Naturally, the first Arena where she wants to gather her allies is one that leaves her stumbling through the fog. She calls a litany of names through the fog, hands clenched into fists, but no one emerges to attack her. She suspects her fellow Tributes are all as blind as she is.
Within minutes her clothes feel soaked through from the damp and she's nearly snapped her ankle tripping over a knoll. She lands on her palms and wipes them on her sleeves, only to find a length of heavy chain in the grass next to her. She grabs it and pulls it tight between her hands.
She feels time slipping from her. No cannons have gone off, but any one of her people could be mortally wounded, and the longer she spends uselessly stumbling around the less time she has to put on a show for the Sponsors. She's biting her lip from her nerves when she comes across a male figure stumbling through the mist too.
She nearly puts the chain around his neck, stopping exactly when she recognizes him, her weapon taut.
Venus and Joly [Closed]
Within minutes her clothes feel soaked through from the damp and she's nearly snapped her ankle tripping over a knoll. She lands on her palms and wipes them on her sleeves, only to find a length of heavy chain in the grass next to her. She grabs it and pulls it tight between her hands.
She feels time slipping from her. No cannons have gone off, but any one of her people could be mortally wounded, and the longer she spends uselessly stumbling around the less time she has to put on a show for the Sponsors. She's biting her lip from her nerves when she comes across a male figure stumbling through the mist too.
She nearly puts the chain around his neck, stopping exactly when she recognizes him, her weapon taut.
"Joly!"