If there is a loving God, they'll find soap or hand sanitizer in there, too.
"I'm less worried about Tributes than about more of those things, or whatever mutant animals are in this Arena." She shakes her head, allowing him to continue sponging the acid off of her injuries for a moment. "I don't want to attract anything. We're probably better off just dumping it."
She stands, finding the dead thing much more upsetting than it was when they were trying to kill it. Maybe without the immediacy of a threat, there's no ignoring the shape of its body, the segmentation of its legs. She reminds herself that it's dead, and that any fear she holds is an irrational product of some sort of traumatic memory or mental wire mislaid.
She jams open the door and kicks the dismembered head out like a soccer ball. It disappears somewhere in the mist. "Okay, the legs will come off if we try to drag it. Can you help me pick it up around the waist?"
She, remembering his issues with blood, takes the side with the oozing wound where a neck once existed.
Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]
"I'm less worried about Tributes than about more of those things, or whatever mutant animals are in this Arena." She shakes her head, allowing him to continue sponging the acid off of her injuries for a moment. "I don't want to attract anything. We're probably better off just dumping it."
She stands, finding the dead thing much more upsetting than it was when they were trying to kill it. Maybe without the immediacy of a threat, there's no ignoring the shape of its body, the segmentation of its legs. She reminds herself that it's dead, and that any fear she holds is an irrational product of some sort of traumatic memory or mental wire mislaid.
She jams open the door and kicks the dismembered head out like a soccer ball. It disappears somewhere in the mist. "Okay, the legs will come off if we try to drag it. Can you help me pick it up around the waist?"
She, remembering his issues with blood, takes the side with the oozing wound where a neck once existed.