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thearena2012-11-23 09:48 am
itswhoyouare) wrote in thearena2012-11-23 09:48 am
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i'm fighting til the last, i'm fighting til there's nothing left
WHO| Anna Morasca, Neeshka, Wyatt Earp (also open to Dean Winchester)
WHAT| The odds are no longer in Anna's favor.Spoiler Alert: Anna dies.
WHEN| The end of week two.
WHERE| The beginning of the canyon; M4
WARNING/NOTES| Death. Language. Violence. Blood. Gore.
Luckily for Anna, she'd been nowhere near the Cornucopia or the ruins since the bloodbath so the nausea anyone else felt had yet to really reach her. It had instead presented itself as a worsening migraine and minor stomach pains that Anna had attributed to hunger and the cold. She and Dean had yet to really stumble across anyone at this point, which was an advantage for the two of them since neither wanted to kill anyone. It remained unspoken, the inevitability that they would have to fight because The Capitol wouldn't let both of them live if they miraculously made it to the end by themselves. Anna had her own contingency plan for that.
She'd strayed from their little camp in the base of the canyon to stock up on water, as well as attempting to catch any fish in the net she had with her kit. A hunting knife had arrived for her with a sleeping bag earlier in the Game and she made it a habit to keep the knife on her at all times, as well as a makeshift staff she'd fashioned out of a tree branch she found.
Leaning down, she splashed her face with some of the cold water and sighed happily, drying her face with her shirt and not even expecting company. A mistake she would inevitably pay for.
WHAT| The odds are no longer in Anna's favor.
WHEN| The end of week two.
WHERE| The beginning of the canyon; M4
WARNING/NOTES| Death. Language. Violence. Blood. Gore.
Luckily for Anna, she'd been nowhere near the Cornucopia or the ruins since the bloodbath so the nausea anyone else felt had yet to really reach her. It had instead presented itself as a worsening migraine and minor stomach pains that Anna had attributed to hunger and the cold. She and Dean had yet to really stumble across anyone at this point, which was an advantage for the two of them since neither wanted to kill anyone. It remained unspoken, the inevitability that they would have to fight because The Capitol wouldn't let both of them live if they miraculously made it to the end by themselves. Anna had her own contingency plan for that.
She'd strayed from their little camp in the base of the canyon to stock up on water, as well as attempting to catch any fish in the net she had with her kit. A hunting knife had arrived for her with a sleeping bag earlier in the Game and she made it a habit to keep the knife on her at all times, as well as a makeshift staff she'd fashioned out of a tree branch she found.
Leaning down, she splashed her face with some of the cold water and sighed happily, drying her face with her shirt and not even expecting company. A mistake she would inevitably pay for.
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"Neeshka!" Eggs forgotten he jumped to his feet and turned back the way he'd come at a run.
Following the sounds of the struggle as he got closer, he came upon the pair just in time to see the unknown woman closing in on Neeshka.
He had only a moment to react, to choose. And he chose Neeshka, coming up behind Anna, his arms slipping around her - one snaking her waist, the other wrapping around her throat, both squeezing tight and pulling... dragging her back and away from Neeshka.
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There wasn't any time for Anna to react when Wyatt came up behind her and dragged her away. Anna managed to get a hand between the arm and her throat, allowing her to breathe after a moment and she began cursing in Italian.
Finally, she remembered her English and tried to reason with the man because he hadn't killed her yet so there was a chance...
"I'm not tryin' to kill anyone. She attacked, I'm defendin' myself. I'm not playin' the damn game!"