Mini Arena 2

[etcircenses]

Tributes are woken early, and the hovercraft ride is a long one. Not the longest some have experienced, but they are clearly going far.

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They land on the deck of the boat, and are ushered underneath, to the lower levels, quickly. Their stylists go from cabin to cabin, decking them out in over the top finery, before loading them into the pods installed into the corners of the rooms.

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The platforms lift them up, and they are all ringed around a grand buffet table, loaded with a grand feast looking ready to sag down from the weight. Among the food are supplies, plenty of them, all for the taking.

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They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.

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The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.

Comments

[silberfuchs]

To go himself is unacceptable, but together, both cradled by the icy water and drifting back to the Capitol entwined in each other's arms sounds alright. Welcome, even, after struggling this long to even keep conscious. He's pale as death already and his breathing is slow, becoming labored as his heart tries desperately to pump too little blood through his system against the loss of the same. He manages a nod and small motion meant to burrow him closer into Jet's side.

But something still bothers him. He has to know, and he struggles to get the words out. "Cecil... did he...?"

Did he make it? Did Initiate take him to find safety? Albert couldn't see through the wreck and he knows not all of the blood in the water is his own but he has to know for sure, has to find out if all he'd tried to help the poor man was for naught.

[metalicarus]

Good. It was probably the best option they had and it didn't sound too bad. Jet couldn't pass out from bloodloss, but maybe he'd freeze to death and lose consciousness before the water could over take him. All he could do was hope on that front.

He shook his head, though he knew his partner couldn't see it. "Didn't make it. Looked like he got pretty badly wounded and couldn't take it. Sorry, Al."

Jet knew he'd been hoping to protect Cecil, but in an arena, that was easier said than done. The worst part was, he couldn't even offer the thought that Cecil would be waking up back in the capitol soon; he was a resident of Panem, they might not revive him after this 'punishment.'

Either way, Jet was sure Albert had tried his best and it was out of their hands now.

[silberfuchs]

Albert closes his eyes again, allowing himself a moment of mourning. He'd tried to keep Cecil safe, and he hopes at least the Avox knows he has a friend among the tributes. To accept it is something else, but all Albert asks is that he knows.

If he wakes up again, that is. There's no guarantee. Not for any of them, not really.

A shiver crawls up Albert's spine but he barely feels it, only knowing it happened because he shakes in Jet's arms and he can feel his teeth clattering, but even that last only a short time. His body barely has the energy for even that anymore.

"It can be hot chocolate. I know... how much you hate tea..." His voice trails off, bubbling strangely in the back of his throat. Distantly, he realizes its because the water's reached his chin.

[metalicarus]

His brow creases and he tilts his partner's head back a bit, getting the back of it more wet but affording him a bit more time before the water over took his face. He was prolonging the inevitable, they didn't have much longer.

"Yeah, you and your watery grass...we'll find some marshmallows to put in the chocolate and we'll curl up like all those times when it was snowing in Germany and we curled up by your heater."

He didn't even know if Albert could hear him anymore, but he kept talking anyway, even as chills overtook him and chattered his teeth putting a rattle in his voice.

As the ice splintering in him finally reached into his core, he distantly wished for those days again. Simple days when drowning wasn't a possibility for them. It was bittersweet, but it was what he decided to focus on until he couldn't focus anymore. It was better than thinking about Albert getting heavier in his arms or the steady rise of the water level.

[silberfuchs]

He doesn't want to raise his head. It seems like too supreme an effort and even though Jet does it for him he can still feel the water trying to get at his mouth and throat. It's inevitable, what's the point.

"...miss that..." He speaks now as if his voice comes through a radio without proper reception, only bits of thought transmitted through his mouth. "...laying... in my lap..."

He coughs after the last, the bubbling sound doing nothing to clear his throat, only allowing water in instead. Another moment and he'll be submerged. He won't have to fight anymore.

His hand finds Jets and clasps it tightly.