Anna had been worried enough when they'd strapped her into that suit; this doesn't seem good, it doesn't seem like anything she'd need to wear under normal Arena-circumstances. And when they're finally sent up in the tubes, Anna almost chokes on what little oxygen she has. She can't breathe--she's so paralyzed in awe and fear that she barely hears the voice in her helmet counting down to the start.
Three, two, one.
Anna bolts forward--or tries to. With no gravity, she can only tumble vaguely toward the Cornucopia. She needs to get this--needs to get something to help her out. She can't fail--she won't.
And yet she doesn't even notice someone coming toward her, until she's being blindsided.
b. She was so close. So, so close to getting inside the Arena. But after a brief tussle over one of the cases, she'd ended up on the surface of--of wherever they are. She hurts so bad--so bad, that at first she was afraid her leg was all the way off, and it's hard in the bulky spacesuit to crane her neck around to look at it. But after some careful groping, she convinces herself that it's only a wound. A deep one, right near her groin, and bloody, but her leg's still intact.
But she can't walk. And her breathing's been labored, she's using up way too much oxygen, and soon she'll be out altogether.
And maybe this is the end for her. Maybe she's just another poor soul who won't make it past the Cornucopia.
Anna lets her eyes flutter shut. Maybe if she's lucky she'll bleed out before her oxygen cuts out.
Anna: closed to Tom and then Bro
Anna had been worried enough when they'd strapped her into that suit; this doesn't seem good, it doesn't seem like anything she'd need to wear under normal Arena-circumstances. And when they're finally sent up in the tubes, Anna almost chokes on what little oxygen she has. She can't breathe--she's so paralyzed in awe and fear that she barely hears the voice in her helmet counting down to the start.
Three, two, one.
Anna bolts forward--or tries to. With no gravity, she can only tumble vaguely toward the Cornucopia. She needs to get this--needs to get something to help her out. She can't fail--she won't.
And yet she doesn't even notice someone coming toward her, until she's being blindsided.
b. She was so close. So, so close to getting inside the Arena. But after a brief tussle over one of the cases, she'd ended up on the surface of--of wherever they are. She hurts so bad--so bad, that at first she was afraid her leg was all the way off, and it's hard in the bulky spacesuit to crane her neck around to look at it. But after some careful groping, she convinces herself that it's only a wound. A deep one, right near her groin, and bloody, but her leg's still intact.
But she can't walk. And her breathing's been labored, she's using up way too much oxygen, and soon she'll be out altogether.
And maybe this is the end for her. Maybe she's just another poor soul who won't make it past the Cornucopia.
Anna lets her eyes flutter shut. Maybe if she's lucky she'll bleed out before her oxygen cuts out.