At this rate, Dave should know better than to follow ominous birds and harrowing sounds. The fact that it could be a trick occurs to him somewhere in the back of his mind, but apprehension is outweighed by hefty amounts of experience with the Capitol. The screams he's hearing are from people who haven't even made it here, but it wouldn't be the first time they've pulled in a victim to dance around the ring for them.
Typically, Dave doesn't make it far into his quest for discovery before he's treading on ice and not rock and losing his footing. It's a tumble into the cave that leads him to Cornucopia 2 Electric Boogaloo, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's fucked up here. He brushes himself off and makes for a sword, taking it in his hand as the exits are sealed off and cocking his head to the side when the announcements are made.
His first instinct is to get the fuck away from populated areas, so he delves into the cave quickly. Who the fuck is Rick, though? He's pretty sure Clint is an Avenger, but he's never met or heard of the other guy. He's in no particular rush to kill either of them, but as the hours crawl on he begins to grow more and more paranoid. Every footstep could be this Rick guy trying to take him out. Clint is a wildcard, he could be in it to win it too.
He doesn't blame either of the hypothetical enemies he's created, really. He's starting to want to get out of here himself. His heart is racing and his grip on his sword is tight, he's rounding corners carefully but his thoughts are so loud he can hardly hear anything but himself.
for Rick and eventually Clint
Typically, Dave doesn't make it far into his quest for discovery before he's treading on ice and not rock and losing his footing. It's a tumble into the cave that leads him to Cornucopia 2 Electric Boogaloo, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's fucked up here. He brushes himself off and makes for a sword, taking it in his hand as the exits are sealed off and cocking his head to the side when the announcements are made.
His first instinct is to get the fuck away from populated areas, so he delves into the cave quickly. Who the fuck is Rick, though? He's pretty sure Clint is an Avenger, but he's never met or heard of the other guy. He's in no particular rush to kill either of them, but as the hours crawl on he begins to grow more and more paranoid. Every footstep could be this Rick guy trying to take him out. Clint is a wildcard, he could be in it to win it too.
He doesn't blame either of the hypothetical enemies he's created, really. He's starting to want to get out of here himself. His heart is racing and his grip on his sword is tight, he's rounding corners carefully but his thoughts are so loud he can hardly hear anything but himself.