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shiningeyes) wrote in thearena2015-06-11 03:11 am
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[Open] This Place Isn't Fit For Royalty
Who| Miss Gritta and Sandy, and also OPEN
What| Despite a thorough exploration of the castle, Gritta's luck fails her early. At least there was a nice lunch.
Where| The Bay and various places in the Castle
When| Early-to-mid Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Death, eye injury in the last prompt
[A - Castle halls, Monday night]
If the choices were inside or outside, Gritta would opt for inside. Rats and bats were less horrifying than sunlight and far larger wild animals, and the castle had a certain familiar charm to it. The day was spent sleeping in one of the many rooms, door barred and a stick on hand for rat discouragement. And once the sun began to set she stirred and rose and readied herself for a night of careful exploration.
Though she didn't know if the rattling noises and moans were other kidnapping victims or something more alarming and sinister, she was determined to not be afraid. Ghosts were certainly real, but she could scare them off if worse came to worse, she was sure. A member of the Shadow Line royalty could do no less. But at the far end of the hall, form faint, was someone familiar. "...General Schwarz?" Someone dead. Someone who she missed so very, very much. A tall figure of a man, in a long coat and military cap, clattering chains hanging from his coat and sharp features like finely-polished steel. "General!" Someone who seemed to have paid her no mind, and who was turning the corner and leaving. "Wait! WAIT!"
All caution is thrown to the wind. She breaks into a surprisingly speedy run for someone of her size, chasing after the ghost, rounding the corner with no care for what might actually await around it.
[B - The Bay, Tuesday night]
When she had found her own rose, Gritta was certain to follow the instructions attached to it. They seemed arbitrary, but the most arbitrary things could be the most important. And so she was blessed with both relief from the stench that permeated everything and an evening that was fever free. Zed, on the other hand.... Zed had not been so fortunate. And in an effort to help him, she has gone back out to the bay to try and see if it's not too late to make him better.
It's not going well. She's had to tear some fabric away from her fairy dress to wrap around the stem, for this rose seems determined to prick her fingers at every opportunity. And it might be a lovely night, but there's no cover from the woods to the water and back again. She's wide open to a possible attack from the beasts that she's sure that she has heard roaming about. And between the faint glowing flame above her head and the equally faint glow of her eyes, she surely sticks out like a sore thumb. But what must be done must be done.
...there. One dipped rose. Now to find her way back to the Emperor, hopefully undisturbed. "...ah!" But what's that? Who's that out there? She looks about anxiously, already edging slowly away from the water.
[C - Castle feast, Wednesday afternoon]
What a relief to come across proper food, after days of nibbling at the rations that fell from the sky. The commotion elsewhere in the castle and the smell of delicious things was enough to rouse her from slumber and brave the sunlight shining through the castle windows. The scent is easily followed, and the sight of tables piled with good things to eat is so glorious right now that she doesn't think to question why this is even happening. Questioning can happen on a full stomach. And her stomach very much needs filling.
Contrary to her somewhat grotesque appearance, Miss Gritta has very good table manners. Though she is packing away an almost comical amount of food, she is employing a fork and a knife, dabs daintily at her mouth with a napkin, and is very polite and grateful to the Avoxes refilling her drinks and passing new helpings of roast and buns and sweets as she clears her plate. Dare you approach? It seems unlikely that you'll be devoured, too. You're not nearly as well-prepared as the feast is.
[D - Castle corridor, Wednesday afternoon, Closed to Sandy Marko]
Full to the brim and feeling a bit sleepy for it, Gritta is making her way back to her little room of sanctuary. Something nice has finally happened, her spirits are lifted, but it is still much too bright to be safely out and about. So much sunlight is shining through the windows, here. It's enough to make her feel a little faint. So she needs to hurry, hurry along, no need to check around the corner, she can't hear a thing, after all....
What| Despite a thorough exploration of the castle, Gritta's luck fails her early. At least there was a nice lunch.
Where| The Bay and various places in the Castle
When| Early-to-mid Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Death, eye injury in the last prompt
[A - Castle halls, Monday night]
If the choices were inside or outside, Gritta would opt for inside. Rats and bats were less horrifying than sunlight and far larger wild animals, and the castle had a certain familiar charm to it. The day was spent sleeping in one of the many rooms, door barred and a stick on hand for rat discouragement. And once the sun began to set she stirred and rose and readied herself for a night of careful exploration.
Though she didn't know if the rattling noises and moans were other kidnapping victims or something more alarming and sinister, she was determined to not be afraid. Ghosts were certainly real, but she could scare them off if worse came to worse, she was sure. A member of the Shadow Line royalty could do no less. But at the far end of the hall, form faint, was someone familiar. "...General Schwarz?" Someone dead. Someone who she missed so very, very much. A tall figure of a man, in a long coat and military cap, clattering chains hanging from his coat and sharp features like finely-polished steel. "General!" Someone who seemed to have paid her no mind, and who was turning the corner and leaving. "Wait! WAIT!"
All caution is thrown to the wind. She breaks into a surprisingly speedy run for someone of her size, chasing after the ghost, rounding the corner with no care for what might actually await around it.
[B - The Bay, Tuesday night]
When she had found her own rose, Gritta was certain to follow the instructions attached to it. They seemed arbitrary, but the most arbitrary things could be the most important. And so she was blessed with both relief from the stench that permeated everything and an evening that was fever free. Zed, on the other hand.... Zed had not been so fortunate. And in an effort to help him, she has gone back out to the bay to try and see if it's not too late to make him better.
It's not going well. She's had to tear some fabric away from her fairy dress to wrap around the stem, for this rose seems determined to prick her fingers at every opportunity. And it might be a lovely night, but there's no cover from the woods to the water and back again. She's wide open to a possible attack from the beasts that she's sure that she has heard roaming about. And between the faint glowing flame above her head and the equally faint glow of her eyes, she surely sticks out like a sore thumb. But what must be done must be done.
...there. One dipped rose. Now to find her way back to the Emperor, hopefully undisturbed. "...ah!" But what's that? Who's that out there? She looks about anxiously, already edging slowly away from the water.
[C - Castle feast, Wednesday afternoon]
What a relief to come across proper food, after days of nibbling at the rations that fell from the sky. The commotion elsewhere in the castle and the smell of delicious things was enough to rouse her from slumber and brave the sunlight shining through the castle windows. The scent is easily followed, and the sight of tables piled with good things to eat is so glorious right now that she doesn't think to question why this is even happening. Questioning can happen on a full stomach. And her stomach very much needs filling.
Contrary to her somewhat grotesque appearance, Miss Gritta has very good table manners. Though she is packing away an almost comical amount of food, she is employing a fork and a knife, dabs daintily at her mouth with a napkin, and is very polite and grateful to the Avoxes refilling her drinks and passing new helpings of roast and buns and sweets as she clears her plate. Dare you approach? It seems unlikely that you'll be devoured, too. You're not nearly as well-prepared as the feast is.
[D - Castle corridor, Wednesday afternoon, Closed to Sandy Marko]
Full to the brim and feeling a bit sleepy for it, Gritta is making her way back to her little room of sanctuary. Something nice has finally happened, her spirits are lifted, but it is still much too bright to be safely out and about. So much sunlight is shining through the windows, here. It's enough to make her feel a little faint. So she needs to hurry, hurry along, no need to check around the corner, she can't hear a thing, after all....
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Everything hurts and everything is terrible, and the only thing that she can think to do is let out a piercing scream and clutch at the end of the crossbow bolt that's sticking out of her eye. But trying to pull it out hurts even more. What can she do? What can she possibly do? She staggers out into the open sunlight, wisps of darkness rising from her like smoke.
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This was a moment where she could have chosen to run. Sacrifice one of her precious cross bow bolts and bail.
Or...she could try to finish the job and earn the favor of her sponsors.
Swallowing hard she reloaded and took fire again.
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"H-help! HELP!" It's the only thing that she can think to do, in all her struggling... that is, until her remaining eye sets on the girl with the crossbow. It's her. She's doing this. But why? Why just a child? The ToQGers were one thing, but other young humans weren't supposed to be like this at all. Were they?
She doesn't want to fight back, but she has to. Unsteadily she brings both arms out as far as she can, gathering what darkness remains within her for a desperate counter-attack. Or at least getting into position to.
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With that, he's rushing over there, glaring at Sandy with murder in his eyes.
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In a heartbeat, in the space of that single word Sandy realizes she's made a terrible error. That wasn't just some random monster...that was another tribute.
And while she'd long since accepted that she would have to kill other tributes to win, she told herself she wouldn't go on the offensive unless she had to.
But the time for guilt was somewhere in the distance because now there was someone rushing towards them and Sandy didn't feel like she was going to be able to fight off two at once. Taking another shot with her crossbow this time aiming for Zed Sandy took off running as soon as the bolt was loosed, not bothering to see if it hit.
Of all the skills she had learned or developed since coming to Panem, running was still her strongest talent. She shot down the hall like a bolt from her very own crossbow.
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"Y... Your Majesty...." Is he even still there? Has he given chase? She hopes not. She doesn't want to be alone right now, when she's surely dying.
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A Shadow that's bleeding out, lying in a sunbeam. Her last words cut off in a high, mournful cry, and she explodes into a shower of inky darkness and white feathers.
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Oh, he'll find who did this, all right. He will find her, and he will make her pay.