Sandy had arrived first and limped her way into the back room looking for food. No such luck there, the place is full of empty cans and empty promises. She was practically unrecognizable with half her face burnt up and melted. Her eyes still worked thank god but her vision was slightly blurry in the left one. The burns continued down her body to her leg, fusing the jumpsuit with her skin. That would hurt like hell to peel off but she went into shock about an hour ago and right now she's focused on not passing out from the pain. Thankfully someone had helped her escape the Corncucopia. Thankfully the girl who had done this to her had opted not to finish her off.
She's holding one such can when she hears someone else come into the shop. With no weapons to speak of these cans and boxes are all she's got to work with. Maybe she could stun him with a milk crate.
Gingerly she reaches up to set the can back on the shelf where she got it but stretching causes one of her burns to split open and she gasps dropping the can which causes it to clatter noisily and roll out the open door into the shop. She'd curse if she wasn't so busy biting through her lip and crying through the pain.
dragging her bad leg along behind her she stumbles and fumbles her way over to the plastic milk crate and hooks it with her functioning hand. There's only one exit to this back room and she's not even sure where it leads so she's gotta chance it with the door behind her, or fight her way back out the way she came which is where the new tribute is.
This would all be so much easier if she'd just recognized his voice.
Re: Firo Prochainezo | ota + closed
Sandy had arrived first and limped her way into the back room looking for food. No such luck there, the place is full of empty cans and empty promises. She was practically unrecognizable with half her face burnt up and melted. Her eyes still worked thank god but her vision was slightly blurry in the left one. The burns continued down her body to her leg, fusing the jumpsuit with her skin. That would hurt like hell to peel off but she went into shock about an hour ago and right now she's focused on not passing out from the pain. Thankfully someone had helped her escape the Corncucopia. Thankfully the girl who had done this to her had opted not to finish her off.
She's holding one such can when she hears someone else come into the shop. With no weapons to speak of these cans and boxes are all she's got to work with. Maybe she could stun him with a milk crate.
Gingerly she reaches up to set the can back on the shelf where she got it but stretching causes one of her burns to split open and she gasps dropping the can which causes it to clatter noisily and roll out the open door into the shop. She'd curse if she wasn't so busy biting through her lip and crying through the pain.
dragging her bad leg along behind her she stumbles and fumbles her way over to the plastic milk crate and hooks it with her functioning hand. There's only one exit to this back room and she's not even sure where it leads so she's gotta chance it with the door behind her, or fight her way back out the way she came which is where the new tribute is.
This would all be so much easier if she'd just recognized his voice.