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thearena2015-10-08 05:07 pm
justoutrunyou) wrote in thearena2015-10-08 05:07 pm
Entry tags:
I'm not that strong I don't lift cars
Who: Sandy Marko and Open to All
What: Exploring theFreddy Fazbears Pizza Place and Avengers Tower with the A on it.
When: Near the end of week one.
Where: The City
Warnings: Descriptions of burn wounds, monsters, violence, cussing, generally being miserable in the arena.
It was simply the nature of the arena to find ways to separate you from your companions.
She had been in thirteen arenas by this point, and yet even Pruna, her best friend and skilled assassin had been unable to stay with her without the arena splitting them up. So unfortunately despite the various tributes who had gone out of their way to help Sandy in her first few days, she had lost track of them once again. She could only hope the sinister shadows lurking around each corner and the monsters she had heard in the night hadn't gotten ahold of them.
Deep bags were under her eyes as she blearily greeted the daylight from a small nest she had made for herself on the roof of a building in a ventilation duct. She had gotten almost no sleep in the past five days save for when she passed out from exhaustion. The faint whispering of long dead tributes was hissing in her ears every night and day now and it was becoming almost impossible to block them out.
And yet the whispers were tolerable compared to the screams. Every now and then one would scream right next to her ear and make her heart jump into her throat. She always lashed out when the screams happened as evident by a fist shaped dent in the metal of her duct nest. She'd nearly broken her hand that time.
Dragging herself out of the duct to take care of nature's call she was greeted by one of the first bits of relief she'd had all week that hadn't come from a fellow tribute taking pity on her.
A parachute drifting lazily onto her roof. She fell to her knees once she had it in her arms and unsealed the container greedily, wincing as her bad hand struggled for a moment before wrenching off the lid.
Food. A knife, a first aid kit and most importantly burn cream! She started to cry and clutched the package close to her chest.
She still had a fighting chance. There were still people back in the Capitol trying to help her.
She set to work as soon as she calmed down. Today was a new day.
What: Exploring the
When: Near the end of week one.
Where: The City
Warnings: Descriptions of burn wounds, monsters, violence, cussing, generally being miserable in the arena.
It was simply the nature of the arena to find ways to separate you from your companions.
She had been in thirteen arenas by this point, and yet even Pruna, her best friend and skilled assassin had been unable to stay with her without the arena splitting them up. So unfortunately despite the various tributes who had gone out of their way to help Sandy in her first few days, she had lost track of them once again. She could only hope the sinister shadows lurking around each corner and the monsters she had heard in the night hadn't gotten ahold of them.
Deep bags were under her eyes as she blearily greeted the daylight from a small nest she had made for herself on the roof of a building in a ventilation duct. She had gotten almost no sleep in the past five days save for when she passed out from exhaustion. The faint whispering of long dead tributes was hissing in her ears every night and day now and it was becoming almost impossible to block them out.
And yet the whispers were tolerable compared to the screams. Every now and then one would scream right next to her ear and make her heart jump into her throat. She always lashed out when the screams happened as evident by a fist shaped dent in the metal of her duct nest. She'd nearly broken her hand that time.
Dragging herself out of the duct to take care of nature's call she was greeted by one of the first bits of relief she'd had all week that hadn't come from a fellow tribute taking pity on her.
A parachute drifting lazily onto her roof. She fell to her knees once she had it in her arms and unsealed the container greedily, wincing as her bad hand struggled for a moment before wrenching off the lid.
Food. A knife, a first aid kit and most importantly burn cream! She started to cry and clutched the package close to her chest.
She still had a fighting chance. There were still people back in the Capitol trying to help her.
She set to work as soon as she calmed down. Today was a new day.