Rotor was lucky enough to find an ally in James, someone stronger with more experience who wasn't going to stab a gentle lamb like him in the back to pay him back for his desperate trust. So far, he's survived, into week 4, far longer than he thought he would, and every second he's panicking and close to tears. He almost wants it to be over faster just so he'll not have to feel this terror and panic anymore.
Then something went terribly wrong, and the tightly wound fear set Rotor off sprinting, completely heedless of his protector, aware only that adrenaline is prioritizing getting away. He pays no attention to the direction he's going, blindly running forward, and is that a parachute with a person on it coming into the Arena...?
He knows that if he stops for any amount of time his legs will be shaking too much to support him, and his hyperventilation might even make him pass out. He looks behind him, to the side, then trips and falls on an exposed root. He throws his clasped hands instinctively over the back of his neck and squeezes his eyes closed. Playing dead won't work here, not without a cannon, but he's utterly paralyzed. It's all he can do.
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Then something went terribly wrong, and the tightly wound fear set Rotor off sprinting, completely heedless of his protector, aware only that adrenaline is prioritizing getting away. He pays no attention to the direction he's going, blindly running forward, and is that a parachute with a person on it coming into the Arena...?
He knows that if he stops for any amount of time his legs will be shaking too much to support him, and his hyperventilation might even make him pass out. He looks behind him, to the side, then trips and falls on an exposed root. He throws his clasped hands instinctively over the back of his neck and squeezes his eyes closed. Playing dead won't work here, not without a cannon, but he's utterly paralyzed. It's all he can do.