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thearena2015-10-23 11:09 pm
jackiewashere) wrote in thearena2015-10-23 11:09 pm
Maybe when I die, I get to be a car, driving in the night, lighting up the dak
Who| Maglev & YOU, Maglev & Sheen & Karkat
What| Maglev's on her own... for now.
Where| The desert
When| Week two
Warnings/Notes| limb loss mention, death
A - Sun Running
"Luna? Karkat!?"
She calls their names without thinking. Her aching arm is held close to her chest by the remaining hand. The beautiful night sky is being chased away by an encroaching dawn and she walks toward it without pondering. There's a cave up ahead, something for one of the weirder, older trolls probably, though none of them were really around anymore after Signless won and the other... after what he did.
The sunlight peaks over the surface, and she's stunned by how much brighter it is than what she'd been used to for the past night.
No... it's brighter than she's ever seen! Quickly, she rips her eyes away from the scene, but her eyes are blotted with color and darkness. Oh no. Oh no, no...
It takes far too long, but her vision starts to clear. The sun has risen only higher by then. And as she beholds her own form with her returned vision, she sees her skin going pinker. She gasps, and then echoes it a moment later for who she sees before her.
"Quick! Close your eyes! And run to shade!"
B - Joyriding
With her own sleeve torn off on the one side, (she'd had to take the jumpsuit off and all she could think of was everyone watching her, thus making the only plus side of her burns was that no one could see the flush of her cheeks,) she'd managed to make a fairly decent wrap for going around her head. From there, after still being unable to find Karkat and Luna, the only thing she could think to do was retrace her steps.
And then maybe retrace her tracks a little. The war machine of a car glides so beautifully over the sand, even when driven by a one handed Tribute. She thinks she may be in love.
The only problem is that braking for other sends up a cloud of dust.
C - Star gazing
She stays with the car that night. She managed, amazingly, not to die in the incredible dust storm that swept over the desert, mostly thanks to pulling up to the center of the arena. She'd wanted to see the ruins of thirteen again, maybe see if she could find anything to use. Of course not. The Cornucopia was picked clean over. Thankfully, she had no one to hide her disappointment from excluding the cameras.
The stars are out again. It's not as colorful or wondrous but it's still beautiful in the dark. It's familiarity only makes it more so, really.
She sits sideways in the drivers seat, the door open and he knees pulled up close. She stares at the stars through the open door. It's cold out here, as deserts are at night, but she doesn't feel like closing the door just yet.
She remembers the last time she watched the stars before the arena, with Cable at her side. She remembers hoping at first that he'd finally say something, do something. But then they just sat there, together and in silence. After a while, she didn't need anything more.
She leans into the seat, resting her head against it like she had on his shoulder then. She remembers his look at her and a tear leaks. She doesn't stop it.
"Cable... I'm sorry..." Would they let him see this? Hear it? She doesn't know. They let him see her when she was reaped.
He remembers the way he kissed her. She doesn't dare say she loves him now, with the way her heart breaks in her chest.
D - Jackie Was Here (For Sheen)
She abandons the car at last. It's a sorrowful parting but she feels it's right. She's getting horribly hungry and she's not going to find food in a car. Let alone water. She can see the towering city building from far off. They must have water somewhere, some kind of food. Anything.
She was desperate enough to break off a piece of metal from the ruins of the arena's center. Just desperate enough that it didn't feel like a lie to say she was gonna use it.
In the under-brush ahead, she heard noise, rustling, and she raises the shard high. She readied to kill.
The hare darted out and she froze there, staying frozen even after its absence. The shard dropped from her hand. She felt as though, clearer than ever, she understood the situation she was in. Incredibly, no tears came this time.
What| Maglev's on her own... for now.
Where| The desert
When| Week two
Warnings/Notes| limb loss mention, death
A - Sun Running
"Luna? Karkat!?"
She calls their names without thinking. Her aching arm is held close to her chest by the remaining hand. The beautiful night sky is being chased away by an encroaching dawn and she walks toward it without pondering. There's a cave up ahead, something for one of the weirder, older trolls probably, though none of them were really around anymore after Signless won and the other... after what he did.
The sunlight peaks over the surface, and she's stunned by how much brighter it is than what she'd been used to for the past night.
No... it's brighter than she's ever seen! Quickly, she rips her eyes away from the scene, but her eyes are blotted with color and darkness. Oh no. Oh no, no...
It takes far too long, but her vision starts to clear. The sun has risen only higher by then. And as she beholds her own form with her returned vision, she sees her skin going pinker. She gasps, and then echoes it a moment later for who she sees before her.
"Quick! Close your eyes! And run to shade!"
B - Joyriding
With her own sleeve torn off on the one side, (she'd had to take the jumpsuit off and all she could think of was everyone watching her, thus making the only plus side of her burns was that no one could see the flush of her cheeks,) she'd managed to make a fairly decent wrap for going around her head. From there, after still being unable to find Karkat and Luna, the only thing she could think to do was retrace her steps.
And then maybe retrace her tracks a little. The war machine of a car glides so beautifully over the sand, even when driven by a one handed Tribute. She thinks she may be in love.
The only problem is that braking for other sends up a cloud of dust.
C - Star gazing
She stays with the car that night. She managed, amazingly, not to die in the incredible dust storm that swept over the desert, mostly thanks to pulling up to the center of the arena. She'd wanted to see the ruins of thirteen again, maybe see if she could find anything to use. Of course not. The Cornucopia was picked clean over. Thankfully, she had no one to hide her disappointment from excluding the cameras.
The stars are out again. It's not as colorful or wondrous but it's still beautiful in the dark. It's familiarity only makes it more so, really.
She sits sideways in the drivers seat, the door open and he knees pulled up close. She stares at the stars through the open door. It's cold out here, as deserts are at night, but she doesn't feel like closing the door just yet.
She remembers the last time she watched the stars before the arena, with Cable at her side. She remembers hoping at first that he'd finally say something, do something. But then they just sat there, together and in silence. After a while, she didn't need anything more.
She leans into the seat, resting her head against it like she had on his shoulder then. She remembers his look at her and a tear leaks. She doesn't stop it.
"Cable... I'm sorry..." Would they let him see this? Hear it? She doesn't know. They let him see her when she was reaped.
He remembers the way he kissed her. She doesn't dare say she loves him now, with the way her heart breaks in her chest.
D - Jackie Was Here (For Sheen)
She abandons the car at last. It's a sorrowful parting but she feels it's right. She's getting horribly hungry and she's not going to find food in a car. Let alone water. She can see the towering city building from far off. They must have water somewhere, some kind of food. Anything.
She was desperate enough to break off a piece of metal from the ruins of the arena's center. Just desperate enough that it didn't feel like a lie to say she was gonna use it.
In the under-brush ahead, she heard noise, rustling, and she raises the shard high. She readied to kill.
The hare darted out and she froze there, staying frozen even after its absence. The shard dropped from her hand. She felt as though, clearer than ever, she understood the situation she was in. Incredibly, no tears came this time.