You Are So Sweet, A Special Treat [Closed]

[candy_grrl]

Who: Gruesome, Gretel
What: A final meal for Gruesome, but his dinner doesn't go down without a fight.
Where: Somewhere in the Arena
When: Now
Warnings: Gruesome dies, Gretel dies, EVERYBODY DIES.


Gretel was so cold. They'd given her the jacket, and it was serving, but she didn't know enough about the arctic clime to find a means to make fire and so the best thing she thought she could manage was to keep moving.

She's managed to collect a knife from one of the bodies of another Tribute, it's all the protection she has. She assumes she'll freeze to death, but she's hoping that she'll be able to scavenge some more tools and somehow find a way out of all of this.

She hasn't realized the inevitably involved in exiting an arena yet.

Comments

Just Some, actually.

[gruesome]

Some had left Adel out of shame. Ever since Lottie- ever since they'd found the blood, all he'd been able to think about was eating. And he knew, as canons fired each day and the numbers dwindled, that he'd be forced into it if he survived. He had left to find a quiet place to remove himself from this equation.

But that had been before he'd caught this new scent. A new scent, no tribute that he'd met so far. His empty stomach had clenched so hard he'd groaned, crouching low on the ice, and before he knew what he was doing, he was following it, teeth bared and mouths open, all his learned human gestures shedding away as he dropped to all eight to run, undulating like a lizard over the rough ice, until he could hear her too. He reached the top of a rise in the ice, and froze there, peering over.