Beck wasn't the only one who was a bit suspicious of things, it seemed.
As quickly as it was calm, things turned into an uproar sooner than later. One tribute tarted in to grab a bag, and was off before he could even blink. Another took an interest in one of the cups lying nearby, which sent a bunch of these horrible looking monsters flying in his direction. A cold chill went up his spine at the screaming that came afterwards.
He crept a little closer still to the table, his eyes on the bag right nearby. All he had to do was just take it, right? That's what others were doing. If he just stuck around here, he'd be as good as gone, and then-
A wave of something black ahead caught his eye, and Beck was surprised to see the creatures returning to the table as quickly as they had left. He clenched his fists as a weird burst of energy shot him forward, and he reached out to grab one of the bags lying nearby. Done!
There was a person nearby who wasn't moving quite as fast; the little creatures were coming back onto the table quick, and by the time he got there, it would either be gone or swallowed up by the horrible looking things. So without thinking, Beck grabbed the bag that had been beside his, and chucked it to the other tribute. Stupid move or not, he didn't care. Beck wasn't about to let a guy steer closer to death without him trying to help, at least.
The rat-things were growing a little closer to him now, and Beck started to run towards him. The little things looked absolutely horrible, and if this guy was hurt in some way, he wouldn't make it too far. "Can you run?"
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As quickly as it was calm, things turned into an uproar sooner than later. One tribute tarted in to grab a bag, and was off before he could even blink. Another took an interest in one of the cups lying nearby, which sent a bunch of these horrible looking monsters flying in his direction. A cold chill went up his spine at the screaming that came afterwards.
He crept a little closer still to the table, his eyes on the bag right nearby. All he had to do was just take it, right? That's what others were doing. If he just stuck around here, he'd be as good as gone, and then-
A wave of something black ahead caught his eye, and Beck was surprised to see the creatures returning to the table as quickly as they had left. He clenched his fists as a weird burst of energy shot him forward, and he reached out to grab one of the bags lying nearby. Done!
There was a person nearby who wasn't moving quite as fast; the little creatures were coming back onto the table quick, and by the time he got there, it would either be gone or swallowed up by the horrible looking things. So without thinking, Beck grabbed the bag that had been beside his, and chucked it to the other tribute. Stupid move or not, he didn't care. Beck wasn't about to let a guy steer closer to death without him trying to help, at least.
The rat-things were growing a little closer to him now, and Beck started to run towards him. The little things looked absolutely horrible, and if this guy was hurt in some way, he wouldn't make it too far. "Can you run?"