Cornucopia: The Sequel

[x5452]

WHO| Everyone going back to the Cornucopia
WHAT| Picking on the leftovers. Who lives? Who dies? Who looks exceptionally smashing in their Tribute unforms?
WHEN| Two days in
WHERE| The Cornucopia.
WARNING/NOTES| Violence! Possible salty language!


Max made slow headway toward the Cornucopia. Even while her genetic enhancements were being suppressed, she still had sharp eyes and could move with great stealth. Pausing, she half turns while keeping her eyes on the area to murmur to the others with her.

"Lottie, you and Tony think you can manage to collect some things? Don and I will keep an eye on you both."

She sees a spot that looks like it might be clear for a snatch and grab and gestures that she intends to move forward unless her team tries to stop her.

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[retrieverchef]

Eliot ran around the corner and saw Momoko. He sprang into motion as he took in Tate standing over her. "Get away from her!" he screamed as he threw himself at her blond attacker. He wrapped his injured arm around the boy, aiming to pull him away from the girl. "Ariadne, get her out of here!"

[theworsekind]

FUCK! Tate looked around frantically when he felt himself being thrown off Momoko, almost taking her with him as his hands were gripped so tightly around her neck. He looked around for backup, but instead saw her allies instead of his.

His eyes searched for his shank, but things were moving too quickly to find it in the dirt that had been shuffled around. All he had time to do was give Momoko one last hard glare before getting to his feet in an attempt to run.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot briefly considered chasing after him before remembering Momoko's possible injuries. He turned back to her, walking over to kneel beside her. He pushed her hair away from her neck so he could get a good view of the damaged. He sucked in a breath at the finger-shaped bruises he saw forming there.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

[needsaprince]

Lottie was trying to get herself to her feet, keeping her eyes on Tate. She wasn't going to lose sight of him. Not for anything.

"You get out of here! Leave us alone!"

[theworsekind]

Tate hated that she probably thought she was winning this - that she had somehow scared him off, when really he had only just been outnumbered. And out matched. The two girls were nothing, but he couldn't deal with Eliot on top of it.

He gave her a hard threatening glare before he turn and ran.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko sucked in several greedy breaths. It hurt but at the moment breathing was wonderful enough that she didn't care. Her throat quickly rebelled however and she was forced to slow down, tentatively bringing a hand to her neck to feel the for herself, staring glassily beyond Eliot. If she was hurt anywhere else the throbbing in her throat drowned out anything else, so when she felt up to it she met Eliot's eyes and shook her head, the thought of more pain scaring her off any attempt to speak just then.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sighed quietly. Good. This was no time and place to have to bandage any major wounds. He put an arm around Momoko's shoulder, helping her to her feet, before looking over to Ariadne.

"Can you carry both bags? We need to get out of here before someone else decides this is a good time to pick a fight."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko's hand reached out before she even realized it, snatching up the bag they'd gone to all of this trouble for and holding it to her chest with one arm. Perhaps she wasn't thinking all that clearly at the moment, but she definitely wasn't taking the risk of having gone through all of that for nothing and allowing someone else, even someone she trusted, however useless that word was in practice, to hold onto their hard-won supplies was simply not something she could allow.