Awakening with a literal jolt, Anna gasps and nearly swallows a mouthful of sand before rolling onto her back and clambering to her feet. Whatever poison they used seems to be gone from her system, she discovers as she flexes her fingers. And notices that this is not the Capitol, but what appears to be another Arena entirely.
A desert arena, at that. "You just had to bitch about Candy Land..." She groans, brushing some of the sand from her outfit and adjusting the metal cuff on her wrist, hissing. The sun's rays are beating down on her, and judging by the weather, this one is going to be a doozy. Water is going to be the most precious resource here, if there is any, but finding it can also make for one hell of a bloodbath. The costume isn't half bad for the heat and sun, but come nightfall it won't offer any help once the temperature drops.
Glancing around at the tributes she can see, it strikes her that there are far less of them this time around. Observation: this group appears to be composed of the poisoned Tributes. Which means Eliot isn't here...
Her heart sinks at the thought of him out there alone, and her promise to always keep him alive as long as possible in the arenas, and how long can he last in the condition she remembers leaving him in? Parker was poisoned too. She's here somewhere, Anna will have to look for her.
The sun makes her cuff warm, the metal beginning to heat already and if she can't cool it off she's in for a nasty burn. Adjusting the wraps on her arms, she covers the metal as best she can and she takes off in search of the Cornucopia, if there is one. A potential battle is less worrisome than the risk of dehydration at this point.
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A desert arena, at that. "You just had to bitch about Candy Land..." She groans, brushing some of the sand from her outfit and adjusting the metal cuff on her wrist, hissing. The sun's rays are beating down on her, and judging by the weather, this one is going to be a doozy. Water is going to be the most precious resource here, if there is any, but finding it can also make for one hell of a bloodbath. The costume isn't half bad for the heat and sun, but come nightfall it won't offer any help once the temperature drops.
Glancing around at the tributes she can see, it strikes her that there are far less of them this time around. Observation: this group appears to be composed of the poisoned Tributes. Which means Eliot isn't here...
Her heart sinks at the thought of him out there alone, and her promise to always keep him alive as long as possible in the arenas, and how long can he last in the condition she remembers leaving him in? Parker was poisoned too. She's here somewhere, Anna will have to look for her.
The sun makes her cuff warm, the metal beginning to heat already and if she can't cool it off she's in for a nasty burn. Adjusting the wraps on her arms, she covers the metal as best she can and she takes off in search of the Cornucopia, if there is one. A potential battle is less worrisome than the risk of dehydration at this point.