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The Darkest Night Will End... right?
Who: Eponine and OPEN to ARENA 2 people
What: Eponine's gone a-wandering in the desert
Where: Somewhere in arena 2
When: Some time during the night time
Warnings: Unless you guys want to bring any?
It's night time in the arena and now Eponine is glad for her long sleeves and her velvet dress. It's been strangely okay so far, this arena. Not too many deaths. Not too little food - or perhaps she just hadn't got used to the sumptuous luxury of the Capitol. Either way, between her bottle of water and the horrible cacti, she's okay. Just a little bored.
Whilst her friends sleep, Eponine wanders. She's on the look out really, for food, for weapons - anything that will keep her alive for a little longer. And, of course, she is on the look out for danger.
But tonight, Eponine hasn't found danger, or weapons, or even food. What she has found is one of the screens, projecting images from the first arena. She stands for a minute, watching the other tributes in wonder. And then a face so familiar, so dear to her, flashes onscreen. Howard.
At once, Eponine is closer to the screen, pawing at Howard's face magnified as it is. But then she steps back because Howard has suddenly somehow burst into flames before her very eyes. Startled, she lets out a yelp and scrambles back, settling cross legged in the sand as she watches him trying to put out the fire, knowing she can do nothing to help him.
"HOWARD, YOU ARE A SILLY!"
Her shout of despair echoes in the still night, and Eponine claps a hand over her mouth in horror. She hopes nobody heard that.
What: Eponine's gone a-wandering in the desert
Where: Somewhere in arena 2
When: Some time during the night time
Warnings: Unless you guys want to bring any?
It's night time in the arena and now Eponine is glad for her long sleeves and her velvet dress. It's been strangely okay so far, this arena. Not too many deaths. Not too little food - or perhaps she just hadn't got used to the sumptuous luxury of the Capitol. Either way, between her bottle of water and the horrible cacti, she's okay. Just a little bored.
Whilst her friends sleep, Eponine wanders. She's on the look out really, for food, for weapons - anything that will keep her alive for a little longer. And, of course, she is on the look out for danger.
But tonight, Eponine hasn't found danger, or weapons, or even food. What she has found is one of the screens, projecting images from the first arena. She stands for a minute, watching the other tributes in wonder. And then a face so familiar, so dear to her, flashes onscreen. Howard.
At once, Eponine is closer to the screen, pawing at Howard's face magnified as it is. But then she steps back because Howard has suddenly somehow burst into flames before her very eyes. Startled, she lets out a yelp and scrambles back, settling cross legged in the sand as she watches him trying to put out the fire, knowing she can do nothing to help him.
"HOWARD, YOU ARE A SILLY!"
Her shout of despair echoes in the still night, and Eponine claps a hand over her mouth in horror. She hopes nobody heard that.
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He wasn't doing a feint. Not at all.
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Instead of coming forward, Parker pulls away, trying to bring the scythe with her. How this works is simple. she pulls in the opposite direction from Eponine, meaning a war on two fronts.
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oh shell shell SHELLbut it mattered not.His two knives had been more than ready, and he threw them both. One, with acute sense of direction, went towards Parker. The other, with less of an idea of where the target was, went at Eponine. He would still have seven left. He was ok with that.
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