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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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And so Don was in the shadows, weapons in hand, inching and creeping closer like a creeping wind. If she was that foolish to reveal her position, she had to accept the consequences. Even if it meant her death.
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Parker tries to ignore the screens, and she's rather good at ignoring what she doesn't want to see.
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Aside from that, however, he still looks rather well. With no major injuries, some food, water, and other useful items from sponsors, and a trip to the Cornucopia that has provided him, among other things, with his crossbow, he wanders the desert, a little bit at a loss as to what to do next.
And then he hears Eponine's scream, and his eyes widen as he rushes to the sound of her voice. He doesn't stop until he's a few feet away from her, and a look of relief crosses his face upon observing that she seems fine so far, as well as a little concern at her sudden outburst.
"Eponine!"
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Until he heard someone yell.
Hitching his makeshift pack higher on his back, Alex broke into a run. He hadn't heard the words clearly, but he'd understood the tone well enough.
But when he arrived at the light, he realized it wasn't a lantern at all, and no one was attacking anyone else.
"Are you all right?"
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