sperry styles, D8 (totallyeffed) wrote in gamesofpanem, @ 2015-05-12 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! arena, - 66th hunger games, tribute: 66th sperry styles |
WHO: Sperry Styles
WHAT: Plot Drop!
WHEN: Day 10
WHERE: The basement area below Bastion A
WARNINGS: The usual!
STATUS: Complete!
Sperry was pretty sure that her stomach had started eating itself. Her food supply had long since run out, and she knew there was no way she was going to randomly get a fish tossed at her head again. That's not how the games worked. You had to kill people before you were rewarded, and except for her allies and a brief rendezvous with Gunnar when she and Bailey stole his net, she hadn't seen another tribute besides Cobalt since the bloodbath. And now Gunnar and Bailey were both dead, and all Sperry had to show for it was an empty net. Maybe the Gamemakers were constructing things that way. Maybe they wanted her to kill Cobalt. Sperry already felt like she was halfway to doing so, since she'd been stealing the horse chestnuts her ally had collected from her, depriving the girl from three the already scarce food in the arena. Every one she ate made her feel sick to her stomach. Maybe it was guilt. Guilt and unintentional poison, as the city girl should've spent much more time at the the plants station in training. Sitting there waiting for gifts to rain from the sky wasn't going to work, though. It was time to go exploring. She just needed to ignore the heat of the arena so that she could stop feeling like she was going to throw up every time she moved. She hadn't been to this part of the arena, and probably wouldn't have ventured down the crumbling stone stairs into the bastion tunnels if she hadn't had her flashlight. It seemed too easy to get lost; too easy to get trapped somewhere. She remembered the last decade of Hunger Game rounds vividly, and it never seemed to end well when the tributes ventured indoors when they were in a primarily outdoor arena. Sperry let the light lead her way, flashing it around corners and checking potential hidey-holes for other tributes before venturing further down the tunnels. This seemed like the sort of place where Careers would lie in wait for victims to pop up, and trap other tributes into fights they couldn't escape from. Sperry lowered her catcher's mask over her face at the thought; it'd serve as protection if anyone tried punching her in the face again out of nowhere. And hey, maybe other tributes would think she was a mutt instead of another tribute. She moved into another room, the beam from the flashlight scanning over the nearly empty room, when the light passed over a small crate. "Jackpot," Sperry whispered, approaching it slowly, knife in her free hand. "Or Pandora's box and shit's gonna get real painful real fast." She had visions of removing the lid and it triggering the walls closing in or an angry swarm of tracker-jackers pouring out of it. "One... two..." Without waiting for three, Sperry kicked open the crate and jumped back, preparing for the worst. When nothing happened, she approached the box, and a giant smile spread over her face. "Yes yes yes fuck yes," she laughed, nearly in hysterics. Ten creme-filled snack cakes, a packet of turkey jerky, and a bottle of some sort of fancy blue electrolyte-filled sports drink. Sperry shoved two of the chocolate cakes into her face, barely taking the time to chew before swallowing. "Thuhf eh fuh behf funh i've eher uhf en i mmfph," she tried saying, mouth stuffed full of snack cake. "Oh my godddddd." Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. She very well could've eaten all of them right there -- who even said there was going to be a "later" for her to save them for, right? -- but she sadly loaded them and the jerky into her bag along with about half of the blue drink. With a proper meal and probably a pound of sugar coursing though her veins, Sperry started deeper into the tunnel. She was ready to take on another tribute. She was ready to take on ALL OF THE TRIBUTES! And then the light started to flicker. She instinctively hit the head of the flashlight against the palm of her hand to try to kick it back on. "No no nonono come on," she whispered frantically at it. The light continued coming and going in blips, then died all together, blanketing the basement in the darkest darkness Sperry had ever known. "...Yeah this is going to suck." |