Flint Eastwood D7 (![]() ![]() @ 2015-05-14 08:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! arena, - 66th hunger games, tribute: 66th flint eastwood, tribute: 66th reef cambrian |
WHO: Flint [D7] & Reef [D4]
WHAT: Plot slot, plot drop and actual plotting.
WHEN: BACKDATED to Day 11
WHERE: The northern beach and the front casement.
WARNINGS: Language
Had it really been eleven days? Home seemed so far away and foreign to him now. Flint followed behind Reef as she scanned the beach for prey or supplies. She knew he had killed Lee, but he hadn’t filled her in on the exact details despite her barrage of questions. He told her he used his axe and left it at that. She couldn’t understand why being so close to the water filled him with a pressing sense of guilt. Flint wasn’t sure why Lee’s death bothered him so much. Perhaps it was because it was so prolonged. Perhaps because he had wanted to kill him and not merely to survive. The reasons why weren’t important, all that mattered was that he was one step closer to home. Then he saw it. A lone boot and tribute jacket washed up on the shore. Lee’s? No, it hadn’t been this beach. It couldn’t be this beach. He grabbed it up guiltily, pressing the items to his chest. “I found a jacket. And a boot? There’s nothing here. We should go look somewhere else.” He wanted away from the beach and the reminder of the way eyes bulged as lungs filled with water. Reef kicked at the foam that washed ashore as she scanned the area. She doubted a tribute would be brazen enough to challenge her and Flint -- the only ones that would be so brazen were careers, and thus far they were all still allies. Still, it didn’t hurt to keep an eye out. There could be a mutt or something with an appetite nearby. “Hm?” Reef responded before letting Flint’s words fully process. Her eyes scanned the dingy jacket and boot Flint held, and nodded sharply. “Alright,” she said, though she wasn’t happy about it. It wasn’t Flint’s fault, Reef was never happy when she had to move away from the ocean. Flint was quiet as they walked, only relaxing when they were far away from the beach and the sound of lapping waves. There was something on his mind, but he wasn’t sure if he was shooting himself in the foot by saying it outloud. With numbers winding down and supplies disappearing it seemed more trouble than it was worth to stick with the pack. But did Reef feel the same? “We make a good team. I like the others, don’t get me wrong, but our pack makes up half of the tributes left. How long until they decide to play dirty? Especially when Gemma doesn’t seem to want to part with Rose.” She stopped walking when Flint started talking, choosing instead to cross her arms and lean on her spear. He made a good point, but was it the right point? Reef frowned as she thought, too many ‘what if’s...’ swirling in her brain. “She said when the time was right,” Reef corrected Flint, although they’d never discussed when and how the right time would come. Maybe it was when Reef and Flint were already dead. Reef exhaled and looked to the sky. She had to make her own decisions in here. “What are you thinking? We just don’t go back?” Reef said quickly, a little too harshly. “Our supplies are there,” she continued, in a softer tone of voice. “We can take them,” Reef said firmly, “you just took Lee of all people, and won. I’m not afraid of any of them, especially with you by my side.” “We all have to die when the time is right, but is she looking for the right time for the pack or the right time for her?” Maybe Reef thought they could take them, but he wasn’t so sure. Not if it was three against two and all of their three had actual training. He had managed to beat Lee, but Lee only had a knife at his disposal. It was clear Reef wasn’t a fan of his idea, but he wasn’t sure yet what that meant for him. There was no way he was staying much longer, but he’d like to leave with at least one person to watch his back. “We have our weapons. I have what’s left of my food and drink. Yeah, there are things there, but we’re using them faster than we’re finding them.” Flint sighed, kicking his foot in the grass. “So we take them, but how injured are we in the process? They’re our biggest threats, but they’re not the only ones.” Her mentors had told her she would know when it was time to the leave the pack. What kind of advice was that? Was she supposed to leave with Flint, untrained but who held most of her trust? Or should she stay with allies she was hesitant around, but knew would slaughter any threat that came their way? If Flint was so worried about the others left in the arena, shouldn’t he want career support? Too many questions. Reef hated feeling unsure and unconfident. “Not yet,” Reef settled on. “Soon, but right now we’re strong. We’re in a good position. We have food and water left. We trust each other,” she said, her eyes baring into his. “The others don’t have that luxury.” Reef pulled her spear out of the ground and started walking again. “That’s what will keep us alive.” Flint sighed, but accepted her answer. He didn’t share her confidence, but perhaps a few days more couldn’t hurt. Worst case scenario was he’d die. That was the worst case scenario no matter what he decided. He wanted to leave before the tide turned and if anyone knew about tides it was someone from Four. “Okay. Soon.” A few hours later down in the casement he stumbled upon a gift from the Gamemakers. Flint let out a cheer before doing a quick little victory dance. He ripped open the crate to find six packets of beef jerky, two cans of baked beans, a dozen fruit leathers, and six plastic bottles of water. Now to figure out if the Gamemakers were hinting that they should leave or rewarding them for staying. “You sure you want to share this with the others? Right, right, sooooon. I know, I know. But they’d never know if we had a snack before we got back…” Flint smiled brightly as he ripped open a packet of jerky and offered her a piece. Reef played along and rolled her eyes, but this time she was grinning. “Alright alright,” she said, throwing her hands into the air. She might have shared her hotdogs, but jerky was a bit different. Easier to hide. Without hesitation, Reef reached over and grabbed a piece. |