fortheglory (fortheglory) wrote in gamesofpanem, @ 2015-05-15 01:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! arena, - 66th hunger games, tribute: 66th achilles pyrite, tribute: 66th gemma stone |
WHO: Gemma and Achilles (D2)
WHAT: Fun with a rope swing
WHEN: Day 12
WHERE: Trees near the powder magazine
Achilles tugged on the rope as hard as he could. Satisfied that it wasn't going to come undone, he stepped back and surveyed his work with a pleased smile. And then took off running back to camp. "Gemma. Gemma!" he said excitedly. "Come look at what I did." He was practically bouncing on his feet as he gestured for her to follow him off to the trees. For once, Achilles' interruption was a welcome one. Apparently shaving horse chestnuts with the edge of a broken glass bottle then scraping them into a pipe for storage was a laborious and mostly boring process, and Gemma was happy to abandon the project for now. "Sure," she said, shoving everything back into Girl 3's pouch before standing to follow Achilles, her weapons and pouch in hand. "I didn't hear a cannon blast, so it must not be that exciting." Achilles glanced briefly at the nuts and thought they looked tasty, although he was too excited about his project to be distracted by food at the moment. He just grinned at Gemma and then led her off towards the trees. "It's almost as good as killing someone," he said. (In truth, at this point, there was a part of him that thought it was even better.) He navigated a path through the trees until he reached his creation, a rope swing tied to one of the taller trees. "Look! For when we get bored at camp." Achilles ran and jumped onto the rope, happily swinging back and forth a few times. "Wanna try?" With another "sure" and a laugh, Gemma set down her stuff, dropping her bow and pouch by the side of the tree, though she kept her spear attached to her belt. It never once occurred to her that this might be a trap or a trick. Achilles, she knew, was loyal, even if she wasn't. While he built swings and did her bidding, she was plotting his murder...or at least, a slow poisoning. She crossed her arms across her chest and let out another laugh. "Unless you're having too much fun." Achilles gave one more swing and then jumped off the rope, flying through the air for a few seconds before landing soundly on his ass. Ow. But he just laughed. What else was there to do? Mostly he was just pleased that Gemma seemed to like his creation. "Have at it," he encouraged, gesturing towards the rope and pulling himself back up to his feet. His pants were muddy but it seemed like a small thing when he hadn't felt clean in two weeks anyway. "You might want to try a better dismount though." "I don't mind a little dirt," she said, following his lead and jumping onto the rope. Her fingers gripped tightly to the coarse rope, chafing the skin of her hands as she swung back and forth. The rope would be better put to some other use--a noose or a harness, perhaps--but this use was the most fun, something she hadn't really experienced in the arena. Maybe this is what she needed. She closed her eyes and leaned back, enjoying the slight breeze. Achilles leaned back against a tree and just watched Gemma swing quietly for a few minutes. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which was really all Achilles wanted. For them to have a little bit of fun in the midst of the murder games. Was that really too much to ask for? "I always wanted to do this back home," he said eventually. "Whenever we had to climb up the rocks for work, I just wanted to swing from the ropes." Gemma opened one eye to peer at him, then the other. "You're an idiot, you know that?" she said not without affection or a smile. Achilles grinned. "Oh yeah. I'm dumb as a fucking rock," he agreed. This was not news to him at all. "Why else would I be here?" Maybe he wasn't as dumb as she always assumed. She tilted her head sideways as she considered this, watching him carefully, and then stepped off the rope swing. "To win the hunger games." "Well yeah, that too," he agreed quickly. Still, after two weeks in this place, he was pretty sure this wasn't something smart people volunteered for. Even if Gemma seemed plenty smart. "But if I don't win, at least I got to live out my rope swinging fantasies before I die." "Stop talking like that," she said, frowning. This line of talk was unsettling. She had no intention of letting him win, but if she couldn't--something she'd never say out loud--he needed to. For Two. "Yeah, okay," Achilles agreed easily. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Gemma. It wasn't that he didn't want to win - he did - and he did still think he had a decent chance of pulling it off. But there was also a decent chance of dying. So… rope swing! "Wanna go another round before heading back to camp?" "Sure." Then: "Let's get Reef and Rose." |