Shark (lastyearsboy) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-11-19 04:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! backstory, - arena, x-victor: 54th shark everett |
Who: Schuyler Everett
When: The seventh night of the 54th Hunger Games.
Where: The Arena
What: A part of him will always be in that water at night, every night.
Status: Complete (Prompt #1 | Table)
It was dark. Always was, in the middle of the water at night. Schuyler could see the camp fire that those two idiot kids from the poor districts had started and they were taking turns sleeping. They'd traded shifts already, and neither one had put a sword through the other's heart while they slept. Idiots. That was what those kids from the poor districts were like, though. They tried not to kill each other. Schuyler was practically dead already, though, and they were still keeping this truce. They'd probably turn on each other ten seconds after he died, but for now they were still pretending not to be thinking about how it'd be done. So they got to light a fire and sleep. And Schuyler tried to ignore the tight, dry, blistering feeling in his mouth and down his throat while he floated. Maybe it was a good thing he was hurt, though. It kept the adrenaline pumping. If he fell asleep, he ran the risk of turning over and drowning. Besides, he had to turn his light on every quarter hour to check for dangerous aquatic life. So far he'd only seen a few jellyfish, but this was the Hunger Games. There had to be something dangerous lurking under the water. Something besides Schuyler himself, anyway. He measured time by the sky - by the stars or the sun, depending on the time of day. One of those kinds of things you learn from growing up on ships. And according to the position of everything, it was time for another wildlife check. It had occurred to him that the Gamemakers could just be completely screwing with him and moving the sky as fast as they wanted to, but that was all he had. Wincing as he moved, he flipped his light source on for just a few minutes, peering down through the water. No change. Schuyler felt exposed anyway, flipping the light off. It didn't make sense that there weren't more dangers in the water. He hadn't shed any blood in the water, the way some of the Tributes from the inland Districts would have done, so maybe he hadn't attracted anything's interest yet. His check done, he lay his head back and looked up at the stars while he floated, trying not to think of what could be in there with him. |