Terra Cruze (terraza) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-01-15 23:59:00 |
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A feast. "A motherfucking feast." She normally didn't swear, but in less than 24 hours time she was probably going to be dead, so she didn't really have to care. She had a fleeting thought about how her mother couldn't yell at her for it, but it was gone nearly as quickly as it had come. It all seemed so trivial. Her entire life. Perhaps that was the real reason for the games, to show the tributes how meaningless everything they had experienced really was. The Arena was the only reality anymore, and the only reality that would ever be. There were somewhere between six and three tributes left. She wasn't too sure on the numbers since she hadn't left her cave in days, but they wouldn't announce a feast with many more than that. Her family had surely been interviewed, but that was another thought that no longer mattered. Not in the Arena. Now she was outside again, seeing the stars for the first time since the night she bashed the boys from Twelve and Eight's heads in with a large piece of metal. It was odd how they didn't seem that beautiful anymore. The feast must have started already, but she wasn't ready to emerge from her hiding spot just yet. Climbing with some difficulty back onto a rock still warm from the desert sun even now, hours after it had set, she pulled herself up and immediately flattened herself against the ledge she was on, pulling her weight along the rough surface and into the safety of her cave. In it was her metal rod and an empty water bottle; the food had been gone for nearly two days already and the water almost as long. Her hurt knee throbbed like no other, but she had no choice but to ignore it. She would have to head toward the Cornucopia soon, but she still had time. The remaining tribute or two would search her out, or the Gamemakers would flush her toward them anyway. Or if they didn't, she'd be dead of thirst before too much longer. Still, better to wait for the initial fighting to— Terra didn't have time to finish that thought before the unmistakeable voice of Claudius Templesmith filled the air. "And the winner of the 38th Annual Hunger Games is... Terraza Cruze!" What? |