Amelia Butts is now Fannie Pac (whatthereap) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-06 10:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th amelia butts, tribute: 56th ariadne stitchman |
WHO: Amelia Butts [D7] & Ariadne Stitchman [D8]
WHEN: Night 1 (Backdated!)
WHERE: The bathrooms at Zapatempanada/Fantasy Couture
WHAT: The girls take first watch.
STATUS: Completed log.
There was a grotesque sort of cheeriness to the arena; a playground of fun wrapped in decay. She supposed it was fitting given what they were here for. The Capitol wasn’t entertained until they were tearing each other apart.They had been lucky so far, but luck would only last for so long. This place was unlike anything she could have imagined, but even amongst the strangeness there was comfort in familiar faces. The boys were off sleeping; Ariadne sitting next to her as they took first watch. She wasn’t sure what she should be looking for in the darkness, but listening for noises seemed like a good start. She looked over to Ariadne’s arm, the crude little splint hopefully keeping her from hurting too much. The simple truth was no matter what they found or crafted there was no fixing a broken bone in the arena. It was the injury that concerned her the most, but at least Ariadne had made it out alive. “How’s it feeling? Do you need me to tighten the binding?” "No, no…" Ariadne held up her good hand to decline. While it was probably advisable to get it tightened, she didn't want to go through the pain and discomfort again just yet. It was really hard thanking Amelia for putting it in a splint for her; not that she wasn't grateful later, but the pain of getting it there made it difficult to feel any sort of good feelings, glad as Ariadne was to be with all of them. And she didn't feel thirsty; between the four of them, they might need the water to last. She had sat there feeling a bit useless, both self-pitying for not being overly helpful and thinking it might be better if she just died (for all their sakes), and also incredibly glad that her allies haven't offed her for taking up supplies. She remained silent for the moment, shifting awkwardly. "What do you think they're dreaming about?" “The boys? Or everyone else?” Amelia busied herself by playing with the zipper of her jacket, seemingly oblivious to Ariadne’s internal struggle. This was the girl she had chosen to trust her life with; if only for a time. It was nice to have another girl around, even if she was in a bad mood. “Home. Family. Maybe what they saw today.” Six were already dead. Six. She had seen people die before, even if she hadn’t in these games. People fell from trees; cuts went down wrong. Bad things happened to good people. Ruth had been a good person. Eli and Kelly, too. She didn’t know them at all really, but her heart had ached seeing them flashed up in the sky. She hoped it had been quick. “The Careers are probably dreaming of getting their hair done,” she added, glancing over at Ariadne with a cheeky grin. “One of them might have even broken a nail!” Ariadne had laughed weakly and let it die off in a sigh as she looked around again. It would be much funnier if she thought it was true, rather than being worried a Career might pop out at them any second. She did try to give Amelia an encouraging smile, though it still looked a bit pained. Had the other plan gone through, this was where they might've ended up anyway, with each other. Though maybe they might've had more supplies and Ariadne would've been uninjured. Her mouth twisted to the side. Ariadne had seen worse on television. "I'm glad you're here with me," she said, reaching her hand to squeeze Amelia's. After a beat, she used her knee to nudge the younger girl's. "I bet Alex is dreaming about his hair." “It is nice hair,” she acknowledged, covering her giggles with her hand. She was pretty sure her Mentors would never forgive her if she got them busted for laughing. “I’m glad you’re with me, too.” In the back of Amelia’s head she knew alliances never lasted. Either they would go separate ways or they would turn on each other. Sitting here with Ariadne it was hard to imagine, but people were already dying and only one could go home. If it couldn’t be her, she hoped it was one of her group. “Those boys would be lost without us.” On the verge of laughing too, Ariadne managed to keep it to a huge grin. She looked around the bathroom again, glancing at the outside door to see if any shadows appeared. With the remnants of the weatherstripping looped over her good arm, there were more gaps in the door. "So lost," she agreed, keeping her voice down to not attract anyone or wake up the boys. "Do you like any boys back home?" “Not really. This boy Spartacus kissed me when I was eight, but I broke his nose,” she admitted sheepishly. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but it was probably as close as she was ever going to get. Amelia had never really been interested in a boyfriend. She figured she’d get around to it when she was older; if it didn’t interfere with sleeping or working too much. “What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” Amelia bet she did; pretty girls usually had boyfriends, or girlfriends, whatever they wanted. Ariadne was about to say, "Awww," but then she had to hold her sleeve to her mouth to muffle the laughter. "No," she replied, though she still sounded amused. She reached over to tuck a stray piece of Amelia's hair back into her braid. "I had one before, a few months ago, but not now." Amelia smiled as Ariadne adjusted her hair. Her sister was always doing that, but it was far less annoying coming from Ariadne. Mopsa wouldn’t want her to look messy for the camera. “Maybe Caesar is single,” she suggested, waggling her eyebrows like her creepy uncle was always doing. Apparently that meant something, but she wasn’t sure what. “Who needs a boyfriend when you have a pack? You’d probably just dehydrate each other by sucking face.” On the other hand, Ariadne forgot she was on camera for a moment and made a face at the notion of dating Caesar and Amelia's brow waggling, before she had to laugh into her sleeve again. And it wasn't the most mature thing, but to get back at Amelia for the comments, Ariadne teased, "You won't be dehydrated if you're swapping spit." Amelia made a disgusted face, scrunching up her nose at the thought of swapping spit. “Unless it starts tasting like bacon when you get older I’m not interested,” Amelia decreed, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of adults. “Does it always involve spit? I mean, I didn’t think it looked horrible, but that’s pretty gross.” Although Ariadne hadn't wanted to actually laugh this time, she didn't bother hiding her glee at Amelia's reaction. She looked at the door and windows again for any signs for someone approaching, keeping silent for a moment. Ariadne's mouth opened to tell Amelia that she'll find out when she's older, but that wasn't really true, was it? They were probably going to die here, as useful as Amelia had proven, and all the adults seemed kind of undateable when they interacted where she could see. "Do you really want to know?" Amelia paused before answering, looking around nervously before leaning in closer. “Maybe a little.” |