WHO: Patsy Hops WHAT: Setting a trap of her own >:) WHEN: Early morning to afternoon-ish on Day 4 WHERE: The arena, various places. STATUS: Complete
Being injured now was not in Patsy’s game plan but she was determined not to let it stop her because fuck those Gamemakers. She would have her revenge somehow, she thought after waking up the next morning. Her shoulder was still killing her after popping it back into place but the trap had given her an idea. She didn’t have a weapon and knew she was at a distinct advantage for it, but she could set a trap of her own. As unpalatable as doing something similar to the Gamemakers was, she brushed that thought aside. Now wasn’t the time to be getting principled.
Rocks fell off mountains like the outside of the Tunnel of Love where she was holed up with Reaper and Zap. Rocks fell and maybe someone would die or at least get as injured as she had. It was time to level the playing field. Besides, she hadn’t spent her last day of training, what seemed like ages ago, at the trap station for nothing. She had a vague idea of how to rig one up and it’d be easy with all the craggy crevices in the fake mountain.
Now she just needed some rocks (she already knew where those were) and some netting or fabric of some kind, which she was sure she could find in this creepshow of an arena. There was that big tent nearby, she recalled, brightening. Oh yes. It would take some work and she’d probably be busy for the rest of the day but she could do it. Rocks will fall again and this time by her doing. She smiled to herself as she made her way over to the tents.
She managed to cut a sizable hole in the nearest tent, but tried to keep out of sight since it took a while, with one of her arms in a makeshift sling from her jacket. Once she had her rocks, she tied them around the edges of the fabric while humming a raunchy tune from back in her district, and then got to work setting the trap. It was going to be a good day. Or at least a better one than yesterday. It had to be