Cannel Cohle is a hillbilly philosopher. (gloomanddoom) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-15 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th alexander treadle, tribute: 56th zap volta |
WHO: Alexander Treadle [D8] & Zap Volta [D5]
WHAT: Keeping watch in the midst of a temporary truce
WHEN: BACKDATED to Night 5 (you know, the Good Old Days)
WHERE: Tunnel of Love
STATUS: Completed Log
The night wasn't an unpleasant one, though Amelia's fight had been upsetting for them all. It seemed as though the Careers had it out for District 7 this year, one way or the other. Strangely, it didn't make Alex doubt his choice in allies so much as it made him feel right. Not only were they strong competition - worthy adversaries as the Careers would likely call them - they were good people. This was what mattered more to Alexander, when push came to shove in the arena. He shifted uncomfortably, and with a sigh, decided to get up for a while. There wasn't anywhere to get properly comfortable, and as good as it was to be near a constant source of hydration, he would be glad when they left the fake-rock monstrosity. Several yards through the near-darkness he could make out the slimmer, slighter figure of Zap, sitting watch as the rest of them tried to rest. Alex approached, making a little bit of noise so as not to startle the other boy into attacking. Zap always felt the most comfortable when he was the one on watch - it was a role that he fell into easily, as his duties back home in Five had mostly consisted of being a dutiful son and brother, and being a good ally was the closest thing in the arena he had to that. He was well aware that he was neither the strongest fighter here nor the toughest contender, but being willing and able to function on very little sleep was something he could contribute, at the very least. That, and as much as he hated to admit it, there was the nagging fact that he was the only person here he really trusted to watch his own back. While Reaper and Patsy had done nothing so far to suggest that they were planning on cutting his throat while he slept, the fact that they were both armed with actual weapons capable of doing that while he was not had given him pause. He was well aware that he was the odd man out in their alliance, and it was likely only a matter of time before this period of relative peace was over. He was contemplating his fate at the mouth of the tunnel when he noticed Alex’s approach. He gave him a once-over, determined that he did not appear to be planning on attacking him, then greeted him with a smile before returning his gaze to the fake outdoors. “Can’t sleep?” Zap asked him, leaning back on his palms. "You've got shitty beds," Alex explained, settling down beside him. "Bathroom floors are more comfortable than sleeping in a swan boat." “Sorry,” Zap deadpanned, thankful for the company. “If I’d known you were coming, I would have rolled out the good linens.” What he wouldn't give for a real bed, again. Fuck, a sleeping bag, a cot that wouldn't cease creaking, he'd take anything. "What happened?" he asked, gesturing to the bandage wrapped around Zap's hand. Zap lifted his injured hand, looked at it, and shrugged. “Creepy fucker from Four stabbed me with a knife and stole my shit,” he said, scowling as he recalled the encounter with the boy from Four. As much as his wound still hurt, he knew that he’d been lucky to escape with only that. “I hope wherever he’s sleeping is worse than a swan boat. Have you had any run-ins with any of them yet?” "Plenty," Alex replied with a scowl. "They're after my allies, it's some sort of fucking obsession or whatever, because they didn't join their pack, I think." He pointed to his thigh. "Got me with a mace, the boy from Two. And the girl from Four got Cypress with one, and…" he looked over his shoulder, voice lowering. "You saw her face. Aramis did it and let her go, trying to make us come after him. Batshit fucking crazy," Alex insisted. "Chased off the girl from Two tonight, trying to finish the job." Zap made a sound of disgust. “What the fuck? That’s psychotic. Are they even people?” he said. It was hard to imagine what could be going through any of the Careers’ heads. “That’s so fucked up.” He pursed his lips, massaging his injured hand with a thoughtful expression. He tried to think of something intelligent to say, but really, what else could you say about it? “They need to die,” he said simply, although he wasn’t quite sure yet how any of them could accomplish that without losing their own lives in the process. Alex nodded in agreement. The point was succinct and accurate, much the same as he would have said. Everyone needed to, if you really wanted to live, but there would be something so much more satisfying about seeing one of the Careers' faces in the sky, rather than those who died on the first day, or Ace from Three. "Have to figure something out," he murmured, though he didn't know what that something was. “Yeah. Some sort of a trap, maybe. I don’t know.” Zap said, although he hadn’t thought of anything in particular as of yet. Hopefully, he’d think of something soon, once he’d gotten more of a handle on how the arena worked. “We’ll figure it out.” he told Alex, attempting to sound reassuring despite the fact that he didn’t feel all that assured himself. “We have to.” "We're still on, right?" Alex asked, looking out over the expanse of arena, darkened with shadows and night. He wanted to trust the few people he did, and Zap had been the farthest from him, so far. Reassurance felt needed, before the others woke up. Zap nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “We’re still on.” It was difficult to know who he could truly trust in the arena, but the fact that the boy from Eight seemed earnest and was far enough removed from his alliance that he stood to gain very little from his immediate demise reassured him more than words from most. If was comforting to know that after this, there would be one less tribute out there out to get him, at least for a little while. Hopefully, the outliers as a whole would be able to get some Careers out of the way before they had to think about turning on one another. |