Halle Gremlin, District 6 (trict) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-17 16:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th halle gremlin |
Who: Halle Gremlin
When: Night 7 to Day 8, starting shortly after this.
Where: Mines of Marnassia
What: Halle survives the night
Warning/Status: Blood and such / complete narrative
The echoes of the fight and the crashing debris faded as Halle stumbled further into the mine ride. As the chaos faded away behind her, the girl's pace slowed until finally she stopped altogether, collapsing back against the stoney wall of the tunnel. The blackness was absolute. She couldn't examine herself or assess her injuries, but she didn't think she was dying. She pressed her hand against the left side of her ribs. A warm, sticky substance oozed out between her fingers, but the wound was superficial. If she could stop the bleeding, she could probably survive this. Her movements were ginger and strained. The burns along her left arm had not yet healed, though blisters and scabs were beginning to form. The cut she'd received from the 4 boy hadn't bled long, but it still stung. This gash, however, was her biggest concern. Sitting back against the wall, she eased off her jacket and then her shirt; now surely tattered and bloody. The bra she wore (but didn't really need) was sliced through with her ribcage wound and easy to tear and remove, though it clung to her body, held there by the blood she kept losing. Its stretch fabric made for a decent covering, though she couldn't do much but hold it against the gash to staunch her bleeding. She wondered how, in the dark, she could be sure if the bleeding stopped. Her body begged for sleep, but her mind fought against it. She refused to let herself bleed to death in a pitch dark tunnel. She kept pressure on her wound as best she could, biting her lip through the pain. Halle awoke with a start. The world was still black, and, caught in the blur of sleep, she wondered if she had died. Her movement reignited the pain in her side, but she smiled. She was pretty sure dead people didn't feel anything. The caked blood held part of bra to her side, and Halle felt around for her backpack. She eased out her canteen, distressed at how light it felt. She took a small drink and poured the rest of the water over her injury, trying to clean up not just the extra blood but the dirt and grime that might lead to infection. Detaching the blood-soaked bra, she tried make a bandage for herself, but in the darkness, there wasn't much she could do. Before long, she drifted back to sleep The tunnels exploded with sound, but from what direction, Halle could not determine. Human, mechanical, mutt--she couldn't be sure. She stayed as still as she could until they faded away, and drifted to sleep again. When she woke again, she had no way of telling how much time had passed. Her side hurt less, which was good. She tried standing up and it didn't feel like she was starting to bleed again, but she couldn't tell for sure. An echo of bat wings and screeches flooded the tunnel. Oh, not again. Even without the bat mutts, Halle knew she couldn't stay in these mines much longer. She was out of food, out of water, and needed to attend her injuries properly. She felt around her until she found her shirt again; putting it back on (especially with an extra hole from the knife blade) was a challenge, but she managed soon enough. Next, her coat, similarly torn up. She fumbled her canteen back into her bag, then searched frantically for her wrench. She'd already lost a hammer...today? Yesterday? She had no sense of how long had passed while she was in these tunnels. It didn't matter. What did matter was that she couldn't lose her second wrench, too. When she finally found it, she was relieved. She felt through her backpack to make sure she had everything; and it all seemed there. Kobe's bleach and her own gasoline were hidden back with her go kart, but the rest she carried with her. Halle didn't realize she'd gotten turned around during her search, but now, she wasn't sure which was the way to the exit and which lead further into the mine ride. After several moments' deliberation, she picked a side and walked, running her fingers lightly along a wall. Minutes or hours and plenty of ups and downs and strange turns later, Halle saw a dim light ahead. Was it the door? Was she finally out of these mines? The closer she got, the more she had to squint. She stopped, waiting for her eyes to adjust to what was there before she ventured out even further. The last thing she needed was to run into another tribute while blinded from the sunlight. When she finally felt she could hold her eyes open without hurting them, she stepped out to the door of the mine. She didn't step out just yet, looking and listening for signs of other tributes. Nothing. She wondered what time it was. She knew nothing about the direction of the sun or its height in the sky--at best, she knew it was daytime. She left the mines to go find cover so she could assess her injuries properly. After that, before anything else, she needed to find more food and water. |