Halle Gremlin, District 6 (trict) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-18 21:58:00 |
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Halle moved around more now than she did in the opening days of the games. Nowhere was safe for long. She was lucky early that no one found her hiding places, but the last forty-eight hours or so proved she could no longer rely on that luck. Two fights, two very close calls. She needed to be more careful. The trees provided some cover, though they were clearly not the same dense forests she'd seen in previous games. She kept a close grip on the wrench she'd been using more as a weapon than a tool lately. Once upon a time, Miles mentioned that last year, the water was hidden in the cacti. The gamemakers probably wouldn't repeat the trick with these trees, but it was worth a look. She was desperately thirsty. She didn't know what she was really looking for, anyway. It was too dark to see anything that well. Even if there was water hiding in the trees, she didn't have a way to get to it or tell it was there. Still, anything was better than sitting and waiting to die. She kept walking. Snap. She felt the trap move before her brain processed what was happening. Something whipped across her face and she fell back, flinching. She readied her wrench, preparing for the next attack. But after another moment, everything around her stilled and silence fell again. Hanging above her was an empty noose-like trap. It looked like something she'd seen at training, eight days and a million years ago. It was definitely set by another tribute; the trap didn't match the creepy aesthetic the Gamemakers were going for here. A small knot formed in her stomach as she examined the trap. Hanging and choking to death alone in the woods was a terrible way to die. She brought her hand to her throat almost involuntarily, but she was still in one piece. Maybe Halle's luck hadn't run out just yet. Momentarily satisfied that she was alone, she brought her hand to the side of her face the trap struck when it was sprung. Pulling it away, she didn't see any blood. Still, the area just around her eye stung, and she couldn't quite open it all the way. She would have a black eye by morning. She was about to leave when an idea struck her. Just because she'd gotten lucky with the trap didn't mean everyone else would. She studied it for another moment, determining how to re-set it for another tribute. It likely wasn't exactly the same, but it should still work. She left the woods, walking and watching more carefully as she went. |