a name no one will eventually remember (![]() ![]() @ 2014-02-22 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th reaper spelt, tribute: 56th zap volta |
WHO: Reaper Spelt [D9] & Zap Volta [D5].
WHAT: And then there were two...
WHEN: Day #9 after the events at the sideshow.
WHERE: Tunnel of Love.
STATUS: Completed Log.
Zap was concerned when he’d heard the two cannons booming - as much as he didn’t want to jump to conclusions or fret over nothing, something horrible had obviously just happened to someone, and after his recent streak of bad luck, he was more than a little bit worried that the two cannons sounding belonged to his allies. He readied himself to grab their remaining supplies and leave if Reaper and Patsy did not return shortly, as that would probably mean the Careers were coming for him next. He waited with bated breath for the tributes from Nine to return, hoping that the worst hadn’t happened. His excitement at finally spotting Reaper was quickly dampened by the fact that Patsy was not with him. Zap’s expression fell and he left the tunnel to greet his ally. “Are you hurt?” Zap asked him. “What can I do?” When he arrived back to the camp at the Tunnel of Love, Reaper was soaking wet and holding his left arm against his chest. His other hand held both his sickle, which was now almost entirely coated in dried blood, and a clever that he hadn’t possessed before now. Overall, he looked like shit and his emotions matched his outward appearance. For a day in the arena, this one was just extra shitty. “I think my wrist is broken.” Actually, he knew perfectly well that it was broken. “Patsy’s dead.” Zap gave him a sympathetic look. "Shit," he said, and for once, he didn't follow it up with a quip or a smile. It looked like bad luck was spreading. They had passed the halfway point, he supposed; things were only going to get worse from here. Now was not the time to dwell on their misfortunes, though. "C'mon, I'll splint your wrist for you. You'll be okay." he said. He said it because it seemed like it was the right thing to do, not because he wholeheartedly believed in it. "I'm sorry about Patsy. She was a really great person." Zap added, feeling more than a little bit guilty that inwardly, he was feeling grateful that it had not been him. He fell silent for a moment in her memory, but after the pause, he remembered that there had been a second cannon. "Who was the other one?" Zap asked him. “Yeah. Splinting would be a good idea,” he mumbled without any argument to the suggestion. If he could splint it now, that would save his sponsors from having to buy him supplies. Some games went on for a very long time and Reaper thought they might as well save it until he really needed. “She was cool. Sorry I had to meet her under such circumstances though.” While its population wasn’t as big as some other districts, nine was very spread out and there was hardly much mingling with anyone not from your own area. Patsy and he could have gone their whole lives without meeting each other if it hadn’t been for the games. “And the girl from District 2. I killed her.” Zap nodded. “I’m sorry we all had to meet one another under these circumstances,” he said. While he genuinely felt as though he could have been friends with some of the people he’d met since leaving Five, there wasn’t a lot to be done about it now. In order for any of them to survive here, other people had to die, and the truth was, even the deaths of people you liked got you one step closer to being able to go home yourself. Zap raised his eyebrows at the mention of the girl from Two, clearly impressed. “Seriously?” he asked. He wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to act concerned over his ally’s mental health following killing someone, or give him a high five. The question had never really come up before. In the end though, all he could think of was of the look on her face when she stabbed him in his. “Good,” Zap said. “She was a fucking jerk.” Though he didn’t voice it, Reaper felt the same way about some of the other tributes he had met during training. They could have very easily been his friends that he work with in the fields in District 9. They could have very easily been his friends he went to school with when there was nothing to do with the crops. At least for him, knowing that most of the other tributes were just like him had added an extra level of creepiness to the entire experience. “Seriously. I cut her throat,” he replied in a voice that was rather devoid of emotion. Reaper wasn’t about to delude himself into thinking that what he had done was for glory and his home district. What he had done was murder in the chance of returning back home, but it was something he decided he was more than willing to back before he had even stepped on the train for the Capitol. At the jerk comment, he actually snort. “All that lot are fucking jerks.” To say the very least. “The girl from Four killed Patsy. I’m guessing she’s probably telling her group what I did right now.” Zap scowled, feeling a familiar indignant anger bubbling up inside him as he pictured the Careers meeting up and reviewing what had happened, although he felt just a wee bit triumphant knowing that they knew an outlier had done this to one of their own. “She deserved it. All of them do.” he affirmed. “I wish I could feed all of them to the tiger mutt and watch.” Zap wasn’t really sure that he actually wanted to watch that, but he did very much want more Careers to die before another outlier. He paused, then added on a more serious note, “Do you think they’ll come here looking for you now?” Reaper himself would be lying if he said he didn’t feel some amount of pride taking out the first Career. Year after year he had watched them on the screens back home, so there was some satisfaction in knowing he had bested someone who had trained for the games. In the end, it hadn’t done much for her. “I would trade the rest of that block of cheese to see the tiger mutt eat them all,” he added. “And I honestly don’t know. Revenge is a pretty stupid idea in here, you know? I would hope they would be more worried on everyone turning on each other now that numbers are down. But then again, I don’t think they are too bright.” “Yeah,” Zap said, with a small chuckle. “I don’t think they are. Maybe if we’re lucky, they’ll all kill each other.” If was unlikely, but nothing was impossible, right? “Yeah. Some sponsor sends some hair products and they call can squabble over it.” Yet another thing he would give up the cheese to see. “But yeah. Let’s get this thing splinted.” |