Halle Gremlin, District 6 (trict) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-03-04 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th halle gremlin, tribute: 56th miranda tern, tribute: 56th reaper spelt |
WHO: Reaper Spelt [D9], Miranda Tern [D4], and Halle Gremlin [D6]
WHAT: Finale, Part I
WHEN: Night 15
WHERE: House of Wax
[Part I] [Part II] [Part III]
Despite the squelching of mud, Miranda's footsteps were soft as she hopped over and around puddles to approach the House of Wax. Her palms were no longer damp and sweaty, and her grip on the spear -- still gleaming, still emblazoned with MT on the handle -- was sure. In a sense, she wasn't worried about what she would find; it was too late at this point for the Gamemakers to lie or trap them. Three people would walk in. One would walk out. And, Miranda reflected, hadn't they already shown favor in who would walk out? Clearly not everyone had been given that tantalizing video feed -- Six girl running desperately, Nine boy with the tiger. Miranda adjusted her grip on the spear, and walked in. The door creaked behind her. The first floor was deserted, and she ran wordlessly past the row of tribute statues (pausing, for the briefest moment, to give her own a thumbs-up) and then mounting the rickety stairs to the second floor. Her hand paused on the doorknob, but the Gamemakers had planned it to the second, and the door blasted open with a breeze from nowhere. She grinned, a tired attempt at her former cheerfulness. "Well, hope you didn't start the party without me." Halle managed to stay hidden from Reaper when he found his way into the upper room, but now with Miranda there as well, she realized: this was it. The big moment, what the Capitolites has all been waiting for. And hiding like a scared little girl wasn't going to do her any good. Her canteens hung one over each shoulder. She felt for something in her pocket; when she secured it, she crept out from behind Miles's statue, begging, urging herself not to shake. She stared for a moment at the other tributes. Someone would have to make the first move. While escaping to the House of Wax had sold his problem of a certain tiger mutt, it had thrown him into an entirely new one once Miranda announced her presence. Reaper might have taken such an opportunity to hide away early in the games, but now he welcomed the surge of adrenaline and the boost in confidence making the final three had given him. Now was not the time for being timid; now was the time to win and go home. "Cut the crap out, Four," Reaper answered with a roll of his eyes as he gave his sickle his signature twirl. "Fuck you," Miranda said cheerfully, hoisting the spear and taking a step forward. "Save the flourishing for when you're with District One in a few minutes, ok?" She glanced at Halle with narrowed eyes: "And we have a conversation to finish, Six." Halle was obviously the lesser threat of the two left (who knew if she had even made any kills), and Miranda turned back to Reaper, taking two quick steps forward. The sound of whirring and creaking made her stop; her head whipped around to the statue of Vellum. "Did that just--" Something clicked behind Halle, and it took all she had not to turn back and look; she couldn't take her eyes off the other tributes, no matter how curious she was. Soon, the clicks and whirs spread around the other statues. Maybe it was fear or exhaustion or the strange light, but Halle could swear they were moving. "What the fuck," she whispered. "What the fuck?!" Holding his sickle tightly, Reaper raised his arm slightly as he stared down Miranda ready to fight. He had just settled on where he could probably strike that would best take the girl out quickly, but his plans were interrupted when she suddenly stopped moving. Her was so surprised at the abrupt stop that he almost tripped over his own two feet in an effort to stop himself, at which point he threw an angry glance at Miranda. "I thought I told you to --" Then he saw it. "Fuck, they’re moving," Reaper shouted as he quickly backed away from Miranda. Right now, a Gamemaker trap was a bigger threat than the girl and her spear. |