Beatrix Cottontail [D10 tribute] (bunnyearsliar) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-04-06 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 57th games, - arena, tribute: 57th beatrix cottontail, tribute: 57th oyle slick |
WHO: Beatrix Cottontail [D10] and Oyle Slick [D6].
WHAT: Prepare for the epic battle of our time.
WHEN: Day 3.
WHERE: Somewhere in the arena.
STATUS: Complete log.
Oyle had told Almond she would be right back after she searched for water. Neither of them had managed to find any yet and things were starting to get dire. They would have to find some soon or they wouldn’t have to worry about other tributes, but dehydration. Oyle had her china dish with her to carry any water she might find, the scant cookies were tucked away in the purse that Almond had rescued. Maybe this wasn’t the best plan, but they needed water. What had the person said about getting water? Oyle couldn’t remember everything but she vaguely remembered something about maybe some being underground. Oyle kneeled onto the ground and put her ear to the ground, she knew it was a longshot but maybe she could hear something. What she didn’t hear was the person coming up from behind her. Elsewhere in the arena, Beatrix had also been on a quest to find water. The two bottles of fancy carbonated water that tasted like fruit were only going to last so long, and it had already been two days since the blood-bath. If she didn't find real water soon, she was going to join Stud wherever he had gone shortly, and she had every intention of winning the Games with the power of her many battle and survival skills. On the other hand, maybe if she actually killed someone, a sponsor would be willing to send her some water. It was difficult to see through the mist, but she thought she could see someone ahead of her, and whoever it was didn't seem big enough to be a Career. Of course she had never tried attacking or killing an actual person before, but maybe it would be easy enough if she pretended it was just a really large rabbit. Which was why Beatrix suddenly charged forward, one of her bottles in hand as she tried to take a swing at the back of the person's head with it. Oyle jumped when she saw the bottle and immediately turned to the person holding the bottle. She hadn’t been paying attention and someone had snuck up on her, that wasn’t a good sign if she wanted to last in these games and she turned to her attacker, jumping to her feet to try to defend herself, with a china dish. “Go away!” Oyle yelled, holding her dish up high like she meant to use it to defend herself. She didn’t know what good she expected to do with those two words but they were the first out of her mouth and maybe Almond would come and help if this girl was truly bent on killing her. Beatrix stumbled forward and ... unsurprisingly fell flat on her face as the swing and weight of the bottle threw her off-balance. When she had scrambled back to her feet, she tried to have another go at the girl -- and was that a plate? Was she really using that to defend herself? They hadn't covered this in training back in the Capitol at all. Though of course, she was a master at fighting dish-wielders anyway, so it was all good. 'Nope!' Hmm, she needed a more threatening line than that. 'Uh, die, Four!' Nevermind that this girl was obviously not a Career, and the only remaining Four was actually a boy. But either way, Beatrix hadn't gotten too far with swinging her bottle again when Oyle bumped into her and sent both of them crashing to the ground and ... oh, they were at the top of a rocky hill just then, weren't they? Oyle let out a high pitched squeal when her body first hit the ground and then she kept tumbling - her body getting tangled with Beatrix’s as they fell down the hill. She tried to stop the movement but nothing was working and for a few seconds she thought that she wasn’t going to stop rolling. She finally stopped though and landed on her back as she stared up into the mist, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest. She took a gulp of air before realizing that she needed to move and raced back up the hill, leaving the other girl to fend for herself. She grabbed what was left of the dish she’d had in her hands, not realizing that she’d cut herself on the way down the mountain and kept running back towards where she’d left Almond. They wouldn’t be able to stay there, they would have to keep moving. Beatrix, of course, had opted to scream at the top of her lungs as she rolled down the hill with Oyle. Whether that was natural instinct or she just wanted to best the other girl at making as much noise and being as distressed as possible for some weird, petty contest, it wasn't clear and she didn't know. And unfortunately for her, she didn't stop until she had landed awkwardly on top of some rocks at an awkward angle, with most of her weight on her bent left arm. A loud crack split the air, though it was nearly impossible to hear when she screamed again, this time in shock and pain as the arm bone fractured. The other girl was getting away, but she didn't even notice as she blinked back tears and looked around for her bottle, finally finding it several feet away from where she had landed. The pain in her broken arm was making it hard for her to think, but she managed to shout, 'Next time, Twelve!' at Oyle -- nevermind that both Twelves had been dead for two days already -- before running away herself. |