Pompeia Clacher [D2] (trajan) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-04-19 21:24:00 |
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Even as it began to set, the sun was a round coin in the sky against the mist. Assuming the sun came and went where it usually did, Pompeia headed in what she thought was east. The mist seemed to almost lead her, being lighter in the path ahead and thicker behind. As she walked, her tongue ran along her teeth, to where the seed had chipped one of them. She occasionally snacked on the jerky sent to her, having thanked them when she received it. It happened after processing that the boy who rolled off the cliff had taken bread with him. And at one point, she nearly tripped over a rock as she was about to swallow, taking up a good minute for coughing, gagging, and struggling to uncap her bottle to wash it down. One more rocky part, she opted to climb instead of taking a longer route. An empty water bottle fell behind her, and she paused, hearing as it bounced off the rocks before it faded. She stayed still against the mountainside for a moment. Shit, it hit more than she expected. That wouldn't be her. Her foot searched for the next hold before she pushed up on it and continued. Her wounded arm throbbed, and the prospect of more tributes and finding something to help it kept her going. She kept trying to flex her hand, the whole forearm sore. Occasionally, she paused to touch it out of curiosity, and because the stinging pain helped with the weird haze from being trapped in a cloud. She neared a bridge as the moon and stars provided the only light in the arena completely. She had forgotten she was on television. Only the arena and surroundings stayed with her as she found a decent rock. She settled with her back against it to sleep. If she remembered, maybe she would've made her vow that this ended tomorrow aloud. |