insert tribute here. (geerntet) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-04-20 07:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 57th games, - arena, tribute: 57th oyle slick |
WHO: Oyle Slick
WHAT: Reactions to the anthem on Night 15.
WHEN: Night 15
WHERE: The rocky part of Alto
STATUS/WARNING: Completed narrative, usual warnings.
Oyle had heard the cannon boom earlier in the day and had quickly gone back to their camp, hidden in the rocks on Alto. Almond would be there shortly, she was sure of it. Oyle hadn’t managed to find a stream, but she had gotten some dirty water from a puddle. It wasn’t perfect and it was kind of sedimenty and gross but it was water. It was better than urine.
Oyle waited.
Hours later she knew, but she kept promising herself that Almond would be back. She promised herself that as she ate a few grapes and took another bite of the precious jerky and then a few sips of water. She wouldn’t drink or eat too much because Almond would be starving when she came back.
Oyle knew that the pair of them wouldn’t make it to the end of the Games, that’s why they had both trusted the alliance for so long. They needed each other and the gifts that they both got from their sponsors.
The anthem started playing and Oyle felt like she couldn’t breath for a second. She knew it was coming and she made a plan to start moving in the morning, she didn’t trust crossing the bridges now, it was too dark and they were too easy to slip off of. There were no thoughts of how Almond would want her to win now or anything like that because she knew, Almond wouldn’t have wanted her to win because that meant Almond died.
She tried not to think about how there were four Careers, the boy from three, and herself left. That she was probably the next to die.
When Almond’s face lit up the sky, two tears fell down her cheek and she whispered the words I’m sorry to the sky. She was sorry, she was sorry that she knew Almond at all, she was sorry they had both come to the Games, and as much as she didn’t want to die, she was sorry that Almond’s baby wouldn’t have a mother.
She pulled her hood over her head and wrapped herself in the blanket. Tomorrow she would move before the Careers found her, when it first got light. If they never found her, they couldn’t kill her.