insert tribute here. (geerntet) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-12-05 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 55th games, - arena, tribute: 55th basil lumineer, tribute: 55th marlin felucca |
Who: Basil (1) and Marlin (4)
What: Careers standing guard and you know, being douchebros.
Where: Wherever the Careers camp tonight, near the Cornucopia most likely.
When: NIGHT 1
Status: Completed log
Warnings: Swearing/talk of child murder/douchebros.
The girls were asleep and Jet was on the other side of where the three Career boys were standing guard. They had decided that they would sleep in shifts, boys and girls, that way no one was ambushed. Still for as much as they didn’t collectively trust one another, Basil felt pretty good about the group. They were mildly injured, but ready to fight. None of them could take the whole field alone, they needed each other for now.
Basil looked at Marlin and they were far enough away from Jet and the girls that they could talk quietly. He poked what was left of their fire with a stick. “Who do you want to kill next?”
"I'd like to take another crack at that stupid girl from Seven," Marlin said bitterly. He felt a phantom pain in his groin, remembering how she got away. He hadn't been able to find her fingers in the grass around the Cornucopia -- perhaps the hovercrafts had taken them away with the bodies -- but Marlin felt confident that, despite his humiliation, he'd come out on top in that fight. Besides, now he knew to protect the jewels and wouldn't be repeating that mistake again.
He glanced over his shoulder at where Jet was keeping watch on the other side of camp. For as much of a threat he'd expected District 2 to be, they were lagging behind in kills. Still, it was only the first day, and keeping the alliance together was useful. He sighed and looked back over to Basil. He liked Basil, as much as he could like any other tribute besides Dory. He reminded Marlin of some of the boys he'd trained with, back in District 4. Maybe, if they'd met under different circumstances, they could even have been friends. "What about you?"
“Boy 10, without a doubt, that little shit stabbed me and I’m going to take the spear and shove it up his ass,” Basil said, without wasting a beat. That little shit would die before all of this was said and done and he would enjoy it. He hadn’t enjoyed killing the girl 10. It hadn’t really been personal, she had to die so he could live. It was simple and he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about it or regretting it. Nothing in the Hunger Games could be avoided.
“We’ll have to figure out where the rest of them are hiding tomorrow and get some more water, we’ve got supplies, but we’ll need more.”
Marlin laughed. That was definitely something one of his friends back home might have said, and he empathized with the urge to make the tribute that had bested him pay. He'd mostly recovered from his encounter with Seven, and he wasn't planning on letting the Eight boy's wound hold him back either.
"There is for sure water around here somewhere," he said, remembering the fishing poles in the Cornucopia. That had been a good sign, and Marlin itched to find the body of water they indicated and claim his advantage. Staking out the water source could even prove to be an effective strategy in hunting down the other tributes, and it'd be useful to know where it was when the time came to break the alliance.
Marlin dropped his voice to a low whisper. "Hey, so. What do you think of Two?" he asked.
Tomorrow, Basil thought, they could find the water. He just hoped that it didn’t give the 4s even more of an advantage than they already had when it came to water. Basil could swim, enough to stay afloat, but not well or for a long time. If they kept the fighting on land, he could keep up with the other boy, he was sure.
“He’s a bit,” Basil started, keeping his voice low enough that only Marlin could hear. “Weird. I mean, super weird right?” He shook his head. “He and the girl, both. You?”
Marlin nodded. "Yeah, they're weird, him more than her, right? She's just like -- you know how not-hot girls can be. But he's got that creepy stare, like he wants to skin you alive and wear you as a coat." Not that Marlin had any problem with killing, but there was a line.
Basil made a face. “Right no, I get it.” He glanced around again even though he wasn’t talking loud enough for anyone else to hear. “He’s definitely the creepiest Career I can remember.”
"And that 11…" Marlin made a face, remembering the surprise in the training scores. He'd been more than satisfied with his 10, but Jet's unusual score had made it difficult for him to enjoy it fully. "It's got to be his pain thing, right?"
Quickly, Marlin went over the Cornucopia results in his head. Dory had two kills all to herself, he had one, and Basil and Ritz had one each. Between the two of them, District 2 had only managed to fell the giant from District 11 (he knew that guy would be a bitch to take out). "I mean, it's not like they're all that impressive otherwise," he pointed out. "We could take them."
“Of course we could take them,” Basil said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was never a question in his mind, they were ⅔ of the Career pack, they could take the 2s out without a question. “We know that we both want to win, we both want our districts to win, let’s not play stupid, but when the time comes, them first and then we can give everyone a show.”
"That's what I was thinking." Marlin smiled, remembering his similar deal with Dory. In a perfect world, it would come down to him and his district partner, but if it couldn't be that, Marlin could see himself enjoying an all-out fight with his counterpart from District 1, regardless of the outcome. He held out his fist in a gesture of solidarity.
Basil put his own hand in a fist and bumped Marlin’s. “Good.” Like Marlin, he wanted the last match to be with Ritz, but well, Marlin would be a good fight and should he die, at least he would able to die unashamed than if he got killed by that boy 10.