Petaline Tiller volunteers as tribute (![]() ![]() @ 2013-12-05 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 55th games, - arena, tribute: 55th cordelia cable, tribute: 55th lilac soot |
WHO: Cordelia Cable (D5) and Lilac Soot (D12)
WHAT: Taking a breather, finally
WHERE: An ice cavern
WHEN: Night 1
STATUS: Log/Complete
Right or left? Nine was no where to be seen by the time Lilac and Cordelia was in the snowy hills. They opted north.
Once they were sure they were not being followed, the girl from Twelve finally slowed down to a brisk walking pace, taking the time to assess her ally. She was injured, but at least she had more than a rope and a bag of fruit jerky. “Here,” Lilac said, reaching over to take Cordelia’s backpack from her. If it had been up to her, she probably would’ve taken the backpack without a word, but they were both on high alert and she didn’t want it to seem like she was going to attack the girl out of no where. The gesture wasn’t just a polite offer either, and it wasn’t as if she thought Five couldn’t handle it. It’s just that she could be doing something more useful, like “put pressure on your arm.”
Cable immediately shifted away, swinging the backpack from Lilac’s reach. Understanding or no, she’d come out of the Bloodbath and this was hers. There would be time later, she was sure, where nothing would matter and everything replaceable, but the loss of her district partner still cut deep. She’d just lost something and she wasn’t losing this.
Still, immediately she realized that wasn’t the best move. She had an axe and Lilac had a rope and jerky. If anyone was coming out on top in the moment, it would be her. No way she’d try to run off with her things. “I’m fine,” she grumbled stoically. “We just need to find some place to rest a minute. No way the Career pack is already on the move.”
Lilac resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but she didn’t pick up the pace to spite her either. Despite Five being the one with the weapon, she didn’t feel any less capable or adequate, nor would she allow to be treated as if she were. Or would it be easier to play that role? To be underestimated? Possibly; she would play it by ear. For now, she used the extra hand she had to pick up wood (most were damp) and some kindling and tinder. They may not be able to get it lit, or even have the opportunity to, but it was better than nothing.
Nodding ahead, Lilac saw some sort of lumpy snow or hills beginning to form in the distance. She continued without word.
Her jaw was tight as she pulled the hat down tighter over her ears. District 5 got cold, but this was more bitter than anything she’d faced before. Their running turned to walking as the gray of the sky began to darken and, accordingly, the air got chillier. The only plus side was that she couldn’t feel the pounding in her wound now - it was a very effective ice pack.
“Over there?” Cable said, gesturing over to what looked to be a scoop taken out of the hill that might fit them for shelter.
Lilac doubted they could successfully take on a direct attack if anyone else came this way (with more numbers and more weapons). It would be ideal to take the time to walk another five or ten minutes to see if there was any other form of shelter to the side, but unless someone had been running behind them the entire way, a quick rest for Five to wrap her wound up and see what she had in her backpack would be beneficial. She was sure their mentors were curious to see what was in that as well.
The thought that they were being watched made her feel comfort, something she had not been expecting. She remembered the Capitol, the warmth, the food, the company. She pushed the thought of Roan to the absolute back of her mind, even if he was permanently stuck at the forefront. There would be plenty of time to mourn; she trusted those in her district and Team Twelve were mourning for her.
The uneven hill actually looked to be the entrance to some sort of ice cavern. Lilac stood over what was a warmer area to block them from the bitter cold, yet close enough to run if someone (or some muttation) were to emerge from behind them. It had been too easy so far. While Cable unpacked, Lilac prepared the ground by digging away at the snow until there was some dirt, which was where she arranged the branches, wood, kindling wood, and tinder. Some of the wood she had to discard, and she noted to find a long stick if possible and sharpen it. She felt uneasy not having an actual weapon. “I doubt the fire will burn long, but it’s better than nothing. We can leave before anyone takes notice.” Rain or snow, Lilac didn’t doubt that she could get this lit. Her toes and fingers were numb, but after it got colder than a certain point, it felt the same to her. She hoped someone out there was freezing.
“Yeah. If anyone… or anything,” she had to admit, looking into the cave. She paused in her speaking and picked up one of the discarded pieces of wood and threw it deeper into the cave. It echoed slightly, but there was no followup movement.
“If anything comes, they come,” Cable concluded as she slid off her pack and opened it. Inside was two jars containing two… the foot of something. Maybe a goat? Two feet floating in liquid, a packet of beef jerky and --
“Yes!” she hissed excitedly as she pulled out the medical kit. Carefully removing her coat and then her shirt, she examined the angry slice into her shoulder. The blood flow had slowed - the good thing about being in the cold - and had already started to cake at the edges. She was pretty sure she needed to close the wound, though. It wouldn’t be just a gauze job. “No matches though.” Cable looked briefly at the injected doses of painkillers, then at her arm. It would look so much better if she could just --
Ripping open the suture packet with her teeth, she pulled out the pre-threaded hook. Schooling her face into something sullen, she narrowed her eyes and plunged the hook into her skin. While the surface was numbed by the cold, the internal cut definitely wasn’t yet. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and started working, trying to remember what she’d seen. ’You better be appreciating this, Ampere,’ she thought sullenly as she haphazardly stitched the wound.
“Lilac, can you tie this off?” she asked breathlessly, wiping the blood that had started afresh and licking it off her fingers.
“Sure.” Lucky girl, the medical kit could mean the difference between health and being infected. And at the point of the game, a healthy ally was still definitely a good thing. If Lilac was any good at first aid, she may have offered, though perhaps the girl would have pushed away her help once more, and she wasn’t about to look like a fool twice.
Without matches, Ly would have to go about it the good ‘ol fashioned way by using her hands to start a friction based fire. The concept of time was difficult, but less than half an hour of sitting by their only source of warmth, Lilac would suggest they journey further down along the outskirts of the tavern for a place to retire for the night.