laurel lyndon: ball destroyer (laurells) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-12-07 12:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 55th games, - arena, tribute: 55th laurel lyndon |
Who: Laurel Lyndon, mentions of Buck Tanner
When: Day 4 (I think?)
Where: the east of the arena
What: Plot slot: finding a knife
Warnings: none
Status: Completed narrative
Maybe it didn’t hurt so much any more, or maybe she was just growing used to the pain. Laurel had survived, and that was the important part. Laurel’s confidence had been renewed somewhat upon finding the two from District Three and being part of their new group. Her stomach ached from lack of food, but she was being sensible with the sports drink and trying to ration it out. Iaso had patched her up, making sure that her bandage was only cutting off blood to the severed fingers and not the whole hand. Her stitches seemed sound, too, as far as Laurel could tell. But being told to keep the bandage on was a suspect piece of information, although Laurel couldn’t grudge the other girl for using her advantage of that knowledge. “I ain’t dumb,” she’d whispered to Buck. “I saw enough people get hurt back home. Take her advice with a pinch of salt,” she advised him. She didn’t know enough to notice any other faults in Iaso’s work, if they existed. It might have been the fourth day, though it felt like the twenty-fourth, when Laurel decided to try and work on strengthening her hand. It felt strange, painful and off-balance all of the time even when she tried to ignore it. She found a quiet spot a little away from where they were camped and took one of the set of sai with her, trusting the others with the second one. She’d only looked at these weapons briefly during training, but hadn’t had the luck to get an axe or something that she was familiar with. She tried to practice moving with it, trying to determine how different it was when her hand throbbed with pain. Stabbing was easy - she’d proved that with Roan. Laurel hadn’t told the rest of her new allies that she’d made a kill so early on. It was when she was slashing at the air, trying to practice moving with the weapon, that something caught her eye. She crept towards it, hesitant in case it was a trap, but upon seeing that she was still alone she darted forwards. Dropping the sai she picked up her findings in her good hand, clumsily turning the knife over and over to see if it was real. It hadn’t come in a silver parachute, so perhaps someone else had lost it. She tucked it carefully into a pocket in her jacket and then picked up the sai once again. A few more strokes of luck like this might be exactly what she needed. |