Petaline Tiller volunteers as tribute (![]() ![]() @ 2013-12-07 07:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 55th games, - arena, tribute: 55th cordelia cable |
WHO: Cordelia Cable
WHAT: Morning things
WHEN: Day 3.
WHERE: Frozen side
STATUS: Narrative!
Lilac was asleep. It didn't bother Cable so much - it wasn't like she slept soundly anyway. It was difficult to, even when you took the constant fear of death out of things. She moved out of the cubby they'd found in the side of the mountain and into the frozen morning. Probably morning, she thought as she looked around; the sky was always some varying shade of gray here. It could still be night, really, for all she knew.
The ice around her looked so tempting. She ran her tongue over her chapped lips. They had to find something soon - either a parachute or a tribute to fight. She wasn't doing enough, obviously, to warrant any water.
She unzipped her jacket a little and had a look at the wound on her shoulder. It was healing over okay, she thought. When she poked it, she couldn't feel much, but she didn't know if that was because the nerve endings had been severed from the flap of skin she'd stitched back on, or because the cold she slept against kept it well numb. It at least didn't look an angry red against the rough stitches she installed. She zipped her jacket back up and picked up her ax.
Gnawing on a piece of salty beef jerky, she was grateful for at least the resemblance of liquid in her mouth.
"Lilac. Lilac!" she said through hushed tones. The wind was low and the sound might carry. Cable walked out a little down the way they came to examine their track for potential tributes. The snow suddenly changed underfoot - instead of the usual soft, sticky layer, ice skittered under her foot. One step was fine, but the next was slick, the thin layer of snow on top providing zero traction. Her frozen legs shuffled for purchase, her arms pinwheeling out as she started to skate down the pathway towards a sharp curve.
Her arm snapped out, the axe it was attached to sticking in the icy face she'd walked against as her legs kicked out towards the depths. It jerked her shoulder hard, but her grip held on the axe handle and she was able, after a few breaths to calm her heart, to get her footing back.
She looked down at the ice and carefully turned around and made her way back to the cubby, this time using the axe as a bit of purchase to keep her balance. Soot was moving now and Cable was glad she hadn't seen her falter.
"Come on - we gotta get a move on," she said gruffly as she snatched her pack and threw it over her free arm.