bailey mills, d9. (readytorun) wrote in gamesofpanem, @ 2015-05-07 19:48:00 |
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Bailey didn't want to end up like Richard, so now whenever she went anywhere, be it the bathroom or a hunting-for-food expedition, she brought protection: Sperry or Cobalt. Her knife was awesome, of course, but it wasn't like she was going to use it for anything other than cutting apples. "It went that way," she whispered to Sperry, pointing in the direction of where she saw the Thing move and turned on her heels to run in the opposite direction. And that's when it caught her eye: something silver and metallic sticking out of a pile of leaves. "Shhhh," she whispered again, oblivious to the fact that she was the only one making noise, and took a closer look. Someone's supplies. Sperry looked back at Bailey, wondering who she was shhing when she wasn't saying anything. Was she trying to get the grass to be quieter? However, when her eyes fell on the object that Bailey was pointing out, Sperry went on guard; a tribute's supplies meant that there was also likely another tribute nearby. "I'll keep look-out," Sperry whispered, almost expecting to get shushed again but not minding. "Be careful; they might have a trap or something set up to keep their stuff safe." "Okay," Bailey whispered back and crept closer to snatch something, her hands grasping a hold of bag of tortillas. Tar would be so proud Quiet as they were aiming to be, and tired though he was, Gunnar was still more terrified than he was exhausted, and his eyes had snapped open on the other side of the bush. His hand closed around the strap of his backpack, poised and ready to leap to his feet, take a good solid swing, and then run. The footsteps in the grass were soft but a rustle came from the plastic bag containing the two tortillas he had left after finishing the fourth for 'dinner' before drifting off to restless sleep. Gunnar wanted to reach up over his head and try to snatch back what little remained of his food stores. The bits of jerky were tucked in his pack along with the water bottle that now held rain water squeezed from the shirt he'd spread out during the storm, but something about having them all together seemed to make it feel more like a meal in the eating, even though it was still a meager one. His heart pounded in his chest, until finally he couldn't take it anymore -- if this was the end, this was the end! "Hey!" Gunnar shouted, sitting up quickly and turning on the shadow by his head. "Mine!" It was too late, the girl's figure was darting away as Gunnar scrambled to his knees, when something hard struck him in the head and he sat back on the ground, hard. Startled by the sudden appearance of a figure and a voice, Bailey had reached for her baseball to throw at his head but her fingers found an apple instead. It seemed to do the trick, knocking him backwards, but she dropped the tortillas in her fright. Apparently Sperry had been keeping watch in the wrong direction, as she heard some sort of scuffle happening in Bailey's direction. Shit. Knife in hand, she ran in the direction of the cry, but stopped short when she noticed who Bailey was scuffling with. Her District Partner. Well this was awkward. Eyes darting between the two, without a word Sperry looked over Gunnar's supplies and grabbed up the net. She'd at least leave him his meal. (And hopefully with the net, she'd be able to catch something a little more substantial.) Bailey reached for Sperry's hand and took off in a run. "Let's go." |