zeal. (zeal) wrote in gamesofpanem, @ 2015-05-08 12:46:00 |
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It was weird enough having somebody to keep track of where you were, let alone come back to. Telling Jamie that he was heading out was an unsure thing, whether they should stick together, whether they should keep an eye on each other, or whether it was safer this way. They'd figure it out soon enough (or not have to), but it was already taking some adjusting to, the boy from Six uncomfortably deciding to set out and take a look at their surroundings. From what he had seen so far, it was a good scouting trip, but not particularly fruitful. He moved slowly, carefully, blade drawn and ready in his right hand; the multitool was a backup option, one he'd spent several silent hours practicing and understanding. How to pull it out, how to use it, what might be most offensive, what might be most useful tool-wise. It was something, at least, if nothing compared to the vast reach of his ally's spear, of the Careers' indubitably formidable weapon supply. But for now, and for the past several minutes, he'd been eyeing a particularly strange looking structure. It was pretty, looked almost ceremonial, but it was also relatively out in the open. And while he was fairly sure no one could see him from his crouching viewpoint, going out there was a different story. Even from his viewpoint, though, he could tell there was something there. Whether it was a reward or a trap, he knew, he'd have to venture up in person in order to tell. So a minute later, he sprang from his position, sprinting with all his might up the steps into the gazebo: his fingers closed tight around the handle of (a basket? a basket.) and he didn't wait even for a moment to see what it contained. He knew well that speed wasn't his talent: that if another tribute had been there to chase him down, had gone for it, he would have been forced to fight. All he had was the endurance to keep running until he was sure he was safe. Once he lifted the lid, it was all he could do not to gorge himself: the tension in his still form was palpable. But with a sharp and deliberate inhale, he reached inside to pull a large chunk of bread from the loaf, push it into his mouth, and close the lid again. Chewing the crust as he made his way back to his ally had never felt more like victory. Nor had walking in, lifting the basket, and telling him, "We feast tonight." |