bailey mills, d9. (readytorun) wrote in gamesofpanem, @ 2015-05-08 20:17:00 |
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After two close calls and a narrow escape from a career, a more sensible tribute might have called it quits and stopped tempting fate, but Bailey Mills was more of an optimist than a realist. Now that she had a taste of thrill of thievery and seen the looks on her allies faces when she brought back chocolate or a net, she wanted more. The careers had water (so much water) and a mountain of medical supplies (Cobalt could use that), and it wasn't fair that they got all the spoils just because they were big and scary and fuckin' awful. She was something too: small, and quick, and a THIEF. She was going to take what she and the other deserved, and this time, she wasn't going to get caught. Plus, she had Flo's Jesus on her side. Clad in her catchers uniform (sans the mask, which she'd left with Sperry), Bailey snuck into the career camp under the cover of darkness and made her way to the pile of medical supplies, stuffing items into the pockets of her pants. Reef might make mistakes, but she learned from them too. Instead of walking around the walled fort, she had climbed into the back of the cannon when it was her turn on watch. She had most definitely decided she wanted the thief to come back, because she wanted her vengeance. The tribute wouldn’t survive a second thievery. By some great fortune, the thief was dumb (or brave?) enough to return. Reef grinned in darkness, hidden by empty containers and stray cardboard. At first she hadn’t been sure if it was an ally -- Rose or Gemma -- but there was no mistaking the way this tribute moved. It was still difficult to see the girl, and Reef didn’t know which district she belonged to… but that district would be down in numbers shortly. Menacingly, Reef stood up and held her spear at the ready. Instead of words, the girl from four growled. May as well try to intimate the thief. Welp. So much for not getting caught. Bailey shot up, her eyes wide with terror as she stared back at the Girl from Four, who was way scarier up close. She took a tentative step backwards, stumbling over the medical supplies as she reached for her knife. She could throw things, too. Clumsily and with no idea how to throw a knife, she flung it at Reef, but it flew too high and disappeared into the darkness behind her. So, she heaved the crate of remaining water bottles at the girl and took off in a run. Next time Bailey stole, she was going to bring a distraction. The water bottles would have to do. The knife had been easy to dodge, the water not so much. Reef was pelted with both full and empty water bottles, and let out a roar of anger. She pushed forwards, and scrambled through the supplies and out of the cannon. Daylight would have been too much after hiding in the darkness, and Reef was grateful for the clouds rain brought. She paused for only a moment before raising her right arm. Her grip flexed against the spear before she thrust her arm forwards, and sent the spear flying through the air. Reef reached down and grabbed a throwing knife and started running towards the tribute, just in case. She was not going to let her get away for a second time. Unlike Bailey, Reef's aim was true. The spear sunk into her neck, a spot unprotected by the catcher's vest. She gasped for air--once, twice. Sorry, Tar. She should've brought a better distraction. The cannon sounded before she hit the ground. |