WHO: Cobalt Blu [D3] WHAT: Spying WHEN: Night 6, after this (read that one first) WHERE: Near the cornucopia STATUS: Complete WARNINGS: Hunger Games!
Cobalt didn't tell Bailey she was following her. She wanted to watch what the girl managed to do to get her hands on career supplies. Maybe she'd be able to do it herself later. Today had already been a good day for supply gathering; the morphling and syringe she'd kept quiet, but she owned up to the parachute and its supplies. Now, if Bailey could get her hands on some Career food, they would be alright for another day at least.
Cobalt kept a good distance between herself and Bailey, not wanting to give herself away to either her ally or whatever Careers might be lurking around their headquarters.
She couldn't see much, but she saw enough. She saw the spear pierce her ally's throat and gasped, covering her mouth and any sound that escaped it quickly. No cold compress or painkillers were going to help that.
Other tributes may have gotten sentimental, tried to close Bailey's wide eyes or say a word over her body, but not Cobalt. Aided by the morphling that made the pain in her ribs nearly nonexistent, Cobalt took off running as soon as the cannon sounded. Two allies dead in three days.
Well, at least Bailey'd left most of her supplies back at camp. Cobalt could think of a few things that extra pipe would do.