Melissa Gold (doremimi) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-09-24 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel: comics: melissa gold |
Who: Melissa Gold
When: Day 1, after the Cornucopia
Where: the passage leading to H
What: Recovering, taking inventory
Warnings: Hunger Games
Her heart was still pounding as she stumbled her way through the murky water and into the dark passage, leaving the fighting behind. For now. There was no telling what each of the exits from the Cornucopia led to, how far ahead the one she took stretched on or what dangers waited for her at the end of it. No way to know if she made the right choice. Or at least the lesser of bad choices. If she had her powers she could maybe estimate the distance, echo sounds back to her and figure out the layout of this place and have a better idea of where to go. But if she had her powers, she could have simply thrown up a shield against Hank instead of resorting to the sword as she had. It had been a split second decision, made out of fear that he would have ended her life just as soon as she had his. Except his final words to her. Dramatic asshole. Maybe he had just been bluffing his attack, the way she had attempted against Darcy. The only thing clear was that he had trusted her just as little as she trusted him in that final moment. His mistake for interfering. She had warned him to stay out of her way back when he was foolishly trying to negotiate a truce, but she really hadn't expected his blood to end up on her hands. But for now she could take comfort in the brief safety of the dark, of being alone to regather her strength and her will. "Get a grip," Melissa scolded herself, wiping at her eyes angrily with the back of her bloodied sleeve. Crying would just dehydrate her and she wasn't even the one that had died. Not yet, and she couldn't get caught up in regrets when there were 24 (or less, she hadn't stuck around to find out) others that might be coming after her next. Some for revenge. Hank had more friends than she ever did. Dangerous ones. She had nobody here except maybe Pietro, if she even managed to come across him. But he was just ask likely to be a liability as a help, as much as she hated to think it. What if she had been the only one that broke form and killed? Hank hadn't been alone in asking for peace, but she had known that it wouldn't hold. Not for long, not with the mix of people she was thrown in with. Melissa had no doubts that everyone back at home had seen it... god, did she really think of that place as home now? Her friends that she wasn't even properly able to say goodbye to. Enemies that even if she managed to survive here, she'd have to face. The judgment of them and of that fucking Constitution, after she slain one of its beloved founding fathers. People that didn't even know her, only having this one act to define her by. What did they even think? Did she even care? Because fuck them, they weren't the ones running around scared right now. Their squads were supposed to be sending things, the video had explained, and she at least hoped Pouncy and Amos would remain supportive. Hell, Pouncy was probably cheering her on, but she wondered how much more favor Rocket had over her in the group. Fuzzy little rodent was probably doing just fine. But with just a scraped elbow, she didn't think she needed much at the moment. Not until she took inventory of what she managed to make off with. Finding a corner of the tunnel and waiting until she was sure nobody was following, Mimi finally allowed herself to drop to her knees, releasing the sword from her tight grip for the first time since she'd picked it up. Shrugging off the book bag, Mimi emptied its contents and as well of that of the fanny pack on the rough ground in front of her. It was immediately obvious what had made the bag so heavy. A cast iron skillet. She frowned in consideration. Was it worth hauling around? The weight of it could slow her down, and she doubted it would have much use for actual cooking. But it could prove useful. Somehow. It was difficult to anticipate what challenges she'd face, so she didn't want to too quickly throw anything out. Hell, maybe it'd make an okay shield if somebody tried to come at her from behind, or make her bag more difficult to steal if somebody wasn't anticipating how heavy it was. She picked out the froglight next, clicking it on and doing a quick sweep of her surroundings. Left. Right. Above and behind. Not identifying any immediate threats, Mimi allowed herself a sigh of relief and went back to inspecting her haul. She checked the contents of her first aid kit and patched up the scrape on her elbow, cautious of being infected with any weird cave diseases. The fanny pack had come with two skyhooks, an emergency blanket, a vial of iodine, and 12 ounces of salmon jerky. Good. She had filled up plenty during their brief stay at the holding room, so she wasn't immediately hungry. And her first kill hadn't left her with much of an appetite anyway. The book bag had come with a 4L flask, a sleeping bag, a suture kit, and 3 MREs. More food, but no rope if the skyhooks were supposed to do her any good. At least Mimi had practiced plenty of climbing without during those couple weeks of training, and maybe they'd be useful as weapons if she lost the sword. The flask was empty, but with the iodine she could make any fresh water source she came across safe to drink. But right now she wanted to conserve energy and calm down. Stay right here, huddled in the corner. Bag repacked, the light off, and sword resting beneath her palm in case anyone made the mistake of coming her way. |