Dick Grayson { Nightwing } (batbird) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-09-29 11:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | dc: comics: dick grayson |
WHO: Dick Grayson (narrative)
WHAT: An adventure!
WHERE: Secret tunnel and cave off H
WHEN: Day 5/6
WARNINGS: Hunger Games. Injury.
Dick had lost some sense of time whilst trapped in the cave system that made up the arena. He could guess roughly how many days had passed, though with no definition between night and day, it was getting more and more difficult to judge. Especially when his sleep was fitful and relatively rare. His brief interaction with Rocket in the Cornucopia had been his last contact with anyone and the former vigilante was more than okay with that. Though he wouldn't have minded running into Sam, and hoped that his roomie was fairing well. The darkness was supposed to bring out the worst in people, but Dick hoped that it wouldn't drag him under. Again Dick had chosen the quietest tunnel to explore and he hadn't met anyone as he'd followed it's gloomy path. The cave he eventually found himself in was similarly deserted, at least of humans. He'd hoped to find water, but no such luck. Instead there had been bones and strange looking dogs that had been semi-friendly once he shared the last scraps of his jerky with them. When he'd caught the faint scent of fresh ocean side air, he'd thought at first that he was hallucinating. That was until he followed his nose so to speak and discovered the small crack in the cave wall that looked to be an alternate route out of there. Three hours later (he guessed) and he could just make out light up ahead in his barely bigger than Grayson sized passageway. He'd almost started to regret his sudden impulse to explore, especially when he'd caught his shoulder on a vicious piece of rock that decided to stick out obnoxiously far from the tunnel's roof. He was definitely regretting his decision to switch out the woolen shirts and jeans for just his climbing suit. Now though, as a fresh gust of sea air drifted over him, his initial excitement came back. Maybe he'd found a way out? Wriggling the last few meters, Dick pushed his rucksack out of the opening before him, listening for the impact to judge how far a drop there was on the other side. |