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Post by perrin rochelle piers on Aug 18, 2011 0:10:51 GMT -5
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In her funny little head, the only useful things she could do were checking her brother's snares for food and making sure nothing became so wet that it was unusable. Otherwise, she was not at all an effective tribute. She could not set a twitch-up snare, she could not shoot a bow, she was not at all very strong. But she was mentally stabile and was able to think of things given long enough to come up with a plan. And she was decent with a knife, which she had. But given the amount of swords, machetes, and axes she had seen in the Cornucopia, this point was moot.
As the girl from the mining district was setting about checking snares, thunder rolled overhead. She sighed, glanced up at the thick foliage above her, and continued making her way quietly toward the next snare. As of this point, the snares had caught nothing. Not a single creature that they could use for meat or bait. This was a problem.
Unless one considered the river to be a viable option. To District 12, it wasn't. To Perrin's knowledge, neither of them knew how to swim, nor was fishing a well-known skill. So they were stuck scouring the land to get food.
At the next snare, Perrin once again found nothing. Seeing as this was becoming a pattern, she wandered away from the trail of traps, keeping track of which way she was headed. The last thing she needed--that both tributes from her district--needed was for her to get lost and possibly killed. But it would help to find new places to hide and new routes to take. The trees were a little thicker in this part of the jungle, but Perrin didn't seem to care that much, for her eyes intently scanned back and forth as she walked, her hand steadily going to her knife.
After a couple of minutes, she stopped, and closed her eyes, breathing deeply before opening them again and continuing forward. words, outfit, whatever you want
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Post by atticus savoy kai on Aug 19, 2011 22:46:22 GMT -5
Atticus sat in his perch high in the tree, his sack still slung across his back. He held a short, blunt knife in his hand and was stripping bark off the tree, and weaving the strips together to make a thick rope. He heard something moving in the foliage underneath him. Stuffing the unfinished rope into his pocket, Atticus leaped down from his current branch to the one below. It was Perrin. Absently, Atticus touched the blue ribbon gently and his stoic face became softer. Then she moved on.
Atticus stood and ran along the thick limb and leaped to another one, following her in the trees. His arms were out as he balanced like a circus performer on the high wire. Atticus followed her until the trees thinned out again, and then he swung down to the ground and landed silently amongst the thick vegetation. He trailed her a little longer and then paused before saying, “You.” He did not want to say her name. It would give too much away.
“Are you looking for something?” He asked, “Like food?” He reached into his sack and pulled out a capybara type creature, only much larger. It was freshly caught and not skinned yet. “Here. You can have it. I’ll get more.” He tossed it at her feet. “I know you’re hunting for you and your brother.” He knew Shimmer was probably going to kill him if the tributes didn’t first, but this girl was beautiful and made him want to live and feel rather than just go through the motions and die for a seemingly hopeless cause. She made him feel human and it was a feeling he had not experienced for many years. Since he was a child. Since he had begun to be taught that emotions kill.
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Post by perrin rochelle piers on Aug 19, 2011 23:28:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. As she tucked away a stray strand of hair, Perrin tightened her hold on the knife she held. She was beginning to feel uneasy, or even watched. (Being watched was something she should've been used to, after all, cameras could be trained on her at that very moment, watching her vainly trying to get food for herself and her brother.) This was a different type of being watched, it was more like the feeling of being followed, a feeling she had only encountered once or twice in her life, and only in school. This was different than that, too. And that is why her grip had tightened, not out of the sense of a kill, but out of the fear of something else.
She fought to keep her face free of anxiety or fear, and as far as she knew, she was failing. She could feel her eyebrows knitting together, feel the instinct of fight versus flight start to kick in, and her knuckles were starting to hurt because of how hard she was now gripping her knife.
"You."
The knife fell from Perrin's hand as she let out a sharp scream and whipped to face the speaker. Her hands quickly clasped over her own mouth to keep herself from continuing the sound, and her eyes grew wide upon seeing who it was. The boy from One, Atticus Kai. What in the world was he doing? Had he given himself away on purpose? From behind her hands she quietly repeated what he had said to her, "You."
His question caused her to slowly move her hands away from her mouth and look over him. Yes, she was looking for something. Something to help her and Hunter survive, food, anything. Food, he had said food, yes. Yes, that is what she needed. And thankfully her stomach did not growl at the mention of it. When he pulled the creature from his sack, Perrin tensed and stared at the thing, her thoughts flickering between doubt and joy.
On one hand, this animal could keep her and Hunter feed for a week if they portioned it right, and they could use the skin for something. But on the other hand, the animal could be poisonous and kill them both in a matter of hours after they ate it, guaranteeing Atticus two steps closer to victory and to survival. Before she could get in a word of protest, the animal was at her feet. Her eyes flicked down to study it, and then whipped back up to him when he spoke.
"I wouldn't say 'hunting', exactly," Perrin replied cautiously, her face softening slightly, "more scavenging and hoping my brother's snares catch––" she stopped, an idea lighting behind her eyes. "Have you been following me?" demanded the girl, quickly bending down to pick up the capybara-like animal he'd tossed to her as well as her knife.
Had she been loud enough to hear? Was she not as quiet as she thought she was being? She made a mental note to be quieter in her movements once she'd gotten away from this encounter. Logically, she should have just picked up the animal and left, but she didn't. Instead, she stood her ground and waited for an answer. |
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Post by atticus savoy kai on Aug 21, 2011 18:23:51 GMT -5
She repeated what he had said to her. Smiling slightly, Atticus looked at her with his eyes that felt like they could see through steel. Atticus looked at her, turning his head slightly to scan the horizon. His dreads moved and parted, revealing the blue ribbon tied to keep a section away from his face. One dread was already hacked off from an earlier encounter, that piece looking sad and defeated. Otherwise though, he was tan, lean, and deadly looking.Atticus looked at her. “I’ve been hunting.” He raised his sword, which glittered in the dull light streaming from the canopy above. It was clean, but had not been so previously. Atticus blinked in surprise when she asked him that question. “What if I have?” He questioned her back, not liking how close the conversation was getting to his feelings. He shifted his weight a bit and tossed a dread over his shoulder with a flick of his head.
Then he heard the footsteps. His eyes widening in surprise that they were so close (this girl distracted him too much for his liking), he leaped through the foliage to Perrin. He clapped his hand over her mouth and pinned her against a tree that was covered in large, dangling plants. He pressed himself over her to keep her hidden. His face was inches from hers and his breath was coming fast and shallow from adrenaline and nervousness. He was touching her. He was actually touching her.
The footsteps entered the clearing and the group began talking about something in low voices, shifting through the plants to search for whoever had made the noise. Atticus leaned into Perrin and whispered in her ear, “Should I kill them?” He was leaving it up to her and her alone. He would do whatever she told him too, just as long as he could hold her like this for a little longer. He was aware of his heartbeat and her heartbeat and it pained him to realize how much more hers meant to him at that moment.
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Post by perrin rochelle piers on Aug 21, 2011 19:21:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. It took a moment for Perrin's mind to register the slight smile that had appeared on Atticus' lips. She wasn't familiar with the image of it, that and he was looking at her. His eyes seemed to be capable of boring into her soul and dragging out every strategy or secret she possessed. The feeling that came with that gaze being aimed at her was enough to get her thoughts off track, even for a moment or two.
When he turned to look elsewhere, she caught a glimpse of a ribbon woven into his dreadlocks. She almost dared to ask about it, but was silenced when he looked back at her. Perrin was not going to bring up a simple ribbon when the rest of him was lean and dangerous, and if she asked, she could set the wrong edge and loose something valuable–like her life. That sword looked menacing and deadly as it had when she had first seen him with it (when she had glanced over her shoulder as she had run from the Cornucopia). Of course he had been hunting. She had heard someone during training talking about him, that he was most likely a survivor-type, who would know how to get along fine even without the career pack.
"What if I have?"
Perrin opened her mouth to answer his question, but got not further than, "Than I would have to ask––" before Atticus leapt at her and pinned her to a tree, his hand over her mouth. Her first thought was that he was going to take his sword and run it through her…until she also heard the footsteps coming ever closer. Her eyes widened and trained on his face, which was closer than she would ever have thought it would ever be.
And then the thought came to mind that they were actually making physical contact. Touching, and not killing each other. A small tingle ran up her spine and she pushed herself against the tree slightly, trying to concentrate on the tributes that were starting to exchange hushed words. She could register that they were looking for something. Well, more specifically, they were looking for her and Atticus. She would complain about how he needed to control his breathing, but she realized that hers was not much slower or deeper.
Atticus leaning into her cause Perrin to tense up slightly, not exactly sure how else to physically react to the movement. She attempted to melt her expression into one lacking anxiety and fear as he whispered in her ear. Her hand glossed over her knife fell uselessly at her side. It would be best to let him kill the tributes trying to find them. It would be for their own survival, after it was over, wouldn't it? But it became almost unsettlingly apparent to her that she didn't want to risk seeing him getting killed (survivor-type or not) if she replied 'yes'. But she couldn't let the people looking for them find what they were looking for. Then both of them might be dead, and she wouldn't be able to make sure that Hunter survived longer than her, and Atticus would've died because of her stupidity.
Subtly, Perrin placed one hand on his shoulder to keep him there while she tried to come up with an answer. After a moment or two longer of thought, she closed her eyes and whispered back, "Give it a bit, wait to see if they give up and move on." |
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Post by atticus savoy kai on Aug 27, 2011 22:37:57 GMT -5
Atticus looked at Perrin in the eyes, his dark eyes troubled as they searched her face. He did not quite understand this draw he had toward her. He looked at her a bit, not pulling away, only removing his hand from her mouth. He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder, his dreadlocks sliding over his shoulders as he did so.
The two tributes came closer to where they were hidden. Atticus’ eyes narrowed and his wrist turn, the sword making a dull sound as he did so. He titled his head, listening for their movements. Their footsteps were quiet. They were on the hunt too. The curtain of vines hiding them was swept aside. Atticus leaped into action.
The first tribute, a tall boy, was run through with the sword before he even had a chance to defend himself. Atticus pulled it out and spun on the boy’s comrade. This boy was smaller, quicker, and already armed with a strong fighting knife. The boy met his strike with a clash that sent sparks flying into the air. Atticus grunted with effort as the boy pushed against him, causing a severe sound to hit ears from metal on metal. He cause a small niche to appear in Atticus’ sword.
Atticus thought of Perrin, defenseless if he failed. Atticus stepped away from the boy, turned and stepped back in quicker than he thought he could. He slashed upwards and watched impassively as the boy fell at his feet. Atticus rolled him away with his foot into a thick clump of brush. He turned slightly and held his hand out to Perrin.
“Come. It’s safe now.” He murmured, afraid of how she would react to him now. It was hard to like someone who was a killer. Woah. Where did that come from? Like?
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Post by perrin rochelle piers on Aug 28, 2011 21:52:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. Her body only seemed to tense further as she waited for the tributes to either find them or move along. She didn't know what else to do to help their situation other than staying still. Perrin kept her eyes trained on Atticus as he searched her face. What was he looking for? Weakness? A cause for keeping her hidden. Now, there was no doubt that Perrin was somewhat okay with him being so close. But she couldn't exactly pinpoint the reason why.
The footsteps stopped, and Perrin's breath caught short. Her gaze fixated on the curtain of foliage that had been concealing them as it was pulled back. As Atticus leapt at the first tribute, she pressed her back into the tree and started to scramble to get a good grip on her knife. Her heart raced, her hand finally wrapped around her knife hilt, and she hurried away from the tree. Perrin inhaled sharply as she brushed aside some of the vines, just in time to watch the second tribute fall at Atticus' feet.
She stumbled back a step at this image. Not out of shock that he had just killed someone…two someones…no, it was out of surprise that he had taken them both on his own. Out of surprise that she had been helpless and useless in the scenario. That she had stayed hidden behind vines scrambling for her knife while he had executed something like this.
She kept her head slightly poking through the vines as he held out his hand to her. Perrin took a few moments of consideration after he spoke. What would it seem like to the Capitol audience if she took his hand as she stepped out? Would she seem defenseless and weak? Or would it spark the idea of some non-existant relationship between them? What if she didn't take his hand? What if she just ignored it and made her way back into the open on her own? That might lose any potential sponsors…if Haymitch was sober enough to get them for her and Hunter. Sponsors would keep her and Hunter alive…
It was this thought, mixed with the same unnamable emotion from before that led her to take Atticus' hand and come back out from the cover of the vines and walk up to him. Her eyes scanned his face slowly, wondering how relative safe was to someone like him, before she let go of his hand and looked away. The next thing she thought of was what could be of use from the tributes he had taken down. It was an awful thought outside of the arena, looting bodies for supplies, but in here, it could make sense. Perrin's gaze lingered on the first boy he had gotten to, run through by Atticus' sword, and then put away her knife and adjusted her bag.
"Thank you," she murmured, not looking up from her hands, which were fiddling with one of the straps of her bag. Surely, she could add that she could've fended for herself…but she knew that she wouldn't have fared as well. She would've received injuries and maybe even have ended up as one of the bodies on the jungle floor.
"We should clear out…the cannon will sound soon and they need to get the bodies," Perrin added after threading a hand through her hair and taking a slow breath. Her heart was still pounding, and her attempts to calm it were failing thus far. |
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