[Closed] Redkite and Dark Huntress

[RedKite]

(LOL, sorry about Walaghai, I just didn't know what to do with him...oops..)

Tabatha stays outside. She picks up a piece of oak wood and begins to carve it. She looks around to see if there is anyone around. She cannot see anyone so she sits back down and pulls her knees up to her chest. She would never admit it, especially to Zayden or Charleigh, but the Hunger Games was scaring her. In a few days anyone could be dead. She has an image of Zayden lying dead on the floor. Then Charleigh and the boy from district eight. Then herself... She pushes the image out of her head and watches as the morning light peaks over the treetops. The days were getting shorter. She wanted to get this darn thing over with, to be either dead or happy and safe quickly, it wasn't the thought of dying that made her scared, it was the suspense of waiting for that decision to be made. She looks at the makeshift shelter and gets up, clutching her knife so hard that she could feel the wooden handle against her bone.

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She creeps along the forest floor carefully. A pain shoots up her right hand and she notices that she has been holding the blade of the knife rather than the handle. She tears a strip of material from her t-shirt and wraps it around the open wound. It quickly has a scarlet flower of blood staining it and she sighs. A snap sound behind her and she whirls around. she draws her knife and kills off the tribute behind her. She takes his pack and weapon and climbs the nearest tree quickly. She clings to it as the realisation that the dead tribute could have been her sinks in. She stares wide-eyed at the body of the dead tributes with shock.

[Dark Huntress]

[lol, btw, Xia should kill Charleigh, cuz Xia is one of the other trainees...and she should be the last other girl and hurt one of them...]

Zayden, unable to let Tabatha wander off by herself, watched her kill the tribute. As the shock and even horror crossed her face, he lurked in the shadows, unable to decide what to do. She would be mad at him for following and angry for thinking she needed help. But maybe, just maybe, she'd be grateful. And that was enough.

"Hey," he said awkwardly, stepping out, sword strapped confidently to his rippling back. He stepped easily over the corpse to stand by her. "Alright?" He fiddled with his jean's beltloops.

[RedKite]

Tabatha glares at him, but still gratefully accepts that he is worried. She shakes her head.

"Yeah. I'm fine." she gives a weak smile and starts walking back to camp, " But I just wish this would end already..."

[Dark Huntress]

"It just started...," he trailed off. "Now, what do you we do with Charleigh, there can only be two, but I can't kill her now. I couldn't kill her. But we can't just use her then throw her off." He looked at the ground, long lashes fanning against his cheeks. For some reason this paradox genuinely bothered him, he wasn't made of stone.

[RedKite]

Tabatha, back to her normal self shrugs. "You got her involved..." she jokes but then sees he is actually upset, "Look...we'll just have to....kind of....wait...Or we could make a deal with another tribute..." She says, "I know someone...."

[RedKite]

Tabatha looks at him for a minute, unconvinced.

"Hey, don't be so down, you have a few more days with her..." She jokes, raising her eyebrows.

[Dark Huntress]

Zayden looked up at her. "Ew! I mean, I'm not gay, but I wasn't thinking if that," he paused. "For that long." He shrugged. "Chances are, we've got several days and she'll probably 'take care of herself'. Anyway, I'm starving an tired an my internal clock is pissed at being disturbed so let's go." He looks around.

"And for all the audiences, shove this up your asscracks!" He flips nothing in particular the bird and figures some camera will catch it.

[RedKite]

(nice language up there LOL)

Tabatha frowns a bit and rolls her eyes and walks off, still confused at his actions.

[Dark Huntress]

[Well, if I were there I'd so do that LOL x3]

Zayden shakes his head at her then strides toward the shelter. Charleigh is already asleep and he gives her peaceful, unguarded face am ambiguous look. It would be so easy...it wouldn't even hurt her..., he fingered a knife blade then groaned. He couldn't do it. A few minutes later found him peacefully snoring, brown slightly wavy hair brushing over his forehead and knuckles gripping a shirt knife.

[RedKite]

(LOL.)

Tabatha scowls and climbs a tree, not caring about either of them. she still watches them anyway. She could kill charleigh...it would be so easy, but zayden would never forgive her, or would he?