Parvati gazed up at the rippling square on the force field and tilted her head to the side. "I might be able to hit it with a spear," she said.
Nico heard the voices of the Careers close by. He located them at the Cornucopia and hid behind a bush, listening to their conversation.
"Try it..." Karhlia could tell she was getting sick. Symptoms: Sore throat, soreness, coughing. Her breathing was ragged and she could barely move her injured leg. Karhlia could tell the poison had gone, but not before it got into her bloodstream. Not all of it got in though, which gave her a slight advantage.
Foxia looked up at the artificial stars. She saw a crack in the sky, but it was probably some fake thing the Gamemakers put there to trick tributes into dying. Besides, even if it was real, everyone had an electronic tracker in their arm and the Gamemakers would know if the tributes left the arena.
Suddenly, Karhlia remembered something, "If we are going to break out, when we do it, we have to take trackers out of our bodies. It's the only way to break out with out them track-" Karhlia was having coughing fits by the minute. At one point she thought she was actually choking.
Linkoln had noticed the crack in the artificial sky as well, but he felt that Foxia didn't need his obvious statement to point it out. She was smart enough to see it on her own, but the stars, fake as they were, reminded him of a memory that he had once believed to have been forgotten. . .
"Big bwother!"
That sharp and loud voice awoke Linkoln from his sleep, and he was surprised to find himself in his treehouse. How long had he been sleeping? The boy stood up and stretched his arms, arching his back and hearing the satisfying pop as he did so.
"I knew I'd find you up here!"
There it was again, and Linkoln gasped in surprise as he turned around to see it was only her. Evelyn, his younger sister, was standing there with her arms behind her back, smiling with amusement glinting in her bright blue eyes.
Linkoln waved away at her nonchalantly, but she had leapt up on his back before it even registered in his head.
"Gah!"
The boy yelled in surprise, nearly falling over, but catching his balance as he turned to give Evelyn a look of unamusement. His sister only giggled and used her telescope to look out the window of the treehouse.
"Granny's been waiting on you, know why?"
". . . No."
"You're still half-asleep, aren't you?"
"*yawn*."
"Did you forget?"
Linkoln gave her a blank stare with his pale violet eyes. Evelyn sprang off his back, leaving him staggering with the sudden weight off his back.
"It's your brithday, big brother! And I'm only going to let you borrow this for one day, so you have to give it back!" Evelyn reached into her pocket and pulled out a round, tiny, silver watch pendant that actually kept the time. She put it on Linkoln as he admired it. Where had she been able to find this? Did she buy it?
"Thanks, Eve."
Linkoln placed his hand onto the pendant that was still around his neck, and he barely noticed the tear that fell off his face and onto Foxia's hand. He turned away, mourning his sister. He felt so weak, so vulnerable. . .
"Linkoln, is something wrong?" asked Foxia, looking up at her ally when his tear landed on her hand. Only someone extremely stupid wouldn't be able to tell that something was wrong with Linkoln. She pressed her right shoulder, her good one, against Linkoln, his warmth comforting to her.
Linkoln had his head turned away from Foxia so she couldn't see his tears, but he whirled around and just hugged her tightly. The boy didn't sob, but his tears just silently flowed down his face. How long ago had it been since Evelyn had been brutally murdered by the Peacekeepers? The reaping day? It felt like so long ago, yet he remembered it all te same: her screams for him to not go, the resistance she put up and how it felt when she'd hugged him, sobbing.
But what he remembered most was Evelyn's little body jerking violently as he held her, and how limp she felt. The smoke from the Peacekeeper's gun stood out as well, and it was all a bit too much for Linkoln to hold in.
He continued to hold Foxia and let his tears stain her shirt, and he felt bad about it.
Foxia felt scared. Scared of the Hunger Games. Scared of death. All she had now was Linkoln. Her father was gone, watching her soon being led to her death. Linkoln was the only person that could be right beside her, right now. Foxia felt tears coming from her eyes, too. She didn't care that Linkoln was getting her shirt wet with his tears. Right now, she just wanted to be with him. So much had happened recently.. So much was in Foxia's head. Foxia knew the cameras were probably on them right now, but she didn't care. Foxia pulled away just and little bit, and then planted a kiss on Linkoln's lips.
OOC: That was the equivalent of slapping Linkoln across the face in terms of surprise. xD
IC:
Linkoln felt time stop around him as Foxia's lips pressed against his. His face turned feverish and deep red, but his pale violet eyes became lighter with surprise, making them appear more gray than the lavendar that they normally were.
Though he couldn't say anything, his arms involuntarily enveloped Foxia in a hug, and he felt a bit childish as Linkoln felt a small smile spread across his expression during the kiss.
Foxia pulled away from Linkoln, smiling too, and she couldn't suppress a little giggle. She picked up her black backpack and looked in there, taking out her sleeve of crackers. She handed one to Linkoln, a long with a couple blueberries, and gave the same to her. She took the knife from her backpack and cut an apple in half, giving half of it to Linkoln and the other half to her. "We should eat a little."
Linkoln felt a bit disappointed as Foxia had pulled away, and his eyes portrayed his bewilderment. It was as if he couldn't focus on anything except the warmth that glowed in his chest. The boy blindly picked up the half of the apple and he just stared at it, his face still blushing and euphoric.
Foxia popped a blueberry in her mouth, taking a small bite of cracker after it. She slowly ate the food. She remembered her mother telling her that if you ate your food slowly, it would fill you up more. And so, from then on, Foxia ate very slowly.
Linkoln picked up a blueberry and rolled it around in his fingers lazily, and he glanced from Foxia to the berry in his hands, an idea forming in his mind. Linkoln gently tossed the berry at Foxia, smiling guiltily.
He couldn't help it, the kiss had given him confidence as well attention nobody else could provide to him, so Linkoln had figured if he was silly and playful, it might happen again. Though maybe not in the form of a kiss, it would still be worth it.
Foxia smirked playfully as she gently grabbed the blueberry between her index finger and her thumb. She took a small bite out of her apple half and sat down her little snack, then tossed the blueberry back at Linkoln. Being with Linkoln gave Foxia a little break from the cruel reality she lived in.
Inwardly, he was impressed that Foxia had caught his edible projectile so fluidly, but Linkoln didn't dwell on it too long. Foxia was always going to surprise him in one way or another, he assumed.
The boy opened his mouth and caught the blueberry in it, savoring the sweetness before looking back at his District counterpart.
"May I?"
He asked, reaching for her beautiful, auburn colored hair.
Foxia smiled, nodding at Linkoln as she put her hand on his. She couldn't possibly think of having to kill Linkoln to win these Games. She didn't want him to die at all. She just prayed the Gamemakers would let them both survive.
ooc; You guys need to try listening to this song when you read from this thread or write your post.
ic; Ravel sat back down on the hard metal of the Cornucopia. "I don't know whether you guys know it yet, but none of us deserve to die. I've been training for these games my whole life, but now I feel like they've been a waste of time." Ravel admitted. She turned to Karhlia, "If that's what it takes, I'd be glad to do it." Ravel said.
"Some one, through a spear at the crack-" This time Karhlia was choking. She swiftly reached for the bottle and gulped it down. She stopped coughing and the choking diminished. "Ravel, I won't make it out. I'll die before that happens. But if you do make it out, I'm glad I knew you." Karhlia said grinning with a tear running down her cheek.
Linkoln smiled as he prepared Foxia's hair to be braided. It was surprisingly smooth and soft, and the boy was fascinated by it. Naturally, every boy was amazed with girls in some way - be it their hair, makeup, even some of the accessories they wear, such as clips and barrettes. Linkoln, in particular, was astounded by Foxia's hair. How could it be so soft and so pretty compared to most?
Now the boy with the chestnut colored hair was braiding rather well, making it neat, but not too loose or too tight. Linkoln didn't have a hairband, so he used gentle ivy to tie it off. Then he began to place wildflowers of every color into her braid, smiling to himself as he did so. His stylist had told once told Linkoln that he would have been a wonderful stylist if he had been born in the Capitol.
"Don't be an idiot, you're not going to die." Ravel said, choking on her words and the tears that were threatening to come down. "You're not going to." She promised. Ravel took Karhlia's hand in her own and held it like a friend comforting another.