goldieloques:
nikeaurielus:
As soon as the countdown hit zero, Nike launched herself off of the platform toward the mouth of the Cornucopia.
The only plan she was able to assemble was to grab one of the bags and hope it was a weapon to use against the other Tributes. Five had been at the top of her list, but the first one she would cross paths with was going to be killed, unless it was one of the other Careers. She ran closer to the mouth of the Cornucopia, scooping up one of the bags. It wasn’t too heavy, which had concerned Nike for a moment, until she was about to make a move away from the Cornucopia itself.
Then she turned to face the boy from Nine, who had already reared back to throw a fist at Nike’s face.
The asshole must have followed her, maybe thought he would get a sweet deal out of grabbing whatever she snatched up. Nike stumbled, but kept a firm grip on the bag. She could taste blood in her mouth where her teeth dug into her lip. The sting of the punch was something she was used to, so she swung her leg up and kicked at the boy’s chest. He stumbled backwards, only for Nike to lunge for him and swing a fist at his face. But the boy saw it coming, bringing a knee up to dig into her stomach.
The wind had been knocked out of her and they rolled, the boy on top of her as another fist connected with her face. And another.
goldie leaped off the platform as it reached one, running full force for one of the shopping bags. but just as she was about to grab it, she caught a glimpse of the district nine (she thought) boy tailing nike. “nike, behind you!” she called, but it was too late. the boy was already on top of nike. goldie grabbed the nearest shopping bag and swung it at the man’s head, knocking him off balance and sending him tumbling to the floor. it wasn’t very heavy, which goldie didn’t appreciate. she didn’t have the strength to use a weapon like this, even if it had been heavy enough to be an effective weapon. it wasn’t long, though, before he stood back up and began to advance on goldie, who kept a tight grip on the shopping bag and began to look around for an actually useful weapon. shit. shit. shit. keep your cool, she reminded herself.
she was stopped in her tracks as she felt her back slam against the cornucopia. well, fuck. the male tribute kept advancing on her, looking menacing. he had the stregnth that she lacked, obviously, and he was pissed she’d knocked him off his other target — her eyes flitted over to nike, who still lay sprawled on the ground, face bloody. goldie made a mental note to go check on her once this tribute had been dealt with. he kept advancing, and she steeled herself. she wasn’t going to be a bloodbath kill, she thought to herself. she wasn’t!
“um, a little help here?” she called, trying to not let her voice waver.
// @calix-angel














