Where: The 75th Hunger Games Arena
When: July 15th, 75 ATT
Who: Rosmarinus Morrissey and Fletcher Cresta โ @bloodmoonriising
While heading to the fish traps both Fletcher and Rosmarinus had set up earlier in the day, a twig broke under the weight of his footfall, but he dismissed the crisp snapping sound and kept his gaze glued to what was in front of him. Alert and apprehensive, he had to remain exceedingly conscious of his body and his surroundings. Every brush of a leaf against his skin, every sharp breath he took, and even every scentโbe it the pungent brines of the waves or the rusty iron of bloodโhad to be immediately recognized for what it was; otherwise, it would become a fatal distraction. Ultimately, each sense he detected and anything associated with it must be distinguished between being lifesaving or life-threatening.
Although the hyper-vigilance kept him secure for the time being, it was overwhelming and took quite a bit of his energy to remain so aware of himself and his environment, causing him to more easily fall into paranoia and despair. Dehydration made matters worse, but with the welcome addition of Rosmarinusโ spile, hunger was the next limitation to overcome.
Fletcher thought about the high probability of him dying in the arena and, more woefully, all the loose ends he would leave behind if he did. Letting his concentration stray for a moment, he looked over to Rosmarinus and squinted his eyes in disdain, but not at her as a person, but at a choice she made. She chose to be in this harrowing predicament. Was one of those followers blind with devotion who volunteered seeking glory. Xander was just as foolish. But he reminded himself that both Xander and Rosmarinus were only kids. Impressionable. A victim to a ruling power that wouldnโt care if they lived or died. At least she carried determination and conviction on her back, making her more likely to be victorious. If Rosmarinus were the one to survive the Games in the end, maybe she could deliver Annie one final message for him. He did not want to think so negatively, but he had to be prepared for the worst.
โYour mother,โ Fletcher began saying, but paused after hearing some rustling in the distance. โYour mother, whatโs she like?โ















