angel in the garden of evil

beatrix garlock. seventeen.district eleven. "Not all monsters do monstrous things.

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District Eleven

Ryker Decarlo: 0.

Beatrix Garlock: 9.

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After a long week of training and getting to know his tributes on a personal level, Wyatt has his eyes set on either:

Rowan Emerson

Beatrix Garlock

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Eat Your Words | Cafeteria | Beatrix & Gianna

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gianna-sutton:

She had a good, firm handshake, something that everyone should have. Beatrix. I was close! I laughed at her joke. “Yep, at least that’s what my family keeps telling me. I mean, all the greatest minds have to be a little bit insane, but I prefer to call it thinking outside the box.” I grin at her. “How’ve you found training?” I ask as I take a bite. 

She actually laughed at my joke! I almost wanted to squeal but I held it in. I didn’t want to make myself look like a fool. It was just nice to have someone that didn’t look at me like I was weird. “Exactly!” I replied as I stuffed some bread into my mouth. Once finished, I added. “Someone that understands. I call it being so genius. Kidding, but great minds do think alike.” I grin slightly. “Training? Uhm -- very sore-full? Is that even a word? it made me feel like I was finally doing something productive with my life other than eating.” I giggle. “It was fun and motivating to work out with those weapons and learn new techniques. I didn’t know some insects were edible until I saw that station! Don’t get me started on that mirror maze sort of thing. What about you?”

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dinalao:

“Nice…” I tried to return her greeting, but her mouth went off like a rocket instead. Again, a Tribute complimented my hair, and I didn’t know what to say to her in return. I had dyed my hair at age fifteen, on impulse. I really didn’t have an explanation for it. One day I just doused my head in chemicals.

I brought a hand up to my hair, pushing a stray lock to hang behind my ear. “It looks like… ice, actually.” I smiled, for her hair comparison kind of fit. “Everything is very orderly. White. Shiny. Lots of marble. Linoleum. What about Eleven?” I prod, knowing fully well how poor the District was. Still, it’s agriculture, not something like smelly Ten.

Biting my lip, I knew I could talk someone head off. Years of keeping to myself did have an affect on me. Now, it was like I had no control over my mouth. No filter. While Isobel found it charming I saw it as a bloody curse. Luckily, I hadn’t pissed anyone off -- yet. 

It was almost as if I fuel from peoples happiness. No matter how big or why it happen, because when I saw the smile on her face mine grew. My lame comparison made her smile! “It’s really pretty. I wish I had the guts to change my look, but I’m a chicken.” I wrinkle my nose cutely as I played with the water in front of me. Causing small waves to move towards my chest. Listen closely to her description that did not fit the one I had in my head. “Definitely not orderly or white or shiny. It’s very yellow-ish, especially when the sun is setting. That was one of my favorite pass times. One time I tried climbing to the top of my house to see the sunset and illuminate the fields. Let’s say I ended up on my butt.” I chuckled. I also got the beating of my life but I left that out. “Fields of all sorts of crops that stretch for miles. Not as many trees as in Seven but they still have fruit. One time, I decided to be a badass and steal a piece of fruit. It was so worth it. We most definitely do not have chocolate cake,” I pointed to the pieces of cake off to the side. My smile never faltering. “Ergo the reason why I’m obsessed with it. Would you like some?”

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kemenakirsont:

Mena smiled at the other girl’s apparent glee. “Definitely, our secret place,” she responded smiling, though it became a little sad at the thought that of there unfortunately doomed friendship. Quickly Mena, gave herself a mental shake. She would enjoy what time she had with her friend and not borrow trouble. 

She looked around at all of the treats that Beatrix had brought up for them to share. “Wow! B, you seriously thought of everything.” As if on cue, Mena’s stomach began to growl. She giggled at her body’s response to the food in front of her. “I’ve been so nervous today, my stomach has been in knots, that I haven’t eaten more than half a piece of toast this morning… This looks great,” she said smiling, “I don’t think I’ve ever had most of these… I used to make stuff like this all the time for work, but I’ve never actually eaten any of it myself.”

Mena smiled to herself, as she and Beatrix began to dig through the food. A few minutes passed, with no sound save for that of them eating, before she was able to bring herself to ask the question that had been bothering her. “Hey Beatrix… Are you okay? You don’t have to tell me, I just… I noticed that you seemed upset and I wanted you to know that you can talk to me if you wanted to.”

Beatrix entire life had been set with doom in the horizon. Since the moment she had been born: her father not knowing who she was, her mother marrying her step-father, her mother dying, being in the care of her step-father. It was as if she had been cursed for everything in her life to go wrong. For once, something had gone right. She had made a friend and she wasn’t going to spend their next days thinking about the inevitable. She wanted them both to live as if there was no tomorrow. 

The girl playfully flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically. She had made sure that their small picnic had everything. For all she knew scores could be announced and they would be in the arena tomorrow. With nothing to eat and targets on their backs. Maybe -- they could have each other backs. 

                                                         You do what feels right. 

She remembered Isobel words. A small frown of worry crossed her features when Mena admitted how nervous she had been. “Honestly, I’ve been nervous as well, but I deal with every emotion with food.” She admitted with a giggle as she sat down. “You could make these? That’s amazing! I wish I could bake. I was a vegetarian back home because my co-family couldn’t really offered extravagant food.” She said with a shrug. At least she was a vegetarian until her step-father started forcing her to eat meat. 

Grabbing a little of everything, Beatrix began to stuff her mouth with all the food. Her eyes set on the horizon as the sun began to slowly set. Such a beautiful, breathtaking sight. How could a place so deadly look so -- beautiful. Her eyes were so set on the view she almost didn’t hear her friends word over her thoughts and crunching sounds from eating chips. Her head turned towards her and she opened her mouth. Surprisingly, nothing came out. If they would ally Beatrix had to trust her. Taking a deep breath she shrugged. “Remember when I told you I was slightly happy about being here?” she began. “Well -- I was happy because I got to escape my step-father. I got to be free. Today in private training I realize that I wasn’t free. That even if I do win these games I will forever be bound to him.”

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Eat Your Words | Cafeteria | Beatrix & Gianna

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gianna-sutton:

Waiting was hungry work, so I took a trip to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Not many people though, not like the last few days of training. Nervous people don’t eat much, I suppose. I grab some pastries and sit down across from someone I haven’t met. The girl from 11 I think… Beatrice or something? 

“Hi, I’m Gianna. District 5.” I extend my hand across the table as I introduce myself. 

A day ago I could have sworn I had the patience of a saint. Now, I could barely sit still. My lip was worn out from me nibbling on it for Gods know how long. My hands were so sweaty and I kept scratching my nose. I guess being in the lower districts really did suck. We were poor, we had sucky buildings, and to make it even worse -- we had to wait this long for private training. 

But, me being Beatrix, I manage to keep a sweet smile on my face for everyone. I had to be positive. No need to be negative. Especially when I could feel everyone being tense around me. Taking a deep breath I notice they were barely at district three. This could take a while so I did what I did best -- I went to eat. 

Grabbing some food and of course, chocolate cake I looked around for where to seat. There was a redheaded near me so -- why not? I could be dead in a few days. With my kind smile I went to sit in front of her. She was already introducing herself before I could even open my mouth. My smile widen and I took her hand. Shaking it firmly, just like my step-father had taught me to do. 

“Beatrix. District Eleven.” I responded. “It’s a pleasure. Like really, I thought you would think I was a weirdo for just coming to sit here, but let’s be real -- the bonkers are the best people.” I joke as I popped the lid off my bottle. 

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stormy seas > hot tub > dina + beatrix

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dinalao:

I’m not elated with the fact that the girl across from me has cake crumbles lining her mouth like a glove. Otherwise, she seems nice enough. I have interacted with all of two people besides my District Partner so far, and both have been… well, curt and male. This girl seems kind, like some of the younger academy trainees that haven’t been hardened by the reality of volunteering yet.

She eyes me, looking confused for a moment and then glowing with a smile. I watch as she talks, keeping my head hardly floating above the surface of the water, like some type of crocodile. I feel my hair float around me, and when she finished, I bob up so my mouth is out of the water. I don’t know what to say, so I just speak the obvious to fill the silence that follows her introduction.

“Dina. One.” I say, bringing my hand up to curl my fingers in a wave. I find myself wondering why she brought cake down to the water’s edge, but I don’t really question it much. It’s not the oddest thing I’ve seen all week, really, so I’m not really one to judge this girl from agriculture. She seems nice – and clean – enough.

I literally had to suppress the giggle that was fighting to come out from my lips. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought she was -- scared? But I was being real, I was as scary as a cute little bunny who had just stuffed its face into chocolate. Though I liked to think otherwise. 

Tilting my head, I waddle deeper into the water. Trying not to focus too much on the fact that I could slip and begin to inhale water. I had already experience enough near drowning death experiences with my step-father. I wasn’t making a big impression already, and I doubted drowning in a hot tub would give me any more points. 

So, I focused on the girl before me. She was quiet, and even though I had a huge mouth I knew from experience that even the quiet ones had something to say. They just had their reasons for staying so quiet. When she introduce herself I waved back. 

“Nice meeting you, Dina!” I replied. “I really like your hair. It’s so -- white. Like floating ice on a pond and -- that was the lamest comparison.” I wanted to face palm so hard. Seriously, floating ice? I tried once more. “You’re from District One. That is cool. I’ve always imagine how it must look. It’s the luxury district, correct? Does it look like the Capitol?” I babble on, just because I talked a lot I didn’t always know what I was saying. I also knew she could be a career but that wasn't important. 

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kemenakirsont:

As Beatrix grabbed her hand and began leading her to their destination, Mena let her mind wander a bit. She could see her friend doing the same thing she had been, trying to hide her panic. She had a feeling that the only thing that was going to help either of them was to talk. The question was how do they do that? Mena had been hiding all of her emotions for so long, and she had a feeling Beatrix had been doing the same. How do you open up, when every particle in your body is trying to hold you closed? 

When Beatrix spoke it surprised Mena. She had been lost in her thoughts that she had almost forgotten what she was doing. Best view… Cover my eyes… Where is she taking me? She covered her eyes as she was told, and moments later she was glad that she did. As the doors opened up revealing a bright and breathtaking view of the Capitol. “Holy shit. I…This is… I don’t have words to describe what I’m seeing,” Mena took a deep breathe of the crisp, fresh air. She turned to her friend and pulled her into a hug, “Thank you so much for bringing me here.”

Beatrix couldn’t help but giggle and bounce on her feet as her friend obeyed her. The elevator could truly not move any faster than it already was. “You’re going to love it!” She promise. Both of them had come from the poorest of districts. Huge, bright buildings were not something either of them were accustom. Some of them would say they were the lucky ones. Having the chance to admire such beauty. 

As the doors slid open she put a hand on her back and gently guided her out. “Look!” She motion towards the entire capitol before their eyes. The sun already beginning to set and the moon rising. One giving life to the other. Her smile widen and she continue to move from foot to foot in excitement. The fact that Kemena found this as beautiful as Beatrix did made her even happier. This happiness practically radiated off from the brunette. Squealing at surprise at the hug. Her first hug in a long time. Immediately she wrapped her arms around her body and moved them side to side. “It can be our secret place until we go into the arena.” She gleefully said as she pulled away. “And if one of us makes it out, we can be all cheesy and promise that we would come back here every year.”

Completely pulling away she moved towards the basket that was opened. Soda cans set to the side. She even went as far as bringing a set of blankets. It was either go big or go home. “That’s not the best part, look at all these.” She spreads her arms as she stands behind all the junk food she had discovered in the capitol. 

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stormy seas > hot tub > dina + beatrix

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dinalao:

I’ve never been in a hot tub before.

We have them in One. They’re in most homes, at pools, at the academy even. I just have avoided them because they’re hardly ever empty. With sweating bodies and frothy water, I have kept my fair distance away from the steamy pools. That is until now.

Try as I might, I have not gotten over my aversion to all things impure just yet. Actually, hardly at all. It’s just become easier to push into the back of my mind lately, with so many things to do and places to be. I’ve been on autopilot, trying to live up to these standards I’ve set for myself. I am only human.

So I change out of my training uniform and into a provided bathing suit. It’s slam, slim, and has my number imprinted into the back. I slip into the hot tub before I can stop myself, the stinging water lapping at my arms. I sink lower into the water, burying my head once I’m used to the temperature.

I’m not underneath the water for more than a minute before I rise and wipe my hair out of my face. Through the curtain of my own locks, I see a girl entering the other end of the water. I stay still, watching her. I wasn’t expecting company, but I’m curious. I haven’t seen her before.

It seem that now that I was away from my step-father I had one method of dealing with any type of emotion: eating. Honestly, could anyone blame me? The food was delicious. Like sent from the Gods above. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating but I could not stop eating. I wasn’t joking when I told Wyatt that I had become obsessed with the chocolate cake. I had it every morning and every afternoon. 

                                                              I had a serious problem. 

The very first problem that I didn’t mind having. Though being in a gym with a plate of chocolate cake was not giving off a very good impression. I’m pretty sure everyone around here thought I was useless since I almost fell on my face during reaping. Me sitting there stuffing my face like fatas -- fatbutt. Licking some chocolate from my fingertip I looked up at everyone with wide, blue eyes. 

Okay, Beatrix, get your butt off the floor and do something productive. You got this, girl! Show them what you’re made of. 

All of this was easier said than done because I got off the floor and instead of getting into a treadmill I went to the -- hot tub. With my chocolate cake. I was obviously doing life right as I changed into a provided bathing suit and headed to the hot but. With my chocolate cake. 

I didn’t realize someone else was already in there until it was too late. I was not about to walk out of here dry and with a chocolate cake, so I put the chocolate cake down and got in. Taking a deep breath as I slipped in, not because of the hot temperature but because of the memories water brought. I almost hiss. “Oh, this is hot,” I mused under my breath. My eyes looking up and locking with the other girls. I didn’t even know who she was. I stood there for a single awkward moment before I open my mouth and began to ramble. “Hey, hope you don’t mind me joining! I needed to relax and stuffing my face with cake wasn’t helping.” I pointed to the lonely cake behind me on the floor. “I’m Beatrix, by the way. District Eleven.” I twisted my body slightly to point to my back with a kind smile. 

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kemenakirsont:

She had forgotten that had a friend here, she wasn’t used to having some else to talk to, and looking at Beatrix made Mena think that she was not alone in her panic. She hoping that they could help each other make it through what she was starting the think of as post traumatic private training. 

“I would love to see your favorite place here, I think I just need to be anywhere but in those suites…” Mena paused, trying to squelch the panic that was trying to rise in her again. She needed a distraction, or help dealing with the anxiety that was currently trying to rip her in half. For the first time in a few days, she almost found herself wishing that she could go numb again… Ignoring that feeling for the moment Mena pushed forward, sudden realizing Beatrix had said something else. “You don’t need to bribe me with snacks…but I’ll not turn them down,” She said with a small laugh, “Lead the way, B.”

In one side, Beatrix wanted to bottle everything in like she was use to. Bow her head and smile brightly when someone looked at her. Pretend everything was alright when it was not. On the other hand, she was fed up of doing that. Today she realize just how big of a prisoner she was to her step-father. Miles away from him and yet, she continue giving in to his doings. 

At her statement, the girl tilted her head. She was a master at trying to hide the panic that would reside in her that she could see her friend attempting to do the same. She wanted to reach out and comfort her, but maybe she too needed a distraction rather than a reminder. So, she smiled gently grabbed her friends hand and began speed walking towards the elevator.

 “I found it yesterday when I couldn’t sleep. It’s the best view of the entire capitol, I assure you.” She said as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the roof. “Cover your eyes, Red.” She said with a innocent smile. 

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Focus on the lines… Read the words in front of you… Get out of your head. Mena had been sitting in the front room of the district 12 suite, staring at the same page of her book for the past hour. She couldn’t concentrate. Reading had always calmed her, the words imprinted on the pages, the act of learning from the knowledge the author imparts. Never before had it failed, yet here she was. She felt like she was drowning in her own head, with no one and nothing to help save her. 

A sudden knock on the door surprised Mena, making her jump. She looked around the room and saw that she was the only one there. Who the hell could that be? She lifted herself out her chair and slowly moved towards the door. She took a deep breath to steady herself and pulled the door open.

It took a moment for her to process who she was seeing. As soon as Mena realized she was looking at Beatrix, a smile broke out onto her face. She was glad to see her friend. “Hey Beatrix, you seriously could not have better timing. What’s up?”

For a single split moment Beatrix had a fear that maybe Mena didn’t want to see her on this day. They hadn’t spoken or looked at each other since their lunch date, but in this huge building she was the only friend she had made. She had nowhere to go but this door. At least she had a place to go to now. 

When she saw the smile that bloomed on her friends face, her own grew like wildfire. Tilting her head at her statement. Maybe she wasn’t the only one dealing with the aftermath of private training. This thought made her feel a little less -- alone. 

“I was wonder if you wanted to see my favorite place in this entire building.” She voice with quirked eyebrow. “I even have treats in said place,” she added as if that would make a difference. 

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Beatrix didn’t know how long she had been standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom washing her hands. Her bottom lip capture tightly beneath her lips as she tried to keep her chokes in. I can’t escape this. There was a battle within her once more. You can do this. One thing was certain, no matter how far she tried to run, she would never be able to escape her past.

The knock on her door made her jump slightly, causing her to snap out of her deep thoughts. Turning off the water, she grabbed the nearest towel and began drying her hands. “I’ll be right out.” She called out in her strongest voice. At least she was good enough at hiding her emotions. Casting the towel aside, she took a deep breath, repeated her secret mantra to herself, and stepped out of the bathroom she had been in for hours. Once she stepped into the living room she knew she couldn’t face the inquisition of Isobel and Mireya together. Or the looks of her district partner. She needed to get away. Somewhere where she could escape her own thoughts. An imaginary light bulb clicked above her head and she rushed to get everything ready. 

Hours later the girl from eleven was standing in front of the door of the district twelve suite. This could get awkward so fast if Mena wasn’t the one answering, but nevertheless she knocked on the door with a smile on her face. 

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Status Update ; Training Day Three

Fate ; Self Para – Once more I trained alone and actually decided to try out more weapons. The ax and spear to be more specific. At least I won’t be completely and utterly useless if I come across one of them in the arena. I also went and tried my hand at first aid, though I already have knowledge in that area considering I took care of my wound back home. 

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With the arena approaching, Beatrix was beginning to realize that she really had to focus. She didn’t care if she died, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to live. Her coven had their beliefs of the afterlife. One thing was certain about it: it was a gamble. A shot in the dark. A person could either go into a deep sleep without dreams for all eternity or move on to another life. Either two sounded good to Beatrix. If she lived, she got rid of her coven for good. She would be free, as free as a victor could be. Right now, anything sounded good.

With determination that was in her, the girl from eleven descended down to the training station. Heading towards the weapons since she had a new sense of energy in her. She knew her fortes and wanted to try out new weapons. To see if she could expand out of her normal small weapon she could wield with ease.

Heading to the axes, Fleur accepted the offer from the trainer. Similar weapons were used in eleven in the fields but she soon realize that these were a lot heavier. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking, but she was thanking her step-father for all the hard work he would load her with. If he hadn’t done so, this task would have been a lot harder. Her muscles would have ache more than they did each time she picked up the ax and swung. Just like with any weapon or anything that wanted to cause damage she knew it needed force. Something her body surprisingly had. Once more, thanks to her step-father. Maybe this was her fate. Maybe all that torture had prepared her for this task. Learning how to position her body so the appropriate amount of force went into her blow. In short amount of time, Beatrix had manage to decapitate the dummy before her with ease.

Seeing that she had spent almost an hour training with the ax, she moved into a weapon that was more in her area of expertise. Not because she had used it before but because she knew the technique behind it. The spear. It was bigger and heavier than the normal knife and dagger she would use back home. But she already knew the concept behind throwing objects that she didn’t need a deep lesson on that from the trainer. The same idea from the axes she applied here: force.

Deciding that she had enough weaponry for the day, or for her life, she moved onto survival skills. Knowing that if it came down to it she would chose not to fight. Of course, she knew that most likely she wouldn’t have a choice inside the arena.

Moving on to first-aid, she also knew her basis. But only what her coven, or more specifically her grandmother, had taught her to cure her own wounds. Though it didn’t hurt to learn about the medicine the capitol had. Sitting down, she kept to herself for the next hour. Only using the book in front of her to teach her how to stitch a wound and about the medical supplies that were laid out before her. Anything beyond the alcohol and needle, she didn’t know half of the stuff. She had learn to deal with pain enough to not need the pain killers. She had learnt back home how to stop the bleeding of her own wounds.

                                            Maybe fate was working against her.

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Status Update ; Training Day Two

Wrong Move ; Self Para – Woke up early but spent a good amount of time speaking to Isobel. I just ended up being late for training and therefore being alone for the majority of the morning. Learn a few things about plants. Different things than the knowledge I had from being in the coven. Ritual magic will not be helpful. But, I realize I had a hand for rope. I guess all those knots paid off back home. 

Kindred Spirits on a Lunch Date ; Kemena – Met up with Kemena once more for lunch. It just solidified our friendship! It’s nice having a friend in this place. We still haven’t talked about the ally possibility. 

Freeze ; Polarity – Never again in my life am I going into one of those tunnels. I had to face the memories of my past once more. Thankfully I found someone along the way, and her presence was enough to help me not lose it inside the tunnel. I just hoped I didn’t annoy her with my rambling that I had going on.

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                                                       "I don’t know what to do, Isobel”

                                                             “Do what you feel is right.”

After the useless conversation with her mentor, Beatrix headed down to the stations. Already late due to her conversation with Isobel. Her attempt to find some answers to her bundle of questions. She had always been alone in her life. No matter how big her coven was. 

The thing was, she didn’t know what was right anymore. The wrong had been engraved into her since she was little. The wrong actions were taught to her. Was it right to trust someone? Should she make friends or make enemies like her step-father taught her. He had always said that every friend is an enemy. She knew darkness laid in everyone, but couldn’t she cling to the light a little longer?

Once she entered the training center she realize she was truly late. Everyone was already deep in a station she didn’t feel like intruding. Therefore, she headed towards the first open station: plants and poisons. 

Herbs were not a foreign concept to the girl who came from a coven. They believed that some herbs could be used in rituals, but that’s all the girl knew. How they were used in rituals but she doubted that would help her in the arena. The plants looked familiar, but their functions were not. Every plant she picked up was a new one she learned. With a book propped open, the girl from eleven sorted the plants by poisonous or safe. It was harder than she expected. Some looked the same. 

The longer she kept going the more she realize that one wrong move in the arena could cost her her                                                                                    life. 

After she felt like she could tell what the difference between poisonous and good plants were, Beatrix moved onto the next station. Traps. Beatrix felt more at ease in this station since she knew various knots. Not only from working in the fields now and then, but from the knowledge that came from within her coven. She knew how to tie down a person so they wouldn’t be able to get out. How to catch an animal for a sacrificial ritual like the ones her step-father would perform. The idea sicken her with every knot she practice. Flipping through the book to find a new snare to practice. After several failed attempts, she finally got it. Finding out she was simply making one knot wrong. 

                                       One wrong move, and everything could go wrong. 

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Freeze :: Touch Tunnel :: Beatrix and Polarity

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The idea that our hands were wearing down from sensitivity was a fair one. I wasn’t sure if it was accurate or not, but I had just assumed that whatever I thought was happening had to be what was happening. A second opinion was an effective perspective. I nodded my head in agreement before realizing that did nothing. “That’s a fair point.” I added aloud. 

Moving forwards again I carefully turned right, making sure that I didn’t lose Beatrix’s grip in the turn. It would be downright cruel to leave her on her own here. Granted, I had to kill her, or someone would, in a few days, but that was no reason to be unfair now. Making sure we were both safely around the corner without losing one another or bumping into anything, I began to pick up a little speed in the hopes of getting us out quicker. 

“Honestly, I have no idea.” I would have shrugged if I could have. “I certainly hope it’s not part of the arena. It would be awful trying to fight in the dark like this. Maybe it’s a red herring.” I was hopeful that it had some use I had yet to think of, but I wasn’t entirely convinced. “I can’t imagine watching us stumble in the dark would make for a very exciting games to watch.” 

Beatrix couldn’t help but grin slightly in the darkness. The words echoing in her head like a broken recorded: that’s a fair point. It was almost foolish how a simple compliment or agreement could make her smile. Maybe it was because of the fact that with her step-father she was always wrong. Never good enough. 

The brunette was beginning to make mental note of all the ‘thank yous’ she would shower the girl from three with once they got out of here. Thankful for the fact that she was going slow enough to not hurt her fearful body. Having the patience to put up with her talkative mouth that was trying to calm the tense nerves. Picking up the pace at the same time she did. Beatrix could begin to hear every single time their hands slapped against the floor. Their knees scrapping against the hard surface. Or was it just her imagination? She could no longer tell.

“Very good point. We would truly be sitting turtles. Unless someone had a method of seeing in the dark. Which would be so scary and so cool.” Beatrix replied. “Maybe one of our sense will be cut off but it won’t be our sight. Maybe there is tunnels in the arena.” she began listing off the possibilities, each one followed with a nod the other couldn’t see. There was a brief moment of silence between them and that was enough for the screams to return to her head --

Please, don’t do this! Let her out! She heard the cry for help and she immediately stopped. Her head snapping back, eyes wide with fear. “Did you hear that?” Her voice come out so soft.