konnerbohr:
@summer-hazer
It was muscle memory from his military training. It was self defence. He did not mean to. The other tribute had come at him. It was instinctual. There were a few excuses that Konner could try to provide for this situation. He did not even have to lie, for the most part. None of them, however, would change the fact that he had hurt someone very badly.
The metal tray he had hit Shiloh on the head with was still there on the counter, dented in a rather telling shape. His own blood was still trickling down his nose–had Shiloh broken it?–and onto the otherwise spotless floor. The strangulation marks on Shiloh’s neck perfectly matched his fingers. Was the District 9 tribute dead or merely passed out? Oh god oh god. What had he done? Had someone seen him? Had someone seen Shiloh? Oh god. He did not want the others to think of him as a killer. Why? Because that was not who he was! Plain and simple. Konner located the door to the freezer and, thinking on his feet, began dragging Shiloh by the wrists.
It felt like the temperature inside the freezer was dropping lower every minute. That could not be true, though, right? No matter, he was not going to stay long. He just needed to get Shiloh out of sight. But the adrenaline had left him now, leaving only fear and desperation, and try as he might, he was not strong enough to shove Shiloh into the corner rack.
At some point, the blood from his nose had frozen over. His teeth were chattering and the air grated at his pharynx. Fuck, it was cold. Maybe if he just sat down and thought for a little bit, took a short break, he could figure this out. But then the door opened again behind him, and Konner was forced to fight the weakness in his limbs and the drowsiness clouding his mind to turn around.
She was sore all over, but at least her feet were safely back on the ground. Sometimes, she still felt as though she was beginning to float again, feet leaving the ground as she was headed for a window far up on the ceiling, impossible to reach had it not been for gravity taking a break for a little while. Her hand hadn’t stopped aching since she’d fallen on it not even an hour ago. She still had hopes that it would get better, but she worried if the injury was more longterm than short term.
The entire ordeal had gotten her closer to the kitchens, and the closer she got, the more her stomach began to grumble.
In the spacious kitchen, Summer began her search for food. She wasn’t well versed in technology, so she stayed away from the michrowaves out of principle, but she couldn’t find much else to eat other than some strange looking packets, and some stray dishes and cups in the drawers.
Whatever cabinet she looked into, she came up empty handed. Summer frowned as she turned around herself, slowly. Once, twice. Where else could she look for food? Then, something caught her eye. A door, open just the slightest bit, while an odd noise was only faintly audible through it. A little bit like something was being... dragged.
Hesitantly, Summer approached, reaching out to tug the door open once she’d reached it. She froze, similarly to Konner but not quite, when she took in the scene in front of her. “What- Uh,” she stammered. She took a step back. Talk about wrong place, wrong time. “I didn’t see anything,” she uselessly supplied. As though that would stop him from killing her too. She didn’t know the boy from Thirteen, but maybe he was more merciful than she was giving him credit for. At least she hoped he was.
