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[amity--horrorgames]

When exactly Axel and Amity had fallen asleep, the younger couldn’t say.  They hadn’t intended to, obviously.  The last he remembered they were conversing by the tree in what was supposed to be just a small rest before they were to locate shelter later.

Passing out by the trunk in daylight?  Well, that wasn’t the plan.

The only reason Amity awoke when the sun fell was that their clothes were still wet enough to send him into a fit of shivers-- chills blanketing him in his sleep until his eyes were fluttering open, a dazed look of confusion etched across tired features.

“Axel?”  The lighter croaked, turning to his side to find the other boy, reaching out to nudge him from where they rested.

[born-and-dying-blog]

Roof Top Troubles.

“God,” Axel breathed as he ran his hand over his face, his breath making a small fog before blowing away. “I am so tired of being tired.” He admitted as he rubbed a hand over his face, while his eyes scanned over the ground below them.

[amity--horrorgames]

Saying Amity couldn’t sleep would be an understatement.  

Of course he couldn’t sleep-- he didn’t know who could at that point, and the roof of tributes in front of him only proved that point further.  "Can you imagine,” He began, with an almost amused smile on his face that could be blamed on his lack of decent sleep.  “If when the games started tomorrow, all of us just crawled off of our platforms and went to bed?”

“Gamemakers watching would be so confused, and our escorts would have to explain that they lost track of us the night before-- leaving us to stay up the entire time?”

[anakisuto-blog]

sleepy || ayase x [your name]

She quirked a single brow, for she was used to being up until the sun rose. “How come so many of you are awake tonight?” 

[lionyarrow-blog]

Suppressing a yawn, especially seeing how he had spent a few hours speaking with Milo, down in the training center, Ecthelion had made his way to his district’s floor, attempting to find slumber. The only thing coming to him however, was the toss and turns due to the jumble of his nerves, causing the lack of sleep to slowly instil itself in him. 

Stomping to his feet, he put on some shirt he had tossed on the floor prior to that night, smoothing the wrinkles from the lack of disposition it had gotten. Blinking of his eyes, he put on slippers, then headed to the top of the building where he believed he could find quietude, the wind blowing being his only companion. He had been at fault, seeing how many other tributes sat on the floor, scattered here and there. 

What had previously been a state of bliss, though intertwined with nervousness, had morphed into being annoyed with the amount of sounds, those louder than white noise, thus hard to be ignored. As he felt a pair of eyes landing on him, he turned his gaze towards them, his mouth’s corners pulled down in a scowl.

“What?” 

He had snapped. There was no longer anything between him and the arena, aside of that night, which he would’ve preferred spending asleep.

[amity--horrorgames]

“Axel?”  Amity called, hesitating for only a brief second before he was knocking against the door of the other’s room-- shifting his weight from one foot to the other anxiously.  

He had gone longer than usual without seeing the boy, and it was beginning to worry him to say the least.  Was Axel sick?  Upset with him?  Finally having enough of their situation-- instead hiding out from it all in his room?  

Amity didn’t really know, but the idea of Axel actually being sick made him feel as though he should be doing something to help the other-- just as the idea of Axel being displeased with him made Amity sick himself.  “Are you in there?”  He repeated louder for the other, dropping his hands back to his sides uncertainly.  

“I was kind of hoping to see you more before the games than this....”

[born-and-dying-blog]

Ready Or Not

Axel rubbed his forehead. “Goddamn it,” He started looking down at the other. “I didn’t mean that. I mean we are going to die whether we are ready or not so there’s no use in just sitting around and balling your eyes out about.”

[born-and-dying-blog]

Part Of Your Body

Since Davlyn had given Axel the bladed full-arm gauntlet, he had been wearing it. He wore it every second that he was allow and hadn’t allowed anyone else to see him in it. While he hadn’t been doing any training pre-say, he had been running with it on and doing regular work outs. Which had resulted in cut himself a few times on the blade but nothing to bad. Now was finally the time he could bust into training. Which he was going to do head no. There was not going to be a waist second once he had the go to start. So, with the gauntlet strapped down, Axel finally walked into the main training area. There were so many simulators and dummies and other equipment that he didn’t know what to do with himself at first. He decided after a moment to head over to some free standing dummies and take a shot at them. He started with a few punches just to see how much give the dummies had. How hard they were. After that he lined up a few kicks and then a punch. As he did this an idea came to mind.  Axel wanted to experiment with his weapon thats just what he did. Punching the dummies face, Axel let his fist drag across the others face and then keep going. His blade cut into the plastic of the dummies face and sliced it deeply. He stood back and looked at his work before turning around and repleating the action. Only this time he swung the arm till he was almost completely turned around. Looking over his shoulder, Axel pushed the end of the blade back into the dummies temple and pulled down hard. There was a snapping of plastic as the dummies head fell over and rolled on the ground. Yeah, he could get used to this thing.