#briar8

[daveygudgeon]

When: 20 November, 1979; morning Where: Scribbled from his little alien hideout Who: Davey + @briarpritch

I assume because of lack of communication, you either want to kill me, or you’re creatively coming up with lots of ways to kill me. Either way, warranted. Do let me know how many days I’ve got left.

Best,

Davey

[diistrict-nine-and-three-quaters]

Still in darkness || Briar, Tristan and Holly

Tristan woke Briar up for the last watch, the two had taken it in turns. Letting their younger ally get her rest. After all, she had more to worry about with her district partner being missing. The two thought she might grumble about it in the morning, but they though it was for the best.

She smiled at Tristan groggily, leaning forward to him and giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you survived," she whispered as he lay down on the floor. He smiled back up at her before drifting off into a deep sleep. Briar shook her head, trying to clear the groggy remnants of sleep from her mind.

An hour or so later after hearing no disturbances she decided it was time to move their party along. Her throat was beginning to feel a little dry and she thought it was time to move on. "Tristan, Holly," she called out softly, shaking their shoulders with her hand gently. It was hard to find them without stepping on  part of them but somehow she managed. The three cleared up their makeshift camp and re-grouped. Exiting the alcove in the direction in the opposite way to the cornucopia. The three made their way out and began walking. Briar stifled a yawn as she led the way once more, Holly holding onto Tristan's hand.

[diistrict-nine-and-three-quaters]

Statisticts [Day one]

Health: Alive, unharmed

Location: South-East tunnel

Company: alone (other people in the tunnel, meeting with Holly)

Items: none

Immediate pan of action: wait for Tristan and Athamus to find me.

[diistrict-nine-and-three-quaters]

Obscurity

As my platform rises in my tube, Briar scrunches her eyes shut, fearful to see what is in front of me. Dipping her hand into her pocket she withdraws the small silver thimble token intended to keep her grounded and take a deep breath.

  60, 59, 58, 57...

  The seconds count down, ticking slowly while the whole of Panem waits with bated breath TV sets switched on throughout the districts. I wonder how my parents feel...

  56, 55, 54, 53...

  Blinking back into focus she scans the area, what little of it she can see, looking across the vast blackness, illuminated only by the cornucopia. She looked across at the Golden cornucopia as the lights shined out from within it, hoping to follow the rays of light bouncing off of it far enough to the tributes so that she could find her allies. The light barely stretches far enough to show what supplies are up for grabs.

  52, 51, 50, 49...

  Briar glances to her left, trying to make out who stood next to her when she heard a shriek and a loud bang. The explosion reverbetated around the small cave, the sound unbearably loud. She whimpered slightly, covering her ears as people become startled on their own podiums, trying to stay still in an attempt to not fall off of it.

48, 47, 46, 45...

  The time ticks by, every second lasting an age. Briar changes her stance, ready to break off in a sprint in the opposite direction of the cornucopia when the gong sounds. The dark tunnel behind me is the only hope she can latch onto at this moment.

  44, 43, 42, 41...

Her eyes wander, shifting across where the other tributes would stand and checking who stands at either side.

  40, 39, 38, 37...

  Briar wonders where Tristan and Athamus are again while precious seconds tick away. Her thoughts begin to linger sadly on the probability of them getting past the Cornucopia...

  36, 35, 34, 33...

  Her eyes welled up with tears as she thought of her family, almost mentally saying goodbye to each of them.

  32, 31, 30, 29...

  Her mentors final words ring through her mind “God speed Briar and good luck.” Paparia told her softly as she wrapped her in a small hug. Briar didn't think her mentor thought she'd survive long. Athamus on the other hand, both mentors thought he had a bit of a chance.

  28, 27, 26, 25...

  Briar thought she will surely have to sprint fast with these blood hungry monsters surrounding the cornucopia, but god knows what lay outside this cave... It could be worse. She shuddered at the though, an unatural chill creeping up her spine.

  24, 23, 22, 21...

  Dragging her eyes across the darkness, she gulps as her eyes flit back to the dark path she intend to sprint for. I hope that no one else has the same plan as me because it’s far too late to make a new one now. She thought worried.

  20, 19, 18, 17...

  She could feel droplets of sweat collecting at her forehead now, maybe the thermal black outfit wasn’t the best idea to go up to the arena in. Although this was just the cave, maybe outside was bound to be cooler. I thought caves were generally cold though. Maybe it's just the anxiety and stress? I'm glad I thank my stylist though. I probably won’t get the chance to do so again. Her thoughts raced through her mind.

  16, 15, 14, 13...

  She shifted on the platform uncomfortably, her gaze fixed on the darkness. She felt blind but she was sure everyone else did. The ringing wouldn't stop in her ears from where some unlucky tribute had fell off of her platform. What a way to go... At least it was quick.

  12, 11, 10, 9...

  Everyone seems to be in a trance, just waiting. It’s as if the worlds stood still. She could imagine all of their families acting in a similar fashion, breath held on the edges of their seats, whereas we balance precariously on the edge of our platform, cautious to not trigger the deadly explosives at our feet.

   8, 7, 6, 5...

  Her muscles start twitching and her body ached to dart off of her podium down the nearest tunnel behind me. I can do this. I tell myself. I can do this.

   4, 3, 2, 1...

  BOOM

The gong cries out, breaking the silence that had settled over the arena and everyone darts off of their pedestals at a full on sprint, the careers make their way to the Cornucopia, followed by those who are either too caught up in the adrenalin of the moment, or too stupid to avoid the imminent bloodbath.

Briar spins on her pedastol and runs blindly into the mouth of a tunnel she thinks she can see. She darts towards it and keeps running down the dark cold tunnel her footsteps echoing and bouncing off of the claustraphobic walls. The darkness was suffocating and she could barely breath. Angry tears formed at her eyes and she tried to feel herself around, the angry cries of pain and battle travelling down to her ears from the cornucopia. 

Tristan... She thought softly as she lunged towards a wall accidently, she crashed into  it bumping slightly before she laughed. She grabbed her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide. 

Stupid girl! She thought angrily, she couldn't afford to make any sounds. She slithered next to the wall and pressed her body against it, waiting for her allies to come meet her... Hopefully.

Briar held her breath as she pressed her body to the wall hard. She didn't want anyone to know she was there until she was ready for them. She didn't plan on encountering anyone, but plans don't always work out.

[district5-tristan]

Last words

Tagging: Tristan Hayes, Briar Keene

Location: Tribute lounge

Night before the games

Tristan sat up in his bed, attempting to steady his breathing. He wandered to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water, cooling him down slightly. Tristan looked at his reflection in the mirror. He did not look anything like himself, he had changed so much in the past few days.

His face was still heating up as Tristan knew there was no point in going back to bed, he decided to go down to the lobby and get a drink. It might clear his thoughts a little more.

He wandered down to the deserted lobby and went to the kitchen area, pouring himself a drink. He set the drink down, once again looking at his reflection through the window. Tears began to fill his eyes and his rested his elbows on the counter, holding his face in his hands. He stood there for a moment, crying silently until her heard a small noise coming from the stairs.

Tristan splashed his face with water and began drinking his water, still stood facing the window.

Do not crack now. For gods sake Tristan, do not become vunerable.

[diistrict-nine-and-three-quaters]

Building anew.

Tagging: Briar Keene, Eta Galloway

Location: Training centre

Time: Morning session

Briar arrived at the shelter making station first and used this extra time to have a brief look over the materials that she would be using during this training. She walked up to the small worktop table and picked up a lightweight sheet of plastic. "Hmm," she murrmered, looking it over. She wondered what a small piece of plastic like this could do for her in the arena. How would it benefit her?

She became fustrated when no ideas poped into her mind and placed it back down next to the other random things. Eta joined her as she walked over to the open space intended for a tribute to construct some shelter. Crossing her arms, she looked over to Eta and smiled "hey," she said softly, before returning her gaze to the open area.

[diistrict-nine-and-three-quaters]

Good morning.

Tagging: Briar Keene, Tristan Hayes, anyone.

Location: Lobby

Time: Morning before training

Briar sat alone at the small dining table and ate her cereal. It was weird to have such a substantial food source everyday. Briar thought that she better make the most of it while she could. Especially going as she would be entering the arena soon.

Briar made sure that the lobby was empty before she had entered it this time. The last conversation she had with Wes there still sent chills down her spine.

Suddenly, Briar heard footsteps walking towards the lobby. Her heart started to race. She let her spoon splosh into the milk left in her bowl and got ready to dart back off to her room. When Tristan enetered she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

"Hey," she greeted him cheerily returning to her cereal.

[district5-tristan]

Sparks are flying

Tagging: Briar Keene, Tristan Hayes

Location: Training centre

Time: afternoon

Tristan made his way towards the fire-making station. Once he had reached the deserted station, he felt slightly nervous, eagerly awaiting his company for the afternoon.

Tristan began messing around with the selection of items, starting with rocks as he felt this particular resource would be in a large supply in the arena. His attempts were not so sucsessful and he only managed to cause a few sparks. Tristan sighed as he gave up on his attempts at the rocks and began moving onto twigs. Maybe this would be more sucessful...