#camp reilly

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Final Words

"No, those aren't wormtoads, that's your fault." -Key. "I'm sor- I'm sorry." -Jamie. "I'm sorry." -Camp. "So which store should we explore?" -Spencer. "Ready to go in there whenever you are." -Jahnae. "Go on then, finish me off. I know that's what you want." -Tony. "I have better things to do. Like go running into the Cornucopia..." -Az. "Penny." -Zayne. "To die would be an awfully big adventure." -Calico. "Just... hold on." -Haven. "I guess you could call me your girlfriend." -Zalia. "Choose now." -Vera. "I guess you can go first." -Asher. "For both of us.... now shoot." -Bartholomew. "I'm not worth fighting for." -Celeste.

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Total Fallen // Day Two.

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A Bed of Nails || Camen and Vera

Camp came to a stop at the top of the second staircase. Haven grabbed at the railing to steady herself and try to calm down as she stood beside him. She breathed a sigh of relief when their pursuer turned out to be Vera. Everyone else who ran was either hidden here or on another floor entirely. Farren glared at the three tributes with a look of impatient confusion that only Haven could see but soon enough she understood what the humans had seen immediately: it wasn't that they couldn't keep running or even that they didn't want to. There was simply no where else to go. No turns and no exits as far as she could see. They faced a long row of shops that were either empty, useless or (most likely) filled with traps. Haven shut her eyes for a moment, trying to sort out her thoughts. When she opened them again, she voiced the truth that none of them wanted to accept. "We need a place to hide," she spoke softly, letting her cautious, hesitant tone hide some of the urgency. She folded her knife shut and stuffed it in her pocket. She was still clutching the medical kit in her other hand. She'd panicked when she grabbed it. While Camp and Vera had managed to think of more practical supplies, Haven was still determined to act as a healer. It was pointless- given the arena, she wouldn't likely be patching up any minor scrapes and cuts. Most injuries they could get in a place like this would be caused by a muttation or a fellow tribute and those would be fatal. It was too late to rethink that decision, though. Haven just had to hope they'd find more supplies elsewhere. For now, safety was the main priority. Managing a weak smile for her friends, Haven nodded and they set off down the hall: peering in a few shop windows and finding nothing useful from those first cautionary glances. It was the fifth store in that line that caught their attention. It had once been the kind of place Capitol women would go for manicures and spa treatments but it was in utter disarray now: chairs had been tipped onto their sides, bottles of paints and chemicals were strewn along the floor, contents half-gone, and quite a few sharp objects including scissors and broken glass. "Watch your step," Haven whispered out of cautious instinct. When they were safely inside, the group looked around and finally spotted an open door against the back wall. Haven bit her lip hesitantly but she turned to her companions and murmured quietly, "What do you think?"

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But I Will Hold On Hope || Camen

After her private training session, Haven was careful to keep her injured arm covered, usually by wearing long sleeves. She'd stitched it up properly- even the nurses in the infirmary had seemed to approve and it was healing just fine. She had nothing to be ashamed of but she wasn't sure how upsetting the sight or the idea of that cut would be for Camp and she knew they both had bigger things to worry about. Time was running out before the Games began and Haven couldn't rule out the possibility of the ghosts from the Quell making a last minute appearance while the one person who could see them was still breathing. Rachel was officially gone and Farren hadn't made an appearance since she'd helped in Haven's training session. Camp was another concern. Haven didn't think she could ever change his mind about wanting to die- especially not now when their future seemed so grim but she knew she could count on him and Vera in the meantime. They'd stick together as a team for as long as they could during the Games. With all that on her plate, Haven didn't know where to begin. With a sigh, she approached Camp and gently reached out to hold his hand. "Let's just try..." she began softly but her voice broke and she had to choke back a dry sob before finishing. "Try to make the most of the time we have left, okay?"

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Task Two: Interviews | Camp Reilly |

Camp sat in solemn silence, holding hands with the girl he was hopelessly in love with. He couldn't bring himself to watch her as her name was being called, but this just meant he was next and it was almost his turn to be interrogated. The other interviews he heard didn't seem to be too personal, but with his luck it would be completely personal, or embarrassing. "You'll be fine." He promised to Haven and let her hand go.

It was a painful few minutes, but then it was his name being called. Camp sucked in another breath and took a step out onto the stage in small shuffling steps.

The lights were blinding and he had to stop and allow them to adjust. The crowd was extremely loud and the music was in some happy poppy tune that bothered him. Shaking his head, Camp took another step toward the interviewer and put on a small smile. Be happy, be cheerful! He could almost hear his mentor's voice in his head. But fuck being happy. Camp wasn't happy. Why would he lie before he died? That's like committing a sin on your deathbed.

"Camp Reilly! District five! Welcome!" Camp shook the interviewers hand and took a seat across from him. "How are you doing tonight Camp? Feeling good?" No. "Yeah, I'm doing great." Lies. Lies. "That's great, Camp. How do you find the Capitol?" Awful. "Well, it's certainly a sight to see." That got a few bits of laughter from the audience. Maybe he could play off being the funny tribute. Maybe.

"I'm glad you find us interesting! But don't you miss home at all? Miss your parents, your family?" Camp paused, but the smile from his lips didn't fade. This was for everyone back at District five. Including Futura. "Yeah. I guess, but I'm better off here." No, Camp wasn't going to play the funny guy card. "And why's that?" The interviewer looked at Camp with complete fake attention. Camp sighed, but still he smiled. "I want to die." He would play the sadistic card.

The crowd all gasped in what seemed unison. For once, it seemed the interviewer was a a loss for words. He looked at something-- or someone-- backstage and gave a small, curt nod. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that." The interviewer mumbled quickly and moved on. He was eager to get off the subject. "Well... uh is there anyone special back at home?"

This time it was Camp who didn't know what to say. He didn't want to lie. But he didn't want to tell the truth. "Well, I guess you guys will have to watch and find out." He gave an awkward wink, that was really just a blink, to the crowd. They were silent, obviously still shocked by Camp's suicide mention. The interviewer laughed awkwardly. "Well, I think that's time, Camp."

It had not been three minutes. But Camp wouldn't argue. Gladly, he stood up and exited the stage.

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Inspired by this song.

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What's Past is the Past | Camen

Camp woke up standing. It was odd to wake in such an awkward position, and he almost fell. Stumbling backward, he couldn't remember anything, really. He remembered talking to Haven, her telling him about the ghosts and kissing her, but after that everything just screamed: cold! He glanced around the room, Haven seemed to be in a similar state. "Haven?" He called across the room. "What just happened?"

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