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Total Fallen // Day four.

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Tomorrow Never Knows || Haven and Vera

Between the guilt and the adrenaline, Haven was in a sort of shock. She ended up on the floor with the medical kit in her shaking hands. When Camp appeared beside her, she heard what he said and she felt the brief pressure of his lips against hers; but she barely managed to nod in response. She tore the collar of her shirt and shifted the material just enough to examine the cut on her chest. Jamie's ax really could have done a lot worse but even a slight injury would require some attention. Haven couldn't risk any sort of infection, especially not during the Games. She was about to ask for Vera's help when she heard it. That was definitely Camp's voice and it was coming from the store beside them- crying for help. Haven pulled herself into a standing position and braced herself to run. In a matter of seconds, she moved to stand outside the store, frozen with sudden horror and powerless to help, especially when he begged her not to follow. The robots based on the Quell tributes were easily the most sickening aspect of any Games that Haven could remember. It was almost as if the Gamemakers knew about the tribute's ghosts- or if they knew exactly how to torture her. She'd known all along that Camp was going to die but that didn't make the reality any less painful or the sight any less horrifying. As soon as she understood that the robots were confined to the store they were in, Haven felt both heartache and relief. There was no hope of getting to Camp- if he was even still alive -without inevitably being slaughtered herself; but from right outside, she was safe. Safe enough to collapse on the ground beside the door, staring powerlessly at the scene and letting the tears and trembling take over until she finally remembered that the Games would go on even if she didn't want to and that she had another ally to worry about.

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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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The Limits Of The Dead || (The Interview)

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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?"