#task103

[olwenthatcher]

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Remy adjusted himself as he opened his eyes slowly. Did he pass out? He looked down to realize Cas was curled up against him. Were they back home? He blinked as his eyes scanned the area and he realized where he was. It was cold, and damp. This wasn’t Six, and he wasn’t home. This was the arena, an arena where he took some girl’s life and he started to shiver as he sat up roughly. It took him awhile to find one cave that wasn’t ice, but a thick layer of snow and ice did surround the entrance. Suddenly there was a small rumble, shaking the ground slightly. “Cas,” the boy whispered, nudging his girlfriend. What were they doing? He didn’t know and the possibility of another gamemaker disaster was not thrilling him. “Cas!” He rushed to get up as he noticed some snow falling at the entrance of the cave. Avalanche. “NO!” He screamed, running just to be hit with mountains of snow as the snow rushed in and blocked their only exit. Remy crawled himself out of the cold white snow and was freezing. “Fuck... fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! FUCK!” He slammed his fist on the ground, not able to look at her. 

[avoxphoenix-blog]

Phoenix knocked over the champagne on the sponsor’s lap as the windstorm started. She was so worried about the tributes she knew were in there, the sign of ultimate destruction freaked her out. She frowned when she realized what she did, and tried to quickly wipe up her mess as the sponsor began to scream at her.

[avoxphoenix-blog]

Seeing Kane in the games, someone who she trained along side, it hurt her a little. She didn’t know why, maybe because at one point he was almost a friend. Phoenix knew she had to send him some help, under that pennam Agatha promised her. Once the bloodbath began however, instead of sitting around to enjoy the spectacle she found herself shutting down the screen. Them falling was already hard enough, but she never liked the bloodshed once it started.

[luzmoiral]

The woman exited the gamemaker room to fetch herself a snack. The bloodbath had just died down and she had faced enough for the moment. Luz had to admit hearing her voice over the speakers and annoucing the countdown had to be fun, especially for her first games. However once the tributes dropped and some them started dying, her excitment died just a little. “Let the games begin.” She whispered to herself, leaning against the wall.

[olwenthatcher]

Skill Presentation

”You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill.”

“I’ll be out of here in five minutes.” Remy said smugly as he grinned and rubbed his hands together. He looked up at the station with the weapons, his eyes staring down the bow and arrow. He was across the room but quickly the boy went into front flips until he ended with a roundoff and he picked up the bow. Remy winked at the gamemakers, a particular blonde haired woman with blue eyes. He began to whistle a little tune, picking up a bag of arrows and throwing them over his shoulder. Instead of walking to the targets the boy took a stroll and faced the gamemakers. 

Remy had a devilish smirk as he took out an arrow and began shooting. He narrowed his eyes to make sure he knew where the force field was set up before letting an arrow loose. The gamemakers moved back in shock when they realized he had blew up the force field protecting him. Remy kept whistling as he sent arrows into the gamemaker box with surprising ease. He sent one right through a wine glass. An arrow went right through a roast chicken and pinned a gamemaker’s pant leg to the wall.

He paused in the chaos as he looked at the blonde girl again and he grinned. He aimed the arrow and shot an arrow at her dress, pinning the tulle onto the wall behind her. She nearly squealed as he sent another that pinned itself right by her ear. “You don’t have to scream, I’m not trying to kill you!” He called over but peacekeepers were already entering his area to escort him out. “Did I take five minutes?” Remy asked her. The blonde lady let out a breath. “Four and a half.” The girl chuckled as the arrow pinning her to the wall was taking out by another gamemaker. “Luzrina, are you okay?” Remy heard one of the gamemakers ask her, but he was busy being escorted out by peacekeepers to pay attention. 

“I hope you liked the show!” He called to the gamemakers as he continued whistling as he was escorted out. 

[olwenthatcher]

Learned Skills

Hand to hand/self defense. 

[olwenthatcher]

Chariots

Remy peered at his outfit, which matched Cas very similarly. He didn’t like it how he was pampered as much as his girlfriend was. They even put makeup on him. Remy hated makeup. But he had to admit, hearing his girlfriend comment on how he looked hot made him smirk lightly. “Don’t I look hot? Please, you’ll make me blush.” He retorted with a bright grin on his face. He had to admit having her here did make him feel more comfortable. Public and crowds came easy to him but he was never himself. At least with Cas by his side he wouldn’t be so lost. 

It went exactly how he expected it to go. Since they were the middle chariot, he didn’t expect to get as much attention as the other tributes did but Remy was surprised at the roses that were being thrown into his chariot. He laughed and waved to the crowd, keeping a tight hold on Cas’s hand. Remy leaned down and collected a rose, handing it to his girlfriend and pecking his cheek. The crowd cheered when he did that, and he waved once again to the Capitol citizens. It was nice to have a crowd out for him, well for the tributes, but Remy couldn’t deny he was one to like the attention. 

The chariots stopped around the city circle and Remy zoned out a little as Snow went on into his annual boring rant about the games. He always hated this part. Every time that man talked Remy just wished he would drop dead. Suddenly the mic dropped when Snow was announcing the 103rd games. Remy couldn’t get a glimpse of what was going on from where he was, but he could obviously tell that the president had fainted. Did he dropped dead? Remy didn’t know if he regretted thinking it or not. 

“Cas–” He was cut off when he looked at his girlfriend. The redhead just gripped his hand tighter and he knew she was seeing something that no one else did. “Cas, are you okay?” Remy asked again, but when she didn’t respond he just gripped onto her hand tighter. He wouldn’t let go of her. No matter what came out of this, he was sure of that.