#ty137

[notverybrighton]

An extended trip on the train with Ty wasn't truly how Sable wanted to spend her afternoon. Certainly she'd never imagined any of this when she'd made her Reaping Day plans the other day, but dealing with her brother-in-law a minute longer than she had to wasn't in her wildest dreams. Of course, she had to, now.

She sat next to him, as a doting wife would, their knees almost touching. Someone walked passed them and she looked up, expecting Sheen, but the figure kept on moving. Someone affiliated with something important, for them to be on this train, she was sure. She was grateful, though, that it wasn't Sheen. He was their mentor, and it would be harder to keep her secret from him than anyone else. She was almost grateful Ty was here and solved the issue of having to keep the secret from a district partner.

She turned then to Ty asked in a low voice so they wouldn't be overheard, "Do you think we should tell Sheen what's going on?"

@tiberius-delvaux

[notverybrighton]

There were two cannons, before the countdown was finished. Sable didn't see who the tributes were. All she could do was look at Ty, and hope he would give her some direction, some inclination of his head that would tell her what to do in the Bloodbath, what item to go for, anything. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe she was so worried about it setting off the sensors and killing her instantly.

And then they were running.

Here they fucking go.

Sable sprinted alongside the masses and into the Bloodbath - it was a big crowd this time, bigger than usual, and she quickly lost sight of Ty. Panic welled up inside of her, but she couldn't let it take hold. She needed to be Brighton right now. She needed a weapon, and she needed supplies. She needed to take what she could get and fight her way out. She needed to prove herself. Could she? Could she prove herself?

There wasn't even time to think about that as a body shoved into her, knocking her on the ground. She scrambled up. She could not die this early, which meant she could not stay on the ground. She grabbed at whatever was closest to where she fell as she arose and turned to face her attacker. It was a canteen of water, and Cara, from District Six, lunged at her for it. But basic hand-to-hand combat was Sable's strong suit, and she easily dodged the attack, planting a kick to Cara's knee that sent her sprawling. She could do worse, she though. She should do worse.

And then she saw him, coming up behind where Cara was clambering up from the ground.

"Tiberius!" she called. "Ty!"

@tiberius-delvaux

[notverybrighton]

Tomorrow was the launch. Sable wasn't sure how she was supposed to be feeling, but she knew the fear that sat deep in her stomach wasn't it. She was supposed to be Brighton. Brighton would be, what, excited? Calm? Antsy in anticipation? If there was anything Sable had learned the last few days it was that as easy as it was to fake being Brighton to people who knew nothing about Brighton, it was impossible to get into that girl's head. Impossible to imagine just why it was that Brighton had dreamt her whole life of these Games. Sable didn't have the killer instinct. She was just as pathetic as Brighton had always told her she was. And though she'd known it when she'd volunteered, it was finally starting to sink in that Sable was going to die.

A noise startled Sable from her thoughts and she looked up, her Fake Brighton scheming smile plastered on her face, but it was just Ty.

"Hey," she said, giving him a small wave. "Excited for tomorrow?"

@tiberius-delvaux