#wofmarena2

[challahlevy]

Not Alone || Day Two || OS

My new supplies in hand, I trudged across the arena. The wound in my arm wasn't a deep one--I could fix it easily with a needle and thread, but that was something I didn't have. At this point, I doubted I had a sponsor, otherwise I would've been sent something by now, right?

If my count was correct, there were twelve of us left. Maybe eleven, if I was lucky, and I was responsible for the death of one. Pangs of guilt surged through my chest, and I couldn't help but feel wrong for defending myself. Then again, if I hadn't, I'd be dead.

Lines of houses came into view, and I wasn't quite sure which one to head into. One was burning to the ground, and there couldn't possibly be someone in it--I would've heard a cannon by now. Instead, I head into one with a number thirteen on the front, the door already unlocked.

I found myself not alone anymore--for the pair from 4 sat in the middle of the room. 

[oren-gaynor]

Second Star to the Right? || Arena || Oreo

Cold. 

That was my first thought as I was dragged from sleep, squinting into the dark I could make out the faint glowing embers of the fire that must have started to die out in the early hours of the morning. My fingers finding my pocket watch to see that it was still relatively early. Cosmo was hunched over beside the couch, his head angled back at an awkward angle that made me grin in the faint light. I leaned down to brush a kiss across his lips as he groaned lazily. "Come on sweetheart. Time to get up. We've got to keep moving..." 

I hated the thought of leaving our cosy little house but I knew if we kept still our luck would run out. Someone or something would come crashing inside and then we would be in a world of hurt. This place had been good for us last night and now that I felt refreshed I knew it was time to see what else this place had in store.