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Post by Seryna on May 30, 2013 16:36:56 GMT -5
"We won't be goaded," Willow assures. "-we're not strong enough to take a hit from him. But.. we don't have much time..."
"Be careful." Pan warns Kris. "There are things out here."
"Do you want me to stay with you?" Eris asked Kris. "We could finish scouting the ship. Being alone out here isn't a good idea." "No, it isn't." Jasper agrees. "One of us should stay."
Star, Titan, Willow, Pan, Dupioni, Theodore, Psyche and Isaac departed for the horn...
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Post by finaldisnerd on May 30, 2013 16:52:02 GMT -5
Kris nodded to Willow. He felt confident that they could take care of themselves, and that Caleb could keep the two of them in line if things came to that. He thanked Pan for the warning, and gave him a firm handshake as the group headed off into the unknown. Looking to Eris and Jasper, he had to agree with their thinking. "I'll take you up on that offer. We all need to keep from being alone as long as possible here, and that would also give the two of us a chance to catch up."
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Post by Seryna on May 30, 2013 16:55:10 GMT -5
"Good." Eris smiles. She shrugs out of her warm clothes down to her T - shirt. She carries the clothes away to lay them on the warm rocks to dry from any sweat.
"It sure got cold last night. " She remarks. "Maybe we should look for some warmer gear. What do you think we should do?" She asks Kris as she rolls up the sleeping bag and ensures all of her gear is in her pack.
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Post by Seryna on Sept 8, 2013 15:53:48 GMT -5
Eris steps out into the sunshine. The two had visited the boat and returned with a chest. The two open the chest, finding glass jars. Eris lifts one and looks at the amber colored liquid. Unlocking the lid, she sniffs. "Oil." She shares. "For fire or cooking..?"
There is little more in the chest and the two are turning back to the ship, speaking quietly about their plans. Both are working out how the i.e.d. - improvised explosive device - could be used against tributes coming after the alliance. It requires careful placement - and may require leading pursuers right past it while someone has a remote.
"It should be us." Kris was saying. "Its our plan-" He sees something and trails off, looking over Eris' shoulder.
"Kris?"
The girl turns and her jaw drops open. The shipwrecked ship is completely revealed, showing the wide hole in the hull. The water is all being drawn out to sea. As the tributes from three watch, it forms into a boiling wave that looks taller than a mountain.
"The boat!" Kris shouts. "Get to the life boat!"
Eris looked above. The little boat was still attached to the big ship, dangling five feet above the sand. It would need to be lowered with the pulleys from the ship above. "I'll handle it." Kris assures when he sees the doubt in Eris' eyes. "Get to the boat!"
There didn't seem to be enough time. Eris ran to the camp, snatching packs. The girl was slim and running with two packs slowed her considerably. She reaches the boat and tosses both packs into the life boat. Simultaneously, Kris has taken the stairs up the ship two at a time. He reaches the mechanism on the boat and grips the lever.
"Clear!" He shouts over the side. Eris stands free of the boat that bobs level with her head. She glances, anxious, to the returning wave.
"Hurry!"
Kris works the rusted lever - and why would it be rusted, if all this was engineered for the Games? Did they truly need more obstacles? He finally knocked it free and listened to the ropes whistle as the boat began to lurch downwards.
Skattle. Skitter Kris whirled about, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Nothing. Kris turned his attention back to lowering the boat.
Skrit Skrit Skrit
That was something. With dread in his heart, Kris looked out of the corner of his eye. Mangy, black shapes had followed him up the stairs. The twitching noses and beady eyes were all rat, but they were the size of a large dog. Some looked like they outweighed him. Eye contact unleashed the horde and they rushed forward, a surging sea of wet fur.
Eris looked skyward as the boat lurched to a stop. She frowns when it doesn't resume its downward mobility.
"Kris!" Eris shouts. "Are you O.K.?"
Something lurches into view over the side of the ship. Eris squints at it, unsure of what she is seeing. Black and hairy - needle sharp teeth are revealed when it opens its jaws wide. Kris stands on the edge of the ship, surrounded by the snapping mutts. He tiptoes to the rope pulley, grasping the rope in his hands. Throwing himself overboard, he wraps his legs around the rope. The life boat lurches as he begins to descend. Up above, Kris looks down and his eyes fill with terror.
"Eris!" He shouts. "Its here! Get-"
A surging wave knocks the tribute from district three off her feet. She hits the salt water on her side. Her face twists into an expression of horror as she sees something beneath the waves, but it is too late. Eris vanishes underneath the water. The camera tightens in on her location, showing only the swirling tide. Red blooms in the water, wafting up from the girl below.
"Eris!" Kris shouts, rapidly sliding down the rope. He's leaving blood on the rope behind him in his haste to get to his mate. Yet rats were built to clamber down vertical ropes and one takes hold of his wrist as he's looking down. Blood spurts as pain envelops him. The teeth are sharp as needles and the rat is as belligerent as a terrier when Kris tries to shake it off. The rope jerks as three more dark shapes descend on Kris. There's a high pitched whine as the lever protests the additional weight. The rope snaps, causing Kris and all four mutts to fall downwards. The steel edged lifeboat is right beneath Kris. His plan to climb down to safety would have worked. Yet now he is falling head - first. It is his head that strikes the steel edge, leaving a splotch of bright red blood. The boy from three goes under the water, limp and unconscious.
A hand shoots through the water, grasping the edge of the life boat. For a long moment, the fingers that clutch the steel edge are white knuckled and trembling. With an explosion out of the water, Eris is launched up into the air. A gray scaled beast - a shark- is seen underneath her, snapping hungrily. Blood drips from its jaws. Suddenly it turns and lowers itself in the water, streaking forward like a torpedo.
The girl hurls herself over the side, landing in an uncoordinated pile. She turns to her side and coughs, wretches - and vomits salt water and a few bits of muffin into the bowels of the life boat.
"Kris?" Eris croaks, the effort causing another fit of coughing. She looks skyward, uncomprehending.
The mentors and citizens of Panem watch from the shark's perspective as Kris - unconscious and slowly sinking - is spotted. The bloody hand leaves a wafting, billowing bloody smoke signal to the shark. Dark shapes were in pursuit of the boy, but all veer for the surface as the shark is sighted. The shark takes the boy around the middle with a mighty shake, causing the water to rise up around the boat. The cannon sounds as the worlds' oldest predator departs, leaving some of Kris bobbing up.
"Kris!" Eris screams. "No! No!"
Despair overwhelms the girl and she lays back against the boat. Something hits the boat, causing her to roll roughly against the side of the boat.
The shark. Its not over.
The girl grasps the canvas that she has saved and cuts free a jagged piece of canvas. The girl then steels herself to turn to her leg. The camera has been hovering high, showing the lone girl in a turbulent sea. A large, black shape circles beneath her boat. Now the camera drops to Eris' level as the girl - shivering and biting her lip - turns to the business at hand. Lifting her leg, she screams again at the pain of moving. Then her eyes open and she screams in earnest, in equal portions of pain and terror.
This was no painful laceration or torn meaty portion of leg, as she had hoped. Two inches above her ankle, her leg was jagged, pink meat. Something white and knobby peeks out from the ragged mess - bone. Her askew foot is white, bloodless and limp. The camera can see that the girl has lost a chunk of meat six inches across from the back of her calf down to her ankle, but Eris can only tentatively touch the leg with the tips of her finger.
The resulting pain or revulsion causes her eyes to roll back in her head and she teeters, her torso resting on the bench for a long moment. In the stillness, the growing pool of blood beneath her looks ominous. Eris drapes the mess in canvas and bites her lip as she brings the edges to the front. She tries to knot the canvas cloth and takes a shaky breath. She loops it to the front where she has some purchase and bravely tries to knot it to apply pressure. As the knotted canvas is getting closer to her skin, the girl is unable to go on.
Eris keels unceremoniously to her side. She dry heaves once and then stills. The gulls scream overhead as the little boat bobs out to sea. Within moments, a cannon sounds. Eris had never regained consciousness. The camera shows the now nearly serene scene of the beach, the pink colored water foaming on the sand. To those that wish, they can turn to a special channel to see the cranes heft the remains home for burial.
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