Astoria Luna, 17
District 5 Female
Astoria was bored. At least she was alive, but she was bored. She hadn't left her little cave since she arrived. She watches each sand storm appear every evening, and then disappear when the sun rises. She just lays on her rock throughout the day, with nothing at all to do. She hated it a lot. She got bored easily, and now it was showing.
The capitol was probably bored of her just sitting around doing nothing. She was certain that they would do something to get her out of the safe cave and into the forest for some good TV content. Probably a mutt was being made right at this moment that would appear tomorrow morning in her cave to try to kill her. But whatever, she was bored and couldn't care less.
When she was bored back home in 5, she would go outside and down by the little creek and eat her boredom away. And unfortunately, that's what she had done. Astoria had eaten her apple and half of her carrot already, only leaving a tiny amount of water and her pieces of dried chicken. It was bad. Even though she was practically poor and homeless back home, she had always had more than enough food grown in her gardens. Astoria hadn't realized how much she did have until now, and how hard it was to ration it all.
The games were weird. Yes, she hated them, but now that she thought she was safe, she felt awkward almost. Like there was nothing to do. She just sat around and did nothing. Always watching the hunger games on TV was different. They only showed the exciting parts, well at least that's the only parts she watched. And being in the games herself didn't feel real anymore. The sense of thrill and horror had gone. It was a weird feeling. Astoria wouldn't usually say this, but she wished something exciting could happen.
It sounded terrible, like she wanted people to die. But in reality, she did want that to happen. But she did, she wanted something exciting to happen. Even though she still had her life and she was safe for now in the cave, she kind of wanted to be out in the dark forest just for the sake of doing something other than laying in a cave.
But no, she knew it was best to stay safe in the cave. Why would she want to go in front of danger by choice? Just like the note, they got on the trains said, the flat land is safe! She had listened like the note said and found this safe cave. Astoria didn't know if anyone had also listened to the note and gone to the flatland as she did, but she didn't think anyone had. She was sure the game makers would not be stupid enough to put more than one safe cave in the arena. Why would they want multiple tributes in a safe area away from violence? That would be boring from a TV perspective as there would be no action. She was certain it was bad enough that she was here doing nothing for the audience.
That was the question though. She thought about it. It was a rather stupid question. Does she go outside the cave just for the capitol entertainment? Well, she also needed more food as she would not survive another few days drinking this little water. But she was also safe here? Why would she risk her life and leave the safe cave?
But it all comes down to her survival in the end. Die trying to leave the cave looking for food and water, or die in the cave from dehydration and lack of nutrients in her body?
Oh, she just can't choose.
Okay, she thought. I might as well. She might as well just leave the cave to look for food and water. She had to. To be fair as well, she would rather die at the hands of another tribute then to dehydration. But why was she thinking that far ahead. She would be safe once she leaves the cave. All she needed to do was run through before or after the sandstorm that blocked her cave off from the rest of the world and head towards the dark forest.
The forest was thick and easy to hide in. She could climb the wide trees if need be, and Astoria could swear she saw some berry bushes while running away from the cornucopia all those days ago. It seemed like a lifetime ago, rising on her platform, surrounded by other killers. By Maeshous.
Poor Mae. She missed him, but she knew she could not think about him. She would simply break down and not be able to at least try and win. She would try and win for him. To get out of the arena for him. While he could not make it, she knew she could if she tried. For him.
Oh, why did she let him into her thoughts? A small tear runs down her eye. She was simply thinking about him. It was one of her few weaknesses. She couldn't leave today now that she was thinking about Mae. Maybe tomorrow when he had left her thoughts.
Tomorrow she would leave the cave.
Ladon Beaumont, 18
District 12 Male
Ladon still did not want to believe what had happened yesterday. But he was beginning to since Frost and Owen never came back. It was weird. He knew that it would come down to this sometime, but never this soon. It was now just Oliver and him to survive the games. Ladon knew that the alliance would not last, but he had to stay with Oliver for as long as possible. He did not want to be alone and by himself, just wandering around the arena. He would much rather be with someone else.
And if it came down to it. No. When it came down to it, Ladon knew, well he was pretty sure, that he could overtake Oliver if he had to. Oliver would make decisions for the greater good, instead of himself. He is someone who cares too much for people around him when he should care for himself more. Oliver is a great guy that Ladon enjoys being around, but he is too nice to survive a deathmatch.
Ladon never thought he would be readying himself to kill, but he knew he had to. He wasn't going to kill Oliver any time soon. Only when the time felt right. But he knew he had to take the essence of a surprise if he wanted to overpower Oliver. He needed to kill Oliver when he would least expect it. '
"When do you think this will end?" Ladon turns around on his bed. After the hovercraft picked Frost and Owen up, they ventured into the town for supplies and for some safety. They found a small run-down house in the village and stayed in the small upstairs building. The only thing Ladon did not like about the house was there was only one entry and exit to the house if you did not count the windows.
"Pardon?" He asked, snapping out of his daydream.
"When do you think it will end?" Oliver replies.
He thinks about it before shrugging. "I have no idea," He replies honestly. This could last for another few weeks or for another few days. He had no idea what the game makers had planned or what any other tributes were doing. He wasn't sure how many people were left in the arena with them as it was Oliver's turn to guard them overnight. But there weren't many.
"That's what scares me," Oliver says. "We have no idea when this will finish. Does that not scare you?"
"Of course it scares me," He replies softly. "I'm scared of everything that can and will happen. The game makers might be getting a mutt or event ready just now for us."
"That's exactly why I'm scared," Oliver looks down. The two sit there in silence and fear for a second.
"Do you have any family?" Ladon asks Oliver to keep the conversation going. He didn't like not talking and staying quiet.
Oliver nods his head. "I have my sister Nora. She is my entire life," He says. "I love her more than anything else, and she loves me so much as well. I miss her being here, but I know this was what was meant to happen in the end. Just like all my other jobs, this is another way to provide for her."
"Other jobs?" Ladon asks curiously.
"Sex fucking work," Oliver replies.
"Oh," He says quietly shocked. That's not what he expected. "I hope you get to go home to your sister, she seems amazing."
"Yeah," Oliver sighs. "Do you have any siblings?"
Ladon shakes his head. "I am a lone child with a sick mother and a drunk father."
"That sucks," Oliver replies.
"Yeah it does," He answers. "So…"
"So."
"What are we going to do now?" He asks Oliver.
"I don't know," Oliver replies quietly. It's getting awkward now. "Wait here until something happens?"
Ladon nods in agreement. "Yeah good idea," He says. "Until something happens…"
Ronan Allen, 18
District 2 Male
Well, the plan did not work. They all sat there until the sun went down over the horizon and even throughout the night. Nearly twenty-four hours later and they were still sitting around doing nothing. Obviously, no tributes were around this arena, or if there were some, they were not interested in the bait. Ronan thought it was a good idea, he was certain it would work. But he was not wrong, there was an obvious fault in the plan that he wasn't seeing.
He could hear Nereus sigh from behind the other slab of stone. "Can we finish this stupid idea yet?" Nereus asks with an obvious tone of frustration. Ronan was kinda glad he was talking and not using his body. He was pleasantly surprised Nereus had not killed him, or at least tried to, because he was bored.
He ignored Nereus. Silence broke out. Well except for the small sounds of Vivian playing with the rope that ties her up. "You gotta admit we have wasted so much time Ronan," Maya says.
He turns to her. "You think?" He said curiously. Though he knew she was right, they had wasted so much time doing nothing. Doing nothing was the opposite of what he wanted to do right now. They should be hunting for other tributes. This was a way of hunting tributes, a slow one, but still a valid way. The trap was just set up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Yeah, I do think," She sighs.
"Maybe we can set the trap up somewhere else?" He burst out. "Maybe this was not the best place!"
"Or maybe it was just a bad plan," He turns around and sees Legacy storming through the dark trees. Besides her is Scylla who also storms through the trees. Neither of them looks happy. Nereus and Maya stand up at the same time as he does.
"Have any luck?" Nereus asks.
"Did you hear any fucking canons?" Scylla snaps rudely.
"Scylla-" Nereus frowns.
"Anyways," Legacy interrupts, rolling her eyes. "Both plans were obviously a fail. We walked so far we came across the cornucopia. And I'm assuming nothing happened here either?"
Ronan shakes his head. How embarrassing. The careers are having terrible luck this year, nothing has happened and he was sure the audience would not be liking it. It was stupid they had not killed yet. Unlike the other careers, himself and Maya had been keeping track of the deaths quietly. He was positive that none of the careers knew they were up to the final twelve tributes. And he was not willing to give up that information soon, it could be valuable on his side if they lost track of how many people have died.
"Well we need to do something," Maya says.
Legacy rolls her eyes and raises her arms in annoyance. "No shit sherlock."
"Calm down guys," Ronan says quietly. "We can't be arguing anymore than we already are."
"He's right," Scylla agrees.
He nods his head, "Thank you."
"Any more arguments and the career pack will end soon," She continues. "That's something we can't afford with the slow stagger of deaths."
They stand there in silence. Ronan turns for a second to look at Vivian who is still unable to escape from the ropes that bind her to the large stone. She plays at the rope, but Nereus's strength and skill of tying ropes from his life back in 4, made it impossible to escape. Worth a try, but nothing shall happen as she is stuck there.
No one replies to Scylla's words. Everyone stays quiet as they know it's the truth. Any more stupid arguments, and it could be the end of their alliance.
Chimes. The sound of little bells ringing softly falls into everyone's ears. Ronan had heard the sound a million times. Every year at least once every game, the sound played on his screen. The sound brought gifts and notes, food and memories. It could bring anything money could pay for. The sound brought down the gift to a certain tribute by a little controlled parachute. Now it was happening to him. He looked up towards the bright sky and saw a small parachute falling slowly down towards them. Nereus, the tallest out of the group, reaches out and grabs the gift before anyone else can.
Everyone is curious about what it is. Excited at the new distraction. "It's an envelope with the letter L on it and-" Though before he can finish Legacy quickly snatches the letter out of Nereus's hand. "Hey, I wasn't finished!"
"I'm the only one that has the letter 'L' at the start of their name dumbass?" She says. Legacy opens the letter in a rush not caring about littering her paper over the ground.
"Well…" Scylla says curiously. She leans over to view what the note says, but Legacy pulls it away so only she can see what it says. "What does it say? You can't just not tell us!"
"It's from Apollo," Legacy says. Her eyes open the more she reads as if she is understanding something for the first time.
"And?" He asks aloud, also feeling annoyed at Legacy's quiet state.
"He said we need to work together, that we can't argue anymore," Legacy answers looking up from the paper before stuffing it into her chest pocket.
"Is that it?" Maya says.
"That's it," Legacy confesses. It can't be. She was reading for way too long for it to just say that? Something was odd. "So what were we talking about?"
"No, that can't be it," Scylla says. Thank snow he is not the only one that thinks that.
"Ronan," Legacy says, quickly alerting him. "Didn't you say you wanted to go somewhere new to set up the trap?" She asks.
No, he did not. He thought that but never said it aloud. "Yes I did," He lies. Something was up with Legacy. The letter said something odd, and he needed to know what. "Why?"
"Oh," She stutters. "When Scylla and I were walking around, we walked past a good place that might work for your trap!" Scylla looks at her oddly but does not say anything. Something was definitely wrong. What did that message fucking say? Legacy smiles randomly before quickly turning on her heels to start walking off past the tree line.
"Where are you going?" He calls after her.
"To the spot?" She says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Come with?" He looks at Maya and the twins from 4, all of whom shrug. They can all sense something is odd as well.
"Let's just go," Nereus sighs. "Find up what the mad girl is up to." Ronan is hesitant at first but finally agrees. They pull up the since forgotten Vivian and walk her with the group following Legacy to wherever she may lead them. Whatever was on that note made Legacy think a different way. Something important had to be on that. What on earth did her mentor put on the small letter.
A/N: um so hey its me again lol. i know I was meant to do 4 povs but i literally did not know what to put for the 4th pov. so I took it out and said fuck it, its my story. i can do what I want! so i am posting 3 lovely povs for you to consume. i hope you enjoy these as much as i do! what do you think legacy is up to? where do you think astoria will go? what will happen to the boys now? well, i guess you will just have to wait and see.
i also wanna say sorry bc this chapter should have been out before xmas, but i procrastinate lmao. n e wayz, an update should be coming out some time after the new year as well as a agmen update! so keep your eyes peeled. lets hope that with the new year, that 2021 will be better then 2020. cant wait to see yall next year, stay safe and sending love - cart :)
KILLS:
Emmi III
Legacy II
Vivian I
Nereus I
Ronan I
Scylla I
Owen I
Rowan I
The Arena I
OFFICIAL ALLIANCES:
1 Team, 2 Parts (Careers): Legacy D1, Maya D2, Ronan D2, Nereus D4, Scylla D4 & Vivian D12
Kind Killers: Oliver D8 & Ladon D12
Teenage Dream: Olivia & Austin D10
Loners: Emmi D3 & Astoria D5
