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Naww, gonna miss you! But totally understandable :)
Rightio, cheers!
Max was excited. Today was the day. Today, she was finally getting out of the lab. Maybe it'd only be for a meal, an hour or less, then back to the stark white room; either way she'd get to see somewhere new.
She wasn't really supposed to know that she was getting out today, no one had expressly told her. But during one of her tests, she'd overheard some of the workers talking about it. They hadn't known she'd been listening, but her hearing was funny nowadays; better than before by far.
A knock on the door alerted her to the presence of a guard, and she felt a twinge in her stomach. Here we go!
She wasn't really supposed to know that she was getting out today, no one had expressly told her. But during one of her tests, she'd overheard some of the workers talking about it. They hadn't known she'd been listening, but her hearing was funny nowadays; better than before by far.
A knock on the door alerted her to the presence of a guard, and she felt a twinge in her stomach. Here we go!
Just wanted to check, are the lab-rats s'posed to have already had their DNA mixed, or is that yet to come?
When her mother died, Centiel went into a sort of emotional lock-down. She'd thought that she had cried herself dry nearly ten years ago when she lost her father, but it turned out that the pain of death doesn't dull. She all but stopped sleeping and eating, and only reported to work because she didn't actually have a choice. Unfortunately, her slump didn't go unnoticed; her productivity was suffering, and that was something that was never allowed to go unchecked.
In less than a week, she was demoted to miner and shipped off to some backwater asteroid facility, and it was made very clear that she was on probation; either her work picked up again, or she would be deemed "useless". And she was under no illusions about what happened to humans that became useless.
Centiel had had low expectations of what she would find at her new home; a tough facility full of tough people doing tough work. The whole prospect of the move was daunting. But now that she was here, she was starting to hear whispers of something; something big. Behind closed doors there was talk of revolt, an overthrow of the system, a human uprising. And that was something she could get behind.
So as she put on her rough, ill-fitting workers clothes and joined the other miners on their way to work, she allowed herself the ghost of the first true smile she'd had in weeks.
In less than a week, she was demoted to miner and shipped off to some backwater asteroid facility, and it was made very clear that she was on probation; either her work picked up again, or she would be deemed "useless". And she was under no illusions about what happened to humans that became useless.
Centiel had had low expectations of what she would find at her new home; a tough facility full of tough people doing tough work. The whole prospect of the move was daunting. But now that she was here, she was starting to hear whispers of something; something big. Behind closed doors there was talk of revolt, an overthrow of the system, a human uprising. And that was something she could get behind.
So as she put on her rough, ill-fitting workers clothes and joined the other miners on their way to work, she allowed herself the ghost of the first true smile she'd had in weeks.
"I don't know," Maele replied, throwing some more dry leaves onto the fire. "At least three are gone." They'd killed that many already. "Plus however many died at the Bloodbath. I suppose we won't know for sure until it gets a bit darker, and they show us today's dead in the sky. I didn't keep track of the cannons, too busy running." She fought back a shudder just thinking about the first rush on the cornucopia; the screaming, the death.
Maele warily watched Blossom sheath her weapon, and then took the other girl's hand. "Nice shooting," She said, gesturing at the wolves around them. "I for one am glad you're on our side."
Matt told them they should get back to camp, so Maele helped him carry the wolf, and she saw Blossom run ahead. Getting back to camp, they saw that the fire was dying down; so she let him finish bringing the wolf the last few meters and rushed back to the pit to raise flames once again.
Matt told them they should get back to camp, so Maele helped him carry the wolf, and she saw Blossom run ahead. Getting back to camp, they saw that the fire was dying down; so she let him finish bringing the wolf the last few meters and rushed back to the pit to raise flames once again.
As Maele ran through the forest, the flame she was carrying flickered out, and she cast the charred stick aside. "Hope the spear's enough," she said to herself. But when she arrived in the clearing, she found Matt surrounded by dead wolves, and above him sat Blossom, the girl from 12, in a tree. Was that a good thing? Was this new girl on their side?
Maele's questions were answered when she noticed the arrows sticking out of one of the dead wolves, and saw the bow in Blossom's hand. So the girl had been helping. Another ally, then. She felt a mixture of relief and regret. It was nice to have another person on their side; but what would happen if the four of them became the last tributes alive? Only one of them was getting out of this.
Maele's questions were answered when she noticed the arrows sticking out of one of the dead wolves, and saw the bow in Blossom's hand. So the girl had been helping. Another ally, then. She felt a mixture of relief and regret. It was nice to have another person on their side; but what would happen if the four of them became the last tributes alive? Only one of them was getting out of this.
Happy to have a job she could definitely do (and which would hopefully not lead to more killing), Maele set about making a fire near the shelter, starting by building a mound of leaves and sticks, and then using two more to get a spark going. Just as it was starting to catch, however, she heard a howl, very definitely coming from the direction Matt had gone in.
"Oh god, I hope that's just the one." She said, picking a branch from the fire, then blowing on it to keep the flame high. With her free hand, she grabbed her spear, and then raced in the direction she had heard the howl.
"Oh god, I hope that's just the one." She said, picking a branch from the fire, then blowing on it to keep the flame high. With her free hand, she grabbed her spear, and then raced in the direction she had heard the howl.
Sure thing! I'll fix the CS as well. When I say "some skill", I don't mean she hits every target with pin-point precision or anything, she's just pretty decent at throwing them, and usually hits her mark, or close to. She never had formal training, but she and a friend have practiced with knives for fun (competition, you know), and because it is always good to be prepared; have some form of self-defence.
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