she said nothing

After speaking and seeing both of the district ten tributes, she realized how many people she had to outlast. There was the siblings from six, the careers (if they even were a thing), the ten/twelve pack, and anyone else who wanted her dead. Of course, everyone would want her dead here. This was a place for those who were sent to die.

Her surroundings were strange, and the landscape had an eerie feel to it. She entered a city after traveling through a forest. The city's gate had a massive hole, that had either failed to keep something in, or something out. Whatever it was, Deluna didn't want to know. What she did now was that, she was getting tired.

The city seemed to have been destroyed long ago, but the structures of things still remained. While it might not be smart to sleep in something like this, it was enough for her to rest. Her limbs were begging her to stop, feet dragging with every step. After a few more movements, she sunk down to the dirt and curled up in her own limbs.

Knees held close to her chest, the tribute realized how alone she was. The thought brought her back to her childhood years, trying to survive on the lonely streets of district four. People had no sympathy or care for her, just like now. No one from the high and mighty capitol would want someone clad in revealing swimwear to win something like this. Her thoughts plagued her mind as she sat, goosebumps visible on her skin.

The elements wouldn't be her friend in the arena, if anything would. Wind, that was cold. Water, was good for drinking, but could freeze her if it felt like it. The sun could burn her skin, and cause her more pain due to exposure. The earth was filled with trees and thorns, and well as stones that had embedded themselves in her feet. Whoever had taken her clothes was thinking things through.

Moving her joints, the girl decided to search through the rubble for anything useful. Maybe there would be something for her to use, anything. A piece of cloth could be just as essential as a stick, or even string. She ran her fingers over the dust and dirt, hoping that her finger would catch on something. After all, if this was a city at one point, surely someone would've left something.

As dust coated her fingertips, she thought that nothing could be found on this level of the house. She could've kept digging, but what sense would that make? Backing up to her previous position, she brought her knees to her chest once more. Preserving body heat would be important and difficult without much protection.

Hearing a snap, and then a crunch, she looked up with wide eyes at what had been a couch, but now was squished under sections of foundation. The building wasn't very stable, and the tribute realized that she should keep moving. Rising back onto her feet, she wiped some of the dust off her legs and arms. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed stairs to an upper level. Maybe she could find something up there.

Ignoring the idea that the second level would be more unstable than the first, she stepped softly up the stairs, trying not to spend too much time standing in one place. Once Deluna reached the top of the flight, she looked around the new level.

Each step sent her gaspingat her breath, hoping it would bear her weight. The home creaked at her existence, but she figured she would be alright after a few more confident moves. A beautiful sight met her eyes, not the possibility of a weapon, but sheets on the old bed. Sure, they were dirty and tattered, but they would provide more protection from the elements than her undergarment - like swimwear. Reaching for the thin sheets, she took them and fashioned them into a toga - like style around her body, covering her chest and thighs.

The vanity was her next thing to search. It's broken mirror and dust-covered wood almost made her pity it, for it was as alone and miserable as she was. The shards might've been able to be used as a weapon, but Deluna figured they could scrape her as simply as her enemies. The drawers in the vanity were another thing, almost untouched by people.

Smiling softly, she cracked open two of the drawers, hoping that something of use to her would be inside. Maybe a knife, or even just the blade of a knife. Maybe she could fashion herself a spear... using a leg of the vanity... and then some sort of blade. Her mind was buzzing with a way to make herself a weapon.

Exhaling once she opened the door, the girl shrugged to herself. Not everything could be handed to her, like it had been just here. The sheet was better than nothing. In fact, it was a heck of a lot warmer than her skin and swim suit, which was still underneath her makeshift clothing. Crossing her arms, the girl thought to herself about something else that she could use to fight with.

Looking at the legs of the vanity, the tribute knelt down and ran her fingers over the detailing. The wood seemed somewhat sturdy, maybe she could use it as a sort of club. If she could get it off of the rest of the furniture piece. First, she would have to get rid of the mirror, so it wouldn't fall and break holes in the flooring. Taking great care, she removed the shards from the top of the vanity, leaving the frame of what had been the mirror on top.

Next, she set the vanity on it's side, shutting the drawers with the hand written letters and sewing supplies. Now, the question was if she could get the wood off. Gripping the leg in one hand, she used the other to support herself against the vanity. After her mental countdown, Deluna pulled, hoping it would give way.

Sighing as the vanity refused to move, she ran her hands over her new toga clothes to wipe the sweat off of her palms. Maybe she should check the other drawers, just in case they had anything else. After all, it wouldn't be that much time wasted if she didn't find anything of use. She opened the two drawers on the other side, then decided to go back to her work.

The legs of the vanity were long and straight, and hopefully would work for her task. When she was younger, and made her first makeshift spear for food, the wood she used was driftwood. That, of course, didn't last long but it did work for a day or two. Hopefully this wood was stronger and more durable.

Placing her hands back in their original spot, she inhaled, and then exhaled as she gave the wood another firm tug.

The smile that was on Deluna's face quickly disappeared as she felt herself being thrown against the flooring. She cursed as she felt her foot give way through the wooden panels, stuck in the floor. The girl hoped no one had heard that, because if they had, she could easily be picked off with her foot stuck. Looking around, she glared at the wood in her hands, which got her stuck in this mess.

Using her weight to push upwards, she tried moving her foot out of the hole she created. Hopefully she could get it out, and then spend the nighttime here or in a different house. Either way, she had enough of this house, no matter the fact that it had given her much needed supplies. Ignoring the pain in her foot, the girl pulled upwards, hoping it would give way.

occ: deluna opened two more drawers, if possible. anything in them?

Deluna was happy that she could move her leg up a little, but her foot was still stuck in the floorboards, almost laughing at her. The idea of getting her foot caught in the floor had occurred to her, but she was glad to have a type of weapon, and more protection for her body. It wasn't necessarily great protection, but it was something.

Looking over at the drawers she had managed to open earlier, she frowned. Beauty products offended her, and surely wouldn't be of much help to her in the games. Rich people had time for those kinds of things, but people stuck in floorboards surely didn't.

Now able to move her leg, she tried to move her foot again, hoping it would budge.

Deluna huffed as she had another failed attempt at moving her leg. It seemed like the gamemakers were enjoying themselves watching her dumbly fumble over something so simple. Angrily exhaling, she tried moving her leg once more. She wanted desperately to get out of here, and maybe move on to a different house, or just leave the creepy city entirely.

Deluna smiled to herself as she felt her foot loosen a little. Wiggling her toes to make sure she could still move it, she gave it a series of tugs. The first was slow, the second more powerful, and the last the strongest of the three. She just wanted to get out of here, or at least the floor.  

Deluna pulled her right foot to her body as soon as it was released from the flooring. She looked at the gaping hole that was left by her movement, and she rubbed her foot slowly. Her icy eyes traveled over the foot, checking for any damage. After looking herself over, she stood, wooden rod still in hand. Quickly, the girl scampered across the flooring towards the stairs, descending to the lower level.

Once on the bottom floor, she exited the house entirely. That was only one though, surely there had to be other items in the others? Searching for any movement as she went, the tribute entered another house. Deluna noted that this one seemed smaller, but might still have something in it. The night air was nipping at her exposed skin, and she realized that sleeping or resting would be nice too.

However, her drive for finding some more supplies was stronger than her need for rest. Deluna began looking at the floor of the house, seeing if anything could be of use to her.  

Deluna squinted her eyes as she noted a few things about the house. For one, it was smashed in one section, that made the house seem only half there. She could look in the rubble, maybe she would. Her eyes scanned the foundation of the house, checking to make sure this building was stable. It could easily kill her if she wasn't careful, like the last house.

None the less, she entered it more fully, glancing over the rubble for anything that stood out. She was also brushing over the 'floor' as she went, just in case something was hidden under the dirt that could help her. Personally, she hoped it wasn't anymore jewelry or makeup.

She came to the center of the room and kept looking around, unsure of what she would find in the house.