now when am I going to die?

Dane turned, thankful that his attack missed. Knowing he wasn't the one who landed the killing hit or the one who was really responsible for this death was a little better but he still knew he had something to do with this all. He attacked first, he Incited this brawl like the last one. But he kept trying to rationalize it all...these were the Hunger Games. These were the rules, this was the trade off for a chance at a life of luxury and a chance at life at all.

The canon boomed, echoing around them to signify the boy who he didn't know or really care to know had died; by their hands. But then another one, from somewhere else. Someone had just been finished off and with them there was a winner or two or even three of that fight. Someone who may be coming for them next. Should they look around these stalls which seemed to advertise food? Well that he wasn't sure about but some thing in the back if Dane's head said move on...but to where? Or was that a good idea? There could be treasure hidden in these booths just waiting to be unearthed. But what if someone heard the canon? Would they come this way. Too many questions, too many variables and too many opportunities for death in front of them.

Dane looked to his partner. Would she have any ideas at all? "Well Dollface? What should be do? Do you wanna stay here. Give me something to go on." Dane hated to do this, but he looked to her for guidance, for comfort, for something to clear his head. To level his emotions before he exploded.

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How funny it is to find yourself dying in almost less than one hour, in my opinion it felt more like ten minutes though that doesn't matter anymore. I'm dead. Tristan Planks, District Seven male of the 38th Annual Hunger Games is dead. My heart stopped and I am of no more. And I find myself in the arms of my mother yet again and it feels so ancient, being in her arms and being safe again, where I can be alone and I don't have to worry about the games.

I honestly expected to die, really. With the amount of victors we've had recently the capitol is probably fed up with victors from our district. The districts seem to be fed up with it too and I am not surprised.

I'm happy to be dead. More like excited and overjoyed. My mind and brain still seem to be running even though I am dead. I can't feel anything, I don't hear anything. Absolutely nothing. Just me and my thoughts. And I don't regret staying alive. I regret staying alive long enough. It was foolish of me to try even getting far, I mean, who would I even bother trying to win for?

Not myself, or my family. I'd be winning for nobody.

The cannon sounds and my world closed out.

I'm dead.


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And there's the familiar boom of another fallen tribute. I am glad I had this experience and I'm so proud of Tristan. He did amazing as my first character and last in the games. Rest in Piece, Tristan.

"You've got a point there Dollface. These games are a crazy thing." Dane grinned sideways at Luna'standing comment, or was it a joke. It was most likely meant to break the tension. Just like the joke he had made earlier was meant to do. Plus she had just said word for word the same thing he did, so it wasn't like he could judge her for that. But most importantly it was the first time beyond the fight after pushing her out oF the way that he had heard her really speak anything. He should be honored right? It meant she trust him at least a little or that she was at least comfortable enough with him to open her mouth and speak.

Luna had made a suggestion about them staying and looking around, and after she said it it was like the stalls them self had begun to speak to him as well as if begging them to check out what theyes had in stock. So with a shrug of his shoulders Dane began to look around. Then as if remembering something that had been lost he looked down to see the inflatable corn dog in his hands and remembering that the items had more treasure inside he ripped it open. Who knows what it held. He then pulled out the box of tarot cards to see what types of intricate designs might be printed on them. His curiosity reawaken ed now that he was free from the immediate threat of death.

After looking at his loot he peeked through some of the nearby stalls, opening a few openings here and there to see what treasures may be waiting for the duo in their travels.

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Dane couldn't help but sigh as the corn dog ripped open and revealed....a knife? But not a small throwing knife like the two Luna held in her hands but an actual knife similar to those back home. Even as he gripped the hilt it felt familiar and worn like he had used it before. But this wasn't food, and as his stomach rumbled he couldn't help but feel disappointed. He was hoping in some small way it would be like those nesting dolls, the kind where you open it up and inside is another smaller doll and then another and another. That was his hunger wish at least.

"Man, I shouldn't have ripped it, at least it was closer to food then this," He held the knife up as he spoke. Not like he didn't appreciate another weapon, but the pit in his stomach cried for more then mere steel. After he moved on to his next treasure, mainly to sate his curiosity he reached inside the box but didn't necessarily find a deck of cards waiting for him. Instead it was a can of beef or some other meat but that didn't stop the wide smile now breaking over the tanned skin of his face. Dane could feel the tension lift up and off his shoulders and his stomach released some of the knot in his stomach.

"Look Dollface! Looks like a couple of tributes are gonna be eating tonight! A real feast if you ask me, now we just need a couple candles and table and we got ourselves a romantic evening." Coupling that with a pack of buns that he had found and they may even be able to have a nice meal of bread and some meat. Maybe even make a sandwich. He looked over the bread making sure that it didn't look green at all, because the last thing Dane really wanted was for something like a little mold to take him out. Looking up at the stand the half faded words 'hotdogs' were painted on the once colorful and lively stall. Maybe there were more hot dogs, ones that hadn't been sitting on the floor for who knew how long and had probably now been touched by the blood of the now dead tribute? Dane took one more look around, seeing now what types of liquid may be in their reach because that would be the real killer, dehydration would always hit before starvation when you were left without both.

The bread in Dane's hands seemed sealed well enough and it didn't appear that any molding had happened in the time since attention was shown to this area of the arena. He could feel his mouth watering at just the thought of some food, and actual food like meat and bread not just an apple or small thing of flat bread like back home and his rations there. This was definitely the best thing that had happened to him in the games, maybe even in the top 10 moments in his life, right between some of his conquests and seeing his friend Derald return from the games. It was kind of funny now that Derald zoomed into his brain, they had been better friends when they were younger but time had matured them both....mainly him and that was of course to be expected. Dane though was more confused by why so many nostalgic thoughts had been coming to him lately, not that he wasn't interested in his friends and family but it wasn't always his first thought. Was the pressure of the games getting to him? Was the always sort of present mortality thoughts he had just taking a new form? He couldn't really place a finger on it...but something changed.

"Well, looks like we got food to stuff ourselves with. This'll be sure to give us a boost of energy and some staying power. I should at least get a kiss out of this, it was hard work providing." Wide as big as ever, Dane opened the can of beef using the knife he had and ripped open the bag of hot dog buns. Whatever they didn't eat right now could be saved for another time. The thought of that seemed to be a lucky break for the two who were ultimately still kept in a death match. Dane stuff some of the meat inside the pocket the bun provided and handed it obverse to Luna, then quickly fixed himself one; hands almost shaking from both excitement and extreme hunger.

The first bite proved amazing, then the second and the third. This wasn't even the best food he had ever seen or tasted(compared to the Capitol that is), but man did it feel like it in that moment. Dane leaned his back against the stall after not really seeing a place to sit down with his neck notched upwards a little and looking up at the sky that was now a very real presence over them. He had been underground so long it almost felt foreign to see the clouds and the sun peeking out behind them and to feel the slight warmth as the rays hit against his skin which had since the start of the games lost a little bit of its tan. Damn covered tunnels and houses made his once very much sun exposed skin turn a lighter shade then he was used to. He had been dang out unto nothing, daydreaming about nothing or no one. God when did he become such a thinker?

"So Dollface, I never really asked your name. I really wasn't that smart down in those tunnels after all. Now don't think that just cuz I know your name that I'm gonna stop calling you Dollface. But I figure I should know who I'm trusting up here." Dane turned his head towards her while keeping his body straight and still. "Plus there is some funky looking liquid right over there that I saw as I was investigating. Not sure what it is actually. What do you think?  We got a cup at least." Dane motioned towards the container behind him but waited for her response. He wasn't exactly jumping at the chance of ingesting the mystery liquid but he also knew that it may be the only type of hydrating liquid for awhile. He raised his eyebrows at her, unsure of what to do. Scared of what may happen to him if he tries.

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The funky purple liquid tasted like grapes and they gave no immediate reaction for now, but their thirst was easily quenched. Thought of course, it tasted nothing like what they were used to.

Just as they capped the lid back onto the sippy cup, both tributes' vision went dark as something was thrown over their heads, covering half their torso. All they hear was the giggling of children as they dropped down to the ground and felt themselves being dragged, the voices humming their own little tune,

"Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes they all died down!"
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