-arrival- [ Cashmere feels the breath ripped from her lungs as she collides with the ground. years and worlds away, she can still hear her trainer's voice echo through her head, screaming for her to get up! faster, faster, faster! there should be water, shouldn't there? that though comes secondarily. she should have fallen in the water. while she tries to work out the water situation (or lack thereof) she's moving on instinct, groping the ground for her knife and not finding it. she's on her feet before she can catch her breath. disorientation edges on panic when she realizes she's alone. where is Gloss? she has to find Gloss.
her surroundings make no sense. she quickly concludes the arena has changed. abandoned building instead of jungle. it will probably change again. ice mountain? desert? swamp? the Capitol's biggest hits starring it's favorite victors. typical.
is there anything useful in the room? she turns once and then again, eyeing it appraisingly but it appears to be just that: a room. what does catch her interest in the light from the hall. she stops before opening the door, listening. the other tributes could be on the other side but there's no sounds of a fight. Cashmere takes a deep breath and then she yanks the door wide open only to find more emptiness. down the hall seems to be her only choice, where she finds the suitcases - sponsor gifts already? she grabs hers, looks for Gloss' but doesn't find it, and has no choice but to follow the sign and hopefully find her brother somewhere along the way. ]
-lobby- [ still dressed in her arena unitard, Cashmere moves like she isn't sure if she's being hunted or she's doing the hunting. when she reaches the lobby, Cashmere freezes. there are other people but none of them are dressed like tributes and at a quick glance she doesn't recognize any of them. the room is a lot to take in at once. fireplace - possibly useful, but she'd need a stick or a torch or something. the doors also appear promising, but Cashmere goes for option three, approaching the nearest stranger from behind, dropping her suitcase, and grabbing them by both arms all in one swift motion. Cashmere's fast and strong, but she's expecting a fight so it won't be too hard to pull out of her grasp. after all, aren't they supposed to be putting on a good show? ] Where's Gloss? [ please excuse the crazy look in her eyes. ]
-later- [ the door to her room is open. anyone who happens by will find her methodically investigating every inch of the room and suitcase. the sheets are yanked off the bed, anything that can be opened has been opened. and the tablet? she noticed the camera immediately and threw the sweater from her suitcase on top of it. the contents of her suitcase are spread all over the room and she's still dressed in her arena unitard. her adrenaline high has faded and Cashmere's a little more willing to make nice with anyone who stops by, but it would be in everyone's best interest if those stopping by knocked first. ]
Cashmere | ota
[ Cashmere feels the breath ripped from her lungs as she collides with the ground. years and worlds away, she can still hear her trainer's voice echo through her head, screaming for her to get up! faster, faster, faster! there should be water, shouldn't there? that though comes secondarily. she should have fallen in the water. while she tries to work out the water situation (or lack thereof) she's moving on instinct, groping the ground for her knife and not finding it. she's on her feet before she can catch her breath. disorientation edges on panic when she realizes she's alone. where is Gloss? she has to find Gloss.
her surroundings make no sense. she quickly concludes the arena has changed. abandoned building instead of jungle. it will probably change again. ice mountain? desert? swamp? the Capitol's biggest hits starring it's favorite victors. typical.
is there anything useful in the room? she turns once and then again, eyeing it appraisingly but it appears to be just that: a room. what does catch her interest in the light from the hall. she stops before opening the door, listening. the other tributes could be on the other side but there's no sounds of a fight. Cashmere takes a deep breath and then she yanks the door wide open only to find more emptiness. down the hall seems to be her only choice, where she finds the suitcases - sponsor gifts already? she grabs hers, looks for Gloss' but doesn't find it, and has no choice but to follow the sign and hopefully find her brother somewhere along the way. ]
-lobby-
[ still dressed in her arena unitard, Cashmere moves like she isn't sure if she's being hunted or she's doing the hunting. when she reaches the lobby, Cashmere freezes. there are other people but none of them are dressed like tributes and at a quick glance she doesn't recognize any of them. the room is a lot to take in at once. fireplace - possibly useful, but she'd need a stick or a torch or something. the doors also appear promising, but Cashmere goes for option three, approaching the nearest stranger from behind, dropping her suitcase, and grabbing them by both arms all in one swift motion. Cashmere's fast and strong, but she's expecting a fight so it won't be too hard to pull out of her grasp. after all, aren't they supposed to be putting on a good show? ] Where's Gloss? [ please excuse the crazy look in her eyes. ]
-later-
[ the door to her room is open. anyone who happens by will find her methodically investigating every inch of the room and suitcase. the sheets are yanked off the bed, anything that can be opened has been opened. and the tablet? she noticed the camera immediately and threw the sweater from her suitcase on top of it. the contents of her suitcase are spread all over the room and she's still dressed in her arena unitard. her adrenaline high has faded and Cashmere's a little more willing to make nice with anyone who stops by, but it would be in everyone's best interest if those stopping by knocked first. ]