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The room was loud and buzzing with chatter, music from the string orchestra on the stage echoing through the crowd. Hundreds of people talked, laughed, and danced. Everyone was dressed in either a custom tailored tux or ball gowns, holding champagne glasses and presenting themselves like nothing short of royality. The lighting was warm and attractive, the golden decorations and furniture were lavish and expensive. The atmosphere was anything but boring.
All of the tributes were treated and healed of injuries from the previous round in the arena. They had been dressed by the Capitol's finest stylists, dolled up be the most talented of makeup and hair stylists, and their gowns and tuxes cost a small fortune each. All of the girls wore bright colors, all of the men wore tailored suits. If someone didn't know better, it would have looked like they were enjoying themselves. It would have looked like they were as happy as can be in their pretty dresses that were supposed to say something about their personalities; something that linked them to the character that the Capitol citizens saw them as.
Aurora, however, stepped out in a daring black dress that she was forced into. It was form-fitting all the way to her thighs, then loosened as it fell to the floor. It left her looking curvy, despite the starvation she had encounter not days ago, and seperated her from the other tributes by a long show. Not because she looked better, but because she looked jut as dangerous there as she did in the arena. Hair fall down her back in waves instead of a innocent up-do, her lips panted red instead of pink. The stylists had an obvious angle for the surprisingly threatening girl. They said they wanted her to seduct the crowd, yet remain a mystery, hence the color of her dress. She was a walking wild card, a person who the Capitol men wanted in their bed and the tributes wanted dead.
However, Aurora felt insecure. She was not this seductive, mysterious girl that everyone wanted her to be; what her character was. She was simply scared, worn down by the Games. She was quiet, always had been, and now her silence was looked upon as manipulation. Of course, she did play the game well so far. People had doubted her, but she was a fighter. She wanted to get home to her family. She wanted to suvive for them, and only them. But ever since she picked herself to go into the arena that faithful day, ever since she was marked the top killer in the Games, every since she murdured her own district partner (a boy who grew up just down the block from her) in order to get away from his dangerous grasp on her neck, she was marked as some one to watch and to be aware of. And judging by the looks of her fellow tributes, they were already planning a way to finally get rid of her.
She wondered if people realized how scared she was, just like the rest of them. That when they said her name with venom in their voice; they knew that her name came from her mother's favorite childhood fairytale.
Walking straight over to a waiter with champagne on his tray, her heels clicking against the marble floor, she grabbed a glass and downed it. She would need alot of alcohol to get through tonight and the rest of the intermission, that was for sure.
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Bimo was unhappy, very unhappy, in fact he was down right pissed off and he made sure the people around him knew it. He had been forced into a tux, and warned not to take it off. They where lucky he hadn't, but with every passing moment he was getting more and more furious. This was the fourth quarter quell, a mockery, a hell on earth. They had changed the age limit from 12-18, to 16-20 years ago, so even though he was nineteen he had not been spared. It was a joke that he was there in the first place. Because of the rules of this quarter quell the person who's name was drawn, had to choose who would go. A boy from his sector, a massive bully, had been drawn, and he knew the instant that he saw those smug eyes look at him, that he was doomed.
So there he was in the games, not drinking, not eating, sitting in a corner and ignoring everyone growing more and more furious. He sighed a little and snarled as a young Capitol woman came over to flirt with him. He was known as The Mercy, because he had let three other contestants go, had not killed them. He was the lowest count as of yet, with only one kill. Every time he remembered it he felt sick, the way he had sliced through her belly, the way she had screamed and tried to pull her innards back into her own body.... he snatched up a glass of wine and sniffed at it before he suddenly tossed it to the floor, glaring around him as the crowd fell silent.
You people make me SICK! he hissed, his voice low, but the rage in it making it even more frightening than if he had been screaming. you sit here in your lavish lifestyle, eating and laughing and drinking yet out there thousands are DYING of starvation just so you can wear pretty whore clothes! several people gasped as they realized he had just called them whores, pressing hands to their lips, inching away from him. we DIE for you and then you bring us here to make a MOCKERY of us! You people should burn in all the holy HELLS! he kicked over a table, scattering food everywhere and causing some of the faint of heart to shriek in terror as he stormed through the crowd, shoving anyone who got in his way to the floor, uncaring if it was man, woman, child, or victim, fighting back the tears that wanted to come to the surface.
He didn't care that he was technically breaking the law by ruining the party, they wouldn't dare try to stop him lest he get hurt and be at an unfair advantage in the fights. He forced his way out of the crowds, giving a particular hard shove to a giggling woman, the silly thing clearly thinking it was all part of a show. Well clearly she realized her mistake when she spilled onto the floor and shrieked when he stepped on her hair on his way past, abandoning the party to go to the small area in which all the contestants could go to have silence and piece. There where twenty four tiny rooms, but they where mostly private, he went into the one that had The Mercy printed on it and slammed the door closed, pressing a hand to his face, the stress of the Games where beginning to take it's toll on him.
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Aurora watched the commotion of one of her fellow tributes, her eyebrows creasig in confusion. He was the boy from District 5, she believed, but then again, she had not spent much time trying to get to know any of her competitors. It was useless, really, because they would all be gone soon enough. One by one, they would disappear with what the Capitol thought was their disposable lives. However, she remembered this particular boy because he had made himself just as famous as she. While she was making a name for herself, gaining the title of "The Traitor", he was doing the opposite. If the rumors were true, which they probably were, he had been letting his victims go. He had been sparing lives, which while is not breaking a rule, it's defeating the purpose of the Games. "The Mercy" had become a fan favorite for his compassion, a heart throb amongst the Capitol women, and none of them seemed to realize his actions were his way of being defiant... Aurora already hated him. While the Capitol swooned over his hero-like character, they basked in what they thought was her mysterious, dangerous quality. She was the villian that everyone loved to watch, because she was so unexpected, and she loathed having such a reputation. Didn't they realize she had no choice in keeping herself alive? Did they not realize she had a family to get back to?
Yes, Aurora hated "The Mercy". He made her look just as evil as the Game Maker himself.
However, the scene that unfolded in front of Aurora was quite unexpected, creating confusion to spread across her face. She did not flinch once during all of the shouting, the crashing, or the screaming. Instead, she looked on with pure indifferent. Maybe this boy was not as soft as he was made out to be, just like she was not as brutal as she was depicted.
The President went up to the stage, made a few jokes, distracted from the maids that quickly cleaned up the mess, and the room was back to its busy self. People continued to dance, drink, and eat as if nothing ever happened... Well, except for Aurora. She was baffled, trying to figure out what was going trough that boy's head. Didn't he realize that the Games could easily turn out of his favor if he angered the President? He was good as dead, she thought. What a shame.
Now, why she did what she did next, Aurora hadn't a clue, but she grabbed one of the full unopened bottles of champagne off a table and two glasses before heading down to the Tribute Suites. Stopping in front of his door, she sighed, knocking softly. As soon as the door opened, she knew exactly why she followed him.
She was lonely, and she was falling into a pattern than many deperate tributes did at some point. She craved human contact, a person who understood her pain, and despite how she hated the way his angelic reputation made her's look so much worse, she had a feeling after his outburst that "The Mercy" might 'get' her more than she thought.
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Bimo hated his name of 'The Mercy', he couldn't bring himself to kill someone else, couldn't bear to let the one person he loved to see him as a murderer... but that was all behind him now, she was dead... the only person who he had ever truly cared about, the only person he had ever loved... the only woman, the only living thing that loved him back, was dead, starved to death without Bimo there to hunt for her. He felt rage boiling inside of him, hatred for all those people out there in their stupid dresses and he unleashed a short cry of fury as he started to rip the clothing off his body, stripping the silly, flimsy clothing. He had been dressed in white, to make himself look angelic... he hated white, white was empty, nothing... white was where you went when you died.
He froze when he heard someone knock on the door and he ripped it open, panting softly, clearly having some sort of breakdown for the wildness in his eyes, the rage in his face, and the long scratches he had given himself ripping off his shirt, which hung in tatters around himself. ...what!? he demanded, tears in his voice as he stared at her. what do you want!? but he knew what she wanted... he wanted it to, he hissed softly and turned away from her, heading deeper into his room, swallowing thickly as he sat on the bed and his his eyes with a hand as he sighed. this place... it's a madhouse.. he whispered. they wouldn't be out there... laughing and drinking... eating, if it was them and THEIR people out there being slaughtered. he growled, glaring at the floor before he looked at Aurora.
i'm Bimo. he stated suddenly. i'm from district five. he greeted her, holding a hand out to her. please... I join me? I don't want to be alone tonight. he admitted softly. i can't bear to be alone anymore... he admitted softly staring at her with eyes that glowed like emeralds. just for one night, I want to feel human again. he admitted softly taking her hand in his, practically shivering at the contact. just one night. he pleaded, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her, his hand around her wrist, holding her tightly but not painfully. Whether he would let her go if she said no it was impossible to tell, but he was as desperate as she was for the comfort of touch, and while he wasn't a virgin, he didn't want to die without having sex one more time, without being able to hold someone, one more time.
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Aurora looked him over, yet to have said a single word, and noted the frustration, the saddness, the rage in his demeanor. She noticed the tears the formed in his eyes, the flush that rose to his cheeks from the previous tantrum he had presented. It was obvious that before she walked in, he was haing quite the meltdown...
A frowned crept across her lips as she made her way over to where he sat on the bed, head in his hands. Gently, she placed the wine and glasses over on his dresser and went to sit beside him. As he looked up at her with those big green eyes, her heart fluttered a little. She wasn't sure if it was from attraction or sympathy...
"They are monsters," she agreed, her voice no louder than a whisper. When he held her hand, she didn't move away. It was felt too good to touch another being with out it being harmful to deny it. Instead, she rellished in it as she looked him in te eyes while he spoke. His words made her shudder, knowing exactly what he meant. Part of her wanted to say no, to tell him it was not a good idea to be giving in to such awful temptation. That this was the first sign of coming to the awful realization that their time was coming to an end.
However, his lips covered her's before she could protest. Sighing into the kiss, her body took over, trying to feed to her craving for human contact. She barely knew this boy, just now figured out his name, and she was giving in to their sexual desires. Why? Because she felt his pain. They were connected in a way that only fellow tributes could be subject to, and she could not deny this to him. She could not deny this to herself.
Pulling back, Aurora looked deep into his eyes and frowned. "My name is Aurora," she breathed, biting her lip out of habit. "I... Are you sure?" Swallowing, she reached up and wiped his eyes, hating that she thought so little of him before. He was so obviously hurt, and so was she. Her eyebrows creased, and suddenly she remembered how much she wished to be held by someone before... Well, before it was too late. "I... I- I'm a virgin."
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he smiled a little as she kissed back, enjoying the sweet sensation that he so missed. He licked his lips a little and stood up, shedding his destroyed shirt before stroking her cheek. i have never been more sure of anything in my life... but are you? he asked, giving her a chance, one chance, to walk away, though they both knew neither would walk away from this without succumbing to their needs and wants. a virgin? he asked looking started before kissing her gently. i will be slow, and careful. he promised. He wanted to take her, hard and fast like an animal, to take out his rage on her slender body, but he wouldn't, it was not her fault that they where in this hell. He would offer her all the pleasure she deserved before she, and he died. He intended on taking his own life, holding his blade to his heart, and taking away the peoples pleasure of watching him die. It would ruin their games, his suicide, and he knew it.
He took his time, undressing her gently, kissing her often, tangling his tongue with hers as he shredded the flimsy material that they used. Material like that would never have stood an hour out in the real world, he just tore her clothes off, and she didn't even have a scratch or a scrape to show for it. He gently spilled her onto the bed, kissing his way down her neck, pausing to suck there, but making sure to leave no mark before he traveled lower, kissing and suckling on each breast, leaving a lone of small hickeys along her sensitive flesh before stroking each nipple with his tongue, taking his time with each to show her the pleasures of her breasts. While he lavished her mounds with attention his hands trailed lower, stroking her ribs, across her hips, stroking down the tops of her thighs before traveling back up the inner, ticking the soft flesh as he grew hard in his passed pants, running his fingers slowly along her crotch.
if you wish to stop, now would be the time to say. he whispered suddenly, his emerald eyes looking up at her again, licking his lips, waiting for her response. As soon as he had the go ahead he traveled lower, his fingers stroking along her lower lips and gently stroking the clit until his mouth was there, his hot breath ghosting over her flesh. He was a complicated fellow, everything he did seamed to contradict itself. He was so gentle with her despite how angry he was, and with every touch he gave her, he himself seamed to calm down, and even with how needy he was, he was... teasing her, giving her all the pleasure she deserved for her first time as his tongue finally snaked out and stroked along her flesh, stroking along her, teasing the clit for a long moment with the flesh of his hot, wet, warm tongue before it delved deep into her rubbing and tasting the never before touched places deep inside of her.
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Aurora was scared, never having been intimate with a boy before. Yes, she was eighteen, but in the districts, there was little time for romance. In fact, there was little time for anything but work and sleep. So when he started to tear her clothes away hungrily, she bit her lip in fear. What was she doing? She was giving herself to a stranger; a boy who knew nothing about her. Nothing at all. Yet, part of her yearned for his touch - Well, anyone's touch - and his innocent green eyes led her to believe this was her best shot at some kind of romance, even if it is short lived. Even if he would probably be thinking of someone entirely different as he held her close...
"You don't even know me," she murmured as her dress hit the floor. Letting his lay her on to the bed, she kissed him back with urgency, knowing they may not have much time. "I'm the most dangerous tribute in the arena, don't you remember? Wouldn't you rather have that sweet girl from District 8?" Her voice started to faulter, getting husky and filled with moans as his lips traveled down her body. Never had she had a man's lips on her breasts, sucking at her nipples greedily. It left her in complete euphoria, her eyes watching his everymove. When he started to touch her pussy, rubbing it in a way that she only did alone in the shower, she had to bite her lip in order to not cry out. Her hand went to her head, tangling with in his hair, and held his face close as his tongue pleassured her. Soon, her hips were bucking, feeling a something pulling at at her abdomen from with in. Her breathing was starting to come in fast, ragged pants and she got up on her elbow, finding it incredible erotic to watch him as he licked her most private spots.
"Oh God," she groaned, her hand started to grip his hair with a little more force. Part of her felt dirty to be on a man's bed with in five minutes of knowing him, but what did they have to lose now? Nothing, that's what.
"Just... Oh, just becareful, okay?" Aurora whimpered, pulling his face from her pussy. She didn't want to orgasm yet. No, she wanted it to be in a much more intimate, forbidden way. "And... And, call me by my name..."
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he smiled a little as he looked up at her. your not dangerous, not here... not now. he muttered softly. in the forest... maybe, but here... your just... lost, like me... alone... and afraid.. he nuzzled her, looking almost as lost and afraid as she was. i don't have to know you, to know you need this as much as I do... to know you deserve to be held and loved before you, and I, die. he muttered softly. He didn't know if she was going to die, she might, she might not, all he knew was that as soon as he was set in the forest, he was going to show them all the truth of what happened to people in the Arena. i don't want another girl. he whispered huskily. i want you... you understand where the others don't. he whispered smiling up at her before resuming his ministrations.
He smiled as he heard her calling to god, it meant he was doing his job right, he gave one last kiss to her clitoris before she managed to pull his head away, smiling at her as he leaned up an kissed her. it's going to hurt a little at first. he explained softly. but I will make the painful part quick, and I won't move until you tell me to. he promised kissing her again before holding her gently, pressing his face to her neck, kissing her as he lined himself up, rubbing his head against her cunt before slowly slipping inside until he heard her make any sign that he had hit her hymen, feeling the resistance gently before pulling back and driving forward, simply doing it in one quick motion and then holding himself still to let her recover, his mouth on her tits and his thumb on her clit to help her through the pain, gently nudging her breasts as he waited for her to say it was alright to move.
He moaned as he started to gently, carefully thrust in and out of her, gentle, and careful, slowly speeding up as she got used to it, moaning and groaning softly as he held her, kissed her, fucked her gently, stroking her body as he moved, biting her lip gently as he moved with her, panting against her. you feel so good Aurora. he whispered, kissing her again. your so wonderful. he whispered again. i'm close.' he muttered, warning her as he leaned up, supporting himself on his arms, angling and giving her faster, harder thrusts to try and drive her over the edge into that plain of never ending desire and pleasure, kissing her hard and stroking his thumb along her clit to help with that plan.
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Aurora nodded with trust as she felt him moving up her body, his mouth moving across every square inch of skin that she had. Her eyes stayed open, wanting to watch him and take in the moment to the fullest extect. He was right; she did want this as much as he did. She needed this as much as he did. And she was alone. Alone and afraid, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth and understanding of another human being. Part of her hated how right he was. She did not like to appear weak and vulnerable, but he seemed to have a knack at it. Underneath him, she was just another nervous girl. Not a murdurer, a traitor, a mystery...
Seering pain shot through her nether regions, making her shried into the night. Her breasts heaved as she panted, her eyes squeezing shut as she got used to his size. It felt incredible, a mixture of pain and pleasure. But not only that, it took her breath away to keep so close to someone...
Soon, Auror was left moaning and writhing under neath him, giving in to the feeling of his thumb on her clit, his tongue on her nipple, his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her hands reached up, clawing at his back as panted his name and unintelligable words.
"Oh, Bimo..." she murmured, "Oh, God, it's amazing..."
They were shining with a thin sheen of sweat, they moans, groans and breathing filling the room. Suddenly, she pulled him close, hearing his comment about getting close to his climax. Tears in her eyes, she leaned up to where her lips brushed against his ear.
"Please, tell me you love me," she pleaded, a tear running down her cheek. "I know you don't, and I know you never will... But it's just how I imagined my first time..."
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he panted softly as he kissed her intently, moving along her, groaning as he felt her, held her, stroked her, pleasured her, reveling in the knowledge that she was enjoying it, that she was near her first orgasm, that she felt just as good as he did. He moaned softly as her lips brushed his ear and he smiled at the hopeful order. i love you. he whispered softly back to her, thrusting slightly faster. i love you Aurora, forever and always. he whispered kissing her intently, knowing it wasn't true, but it felt so good, so right to whisper that he loved her, kissing her hard again before moaning as he spilled his seed, arching as he cried out in pleasure, uncaring that anyone could have heard him, still thrusting, making sure she came as well, that she reached those impossible heights and tumbled over and over, spinning into a realm of pleasure that had no end.
When they where both finished, he did something even more surprising, he laid down and tugged her close to him, holding her, comforting her and gent;y holding her hand as if they where lovers instead of strangers. stay with me, just a little longer? he asked hopefully, his thumb tracing her knuckles as he sighed softly. i hope you win. he admitted suddenly. out of everyone.. I think you deserve it the most. he admitted softly, kissing the back of her neck before closing his eyes, settling into a gentle doze, just holding her gently wand waiting for her to get up, or for morning to come, whichever came first. Tomorrow they where going to be back in the Arena, they would be enemies again, him with his sling and his blade, and they would begin to fight, and die all over again until the next intermission where they would play this damn game again.
i want you to have something. he whispered suddenly, emotions choking his voice now as he settled something around her neck. A necklace made of fine gold, a mockingjay pendant hanging off of it. it's the last thing I have of my mother. he admitted softly. i want you to have it... for luck... and so those... filthy capitol bastards can't have it. he muttered softly, gently putting the clasp together before kissing her cheek before laying back down, holding her gently, closing his eyes and sighing softly, his breath ghosting gently along the back of her neck as he settled into a gentle sleep.
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Aurora swallowed. This was all too much. She could not handle the saddness; the sorrow of her fellow tribute. His soft touch was so inticing, his words were so gentle... And she would never feel it again. In fact, what was most heart-breaking, was the fact that it was not real. They did not love eachother. They did not even know eachother. Soon they would be the arena, fighting to the death, and what would happen if she was forced to kill Bimo, the boy who took her virginity? The boy who gave her that last feeling of compassion before she was faced with death?
Laying in bed with him, feeling his arms around her and the rising and falling of chest behind her, Aurora started to feel nervous. Her hand went up to the necklace (a nice, expensive necklace that made her wonder how his family even aquired it) that was given to her by a stranger, a boy who wanted to her to keep it because he believed she had a large chance of living than he did. Why though? He appeared fit and strong. His odds were just as good as her's, if not more. So why would he not be the one determined to keep his pendant and take it home?
Aurora was crying now, unable to take in all of the emotion. Part of her was scared, part of her was sad, and part of her felt a surge of regret. She was that much closer to dying, laying in bed with a boy who was just as torn apart was she, as she gave him her virginty. She gave him a part of her that could never be taken back. All her life, she dreamed of giving it to someone she loved, someone who she thought she would be with for the rest of her life. Now it was gone, and while Bimo did a beautiful job in pretending that were old lovers as he thrust in and out of her, spilling his seed into her womb, it was not the same. Bimo did not really love her. In fact, she remembered the interviews where he was asked about the fiance he left behind that tragically died from starvation...
Standing up, not bothering to do it in away that would not wake him up, Aurora pulled the covers back and released herself from him arms. She sat up, putting her head in her hands, choking on her tears as her shoulders shook with her sobbing. This was awful... So awful. It felt good for a moment, worth it even, but now that she laid there in the silence, it left her feeling even worse than before. With a quick, uneasy movement, Aurora stood up and grabbedher dress off the floor, tugging it on and zipping it up the side. She grabbed her shoes in one hand, the bottle of champagne in another, and left ot the doorshe came in not an hour ago. She couldn't handle being around him. He made her remember just how sad she was, just how young and incomplete her life was. If she wanted to survive, to get home to her family. Aurora needed to stay strong.
With that, she went into her room and popped the bottle open. She sat in the middle of the bed, wrapped in her expensive dress, and drank straight from the mouth of the champange bottle. She waited for it to seep in, to calm her down and stop her from thinking so hard. A hangover, of course, was the last thing she was worried about.
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Bimo was silently crying even as she was, the slow trickle of tears falling down his cheeks as he held her close, holding her just so he could feel the touch of another for just a while longer. He let her get up, feeling guilty for taking her virginity, but not feeling bad about giving her pleasure. No he did not love her, but he did care about her a little, how could he not after the tender moment that they had shared? How could he not when she was now sobbing at the side of his bed. He hesitated, sitting up a little, uncertain as to whether or not he was supposed to comfort her or not. He watched her get up and get dressed and just before she left, a few words of last minute comfort left his lips. though the day is darkest, and the night filled with sorrow, good things always come after great misery. he whispered, words that his fiance's sister had told him, words from his father. He lay back down, and sobbed himself to sleep. They had one day left of intermission, he didn't know how he was going to handle another day.
He sighed in the morning, seeing a new fresh suit hanging off his door handle, well they could fuck themselves. Instead of getting dressed in the pale suit he grabbed his normal clothes, dressing in the tattered pants and the dirty shirt, staring at himself in the mirror for a long time before smirking a little as he shook his head, moving over to the suit he started to tear it apart, just so they knew he wasn't going to wear the shit. He reveled in the feeling of tearing something apart, destroying it, ruining something of THEIRS. He left nothing more than tiny strips of cloth, scattered about his room, and grabbed a handful as he walked out, handing the handful of strips to the butler waiting for him, the man looking shocked as he stared at his handful of cloth as Bimo stormed away in his district clothing. He was going to cause mass hysteria today, just to have one last little bit of amusement before he died.
He hesitated as he passed 'The Traitor' door and wondered if he should invite her along. She deserved to have fun too, before he decided not to bother her, she was probably sore, and unhappy with him. He sighed a little and headed out to get food, wondering if he couldn't escape? If he could find a way out... he could take Aurora with him, they could run away, go south, away from the Capitol and it's people, find help, find people who could come and slaughter every last one of those silly little twits with their fancy fucking dresses.... he could run away, leave, he could find food, he had gone out into the wastes before, found books, though he hadn't been able to read them they had bought him food for him and his fiance... he had not seen hints of other people, but maybe they where just very far away? He stood there, his eyes glossy as he thought, planning his escape. Screw suicide, he was going to get away! They where stupid, he was smart, he could escape, he was sure of it!
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Aurora woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, a soreness in her nether regions, and feeling up guilt. She suddenly felt like an awful person for leaving Bimo in the middle of the night, refusing him the human contact that they both craved. Something had snapped with her, unfortunately, that made her need to be alone. Maybe the Capitol was right. Maybe she was souless; a girl who murdured and gave the viewers exactly what they wanted to see. After all, it was obvious that her fellow tributes thought the same thing. At the ball the night before, she glared at her, planning the way that they were going to get rid of her in order to heighten their chances of winning. She was the ideal target, because she was the largest threat.
After taking a shower, Aurora's personal stylist came in a applied makeup on her wear face, curled her hair, then pulled it back in a loose, wispy updo. After being forced in a white corset and panties, Aurora was relieved to see that they decided to give her a break on the dark, mysterious wardrobe. Instead, she wore a light blue, thin sundress, a pair of nude colored heels, and assortment of bracelets, and a set of pink-hued jewel earrings. Around her neck, she still had the mockingjay on, but the stylist made her tuck it beneath the neckline of her dress.
She was expected at breakfast, she like the other tributes, so Aurora made her way down to the large dining hall. There, she sat amost other Capitol citizens, the President, the Game Maker, and the other tributes. Chatter was loudly buzzing through the room, but she kept silent as she sipped her coffee and ate her french toast. Her eyes glanced up at Bimo, who entered the room a few minutes prior it looks like, but she showed no emotion. She felt too guilty about last night...
And then yet, she felt a warm sensation between her thighs that made her remember exactly why she did it in the first place.
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he entered the room as he always did, with a scowl and a glare at all the 'popinjays' and sat down in the only chair left available at the very end. He poked at his food before finally giving in and eating, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape if he was starving to death. If he couldn't find a way out by the time he got slung back into the Arena then he was just going to kill himself... maybe he'd do it at night, in his room, instead of out in the Arena. Maybe he'd do it right there, in the breakfast dining room with their silly butter knives, or maybe he could find his knife. They had taken away their weapons as soon as they had been fetched out of the Arena, but Bimo bet he could find them,he was clever, he knew how to do things.
He looked down at the table and stared at Aurora, hoping to catch her eye, and once he had it he jerked his head towards the exit before getting up, purposely upending a plate of food into the lap of a woman, smirking as she shrieked and wailed as he practically skipped out of the room, almost chipper as he wondered what sort of chaos he could cause. He was going to do everything in his power to escape, and he had every intention of doing as much damage on the way as he could. His people, District five provided the power it took to run the shields, their electricity, their running water and their heating vents. Hell he had helped built most of the new power circuits that ran the Capitol. All he had to do was find the right wires, and instant, and total blackout. He had a feeling Aurora would enjoy causing mass panic before they either escaped or where flung back into the Area... or where killed by pissed off Capitol members, but that would ruin the games, and god forbid that happen.
He paused just outside of the dining area and nibbled on a bread-stick that he had taken from the table, well aware of how horrified the twits of the Capital where with his behavior. But he was not there on his own will, he was not a willing participant and he did not want to be there, and dammit he was going to stop acting like it. He was going to make these people understand how pissed off he really was by any means necessary... maybe, they seamed pretty stupid.
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Aurora watched Bimo with a creased forehead, wanting to tell him to stop. The scene was nearly as bad as last night, and this time, the people around the table were having harder time calming down. She rolled her eyes, watching him leave the room... Did he really think this would help his case? Help their case? The President was fuming at his end of the table, probably plotting Bimo's death, and it angered Aurora. Why was he doing this? Why was he making their situation more complicated?
She followed him out into the hall in a discreet manner, but the expression on her face read disappointment. When she was alone with him, the hal deserted with a door seperating them from the rest, she glared at him.
"So this is how you are going to solve our situation?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Acting like I child?"
With a sigh, Aurora put a hand on her forehead. "Haven't you figured it out yet? The only way to beat the Capitol is to beat the Game. The security is high here, cameras are everywhere, and the President is taking tabs. He's just going to make it that much harder on you, you know! And if you manage to get out alive, you will be lucky if he left anything alive for you to come back to."
Her eyes lifted up to him, and she swallowed back some unwanted tears. "We are not just fighting for ourselves, but for a our district, and we cannot change anything about our society while in the Games. One of us has to survive in order to make a difference."
Rolling her eyes, she walked toward a door that led out to the fenced in courtyard. She needed some air....
"I don't want to just survive the Games, nor do I just want to tell them to fuck off," she said, opening the door and looking at him over her shoulder. "I want to get home, and most importantly, I want to make sure that the 100th Annual Hunger Games is thelast."
And with that, she left, walking outside and breathing in the semi-fresh air. She felt bad for going off on him, but she had been holding it in for so, so long... His antics had finally set her off.
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he looked shocked as she yelled at him, his eyes wide. i... but! she just rolled over him and left him stunned, leaving him standing there, thinking about what she had said, sighing a little as he shook his head, setting a hand over his eyes. dammit Bimo... he muttered softly before he sighed, realizing she was right. Trying to escape would fail, it always did. And his plan to kill himself in the hunger games would do nothing to stop the games, would do nothing to fix anything. No, he had to do something else. And he knew exactly what. He headed outside after her and stood next to her, his emerald eyes watching the fake world that these people had created. it's disgusting here. he muttered softly. there's no grass or tree's... no animals... no sounds... he muttered softly, looking around and licking his lips. i'm sorry Aurora... your right. he admitted glancing at her before looking at the ground, hesitating. i... have to confess... I was planning to kill myself. he admitted. or try to escape somehow...
he sighed. i realize how stupid that is, how stupid I am.. was acting I... I didn't mean to upset you I just... we're not here willingly... we shouldn't have to play this damn dress up doll for them and I was upset... he admitted softly. learning that.... he swallowed thickly. Isalay was the only person who ever cared about me... no one likes me in my district... in fact they all LAUGHED when I walked up to that horrid bitch and took my place in the games... he admitted, his voice choked. they laughed, and... wished me a slow and painful death. he admitted swallowing thickly. i... decided something just now though. he admitted licking his lips again, a nervous habit. i'm going to help you win. he admitted calmly. i have no reason to live anymore, except for you. he admitted looking at her. your the first person to care about me save for my little sister. he admitted shaking his head a little.
i might not succeed, but I am going to protect you during the games, I have an idea. he admitted smirking a little. it might not be a good idea, but it is an idea... but one of us has to win to do it, because no one else would be brave enough to try it. he admitted softly. i mean... who would ever think that the districts could one day just pack their shit up and leave? he asked smirking a little his eyes narrowed a little. their useless without us right? They can't do anything, they can't even cook their own goddamn food... if we can just get one district to leave, the others will follow, and the Capitol will fall... right? he asked softly, glancing at her. would you be willing to try? We have to do something... we're all dying, starving, there's a cough spreading in my district and no medicine to stop it... I know that there's a rash spreading in district two, and it's killing people. Someone calls it 'pox', and the Capitol doesn't care because we can all be replaced... he sighed a little, realizing he was rambling. sorry... I... never can seam to learn when to stop...
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Aurora clenched her jaw, looking down at the ground as he talked, never looking at him. Her eyebrows were scrunched together in frustration, but she fought the urge to interupt him. She had to admit, the boy had a determination that put her's to shame, and his heart seemed so much more pure... When he mentioned his dead fiance, guilt settled in the put of her stomach making her regret going off on his in such a rude, heartless way. He was just sad, broken-hearted, and when he admitted his suicide plans, she sighed.
Her blue eyes glanced up toward him, and she frowned, shaking her head. "I'm not going to let you do that," she murmured, "I don't want you to help me win." Her stubborn side was showing, and she was sure that she seemed like that cold, heartless girl the Capitol made her out to be. "First off, we need to take everything one step at a time... You make a great point about the Districts leaving, but where would they go? The world is in ruins... We would never survive." Shaking her head sadly, she walked over to a little stone bench and sat down, her hands fumbling with her skirt. "And the last thing you need to be doing right now is ensuring your death, okay? Stop with the outbursts. You will never get out alive that way, and instead of putting all of your money on me, why don't we... create an alliance? We will protect eachother. No matter what, one of us need to leave that arena."
Aurora didn't like the deal she was making. She liked to fly solo, only depending on herself, but she knew he had good intentions. She knew he was strong and a good ally to have, so why not? Honestly, if she didn't win, she would be just as happy with Bimo making it out....
"And about last night," she whispered, looking down at her hands, "That was just a one time thing, right? The last thing we need is to... get attatched. We need to focus on the Game." Her voice shook a little when she said that, almost as if she didn't want to at all.
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he shook his head. there are places to go. he admitted. i've seen them in pictures. he admitted. if one of us could go out first and find a place, and then go back and take everyone there, it would easily be a paradise. We're all smart enough to do it, we have hunters, electricians, farmers, we have everything we would ever need right where we live now. We just take what we need and leave. he stated before smiling at her. besides, I want to protect you. he admitted. but I will behave. he promised calmly. i will do what they say, I will even apologize. he promised smiling a little as he sat down next to her, gently taking her hand to stop her from fumbling with her dress. an alliance? he asked curiously, his head tilted. ... you realize... it would only be the two of us... one of us would have to kill the other. he warned softly. unless someone got one of us first....
he sighed a little and stared at the ground for a moment before glancing at her, offering her a smile. if you want it to be only a one time thing, then it will only be a one time thing. he promised. but... you are my friend... I think. he admitted frowning a little. i'm not sure... I've never really had a friend before. he admitted before smiling. i was never focused on the game, so I won't be hurt by it. he promised. i care about you aurora. he admitted as he stood up and smiled at her. think of me what you will, but I do care about you. he admitted before heading into the dining area, where everyone had finally calmed down, only to tense as Bimo came back in.
i would like to apologize for my behavior. he stated calmly, looking around at everyone. i was... upset, and had no one to take out my anger on... I am sorry to have hurt anyone or upset anyone. he admitted hesitating before bowing his head to them and heading to his room to change into the god awful white suit. But he had promised Aurora that he would behave, and he intended on keeping that promise. He sighed a little as he reached into his pants pocket and examined the picture of his little family, his fiance and her sister, the only family he'd ever known and now both of them where dead... Aurora was the only emotional link to a person he had left. Maybe it was just because they'd fucked, but he really did care about her, and he would protect her, no matter what she said.
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Aurora had followed him, making it into the dining room just in time for his apology. She bit her lip, trying hard not to smile too wide. For some reason, his genuine personality made her a feel a tad better. Even among the death and torture, he seemed to still stand his ground on her beliefs. She respected him, and not that he took her advice, she trusted him. Eyes glancing around the room, Aurora noticed something... off. The tributes were looking at her with hatred, like always, but the President had another expression on his face. An expression that told her he noticed them disappear together. He knew that she had something to do with Bimo's sudden apology... Biting her lip, she wondered what the President was thinking. Maybe he thought she was on his side, swaying Bimo from making anymore horrific scenes to disturb the Capitol. Maybe he thought this was another one of her manipulative tactics in getting rid of Bimo, making him trust her only to kill him... Or maybe he realized they were teamed together, and he was plotting a way to end their alliance as soon as possible.
Aurora had started to walk to her room in order to change into clothes for her workout and training session when she noticed Bimo in the hall way dressed in his white suit. She smirked, walking over to him and giving him a once over. He was handsome... More than handsome, actually. And despite how much it looked like he hated that suit, he looked quite charming in it.
"It suits you, you know," she murmured, reaching up to straight in his tie. Her eyes held less sorrow in them as they did before, and they flashed up to meet his. "And... Well, I respect what you did back there." A small smile spread across her lips, and she finally dropped her hands from his white suit jacket.
With that, she turned to walk toward her bedroom, leaving the door ajar as she picked up her schedule from where it was placed on her bed during breakfast. Luckily, it looked like she was going to get to shoot her bows and arrows today in the training center before lunch.
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he sulked a little as he looked down at himself. i hate it. he admitted scowling a little. it's itchy. he growled sulking a little. and it clings in all the wrong places. he complained sighing a little. but I suppose it's only for one more evening. he muttered shaking his head. besides it's not that hard to fake an apology to nitwits like that. he admitted quietly so only she could hear him, smiling at her as he watched her leave, hesitating before moving over to her door. Aurora? he asked softly, hovering at the doorway. will you meet me tonight? One last time... we don't have to do anything I just... he sounded almost ashamed. i don't like to sleep alone. he admitted softly. and I've been so lonely I just... you can say no of course I don't mind but I... just needed to ask. he admitted smiling at her rather sheepishly before grimacing as he glanced at a clock. oh hell... I'm late for that last interview... just... think about it alright? he asked before vanishing down the hall to meet with the interview crew.
He answered his questions polity, apologizing again for his bad behavior again. Explaining how he and his fiance had met, they had an arranged marriage, ever since they had been in the womb they had been promised to each other but he had felt she was more of a little sister. He finished up with his interview and headed into the training arena for his own practice session with his cloth sling. He was already pretty good with it, he used it to hunt. Though he hadn't used it to kill anyone yet he knew it was only a matter of time. His blade was nice, but it wasn't long ranged, and anyone with another long ranged weapon would have an advantage if he didn't use his sling, so he practiced, determined to keep aurora safe.
He sighed once it was done and headed to the final party, dressed up as he was supposed to be, and he was perfectly behaved as he talked with stupid women and idiot men and drank copious amounts of wine which did nothing to get him drunk. It wasn't until later that he realized that the servers where making sure he didn't get anything but juice, fearing another outburst. It annoyed him, but he didn't argue it, he could get a wine bottle from the kitchens later, and hopefully, if aurora didn't want to be alone either, he would have company. He'd even be willing to sleep on the floor just to have company in the night before they all had to go back into the death and destruction. He just wanted to have a moment of happiness before he had to go and kill someone again.
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Aurora went down to the training room for a few hours, hitting targets with her bow and arrows. This was a skill she'd had since she was young; a skill that was already decent with out practice. However, she was intent on pefecting it. The weapon was something she needed most when it came to the Games, for if she was left to defend herself with only her body, she was good as dead. Being small in stature, Aurora was not a very physically intimidating person. But with her bow and arrow? She was one of the largest threats in the Games.
After showering and being dressed in knee length formal dress and heels, Aurora walked down the hall and joined the rest of the tributes at the finaly party. Her hair was down and wavy, like usual, and around her neck sat the necklace Bimo had given her. For some reason, she could not make herself take it off. It meant too much to him, and since he thought she was the person worthy to wear it (for reasons she was not sure of) she found her self becoming attatched to it.
Blue eyes scanning the room, Aurora saw Bimo from across the room and hesitantly walked over to him. When he confronted her in her room earlier, she had said nothing. She only listened to him, taking what he said into consideration, and before she could answer, he was rushing off. However, his words had burned into her mind, making her feel something she never wished to feel while in the Games. She was starting to soften toward Bimo, even though she was trying not to, and it scared her to think they would be pinned against eachother at some point. Would she be willing to kill him if she had to? Maybe, but the chances were starting to fade rather quickly...
"Uh... Hey," she murmured, offering him a little smile. In her hand was a glass of white wine, something she desperately needed. This night was their last night; their last night of safety until the next intermission, which could be two days from now or two weeks from now... Relieved that they seemed to be standing far enough away from most of the people in the room to have a little privacy, Aurora took a sip of her wine and raised her other hand up to the necklace he gave her. "I just wanted to let you know..." Her voice came out quiet and hesitant, for she knew she should be telling them that they needed to everything professional. They didn't need to get attatched and he needed to start realizing that both of them would not make it out. There was no point in trying to find the redeeming qualities within her, like he seemed to be talented at. However, she couldn't manage to say any of that because what he said was also true for her; she hated to sleep alone these days. "I'd like to stay with you tonight... If the offer is still there, that is."
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Bimo looked like he was on hell on earth, his eye was twitching but he was at least trying to keep his temper as he listened to some idiot twit chatter about how KIND he was and how MERCIFUL he was and how... he just wanted to punch her in the face, but he didn't, for one he was a girl and he was raised better, and for two he'd promised Aurora. The little twit vanished when Aurora appeared, fearful of harsh words between the two tributes. i will give you the world, for that one glass of wine. he pleaded, staring wistfully at her glass. they won't let me have any, they think my 'temper tantrums' are related to the alcohol.... I may have blamed the alcohol but it's making this all a lot more hellish than it needs to be. he admitted rubbing his aching head. do these people never shut up? he complained before pausing in his complaining as he realized she was still wearing the necklace and that she wanted to say something.
of course it's still open. he promised smiling at her. my door will always be open to you, your probably the only person in this room who won't actually stab me in my sleep. he admitted shaking his head as he reached out and stole a glass of wine from one of the waiters before they realized he was behind Aurora, downing the liquid and sighing. i wish they would end this, I'm exhausted he complained shaking his head. they had me in an interview for three hours asking me variations of the same damn question... how can people be this stupid and still be alive? he complained sulking as he looked around him. Being the last dinner, none of them where allowed to leave until the party was declared finished. you do look lovely in that dress though. he admitted smiling a little. i'd offer you a dance, but I think that would send more than a few people into heart attacks. he admitted yawning a little, the glass of wine helping him to relax just enough to feel more comfortable. how was your day?
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Aurora blushed a little at his compliment and looked down, her fingers rushing against the beading of the top of her dress. She didn't move when he grabbed the wine and downed it, not blaming him for his actions. The wine in her glass was only full because her stomach as too weak to handle it at the moment. Her nerves and her feelings toward Bimo (which were becoming more complicated every time she spoke with him) were taking their toll on her...
"Thank you," she murmured, at both his compliment and his acknowledgement toward what she had told him. He still wanted her to come see him tonight, a relief washed over her. But why? Why was she so happy to be with such a stranger? Was it because they felt such a bond that only the Games could provide? Yes, it was. She was desperate for affection; desperate for human contact. They needed eachother more than they needed air, for they were eachother's last chance at happiness before death. She was determined to not get to know him and not fall for him. It would hurt her too much to realize they would have no future beyond the Games... No, she just wanted the comfort he could provide at the moment, and she had no problem giving it right back.
Rolling her eyes, Aurora smirked and took his arm. She placed her wine glass on a tray of a waiter walking by and started to pull him out to the dance floor. "Then let's give them a heart attack, shall we?" she murmured, not knowing what had gotten into herself. As she knew was that she was placing his hand on her waist and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her body immediately started to move a slow, romantic song that was played by the live orchestra.... People stared. No, everyone stared at the two competitors dancing together; holding eachother. However, Aurora didn't care. At this moment in time, she was intent on savoring any kind of happiness she could muster up before the next morning.
The President smirked from the corner of the room, the wheels of his mind turning. Star-crossed lovers? Oh, this would make the Games very interesting, he thought. The viewers would eat it up, and the romantics of the Capitol will swoon over their heart-wrenching story. The reviews will be better than any of the past Games, and at the end, the President will give them the tragic ending everyone will crave...
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he smiled at her, looking pleased to have complimented her properly, he was not normally very god in that department, he almost always said something stupid. His fiance had found it endearing, everyone else had found it as a reason to go ahead and pound his head in. he was just glad that Aurora liked him just a little bit, he'd never had a friend before, save his fiance and she didn't count, they had been raised from the same crib, they where bound to like each other. He knew he was going to regret this later, knowing that eventually they where both going to be facing each other at the end, and eventually they where going to have to decide, between the two of them, who was going to die. But that was a thought for another time. He watched her set the wine down and sulked a little at the loss of the alcohol but his annoyance with the party was quickly swept away by Aurora pulling him away and onto the 'dance' floor, though no one ever danced.
He smiled as he set his hands on her waist at her insistence and he chuckled a little as he looked down into her eyes. you realize that this is probably going to come back and bite us in the ass? he asked amused as he felt the burning eyes as everyone realized why Bimo had suddenly started calming down, he had been tamed down by Aurora, his heart had stopped hurting so much and he had calmed down. Aurora had fixed something deep inside of him that he had never expected to stop hurting. it feels nice. he admitted softly as they circled slowly, other couples starting to dance, though Bimo and aurora where the only tributes dancing with each other, the others had found he smiled as he bent down, his lips brushing her ear. everything seams brighter when your around. he admitted before pulling away from her as another Capitol man tapped his shoulder, wanting to dance with Aurora. Bimo could only be glad that the people of the capitol where gentlemen, and would never try to 'cop a feel' as it where.
He himself went in search of wine and something to eat, nibbling only on the food he recognized and had seen someone else eat, wary of being poisoned somehow. He enjoyed another glass of wine and then ignored the alcohol, not wanting to get too drunk, as then he really wouldn't be able to control his temper, not that it was there. Aurora had done something to him and he felt like he was floating in clouds, he even smiled as the idiot capitol girls twittered his head off as he waited for the party to be put to an end so he could go to bed, he was so tired. He just wanted to curl up on the floor and go to sleep, and it looked like he wasn't the only tribute who was tired, three of them where sleeping at various tables and finally the party was called to a close when some of the waiters realized the tributes where not going to be entertaining the capitol anymore that night. Bimo was glad to move into his own room, stripping off his scratchy suit and wondering if he had the energy to take a shower before Aurora got there.
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Aurora was a little disappointed when a young, tall Capitol man decided to cut in and steal her away from Bimo. Sighing, she gave the man a smile and let him twirl her around the dance floor. For the most part, he was polite, and she only caught him looking her up and down once. He did not keep her longer than a few songs, and when he was finished, he moved on to another tribute girl. Apparently, he was a social climber. Nothing was better than getting to dance with a tribute, and he seemed to be trying to get a piece of all of them.
After they were dismissed, Aurora felt relieved to know she could change out of her dress and heels and into a pair of light blue sleep shorts and a matching tank top. Her hair still fell in waves, and she was too lazy to remove the makeup. What was the use? Washing her face that night would not prepare her for the next day. And, despite her insistence to stay nuetral when it came to Bimo, he found herself rushing to get to his room before it got too late. Luckily, she grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two glasses before it was shut down, so she halled it along with her as she walked barefoot down the hall.
Knocking softly, Aurora bit her lip. Was this a mistake? Would getting close to Bimo distract her from the importance of getting out of the Game alive? She suddenly realized that they would eventually have to decide who would live or die, and she was not so sure she could bring herself to kill him. He was too genuine, too caring... Maybe the Districts could use someone like him; someone who could convince them to riot, yet make them feel protected. She on the other hand was "mysterious" and her demeanor due to her reputation in the Game led her to be thought of as a person that people did not know whether to trust or not.
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Bimo was still half naked when she arrived, slightly damp, he hadn't taken an actual shower, he'd just stripped naked stepped under the flow of cold water to wash off the itchy sweat off of his body and then toweled himself off. He turned at the knock halfway through putting his pants on and smiled a little, hoping it was Aurora. it's open. he called drying his hair so that it stuck up in every direction as he tossed the towel onto the floor, showing off his body to her for the first time. They had been frantic the first time, so she had not been able to see, but like all district members his body was scarred according to his job. Spider web markings lined his body where heavy wires had either struck him, or laid on his flesh and burned him, or where sparks had landed and burned him. The power based district was by far one of the more dangerous ones, as the electricity and power they dealt with could kill with a single jolt. It was a miracle anyone from District Five was still alive. Still, the scars only added to his physical character, though they where quickly hidden by a shirt.
He smiled at her when she walked in, softening as soon as he saw her. you still look beautiful. he admitted smiling a little as he grabbed a wet wash rag, moving over to her. may I? I want to see what you really look like, not hidden by all that face pain these Twitters seem so keen on. he had decided to call them twitters, like the little twitter birds. Because they where just as flamboyant in their colors and just like the birds, they never stopped talking. He gently ran the cloth over her face, smiling as her face was revealed, making him smile. i knew it, you ARE more beautiful without the face paint. he teased smiling at her. i bet that feels better too, I can't imagine that stuff feels very nice on your face. he was chattering, nervous, unsure what was going to happen, not expecting sex, but unsure what she was expecting. he examined her face for a moment, wondering if he should really be trusting her?
He had seen her tactic, what if she was just using him, being nice to him to get his help only to stab him when he wasn't looking, stabbing him in the back in both senses. Part of him trusted her explicitly, but the other part of him was wary of treachery, and weary of playing the game already. He knew he had to be careful, his heart was already growing warm, fond of her, he might even dare say he loved her in some way, what way he didn't know. As a sister, as a friend, as a lover? He just hadn't had enough experiences in love to understand or know, but he knew his feelings where strong, driving him to do things he wouldn't normally do, like invite her back into his room, and agree to partner up with her. i'm scared. he admitted sudden;y, turning to look at her, blinking. tomorrow we go back into the Arena... and I don't know... what to expect... maybe, she might just give him answers. ... are you going to abandon me, or are we really going to work together?
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Aurora's eyebrows furrowed, the cool air tickling her damp face. He was so sweet, so tender about wiping the makeup from her face. She had not expected that action from him, and it left her stomach in knots. How would she ever betray this boy? Even if her life depended on it, Aurora was left wondering if she could even make herself harm him. Hell, she wondered if she could even stand to watch another tribute harm him, let alone herself. Shaking her head, she shut the door behind her and locked it, then walked over to a table that sat off to the far side of the room and sat the glasses down. As she poured them wine, she bit her lip.
"No," she answered truthfully, her face full of hurt. He did not make her sad, but the fact that her reputation led him to not trust her fully did. When she turned around to hand him his full glass, she sighed. "I'm... I'm not the monster they have made me out to be, Bimo. I never manipulated anyone. I never betrayed anyone! I just... I just did what I had to do, okay? Before I met you, I assumed everyone here was out for blood. I knew if I didn't kill them, they were going to kill me, and I can't leave my family alone in District 5 because I got soft hearted." She took a sip of her wine and let out a little sigh, sitting down on the foot of the bed and looking down at her bare legs and feet. "It's not my fault people underestimated me," she said with a little smirk. "They assumed since I look fragile, I would never survive. But I had three brothers. There was no way they would let me go through life not being able to take care of myself."
Aurora downed her glass, then moved to pour another. "Bimo... The reason I want to work together, is because if I die, I want to make sure that the person who lives will be the person who saves future young adults from this fucked up world. I want to know my family will live a life of happiness, not fear. Since that outburst you made in the ballroom, which I still believe was not your best move, I knew that you wanted the same things as me. You were fighting for the same reasons."
When she went back to sit on the bed again, her eyes lifted up to look at him. He was so handsome, so genuine... Maybe she was falling for him; maybe she actually cared about him. Who knew? But she knew these feelings could be dangerous. She knew they were in huge trouble the moment she felt herself wishing he would take her in his arms again and again, desperate to have him closer. "I'm scared too," she whispered.
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he smiled as he tossed the now makeup riddled cloth onto the floor and watched her every move, not afraid, or worried, just curious, as if he accepted his fate of being stabbed in the back eventually. He looked upset when he saw he had hurt her feelings and he grimaced at himself, shaking his head. i'm sorry Aurora, I know that I just... I talk sometimes and I don't think. he explained. i get slapped a lot. he admitted trying to lighten the mood with a joke. i know you won't betray me, I just wanted to make sure you where alright with working together... he took his glass of wine and downed it before joining her on the bed taking her hand carefully, gently stroking her knuckles with his thumb, listening to her talk. Aurora... no one will ever listen to me. he informed her simply, shaking his head. my own district LAUGHED, when I was picked as tribute... they laughed! Bimo was a strange duck there, and no one liked him for various reasons, some he wasn't so sure of for himself. if anyone is going to lead our people to freedom it will be you. he admitted simply. i'm week for being The Mercy... everyone will see me as week, week willed, and pathetic. he shook his head. you will be respected when you walk out of the Arena... they will know you are brave, serious, they will know that you can lead them to safety and freedom.
he smiled a little and shook his head before pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly. i'll protect you Aurora. he promised softly, licking his lips nervously. i'll make sure you win, no matter what you are going home to your brothers. he promised reaching over and grabbing the bottle of the wine and gently pouring her some more before adding more to his own glass, holding her with one arm as he savored the wine this time, his eyes closing as he sighed. it's a shame they pat us down, this wine would make a really good disinfectant. he admitted calmly, wondering how they where going to survive. can I tell you a secrete? Bimo asked softly, clearly half drunk, but still sober enough to talk and function properly. ... I know there are other places... he admitted softly. that's why no one likes me... because my father... wasn't from the districts... he was from the Capitol... and my mother.... wasn't from either. he admitted softly, swallowing thickly. she came from a place far away... and no one liked my father, and they where afraid of my mother... and that's why I know we'll be ok if we leave... because my Mother wasn't from here... part of him expected her to pull away from him, stare at him with the same shock and loathing as everyone else did when they found out, the only people who had never hated him had been his fiance and her elder sister, everyone else hated him just because he was of a strange bloodline, because his mother had been strange and his father had been the enemy.
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Aurora turned her head, looking up at Bimo with shock and bewilderment. Her eyebrows scrunched with confusion, and she held her wine glass tight between both her hands. She didn't pull away from him, not did she give him a glare. Her expression was full of wondering; trying to decide if he was telling the truth or if it was simply the alcohol talking. With a shake of her head, Aurora took a moment to let what he said sink it. Bimo did not present himself as a liar, even when tipsy.
"Your mother was not from here... And your father was from the Capitol? How did you even end up in District 5?" she asked suddenly, looking up at him. The only light in the room was from the book and a few security lights in the distance outside. She pulled away, but only to settle into her position on the bed with interest and curiosity. "There is a law, isn't there? Gah... I can't remember what it is. Something about children under the age of eighteen with Capitol bloodlines could be taken if they deem their parents are not alive or not fit, even if they have plenty of people to care for them in the Districts. I think it's their way of keeping their population going strong." Aurora shook her head, the waved away the thought. "I'm not completely sure. I learned it in school a few years ago... But, I mean... With a Capitol bloodline, I can't even believe they would have you eligible for the Games. They are so intent on keeping their heritage alive..."
She gave a little shrug, blushing from her rambling, and looked up into Bimo's green eyes. And then she remembered that lots of people who were born from Capitol citizens that had left to join districts tended to change their last names. Bimo may not even have a Capitol name, and with his parents being dead for so many years, he could have very well gone unnoticed... However, it worried Aurora a little. The Capitol had their ways, and they would find out eventually. They always did.
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he sighed and nodded, looking at her startled to see that she wasn't looking at him with horror or hatred. Maybe it was just because she didn't know him well enough? He wasn't sure but there had to be a reason shy she didn't hate him... right? my father took my mother there so she would be safe, the other Capitol's didn't know. he explained hesitating a little. he died of some disease while my mother was pregnant, they never knew that he had gotten someone pregnant as far as I know... that's why I have no last name. Mother was terrified they would take me away. she admitted. she promised me to another woman's daughter, so that I would have at least one friend growing up. he admitted. there is a law, I was always terrified that they would find me so I memorized it... he admitted swallowing thickly. any Child of a Capital Bloodline born outside of the Capital will be taken into the Capital for safe keeping until they are of an age to decide for themselves where they want to live. Meaning eighteen... but by that time their so brainwashed that the Capitol is the only place they want to live, they don't know anything else.
i'm eligible because they don't know that I am Bimo Achilles. Son of Caesar Achilles. he admitted smiling a little, smirking viciously. i plan on telling them the truth, either before I die or when we both walk out of here... I don't know how we'll get away with it, but I know that there have been other games where two tributes escaped Alive... if I could read I would have looked at their Archives... but I can't, so I didn't. he admitted sighing a little. my father and mother loved each other, very much. he admitted. but the Capitol would have killed my mother, Riverwind without a second thought rather than let ANYONE know that there are other places to go, especially the districts. he smiled a little. i'm nineteen now. he admitted. when I tell them, theirs not shit they can do about it, and it might protect any future children I might have. he admitted thoughtfully. i think anyway. As long as I have the bloodline, and I'm alive and married, they shouldn't be able to take my children away from me. he admitted smiling a little. i've always wanted children. he admitted.
He yawned loudly and groaned a little and rubbed his eyes a little, looking sleepy. ...tired. he admitted resting against her, smiling a little. aurora... if we both make it out of this alive... do you think we can still be friends? he asked hopefully. i'd like to court you, when we're both safe. he admitted calmly smiling at her. we could move far away, try to find my mothers people... they can't be all that far away right? he asked his head tilted as he blinked at her. i know I shouldn't... but I like you Aurora, a lot...
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Aurora looked up at him, a smile spreading across her face. He was hard not to like. His sweetness and determination for a happy life simple gave her a warm feeling, a feeling she never thought she would have while in the Capitol. Her hand grabbed his as she pulled him up toward the middle of the bed, laying down with her head on the pillow. Biting her lip, she looked up at him with something that had yet to appear in Aurora's eyes; innocence.
"I've always wanted children too," she whispered, smiling a little. "Something about the thought of having a little boy or girl running around a little cottage, having a husband that loves me and comes home from work every night just to be with us... The Districts don't even bother me, you know. I like having a modest lifstyle, but I want my children to be safe. I don't want them to live in fear of being apart of the Games."
With that, she frowned, but not for along. Her heart ached at his confession, and she suddenly realized she hoped for the same. It was a stupid wish, she knew that. They would not both make it out a live. The rules were very, very clear... But she found herself daydreaming like she used to do at home, being married and having children... And then she realized Bimo seemed to make the dream that much more vivid. While she had a hard exterior, and a stubborn personality that led her to want nothing to do with love, she craved it as much as he did.
"I... I..." she stammered, blushing a little. Wasn't it cruel to feed him such outlandish thoughts? To encourage him of things that would never happen? Maybe. However, Aurora took one look at Bimo and her heart melted. Something about him made her serious, harsh wall break down. "I would like that, if we got back home," she continued, her voice a hushed whisper. Reaching up from where she laid on the bed, her hand carressed his face gently.
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he smiled a little at her. thank you Aurora. he muttered softly. for not hating me. he muttered softly, so used to people hating him just because he was born, just because he was strange and different before looking astonished at the look in her eyes, his own widening as he stared into her, even as he let her pull him into a laying down position next to her, his head tilted a little before smiling at her, his face soft and affectionate, almost loving as he leaned over and gently kissed the shell of her ear with a small sigh. when we go back home. he muttered calmly. not if... when, if we have faith, then we will think much better, have better idea's... Isalay used to say, that there is no point in living, if you cannot think with an optimistic heart. he admitted smiling at her as he gently caught her hand in his, holding it gently before leaning over her, his eyes filled with passion, lust, affection, and protection as he examined her face.
He bent down and kissed her again, deep and passionate as he slowly started to tug her clothes carefully off of her again, starting with her shirt and giving her many chances to make him stop as he kissed and sucked all over her neck, his hands sliding up to her breasts, intending on driving her wild with pleasure again and again before they drifted to sleep, wanting to give her one more happy moment before the battles started again in the morning. i will never let anything happen to you. he promised softly, kissing her eagerly as he carefully worked her pants off, gently stroking her clit with nimble fingers. i will protect you, I will always protect you. In, and out of the games.
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Aurora met each of his kisses with increasing hunger, craving his contact and his comfort that he provided. His words gave her hope, and while she was too stubborn to believe his outlandish theories of them surviving and lving happily ever after, she found herself wanting to hear them more and more. Never had she been so wrapped up in another person; never had she given in to that butterfly-like feeling in her stomach before... But here she was, letting Bimo undress her, letting him embrace her, letting him have her in everyway. Maybe it was because she really was falling for him...
"When we get back home," she repeated with a heated sigh. A moan reached her lips as his fingers stimulated her clit, and her back arched off the bed, her chest moving upward and toward him. Within moments, her hands reached up to tug his shirt of his head, wanting to feel his body against her's. The heat it created gave her more comfort that she had ever imagined. She let him play with her body for a few more moments, his fingers making her sex wet with need. Panting with lust, Aurora moved forward to push him off of her and on to his back. Her naked body straddled him, and she took in his bare chest. The scars caught her eye, and without evening thinking twice, she bent down and kissed each one. Her lips were soft and gentle, her hands caressing his sides all the way until they reached his pants. When her mouth reached his neck, sucking on a sensitive area, her hands started to attempt to slide his pants down enough so that she could feel his member in her small hands. The last night, everything was so rushed. Their passion took over and they wasted no time. Tonight, she wanted to rellish in the moment.
"Bimo," Aurora whispered, her lips at his ear. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and her hands curiously fondled his cock. "I think I'm falling for you, and I'm not sure I want to... I'm not sure it's safe for us to love eachother."
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Bimo moaned softly as he kissed her gently, stroking her and teasing her, stripping naked for her, teasing her flesh with his fingers and his mouth moaning happily before gasping as he was flipped onto his back his eyes wide. what in the? he asked, utterly baffled as he raised himself onto his elbows, looking a little confused but curious. He had clearly never been ridden before. He groaned softly as she kissed his scars, arching gently against her and squirming with glee, he'd never had them payed attention to before, they where very sensitive, the nerves super sensitive because of the electricity, they often ached still, though they had happened years ago. Her light touches felt amazing, and he relaxed into her attention, smirking at her. i have decided you really are mysterious. he teased, grinning at her. one never knows what you'll do next. he teased groaning happily as she sucked on his neck, stroking along her sides.
He bucked into her slender hands, his cock thick and full in her hands as he pulled her down for a long kiss, blinking at her as he felt her soft fingers on his cock before rolling them back over, smiling at her, kissing her again. i think I'm falling for you too. he admitted softly. you make my world seem, perfect. he admitted softly kissing her. you make everything seem so bright and worthwhile... even this horrible Games seam a little more worthwhile, even if only because I got to meet you. he admitted softly. but... if you like, during the games, we can hide our feelings? he offered, slowly, gently slipping inside of her with a small sigh, feeling the pleasure engulf him. i would wait a lifetime for you. he admitted smiling as he gently rocked inside of her, moving slowly, carefully as he kissed her intently. we can show our emotions now, while it's safe... and during the games we can keep it hidden, pretend we don't have feelings for each other, so that we won't put ourselves in Danger he decided smiling at her. sound alright to you?
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Nora moaned, her breathing now coming out as labored pants. Her eyes closed in pleasure and her legs moved to wrap themselves around his muscular waist. As he gently thrust in and out of her, she kissed softly, savoring every touch of his lips. "Okay, Bimo," she whispered, her mind fuzzy from their current state, "Stop... Just stop over-thinking things, okay?" A smile spread across her lips as she leant up to kiss him again, her hands moving within his hair. Her body was now slick with their sweat and arousal. The moans that came from her mouth were now filled with desperation, turning into deeper, mangled groans. "Oh, Bimo... Oh, please," she whimpered, feeling her pussy start to throb around his hard member.
It was the first time that she thought it might not be the smartest thing to have him cum inside her, releasing his seed into her womb. However, reality kicked in and she realized it would not matter. Thier chances of surviving were very slim, especially with ten other tributes still alive, and getting pregnant was the least of her concerns. It was likely that she would not live long enough to realize her irresponsible actions had produced something even greater...
"Oh! OH!" she shrieked, letting out noises that she was sure people could here up and down to tribute hall. She did not care though. Holding on to Bimo for dear life, she let her climax take over and hugged him close, her lips at his neck. "Bimo..."
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Bimo moaned as he grimaced. sorry... sorry I always think to much... oooh you feel wonderful. he moaned holding her tightly and moving inside of her, thrusting and moaning. His mouth fell onto her breast, teasing her nipples with his talented tongue and groaning eagerly as she pleaded with him, his thumb settling onto her clit, touching and teasing her even as his thrusts sped up, moaning as he felt her throbbing around him. He cried out in pleasure as she came, yelling loud enough that he KNEW the others heard him, spilling deep inside of her. He was a smart boy, but he knew nothing about birth control, Isalay had taken care of that, taking the birth control pills that some of the Capitol 'spies' smuggled out for the few District members that could afford it. Bimo always gave all the money he made from finding books and other interesting things to Isalay so she could buy food and clothes.
He himself had never even considered how babies where made, he knew the basics, you had to have a dick, and a vagina, and it grew in a woman's belly but other than that he had never considered what would happen when he had sex, Isalay had never gotten pregnant so he wasn't even aware he was putting Aurora at risk by cumming deep inside of her. He had never needed to know. He sighed softly as he held her, staying buried inside of her as he held her tightly, listening to his next door neighbor fornicate with a small chuckle. well at least we're not the only ones doing it. he muttered softly as he gently tickled her breast. you should sleep... we need to save our energy. he muttered softly, nuzzling her neck gently. we need to be on top of things tomorrow... we could set up a base camp, and lay traps all around it... then we'd be safe, for the most part. he admitted. we'll make a sort of shelter, and wait for the others to kill each other out before we make our way out to deal with the survivors... it was a decent plan... but, in the end it would never work, the Capitol would never allow them to just sit there and be Idle, they'd release something to wipe out their camp and get their asses in gear.
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Aurora laid there in his arms, not moving an inch and panting heavily. She nodded, her eyes slowly closing as she rest her head on his upper chest. The sound of his voice, the feeling of his heart beat underneath her ear... It soothed her. With a soft smile, Aurora tilted her head up to look at the emerald green eyes before her. "There is no point on dwelling on a game plan," she murmured, "The arena is never what we expect."
Reaching down, Aurora grabbed the blanket and pulled it over body of their tired bodies before snuggling back into his arms. The innocent scene made her think of home, how simply life could be in the Districts. She was sure that if it were not for the Games, she would never have been drawn to Bimo. Always being so intent on being independent, she never felt the need to rely on someone for comfort. Now, Aurora could picture a like with Bimo. She could see them living a simple, free life back home. She could see them spending nights like this together reguarly... He was the type of boy that girls dreamed of having children with, if they looked deep within his sweet nature, and Aurora was no exception. However, she was better at shoving her feelings to the side if she felt they would only make matters worse. This was that kind of situation.
"I want you to promise me something," she whispered, looking into the darkness, her head resting on his chest. "Do not put your life on the line for me, alright? I'm strong. I can take care of myself. This is an equal partnership..." Biting her lips, she closed her eyes. "If you want to do me a favor, protect yourself. Ensure that atleast one of us makes it out."
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he smiled a little and nodded a little. this is true. he admitted softly. even if we do plan their going to throw some unknown twist at us. he complained shaking his head a little. their such dicks. he complained with a small sigh, gently nuzzling the back of her neck. we'll survive though... I know we will... somehow. he wanted to be with her, more than anything or anyone he had ever felt an attachment or an attraction to, Aurora was the one. He'd known it the second he'd laid eyes on her in the Arena, but he'd refused to admit it. Isalay had always believed in love at first sight, but Bimo had not, now it seamed like he was being proven wrong... again. He wasn't the sort to like people in any form, he wasn't the sort to care about people, but he wanted to take care of Aurora, he HAD to take care of aurora, because he had failed to protect Isalay, and he was terrified he would fail Aurora like he had his sister. He just hoped that he could pretend to not be in love with her while on the arena...
he paused, listening to her and then shaking his head. i can't promise that. he stated simply. i don't think before I do things, I just do them. he admitted smiling a little. i'll probably step in the way before I even consider the promise, but I'll try. he promised gently biting her ear. go to sleep. he ordered calmly. we can talk more in the morning. he promised calmly sighing softly. plus you have one last interview in the morning. he reminded her. they wanted to save you for last since your the most popular. he admitted wrinkling his nose a little. i think I might be in second... he admitted snorting a little as he snuggled into the bed a little and drifted off to sleep.
He woke her in the morning and handed her clothing over to her, already getting dressed, half asleep as he stuffed his legs into his pants. your interview is in an hour. he explained. i thought you might need some alcohol before you went on. he admitted smiling at her, setting his hand on hers. we're going to win... no matter what. he promised her before taking a deep breath. i'll go out first and head to breakfast... I'll see you on the battlefield. he promised, hesitating before kissing her long and hard before smiling at her. good luck with your interview. he sated calmly setting a glass of wine into her hands.
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Aurora winced and nodded with a little frown as she started to get dressed in her pajamas from last night. It was just early enough for her to dash across the hall and get a shower before her stylists had to fix her hair and makeup. A sigh left her lip as she stood up and kissed Bimo back equally as passionate. Leaving him broke her heart, making her realize how hard the incoming Game was going to be. Could she watch him get hurt? No, she couldn't. It was not safe to be so attached to to another tribute, she knew that, yet it was so hard to not like Bimo. His demeanor was so sweet, so sincere... He was a much better person that Aurora.
"Be safe," she murmured, "Don't do anything rash... And head East after the countdown. That's where I will be."
And with that, they went their seperate ways and Aurora went straight for her shower. She thoroughly washed her hair and body, forcing herself to not dwell on what was to come in a few hours. Her stylists fixed her hair into a low ponytail, gave her minimal makeup, and dressed her in a part of dark jeans, leather books, a jade green sweater and a black, durable jacket. She was dressed for the arena. No fancy, glittery dresses; just strong clothes that would keep her safe in the wild.
The long awaited interview of Aurora Carington was taking place. She sat in a armchair next to the excited reported, and her expression remained stoic and strong. Her answers were simple; It was true that she had the highest kill count and the largest threat. She was there to win, not for the glory but to get back to her family. However, when she was asked about her sudden impression on Bimo, Aurora was stumped. It took her a moment to find an acceptable answer that would not drive them into deeper trouble.
"If I do not make it out of the Arena," she murmured, "I believe Bimo will. He's been sorely under estimated." With that, reporters eagerly went to work on writing in their notepads. It was that moment that Bimo had become just as exciting of a "character" to the Capitol as Aurora.
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Bimo chuckled a little and nodded. i'll try. he promised. east. he agreed, vanishing to look for his own stylist, letting him dress him in a dark sweater and a leather jacket with simple jeans and horrifyingly they made him wear shoes... still he could use the shoelaces for something he supposed. He let the guards lead him down to his starting gate. Instead of releasing them all at once, each Tribute had a gate that they exited out of. The gate they left out of changed every break so they didn't know the surrounding area, but Bimo knew that already. He accepted his knife, his sling, and the heavy rocks he had found. He was glad he didn't have to find new ones.
He sat there and waited, smirking a little as he shook his head a little as he watched the interview, chuckling a little as she watched the interview. way to go Aurora, now I'm a target too. he teased the Television shaking his head a little as he looked through one of the books in the little room he was waiting in. to keep fighting down and sabotage to a minimum the Tributes where separated the hours before the Arena opened again. Bimo was glad for the quiet time, even if he knew he was already being watched by the cameras. He didn't care about the cameras, he only wanted to win and be free with Aurora. Soon enough the doors slid open and he gathered his weapons and inched his way out, looking around cautiously before darting for the woods. The 'meadow' around the woods where dangerous and filled with beasts, you couldn't stay there long or you would be ripped apart by beasts.
He raced for the woods, diving into the woods just in time to avoid the striking Talons of a massive bird, the creature's head diving in after him, but he was quick and was already gone, racing east and freezing when he saw two Tributaries already fighting, wrestling on the ground, trying to strangle each other. Part of him contemplated taking one of them out while they where distracted, but his conscience won and he looked for a way around them, not wanting to get involved until he was with Aurora. Killing someone was going to hurt, and he would cope better with Aurora there, just as he knew he would be able to help her when she finally killed someone. The guilt would be shared, they could comfort each other while still watching out for one another. He panted as he finally made it to the eastern sector of the Arena, his blade out and sling swinging in high arched circles, waiting to be ambushed by another tribute, trying to find Aurora and hoping those damn massive birds hadn't gotten to her.
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Aurora had managed to sprint east at the end of the countdown, runnng as fast and far as she could. The other tributes immediately turned on her, aiming their weapons at her as soon as they saw her. However, as luck would have it (for now) Aurora managed to slide past each one and climb up into a high tree that over looked a vast amount of the arena. Her eyes darted everywhere, her bow and arrows ready, and she prayed Bimo made it. What would she do if thee one person she trusted died before she could even say goodbye? Her heart was racing and her stomach felt sick.
Sure enough, Aurora saw him heading her way after about a half an hour. The arena was already starting to darken, which was odd. Usually the gamemakers kept it light outside for longer periods of time, wanting the fighting to last long enough to get good footage. However, as soon as she saw Bimo, she saw another tribute following him. The boy had a sword, ready to take off Bimo's head in an instant. Feeling a surge of panic, Aurora did not hesitate to raise her bow. The arrow whizzed past Bimo, nearly hitting him, but going straight into the heart of the boy behind him. He died instantly, and she let out a sigh of relief.
Jumping down from the tree, she walked over to him with a relieved expression. Her eyes shifted from him to the dead boy on the ground and a frown spread across her lips. Reaching down, she pulled her arrow from the boy's chest with a quick jerk, then looked back over at Bimo. "You found me," she murmured softly, slipping the arrow back into her satchel. Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around him, not being able to contain the happiness of realizing he was okay. It was to hard to hide her emotions after spent so long wondering if he ever made it out of the meadow.
Pulling back, Aurora was now close enough to him to where he could easily see the three inch long gash across her left cheek where the girl from District 8 through a knife at her.
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Bimo was panting hard as he ran, having full out sprinted the entire way, ignoring the camera's that where following him, not noticing the other boy behind him, pausing to take in his surroundings, his eyes wide as the Arrow whizzed past his face, cutting a long, thin slice across his chin, his head turning to watch the other fall, shocked and startled, his heart hammering in his chest. g...good shot. he managed to stutter, adrenaline coursing through him as he turned to face Aurora. thanks, I didn't even know he was there. he admitted wrapping his arms around her. was scared you didn't make it through the meadow... I almost didn't. he admitted. damn giant birds. he growled. with our luck those damn things are going to breed just like the mockingjays did. he growled with a shake of his head, looking around with firm eyes. we need to find somewhere to hide... it's dark already... and I don't like it... he admitted gently stroking the cut on her cheek.
with it dark already so soon, that meant that the Capitol had something new planned, something... nocturnal. come on, lets get n the trees, no one ever looks up. he admitted heading for the nearest tree, slipping up into the branches before pausing, looking up at the sky, hesitating. stay near the middle of the trees, we don't want to be picked off. he warned bring his lips. and we don't want to loose sight of the ground either in case someone spots us before we spot them. he doubted it, the trees where thick and the arena was getting darker with every minute. He reached down once he was on the first branch and helped her up as well, looking around nervously. ... I've never been in the dark before... he admitted softly, sounding... amazed. District five was never dark, ever. They where constantly lit up from all the power towers and electrical panels. The dark was mysterious to Bimo, who found it...exhilarating, and frightening at the same time. i don't like this, it's the middle of the morning. he growled, examining the midnight like surroundings. what the hell are they planning!? he demanded, swallowing thickly as he pondered the fresh hell that the Capitol had planned for them.
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Nora put a finger to his lips and narrowed her eyes, giving him a shake of her head. "Sh," she whispered, motioning around them. "You need to be more quiet. We are targets. The big birds in the arena are the last things you need to be worrying about. It's the other tributes that want to get us out of the way." With that, she moved her fingers south to gently caress the small gash on his chin. A frown spread across her face and she let out a sigh. "I'm sorry about that," she whispered, "Got a little too close, huh?"
Reaching down, Nora grabbed Bimo's hand and started to lead him deeper into the forest. "We need to establish distance, and we need to do it quick. The sun is setting rapidly and we need to get far enough away in order to find a safe place to hunt." In the arena, Nora was more professional; more serious. She was intent on not being distracted by her feelings toward the boy next to her. If they were both going to make it to the end, silly little emotions needed to be set aside. Right? Letting go of his hand, she loaded her bow and took care in moving with an extreme amount of caution. In a matter of a few hours, they managed to cover several miles and got into the more tropical area of the arena with plent of water and animals to hunt and eat for the night.
Once she knew that they were far from any other tributes, Nora turned to Bimo and gave him a little smile. "We will be fine... The are most likely making it dark in order to speed up the survival process. They want to see us make fires and what not. Fires always start battles since the smoke is an easy give-away of any hiding place." As she spoke, she walked toward the sandy bank of the clear blue water. Thirsty was a understatement for how Nora felt... And that's when she noticed the shift in the sand underneath her.
Blue eyes darting down to her feet, she noticed them quickly slipping into the earth. Quick sand.
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he blinked as he was stopped from climbing the tree and blinked again as she told him to be quiet, his head tilted a little as he blinked. He'd forgotten about the other tributes in his terror of what was coming in the darkness, flushing hard as he realized he'd probably done exactly what the Capitol had wanted him to do, and give away his location. He smiled a little as she caressed caressed his bleeding cut. you shouldn't touch it, the bleeding cleans it out, I'll patch it up later. I'd rather have a cut across my chin than my head off my shoulders any day. he promised letting himself fall back into the Arena mindset. thank you for that by the way. he stated calmly, quietly now, letting her lead him deeper into the more tropical place that he hadn't been aware of. He had clung to the edges, just hovering between forest and meadow eating the leftover from the giant bird kills, giant dogs and other birds, and once one of the birds themselves after two of them got into a fight.
He nodded a little. we will be fine. he agreed smiling a little. i'm clever, and your smart, your good with long ranged and I'm good with short ranged, we're practically built to kick ass together. he admitted with a small smirk. and it's a good ploy on the capitol's part. he admitted with a small shake of his head. the question now is, do we start a fire or sit the night in the darkness? both options where very dangerous. He looked at the clear blue water, feeling a twinge of unease, nice perfect water just sitting there? Doubtful... Nora wait... it's... he was going to say poisoned, he was sure it was poisoned but when he saw her ankles sink into the sand he realized it probably wasn't poisoned. shit, hold on Nora. Don't move an inch, the more you struggle the faster you'll sink, I'll find something to pull you out. he ordered and promised looking around for a rope or a thick vine before he realized they probably weren't safe either and grabbed a thick stick off of a nearby tree, rocking hard on it until it snapped and dumped him on his ass. He grimaced a little and rubbed his ass as he got to his feet again.
He scrambled to his feet and raced back over to Nora, testing the sand carefully with the tips of his now bare toes checking to make sure it was solid ground setting one half of the strong stick in her hands. Hold on tight. he ordered calmly. i'll pull you out. he explained digging his heals into the dirt and started to haul on her, heaving her out of the quicksand. It was a good thing he was physically strong because while she wasn't all that heavy, that quick sand had a tight grip on her. He pulled her close enough and grabbed her arms, buried almost to her hips he wrapped his arms around her, just under the armpits and started to pull as hard, the sand making strange squelching noises as it tried to keep her, keep sucking her in, and for a long moment, they where at a stand still, Bimo against the sand, the boy groaning as he strained, the sand suddenly releasing her, sending them both flying backwards, a loud yelp falling from his lips before he made a strangled noise as she landed right on his belly, driving the air out of his lungs, wheezing as he rolled onto his side, trying to gulp in air. At least Aurora was free of the quicksand... he hoped, he couldn't tell if she'd come out when he'd fallen backwards or not.
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Aurora's heart was beating so hard, she was sure it was going to pop out of her chest. Quick sand was a new one for the Games, for Aurora had never seen it in any re-runs of the older episodes. This was something crafted specifically for this round, apparently, and she felt stupid for already falling into the trap. Standing still and letting the san envelope her, quickly slinking up her legs as she waited for Bimo to fetch something to get her out, was the hardest part. The feeling of it was awful, making her seem helpless, and the seconds droned on like hours. Relief rushed across the pretty features of her face when he returned, and she grabbed hold of the stick without a second thought. It was odd feeling to be so dependent on someone; to just sit there while he put all of his energy in pulling her from the monsterous sand.
She landed on top of him with a thud, panting out of relief. She was too shocked to move, even when she was knocked to his side after her turned over to catch his breath. Her eyes glanced upward at him, barely able to make out his face in the darkness, and gave him a look of pure appreciation. He had saved her life through and through... If anything, Bimo was a quick thinker. Maybe he was right. They were a perfect match to survive the Games together, and that instilled even more fear within her. How far would the Capitol go to seperate them?
"Thank you," she whispered once he stopped coughing quite as hard. She eased herself to her feet and grabbed his arm, pulling him up with her. After brushing off her clothes and quickly checking to make sure all of her arrows were still intact, she started to move around the sand and toward a nice secluded cave. Her eyes scanned it, making sure no animal was living in it before entering. "We could probably make a small fire in here," she murmured, "The smoke won't be quite as dense and the cave with hold in some heat even after we put it out.... If you get the fire ready and keep look out, I'll go shoot down a few birds to eat."
With that, Aurora reached over and grabbed his hand, carressing it with her thumb. Something about her still had a hard time voicing her emotions; something still urged her to not grow soft toward her feelings for Bimo. However, after he saved her life, she felt she owned him a little assurance that she was in fact there to protect him as much as he was there to protect her.
"I'll be back," she whispered, "No longer than twenty minutes, I promise. If I don't turn up before then..." She shook her head, leaving her statement unfinished, and headed toward the thicker part of the woods. Her hunting trip was wuick and successful though, for she came back in about fifteen minutes with four small birds and a pocket full of nonpoisonous berries. When shee returned, she had a smile on her face and immediately went to work on plucking the birds of their feathers and taking a knife to their heads. Her hands were busy at work as she sat in the darkened cave, her facial expression casual. This kind of work was simple; something she did every day back at home. It actually made her feel at peace.
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he smiled at her, looking relieved, so relieved that she was alright as he struggled to sit up, coughing and wheezing to get his air back. no problem.' he managed to respond to her thanks, getting to his feet slowly with a shake of his head. next time, remind me not to gasp though... I hate loosing my wind. he complained cracking his back and shaking his head, following after her, looking wary about the cave. It was really very amazing Bimo had made it anywhere the first round, he was suspicious of everything. He hadn't even drank from a stream until he watched at least twelve others drink from it first. He had slept in the trees, and had avoided pretty much anything that another animal hadn't touched first. Good strategy... if you wanted to starve to death. He followed her into the cave and nodded a little. i'll keep watch. he promised. and yell if someone comes along. he promised looking around the cave for materials to light a fire, gathering only long dead branches and logs, using his knife and a rock to try and make sparks. It was so much easier to start a fire using a battery and wires.
By the time she got back though, he had two rocks and was showering a birds nest with some soft fluff in the middle of it with sparks again and again trying to get one or two of them to take hold, glancing up at her, his stomach growling as he saw the birds and doubled his efforts, bending down and blowing on the embers until it burst into flames, nearly taking his eyebrows with it. By then she had already finished cleaning the birds and was just waiting on him, he fed the fire little sticks, and then bigger until he had a large fire going, one that let out very little smoke. dead things don't give off much smoke. he admitted looking proud of himself for thinking of it as he prodded the fire and then stood up, examining a large 'trunk' that he had pulled out of the ground, pulling out his knife and started digging out the middle of t until he had something that resembled a cup. It wouldn't hold too much, but that was only if he could get to the water. i'll be right back, if I start yelling, my idea didn't work and I need help. he admitted offering her an impish grin before heading out and yanking down two of the long skinny vines, using his knife to cut them into more manageable sizes, making a face as thick green sap spilled out the ends, coating his hands. gross. he complained as he dug holes in the sides of his 'pot' turning it into something akin to a bucket with a handle.
Then he scrambled up a tree, he liked tree's, they where safe, nothing could make a tree not safe. He carefully inched his way out over the water using a long branch. Many of the nearby trees had thick branches that hung out over the water and Bimo was hoping to lower his pot into the water to get a good drink from it. He wasn't really all that shocked when it worked. He sniffed at the water, uncertain if he should trust it or not but in the end thirst won out and he took a long drink. He could get three swallows out of the pot like thing, which wasn't much, but would be enough for now. He lowered it into the water again and then carefully lowered it to the ground, carrying it over to Aurora. i have water for you. he chirped happily, offering her the pot. get something to drink because I won't be able to go back out there, it's too dark, I'll slip. he admitted shaking his head as he settled onto the ground with a small sigh. i'm so tired already. he complained softly. everything seams so much harder this round... quicksand... where the hell do those people get these ideas from?
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By the time Bimo was back with the water, Aurora had already cooked the birds through and started cutting the meat from the bone. She left two out to eat and quickly wrapped up the other two in the plastic that was in her backpack. There was not always going to be a safe time to hunt, and packing away extra food was never a bad idea. She made sure there would be enough for both of them; a protective instinct starting to grow for Bimo that she never knew she had. Not for men, anyway. Aurora had always been independent, and while she dreamed of having a family, she never went as far as believng it would ever come true. Her mindset had always been on survival, never happiness, and the emotions that were starting to develope where Bimo was concerned shocked her.
"I cook much better at home, I swear," she murmured, handing him the cooked bird with a smirk. "The leftovers are in my bag. Figured it could be breakfast."
Taking the little cup of water from his hands, clearly impressed at how he made it, Aurora took a sip and big bite of the bird. It was good, a little gamey, but better than nothing. It was funny how even though they spent several days in he Capitol eating fine food and drinking the best wine there was, that she could easily transition back to hunting and eating what they were lucky enough to find. The girl could be taken out of the District, but the District would never be taken out of the girl.
Nodding, Aurora scooted over to where Bimo sat, sitting close enough for their thighs to brush up against one another. She bit her lip and let out a sigh. The night was as dark as midnight, as if it shouldn't be in the middle of the day, but that meant that the next day would be even nearer and that they needed to be prepared for it. The time change could easily knock them off kilter, and that was probably what the Gamemakers were trying to do. "You're right," she murmured, "It is much harder... But that just means we need to go ahead and get some rest. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be rough." Looking up at him, she gave him a soft smile, noting that he already looked quite tired. The though of the next day scared her, but having Bimo near made her feel alot better. "We should sleep in shifts to be safe. You go first... I'm not that tired right now."
With that, she patted her lap, signally he could lay his head down if he would like. The fire kept them warm, but it was small enough to where she didn't feel the need to put it out quite yet. In fact, she liked the peaceful scenery it gave; the way it made Bimo's skin glow and how the heat seemed to comfort them.
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he grinned when she promised she could cook better at home and shook his head. i'm glad one of us can. he admitted. my cooking consists of burn outsides and raw insides. he admitted shaking his head. not a good way to start the day, especially with poultry or fish. he admitted with a face, smiling when she took the water. District five kids have to have good balance if we're going to walk the high wires over the electrical conduits. he admitted. like the tight rope walkers of before the war. he admitted chuckling a little as he shook his head. climbing trees is easy compared to power towers. he admitted nibbling on his food with a small noise of approval. this is tastier than I thought it was going to be, some of the birds around here just look... gross. he admitted wrinkling his nose as he ate some more.
i like this more. he admitted suddenly. catching our own food... finding our own water... instead of it just being handed to me on a platter. he admitted scowling as he contemplated the parties and breakfasts. ... it feels less like abandoning everyone back home. he admitted calmly. i hate eating in... that place, because I know everyone back home is starving to death... he sighed a little and offered the rest of his bird to Aurora. you should finish that, I've lost my apatite. he admitted moving deeper into the cave so he wouldn't be in her way if someone came along, but he did reach out a hand to gently touch her leg, feeling comforted by her presence. He didn't sleep for more than an hour or to before he gently gripped her shoulder. you sleep. he ordered, his voice strangely tense, probably having just had a nightmare of some kind. He settled out in front and watched the world around him, knife in one hand and his sling in the other, his eyes strangely cold as he studied the world, but gently stroked her hair as she slept.
She was woken after only an hour of sleep herself, by a strange noise, or maybe it was the sudden warmth missing from her side, whatever the case was, Bimo wasn't next to her, or even in the cave. He wasn't hard to find though, he was hanging several feet off the ground, his feet would barley touch Aurora's head as he kicked and writhed and made that strange noise again as he turned a strange shade of red. It would take a moment longer to realize what was happening, his torso and neck where wrapped tightly in the same thick vines that he had used to get the water with, the plant tightening hard around his neck and chest, strangling him viciously, leaving him to choke and gag, his eyes rolled in the back his his head as he tried to struggle, making those awful choked noises as the vines only tightened harder the more he struggled, a massive maw reaching out of the trees, a thick green slime spilling out of it's fleshy 'mouth, sizzling as it struck his shirt and skin, eating his flesh causing him to try to scream, his legs kicking even more as he realized that as soon as he stopped struggling, he was going in that acid filled mouth.
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Aurora felt safe with Bimo in more ways that one. She felt cared for, protected, and it was easy enough to trust him. After all, she put her life in his hands when she laid down next to him, her head in his lap, and it wasn't but a few minutes before she was drifting off to the feeling of him gently stroking her hair. It was such a simple way that he touched her, but it comforted her immensely. So much that she went into a deep sleep considering the atmosphere.
However, the sound of his choking brough her awake with a start. Her eyes flew open, and she immediately paniced. Bimo was no where to be found. Did he go off and get him self killed? Did he backstab her? Was it just a dream that he was there in the first place, and in reality she had been alone all along? All of these questions flew through her mind one after another as she jumped to her feet, grabbing her bow and arrows, and went to look for Bimo. Her heart raced and then eventually stopped at the sight of him.
"Bimo! Oh, God! Hang on, okay?" Panic raced through her mind and body as she looked at all the different vines, then the mouth. She decided that needed to be taken out first, and quickly loaded her bow. With a quick aim, she shot it straight into it's mouth, injuring whatever "it" was badly enough for it to let out a scream and loosen it's grip on Bimo. With a frown, she continued to shoot at it's acid spitting mouth, then put one arrow through the thickest vine around his neck. Soon, it dropped him to the ground, recoiling back into the tree it branched froom and leaving Bimo on the ground. Aurora ran over to him, a gasp leaving her lips, and she put his face in her hands, looking down at him with concern. Tears were in her eyes, to her surprise, and she leaned down to wrap her arms around him, despite how much he probably hurt, and started to cry in his shoulder. "Oh, God, Bimo," she murmured, "That scared me so much.... Why did you have to go off without telling me? What if something happened to you?! I'd be all alone..." She sniffed, then raised her face to look down at him. It was very unlike Aurora to burst into tears, which meant she was truly upset.
Standing up, Aurora pulled Bimo to his feet and gently walked him back to the cave, making him lay down as she stripped his shirt off. Tearing his shirt in strips (which was already damaged from the acid) she made little bandages to tie around his most injured areas. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffed as she nursed his burns, her eyes avoiding his out of embarassment. "Please don't do that to me again," she whispered, "If you need to go off for a minute, at least wake me up to let me know. Don't let me wake up to you being gone."
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Bimo was sure he had never ever felt so relieved to see someone in his life as he caught sight of Aurora. The brief glimpse was all he got as as soon as she shot the thing it's grip tightened and the entire thing began to writhe before it unleashed that horrible shrieking cry as it released him, dumping him on the ground where he gasped for hair, barley able to get a breath for a long moment, gasping like a fish for a long moment as she pulled him into her arms, pulling him into a sitting position, which allowed him to get a much greater breath, coughing hard. oh... god... thought I... gonna die. he admitted through deep wracking coughs. i didn't... go anywhere. he admitted. i stepped off to the left to pee and it grabbed me. he admitted still coughing and gasping for air, his purple face slowly returning to it's usually tanned complexion.
i'll try to be more careful. he promised smiling at her as he offered her a small kiss on the lips, gently brushing away her tears before standing up with her help, laying down where she ordered him to, watching the sun slowly start to brighten the Arena, the Capitol deciding it was time to wake up the contestants as he watched her strip his shirt into bandages. He winced every time she touched the burns on his arms and he offered her a small smile, stroking her cheek. hey... hey now, aurora shh. he ordered once she had his arm bandaged, pulling her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead. shhh Aurora. he whispered softly rubbing her back. i'm safe, see I'm right here. he murmured softly. you saved me, I'm not dead, or dying, and I'm not going to, I promise. he muttered softly, stroking her hair before pulling back and giving her a good long firm kiss, reassuring her that he really was fine. now come on, we can't sit here all day. he stated simply. the other Tributes will be on the move soon.
he hurt all over, but he knew better than to think he could just lounge all day and nurse his damages. The other tributes weren't going to care that Bimo was sore and hurt, they where only going to see it as an advantage. He sat up and twisted, cracking his back with a groan and then cracking his neck. lets get to breakfast and then head out. he suggested watching the light filling the Arena. i wonder how long the day will last, when the night was so short... he muttered softly. it will either be twice as long, or just as short as the night... whatever the case, there where going to be very tired tribute's... and when people where tired, they got stupid, and when they got stupid, they got reckless, crazy, and sometimes, even suicidal. we'll have to make sure to get enough sleep no matter what the days and nights are like., at least five hours, for the both of us... to keep from going luny. he checked the bandages on his arm, grimacing a little. thank you, by the way, for saving me and patching me up, you do good work. especially when they had no water, no bandages, or first aid of any kind. It was going to hurt, and probably get infected, but for now, it wasn't so bad.
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Aurora let him kiss her, comfort her, hug her. Not only did it feel good for once to have someone care for her, but it was no use to hide their feelings anymore. If anything, it will get them sponsors, because everyone likes a "underdog" in a television show. In fact, people like an ill fated couple of lovers even more. So of course the Capitol viewers would pay extra money to make sure they survived a little longer. They wanted their deaths to be more climatic.
"You don't have to thank me," she whispered, leaning into his arms for a few moments longer. Her head rest on his chest, her cheeks nearly dry once again. "You would do the same for me." With that, she leaned up and kissed his cheek before standing up and getting her head back in the game. She walked over to the bag and grabbed the wrapped up bird meat, heating it over the fire before handing him his half and stomping out the remains of the embers.
"You're right," she murmured, taking a bite from her bird meat. "We need to hurry and move on. Find some more dependable water and whatnot... As for the days and nights, I think the Gamemakers are trying to screw with our heads. Make our days and nights shorter so that it appears more time has went by." Shaking her head, Aurora started to gather her things and shrugged. "Maybe I'm wrong."
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he smiled a little as he cuddled her, gently holding her hand as he ate his half of the bird, before looking up at the sky. there's no telling what those bastards are thinking. he complained simply, shaking his head as he polished off the bird and headed off the branch to get some more water for the both of them, tucking the little container back into his bag once they'd both gotten their fill of water. He followed Aurora, letting her lead the way through the strange forest. For three days, nothing happened save for a small skirmish between Bimo and a district seven tribute, which ended in neither Bimo nor the other getting hurt, the other boy fleeing when he realized that Aurora had an Arrow aimed right at him.
With nothing happening the Capitol was getting bored, especially when Bimo and Aurora vanished into various caves to hide during the night and occasionally during the day. Bimo, as it turned out, was just as terrible a hunter as he was a cook. Aurora did all the hunting, and Bimo did most of the fire starting and water gathering. He had managed to take apart an old generator they had come across, after someone had attacked the generators during the Arena the Capitol no longer kept the generators that put of the shields on the inside of the Arena, he wasn't sure why they had been stupid enough to do that in the first place, but the old debilitated generator still had a large battery with life in it, making Bimo's fire starting job so much easier, all it took was the battery, two wires, and the fire was lit. unfortunately it seamed that it had given the Capitol... idea's, because on the fourth morning Bimo woke up to the smell of smoke, and not wood smoke... thick green wood smoke. He blinked stupidly at the roof of the cave and turned to look out the cave entrance.
For a moment he thought someone had set fire to the cave, flames where licking the edges and he frowned, sluggish with sleep he reached over and shook Aurora's shoulder. hey... there's a fire.. we have to get up. the smoke was making him tired and confused as it trickled in through the opening, making him cough as the fire outside grew. He stumbled to his feet, coughing harder as he shook Aurora's shoulder again,. hey, wake up! he ordered. there's a fire! We have to get out before it covers the entrance!
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Aurora woke with a start, looking over her shoulder and where Bimo laid beside her. Her eyes went wide, trying to soak in what he was saying. Fire? Fire! She jumped to her feet, frantically running around the cave and gathering her bow, arrows, and backpack. The coughing came quick, makng it hard for her to breath. Her eyes darted around the cave, grabbing Bimo's arm so that they didn't lose eachoter in the smoke.
"We've got to get out of here," she agreed, trying to remaind calm. She moved toward the mouth of the cave, and her eyes went wide at the sight. The entire surrounding area was in a blaze. Trees were falling and going down in huge thunderous sounds. The air was thick with gray, nasty fog... "Bimo!" she shouted, pulling him out and running along side him as fast as she could. Her legs were not very long, so running was a chore. "We've got to get down to the river!"
The fire was obviously generated by he Game Keepers, for it was moving toward them way to fast to be natural. Aurora was so hot she was sweating and her eyes burned from the smoke. By the time they got to the river, she jumped in, trying to get the smoke from her skin and eyes. When she resurfaced, she coughed and laid down on the shore next to her backpack, bow and arrows.
The fire was still going, but it managed to stop just shore of the area they got to. It was obviously a ploy to get them close to other tributes, for it had not been a few minutes before she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Eyes darting toward the sound, Aurora slowly stood and brushed her wet hair from her face.
"Someone is coming," Aurora whispered, looking over to Bimo with concern.
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he was coughing hard, his head higher than hers and was inhaling more of the smoke, it took him a long moment to realize that he needed to bend over so he stopped breathing in the smoke so badly, which slowed down his running as well. He was lucky that he hadn't set himself on fire as he ran along side his lover, diving into the river and coughing hard as he resurfaced, shaking his head hard as he continued to cough, spitting soot out of his mouth as he scrubbed his face and eyes, trying to clear the smoke out of his vision as he watched the fire stopping. son of a bitch we just walked right into their goddamn trap didn't we!? he demanded wheezing as he stumbled to his feet facing the footsteps. get behind me. he ordered panting hard. i'll get them on a direct assault, if you see a shot, take it, make sure you don't miss. he ordered smiling at her. it will be ok, just shoot them before they gut me. he ordered drawing his knife, leaving his sling strapped to his belt, it would do no good in a close combat attack.
He stepped out in front of her and watched as another male stepped out and Bimo groaned. oh son of a bitch... he complained softly as he watched the other heft a mace in his hands, the other from district three, at least Bimo thought he was from three, whatever the case was, the male now facing them Bimo had helped before the break. Bimo had yanked the other out of a pit trap, somehow, Bimo felt like the Capitol had done this on purpose, punishing him for saving people instead of killing them. He just knew it, so now he and this other boy where facing off, weapons in hand, eyes narrowed as they studied each other. sorry, but it has to be done. the other started, rushing forward with a scream of rage, Bimo yelling his own battle cry as he slammed into the other male, weapons striking each other, sending out a shower of sparks as Bimo grunted and pushed, both men struggling against one another, trying desperately to gain the upper hand. The only problem with this, was that Bimo was now constantly in the way of Aurora's shot.
They where both grunting and growling as they tripped and started rolling along the ground, Bimo striking without warning, the other boy screaming wildly as blood sprayed across the clearing as Bimo sink his blade into the others belly and jerked upwards, tearing through flesh and belly as he leaped away, wiping his forehead with his hand, not realizing that he had just spread blood across his face as the other boy screamed and rolled onto all fours, trying to hold his innards inside of his belly, Bimo's lip quivering as he gripped the other boy's hair and forced his head back, slitting his throat from Pulse to Pulse, the boy making terrible gurgling noises as he started to drown in his own blood for a moment before he went limp, Bimo letting off a small sob as he crawled off the other, cleaning his blade on a clean part of his pants before stumbling over to the creek and tried to wash himself clean, ignoring the bruises that where spreading across his flesh from the fight, and the three inch long gash across his chest from the mace striking him, he just wanted to get clean of the blood that was covering him.
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Aurora watched the whole thing with wide eyes, having her bow ready to shoot through the other tributes head. However, with their rolling around on the ground and lose counter combat, it was much harder than she thought to get a good shot. The fear of hitting Bimo was too great, and that lead her to simply watch with horror. The blood, the screams, the punching, the hair pulling... It was all so real; so graphic. No matter how many times you see a murder take place (even if you are the muderer) you never get used to it.
The sob that left Bimo's lips was the last straw. He was strong, brave, clever... However, he was human, and sensitive. It made her fall for him even more than he had over the past few weeks. He semed to have an effect on her that no on ever had before. Her eyes went soft and she put her bow down and walked over to the water bank where Bimo was now sitting. She crouched down beside him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head on his shoulder with her lips to his ear. She head him for a long moment before speaking in a soft voice.
"Shhh..." she cooed, kissing his cheek gently. "It's okay. You had no choice. You knew it would come to this."
She was cut off by a cannon signally they death of the tribute he killed, and she stood up so she coud crouch down in front of him, ripping a piece of her tshirt so that she could clean the cut on his chest. "I would have been dead by now if you weren't with me," she murmured, "A goner for sure..." After she managed to clean hit cut out really well, she looked into his eyes. There was a hint of sadness in them. "I used to not bother thinking about what I would do if I were to live through all of this. It was useless; false hope. But now... Now, I do. And the worst part is, when I think about what I want to do after all of this, it consists of you." Her lips trembled and she looked away from him, rinsing the cloth in the water. "And that will never happen, Bimo."
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Bimo was trying to shut down, struggling not to think, struggling not to feel anything as he washed himself clean from the blood, he wanted to curl up into a little ball and sob, but he couldn't cry in front of someone, and with the camera's there... they where always watching. He was trembling violently when she hugged him, and he tensed violently before relaxing into her arms, swallowing thickly. just because I had to... doesn't make it right... he whispered softly wincing as the loud echoing bang of the gong filled the air, closing his eyes, straightening himself so he could finish washing off, wincing when he hears her tear her shirt. ... you should be careful about how much shirt you tear off or you'll be as bare chested as I am before too long... he warned, not particularly wanting to share the sight of her breasts with anyone else.
no, you would be alive. he promised smiling at her. your strong and clever and smart. he admitted kissing her gently before wincing at the touch to his wound. ouch... that hurts a lot more than I thought it was going to... he admitted, feeling the soreness of the area. His entire chest was going to be a bruise when he stopped bleeding. He took her hand, stopping her when she began to talk about the future, and he smiled at her. there are others who have gotten out alive from the games. he admitted softly. many, many others. he admitted. i... looked them up in the library... some people threatened to kill themselves so that they both died... some where taken out for various reasons, at the end, when we're both still alive... we'll threaten to kill ourselves... and, if they refuse. he shrugged. i'd rather be dead, then live a life without you. he admitted smiling at her, bending over and gently kissing her again. everything will be fine, I am almost certain of it... he admitted before letting her finish cleaning his cut.
come on, the fire's dying down, I guess the Capitol saw what they wanted to see... son of bitches they all are. he complained helping her to her feet. lets find shelter for a little while and then find some food... I'm hungry. no matter how bad he felt, no matter how upset they both where, they had to survive to make it mean anything. Bimo was sure... he was certain one of them, could convince all of the villages to leave, all of the sectors to pack up their things, and go north.... to freedom... or was it south?... down the mountains. That is where they where going.. they where going down...
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Aurora let him help her to her feet and she looked up at him with soft, gentle eyes. He was so sweet, so determined... It made her heart ache to simply be in his presence. Was she falling for him? Maybe... As much as she feared the true answer to that question, she could not help herself when she was around him. Her usually cold, hard features visible warmed beneath his gaze. Even in a situation like this.
The managed to find a ditch-like area that was surrounded by a thick veil of trees. It would serve as protection and a nice hiding spot, especially since the sun was already setting. "Bimo?" she mumured after fixing them up a little area to sleep in. Her eyes darted around the small area, sure that even the tiny cameras of the capitol would not get a very good look into their shelter. Again, she felt that ache in her heart as she looked at him, and she thought she was sure that this was how he felt the first night the had sex; when he wanted to make the most of their last night. A familiar stirring was residing in her stomach, and she reached out and grabbed his forearm. "Are you attracted to me... really?" Her head tilted to the side, and her voice was low. "Or am I just... you know... a last resort?"
gpt
he smiled at her as he got to his feet, feeling tired and upset still but he couldn't let that get to him. he had to survive, for Aurora, so they could someday be happy together. so they could someday have a life together. his smile brightened as her chilly expression softened towards him, giving him everything he needed to know. she loved him just as much as he loved her. he followed her into the covered area, sighing a little as he settled down onto the dirt, closing his eyes, still struggling to contain himself, control himself. he desperately wanted to curl up with her, have a nice long slow fuck, and go to sleep with her in his arms. that aught to give the bastards a shock to the heart... but he wasn't sure that he could do that though.
he looked up at her when she spoke his name, tilting his head to the side as he studied her blinking as she grabbed him before smiling at the question. "no... i'm not." he whispered softly. "attraction doesn't come close to what i feel for you." he admitted slowly pulling her close, pressing their lips together tightly. "when i see you smile, my heart flutters with joy, when i see you frown i feel a deep desire to fix whats bothering you. seeing you, in any light makes me want to take your body for my own again and again in every way possible. your so good, kind, sweet." he murmured kissing her again. "you make my heart feel as if it's being squeezed until it's damn near painful.. and being away from you... makes me damn near cry." he admitted softly. "in all honesty Aurora, i think i love you..." he admitted softly. "i feel more for you, than i have ever felt for anyone in my entire life."