Stayin’ Alive || First Aid || Ximena & Ampere
Ximena’s gaze wanders as the trainer wraps up her speech. She has exactly three days in order to learn how to survive, how to fight, how to win. Sizing herself up to some of the other tributes here, the notion seems almost completely hopeless. She’s not fast enough, she’s not strong enough, she isn’t smart enough for this. A part of her, and no small part at that, whispers and nags at her to just give up. You’re a dead girl walking, don’t even bother.
In her head she can see her Papa, as he stood at the reaping, tears streaming down his face. He’d already lost Mama, he didn’t have to lose her too.
Back when Mama had been well, she used to bandage Ximena up whenever she had a bump or a scrape. She was no healer, but she knew enough to keep the infection from setting in, and to make sure everything healed as it should. The notion of killing made a shudder run through Ximena, so she chooses to focus for now on the art of living. Taking a seat at a long table littered with supplies, some of which she’s never seen before, she waits for instruction.
