#catchign fire

Through exaggerated groans and aches of pain, Cody writhed on the kitchen table where Rain had carried him.  Through clenched teeth he instructed to Rain what to do before he could run out of blood.  He tied off the limbs and wrapped them in bandages, then used the sutures to keep it all together.  Rain helped Cody swallow the pain killers and carried him to a couch in the living room to rest.  

Saoirse meanwhile cleared the house of threats and attended to the kitchen to peek around.  There was a bit of food and water leftover and some spare materials, but it was the noise outside in the middle of the cul de sac that snagged her and the rest of her team's attention.  

Klaus reached into his first aid kit and took off Crona's swollen shoe.  His foot had been shattered and was the size of a fruit.  Crona only knew stealth so had to hand the kit to Crona, to attend to his own injuries.  

As Crona wrapped the bandages around his foot and swallowed a pain killer, Klaus took out their rations and shared it with his ally.  With two days of food and water left, they rest easily in the comfort of Klaus's tent.  

Eternity and Amity shared a look as they took in their teammates. After she peaked into her bag, she pulled out one of the throwing knives wishing she could just kill one or more of the tributes closest to her right then. Unfortunately that was against the rules. She rolled her eyes. “Let’s go.” She murmured into her brother’s ear as the other three seemed to be talking among themselves. Taking his hand, she dragged him towards the bridge leading into the jungles. She didn’t care if the others followed or not.

But Laeanna had planned on going to the jungle anyways.  She easily followed the District 10 tributes as they began their trek across the bridges.  

I'm like Katniss in that I love my alone time (or time with just a best friend or two) away from all of y'all's bullshit. I don't care at all about makeup. A lot of the time, I don't know exactly what's going on, so please, tell me the gist of what I'm supposed to do, and I'll take it from there and blow your mind. I'm also fiercely protective of my adorable as the opposite of Buttercup little sister, who is four years younger than me. If you touch her--nay, if you so much as think about talking shit about her--I will cut you so fast, Clove'll go "Dayum, girl!" Unlike Katniss, I would not feel at all conflicted or guilty about killing anyone in the Games. 

Like Johanna, I can be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but overall, I'm an ok person. I would leap at the chance to bury my axe in someone's face (or at least severely injure them in some other way, but you know what I mean). Unlike Johanna, I'm not confident enough to strip in an elevator, nor am I so emotionally detatched.