As the cannon’s boom echoes through the streets, Jessalyn Moore takes her walkie-talkie and investigates the casino while Castiel slowly makes his way around the buildings on the other side of the square.
Feral tends to Rosalie’s fever as they hide out in the library, and Kyrie explores the city for food and useful items.
Meanwhile, Linus Moore is keeping himself busy at the top of a highrise and Rose Becket is exploring her residential block, keeping herself out of sight.
Across the street, Nessa returns from a foray in the orchard to hunker down in a house.
Finnegan Joyce is busy being crafty and sneaky in the south of the arena while Carlotta Spats makes a discovery in the city hospital…
Thanks for your Task 7 submissions! I was away at family gatherings this weekend and therefore produced less than I would have liked, but know that I will be working
tiredly tirelessly to write and edit all the necessary material in a relatively timely fashion this week.
Thanks again for all your work and for sticking with the story! As always, I am looking forward to the development of these Games!
She doesn’t want to die. Not now, not after everything she has lived through. But as she allows methodical Paul to slide a loose bracelet onto her wrist, Rose Becket doesn’t know if she wants to live.
Corbin is lost in thought as McGann loops the thin leather strap around his shoulder, raising his arm through the loop and dropping it without considering the movements.
Different people laugh in different ways, and each particular laugh serves a particular purpose. Gigglers, chortlers, boomers, titterers, silent laughers—Carlotta Spats has seen them all. Gigglers, she sees as juvenile and feminine, chortlers goofy and unintelligent, boomers middle-aged and male, titterers airheaded, silent laughers loose and too easily pleased. Carlotta is none of these.
Rosalie blinks tiredly and allows Summer to lift her arm and adjust the loose fabric beneath. When he drops her, her hand flops to her side, the bangles on her wrist clacking against her hip.
Kyrie feels incredibly lost, and the last preparations blur around him as if the sights and sounds belong to someone else.
Jessalyn bounces on her toes and shakes out her fingers. Her energy is a living thing inside her, buzzing through her limbs and flickering in her mind.