ChibiMonkey
Why stop dreaming when you wake up?
When Gale mentioned how he was good at hunting and because of that was good at tracking, Finnick smiled a bit and nodded his head "That's good" he said, before turning his attention back in front of him towards the direction he could hear the water. So it seemed those in district 12 actually could have some talents that could be of use in the games. He felt bad for thinking that, since he started to like Gale and Lilly, and thought they were good people. But it had been the truth. Up until now, he'd always thought District 12 was the most useless and least prepared when it came to the games. And, theoretically, that was probably still true. But the fact they had to learn to survive without much modernized or industrial sort of help they could get, it seemed to come in handy, that they were well accustomed for living through hardships and looking after themselves.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he was just thankful that this teaming up seemed to be paying off and a good idea in the long run. As they approached the treeline to the river, Finnick glanced around, trying to see if any other tributes were either at the water, or, waiting for others to come to launch a sort of surprise attack. Once he couldn't see anyone, he turned to Gale "I'll head out first. It's possible others could have set up camp and hiding around the river, knowing tributes will likely come to it. Wait a minute or two to be sure no one is waiting to attack me, then we should definitely be clear for the moment if nothing happens" he said with a nod.
He waited for Gale to agree with the plan, before Finnick cautiously headed out into the slight opening beside the river's edge. He glanced around a bit, still being wary, before acting like he was letting his guard down, so if someone was waiting for him to do so, they would think they were in the clear to attack him. He knelt down by the water's edge, keeping alert as he cupped some water in his hands and drank from the pool gathered in his palms.
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As River agreed and assured her to get some rest, Lilly nodded her head lightly. She was incredibly thankful, honestly. She already felt like she was about ready to pass out, so now, at least this way she can say she actually fell asleep, rather than suddenly passed out unexpectedly. It sounded a lot better the former way. After checking with River, she shifted to get more comfortable. With the guys gone and it being just the two of them in the hideout, she could actually lay down on the ground a bit, and the cool dirt of the earth beneath her felt refreshing against her feverish skin, even though it probably wasn't all that cold. But compared to the stifling air around them, it was.
As she closed her eyes and got as comfortable as she could, she was ready to fall asleep, and forget the pain in her leg her her feverish temperature that was pounding at her head. As she closed her eyes and tried to rest though, her mind started to wander to darker places, and she started to worry herself again. What if this was some other sort of plan of Finnick's and Rivers? To separate them, and kill them off while they were separated so they couldn't defend each other? Right now, Lillian really was an easy target for River, and the fact she offered her to sleep...was she going to kill her in her sleep? What if Gale was fighting off Finnick right now?
Frowning to herself, her brows furrowed as she tried to shake such thoughts from her head. She was overthinking things, and getting paranoid. She told herself it was just the fever making her so paranoid. After all....why would they save them in the first place from the river just to kill them? Telling herself she was overreacting, Lillian tried to get some rest, but a part of her couldn't entirely shake the thoughts even as she started to fall asleep, unable to stay awake any longer.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he was just thankful that this teaming up seemed to be paying off and a good idea in the long run. As they approached the treeline to the river, Finnick glanced around, trying to see if any other tributes were either at the water, or, waiting for others to come to launch a sort of surprise attack. Once he couldn't see anyone, he turned to Gale "I'll head out first. It's possible others could have set up camp and hiding around the river, knowing tributes will likely come to it. Wait a minute or two to be sure no one is waiting to attack me, then we should definitely be clear for the moment if nothing happens" he said with a nod.
He waited for Gale to agree with the plan, before Finnick cautiously headed out into the slight opening beside the river's edge. He glanced around a bit, still being wary, before acting like he was letting his guard down, so if someone was waiting for him to do so, they would think they were in the clear to attack him. He knelt down by the water's edge, keeping alert as he cupped some water in his hands and drank from the pool gathered in his palms.
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As River agreed and assured her to get some rest, Lilly nodded her head lightly. She was incredibly thankful, honestly. She already felt like she was about ready to pass out, so now, at least this way she can say she actually fell asleep, rather than suddenly passed out unexpectedly. It sounded a lot better the former way. After checking with River, she shifted to get more comfortable. With the guys gone and it being just the two of them in the hideout, she could actually lay down on the ground a bit, and the cool dirt of the earth beneath her felt refreshing against her feverish skin, even though it probably wasn't all that cold. But compared to the stifling air around them, it was.
As she closed her eyes and got as comfortable as she could, she was ready to fall asleep, and forget the pain in her leg her her feverish temperature that was pounding at her head. As she closed her eyes and tried to rest though, her mind started to wander to darker places, and she started to worry herself again. What if this was some other sort of plan of Finnick's and Rivers? To separate them, and kill them off while they were separated so they couldn't defend each other? Right now, Lillian really was an easy target for River, and the fact she offered her to sleep...was she going to kill her in her sleep? What if Gale was fighting off Finnick right now?
Frowning to herself, her brows furrowed as she tried to shake such thoughts from her head. She was overthinking things, and getting paranoid. She told herself it was just the fever making her so paranoid. After all....why would they save them in the first place from the river just to kill them? Telling herself she was overreacting, Lillian tried to get some rest, but a part of her couldn't entirely shake the thoughts even as she started to fall asleep, unable to stay awake any longer.