Post by Seek on Apr 28, 2013 3:18:10 GMT 10
Title: Allies II
Rating: PG
Word Count: 587
Pairing: Beka/Rosto
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Hunger Games AU. Clary is not amused by what Beka is doing. Mattes is just amused.
Warnings: This is the initial bloodbath at the Cornucopia. Not very graphic, but just a warning.
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"Cooper, what are you sarden doing?"
Clary Goodwin, Victor of the 71st Hunger Games glared at the screen in the Mentor's Room, even though the target of her wrath couldn't hear her. Matthis Tunstall, Victor of the Second Quarter Quell tracked Ersken's progress on his own screen, but then gave in to his curiosity and leaned over to take a peek. Clary let him.
"She's not running, no, she's running into the sarden Cornucopia! After I told her to run away as soon as the countdown ended!" Clary went on, disgruntled, and if looks could kill, Beka Cooper would be very dead.
"Westover's hightailing it for the forest," Mattes said, and he checked his screen again just to be certain. The map display showed a blinking icon that stood for Ersken Westover, heading straight for the woods where they'd told him to run and hide. Clary's display, however, showed Beka charging smack into the middle of the chaos that marked the initial bloodbath.
They spied what had caught Beka's attention then; a wooden baton lay within easy reach, some distance away from the mouth of the Cornucopia. If Beka had shown the Gamemakers her skill with a baton...
Mattes checked on Ersken; he was dealing fine. Beka was ducking between battling tributes, a lone figure in a black jacket and pants in the chaos, heading towards the baton and grabbing a pack as she moved. Then the male Tribute from Two cornered her near the mouth of the Cornucopia. He'd grabbed a huge spiked mace--"The boy had a ten in training," Mattes said aloud. Clary didn't have to elbow him. Beka faced him down with her baton, and then help came from an unexpected source. The Tribute from Seven, Rosto Doveson, Mattes remembered his name, threw a knife and it embedded itself deeply in the attacker's arm. As his gaze turned to see who had attacked him, Beka moved all at once, exactly as Clary had taught her, ramming her knee hard up--
Mattes winced, hard. "That's more like it," Clary said, satisfied, as they watched Beka grab Rosto and yell at him to run. Finally, their Tributes bought it, racing out of the blood-soaked killing ground and towards the distant forest.
"Didn't she say she didn't want an alliance with the boy from Seven?"
Clary shook her head. "Told her she should take it. Mother save us all, you'd think she thought she could fight her way through the arena on her own." The icons on the screen flashed for a moment, and then the red blip that indicated the Tributes from District Seven turned bright green, signalling that Beka had chosen an alliance with the two of them.
Mattes smiled. "Well, Rosto seems to be very interested in her. Wasn't he the one who approached her right after the parade?" He'd picked the flirty angle for his interview, and Ersken had mentioned a run-in with Rosto when they were heading back to their floor, still dressed in their costumes from the parade. He'd tried blowing Beka a kiss, apparently. Beka had steadfastedly ignored him.
In the display screen, Beka let go of her grip on Rosto's collar. "Aww, lovey," Rosto drawled, "Sure that's what you want to do?"
Beka shot him a disgruntled look, and kept on walking.
Something pinged. Clary and Mattes glanced at the screen that displayed the current account balance for Beka's sponsors. Mattes let out a low whistle. "Looks like somebody's enjoying the tension," he said. Clary was less amused.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 587
Pairing: Beka/Rosto
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Hunger Games AU. Clary is not amused by what Beka is doing. Mattes is just amused.
Warnings: This is the initial bloodbath at the Cornucopia. Not very graphic, but just a warning.
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"Cooper, what are you sarden doing?"
Clary Goodwin, Victor of the 71st Hunger Games glared at the screen in the Mentor's Room, even though the target of her wrath couldn't hear her. Matthis Tunstall, Victor of the Second Quarter Quell tracked Ersken's progress on his own screen, but then gave in to his curiosity and leaned over to take a peek. Clary let him.
"She's not running, no, she's running into the sarden Cornucopia! After I told her to run away as soon as the countdown ended!" Clary went on, disgruntled, and if looks could kill, Beka Cooper would be very dead.
"Westover's hightailing it for the forest," Mattes said, and he checked his screen again just to be certain. The map display showed a blinking icon that stood for Ersken Westover, heading straight for the woods where they'd told him to run and hide. Clary's display, however, showed Beka charging smack into the middle of the chaos that marked the initial bloodbath.
They spied what had caught Beka's attention then; a wooden baton lay within easy reach, some distance away from the mouth of the Cornucopia. If Beka had shown the Gamemakers her skill with a baton...
Mattes checked on Ersken; he was dealing fine. Beka was ducking between battling tributes, a lone figure in a black jacket and pants in the chaos, heading towards the baton and grabbing a pack as she moved. Then the male Tribute from Two cornered her near the mouth of the Cornucopia. He'd grabbed a huge spiked mace--"The boy had a ten in training," Mattes said aloud. Clary didn't have to elbow him. Beka faced him down with her baton, and then help came from an unexpected source. The Tribute from Seven, Rosto Doveson, Mattes remembered his name, threw a knife and it embedded itself deeply in the attacker's arm. As his gaze turned to see who had attacked him, Beka moved all at once, exactly as Clary had taught her, ramming her knee hard up--
Mattes winced, hard. "That's more like it," Clary said, satisfied, as they watched Beka grab Rosto and yell at him to run. Finally, their Tributes bought it, racing out of the blood-soaked killing ground and towards the distant forest.
"Didn't she say she didn't want an alliance with the boy from Seven?"
Clary shook her head. "Told her she should take it. Mother save us all, you'd think she thought she could fight her way through the arena on her own." The icons on the screen flashed for a moment, and then the red blip that indicated the Tributes from District Seven turned bright green, signalling that Beka had chosen an alliance with the two of them.
Mattes smiled. "Well, Rosto seems to be very interested in her. Wasn't he the one who approached her right after the parade?" He'd picked the flirty angle for his interview, and Ersken had mentioned a run-in with Rosto when they were heading back to their floor, still dressed in their costumes from the parade. He'd tried blowing Beka a kiss, apparently. Beka had steadfastedly ignored him.
In the display screen, Beka let go of her grip on Rosto's collar. "Aww, lovey," Rosto drawled, "Sure that's what you want to do?"
Beka shot him a disgruntled look, and kept on walking.
Something pinged. Clary and Mattes glanced at the screen that displayed the current account balance for Beka's sponsors. Mattes let out a low whistle. "Looks like somebody's enjoying the tension," he said. Clary was less amused.