Valentina ran forward, climbing on top of one of the tables to avoid the other tributes as she sped to the cornucopia. She needed supplies, that much was certain, because without them she knew she would perish. The other tributes began to grapple with one another, fighting with whatever weapon they could grab but Vana focussed on dodging and heading towards her goal. She leaped down off of the table into the middle of the cornucopia and plucked up a pack knowing it wasn't the time to sort through it, before reaching out and grabbing a sword. It was the closest weapon to her, but unfortunately someone else had seen her going for it and tried to stop her. He thrust his own weapon forward, the blade skimming over Valentina's skin. He'd missed. Mostly. Blood trickled out of the wound, soaking the sliced fabric and her eyes hardened. Taking the weapon in her hand, she grabbed hold of the other tributes wrist and thrust her own weapon up and into his stomach. Her movements were fast and precise and she quickly pulled the sword out of him, causing him to stumble back. And just like that, she had two weapons. She moved around the edge of the room, clutching her side as blood as she ran sticking close to the Slytherin table. Other tributes tried to follow her, but she refused to let them slow her down fighting for her life as she'd insisted to herself that she would.
She sped up as she saw the double doors and exited through them, turning and running towards the spiral staircase. She ran up two flights, before turning off to the right and heading for the girls bathroom. There were dozens of rooms here, but she felt that bathrooms were the least threatening. The dorms would be a hot zone, because while there were a lot of hiding places but bathrooms would be quiet. At least for a little while. She headed into the tiled room and waited for a moment, sliding one of the swords through the back of the door to block others from entering. Sitting on the floor, she checked the room, but it was empty much to her relief and she ended up taking some time to sort through the pack. A large sheet of fabric, matches, and several loaves of bread were inside, much to her joy. She'd worried about food and water, but now it only seemed that she needed water. But being in a bathroom, it seemed that she had what she needed. She walked over to the sink and turned on the tap, watching the water stream gratefully from it for a moment before testing it on her hand. It seemed to just be water.
So she tentatively began to wash her arms and hair, washing away the dirt and grime from all that time in the cell. In the reflection of the mirror she could see her hair turn back from the dull murky colour to the vibrant red she was used to seeing when she looked at her reflection. She washed the black smudges from her face and then stared at her reflection. She didn't look great, that much was certain as she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and tried to extract as much water as she could, but she looked and felt better than she had in the cell.