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                                                    I immediately feel the sun on my face as my platform enters the arena. Looking up, I take a moment to enjoy its view, and end up smiling at its welcoming warmth. It's funny how beautiful the sun can look, even in here. And maybe, if there wasn't the sound of the timer to remind me, I could even forget I the fact that I'm about to engage in one of the most deadliest fights for my life.

                                                    I suppose it could be worse. For instance: I could be in here alone. I've made one friend during my stay here. Which kind of surprised me to be honest. I mean making friends is usually so easy for me. Though, I do know this isn't home. I guess the games just don't call for friendship. However, I do appreciate the one I've made. His name is Sepp, and unlike most alliances, we don't share the same district. We officially met during training, he was tying knots as I took a shot at archery. And to be quite honest, I was totally failing. After continuously being unable to properly make form, I got upset to the point of tears. He noticed and — unlike all the other tributes around me at the time — decided not to ignore me. He offered me an enthusiastic "Hello!" Which sounded entirely out of place, with my current emotional state and all. Despite this however, I remember being able to hear nothing but kindness come from his voice. I immediately knew I wanted to be his friend. And for the most part, it seemed as though he wanted to be my friend too. And although a part of me believed his offer of being in an alliance together may have only come from pity, I still accepted it.

                                                    A decision I don't think I'll ever regret, cause even if we don't make it out together, it's nice knowing I won't die alone. Sepp wouldn't let me. He'd make sure to see me out.

                                                    Eyeing the timer, I can see there are only fifteen seconds until the games begin. Taking a deep breath, I try to relax. It's okay Saura, I think to myself. It's going to be alright! You've got Sepp here, you are a team, and together you'll both survive. I continue, in an attempt to put the butterflies in my stomach to rest.

                                                    My thoughts shift to my family and I feel my stomach drop at the thought of my little brother having to watch me die. What would he feel as it happened? Would he look away, unable to watch? Or would he stare, disappointed at the sister who failed him? I shake my head. No. Don't think about death, not yet. My chances are low, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. It doesn't mean I'll die here. Whatever it takes. That's exactly what I told my brother as the peacekeepers escorted him away. He had come alone, my parents too busy with work to see off their only daughter. It hurt, but not more than the thought of him home alone with nothing but the television on, the games his only company.

                                                    The timer hits five, and I now know this means business. Gathering all of my hair together, I use the string bracelet my brother made me two birthdays ago to put it in a ponytail. I get into position as the timer finishes, its sound echoing throughout the air around me. Informing all of us that the games have finally started.

                                                    I jump off at the sound of it. My feet hit ground and instantly become tangled within vines. I panic as I try to kick them off, but to no avail. I scream as my ankles become more and more tangled within them. I feel the threat of tears, and start to fear that this is where I'll die. I think of my brother again, and shake my head. No. I can't just give up now. This isn't for me, it's for him. I've got to get home to him.

                                                    Wiping the wet from my eyes, I take a moment to calm myself. Looking down, I see my feet entirely covered with vines. Crouching down, I begin tearing at them; forcing their roots out of the ground, and thus off of my feet. Pleased with my accomplishment, I smile. I did it, I actually did it!

                                                    Looking forward, I see the cornucopia. Fear sweeps over my body once again, and I feel the need to run far from it. But no matter how much I'd like to see the cornucopia's image shrink with distance, I'll have to get over my cowardice and head toward it. I made a promise to Sepp that I'd meet him just pass it. And I intend to keep it. I begin to run then, forcing my way through loose vines and large bushes. I run until I'm no longer surrounded by jungle, and instead find myself in the presence of an enormous volcano. The cornucopia just at its base. There are tributes everywhere, frantically trying to gather items. I see fights break out as I make my way through the crowd of tributes.

                                                    I'm halfway through the crowd when I trip, my knees scraping along the ground below. This just isn't my day. I groan as I prop myself up, my knees still touching ground. Looking around, I search for what it was that caused my fall. I find the source behind me, a backpack. Instead of ignoring it, I decide to take it with me. It's not too big, so it won't be a strain on my weak shoulders. I pick it up, slinging it over my shoulder before I push myself up and off my knees. I'm standing again, when I realize I'm still in the crowd of tributes. Scared for my life, I start running again. Forcing myself to pick up speed, hoping not to catch the attention of my fellow tributes.

                                                    I've made it out of the crowd when I see Sepp standing not too far from me. I smile at the sight of him, and I wave as I make my way to where he waits. It feels good knowing not everyone is against me in here.

                                                    Once I finally reach him, I turn back. I watch the crowd of tributes as they scatter about the cornucopia. There are no words to describe what I'm feeling right now. A mixture of fear and relief. Nonetheless, I'm happy to have survived the cornucopia untouched. Yet again, I've done something I thought I couldn't do.

                                                    I grab Sepp's hand then, pulling him along with me as I attempt to elongate the distance between the two of us and the death trap I just escaped. "Thanks for waiting for me," I say as we run.



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                                                    • Despite my long strides across the clearing, it felt like it had taken hours to reach the treelines again. I had heard Bon-Bon make a sound of pain while we had escaped, but she had been silent since. My imagination was starting to get the best of me and I sincerely hoped that I was not carrying a dead little girl over my shoulder. I had heard a few more canon shots go off behind me, and I couldn’t be sure if they were meant for her or not. So the moment I was under the canopy of jungle trees, I took a moment to pause and glance over at Bon-Bon. Her eyes were open, and for a moment, one awful moment, I thought I had lost her, but then she blinked, and that was enough to get me moving forward again. However, before I was able to walk too far, a girl with hair the color of peach skin walked out from behind a tree.

                                                      I was about to raise my machete up in defense, but then I realized that it was only Eilis and I loosened my grip on the handle, if only slightly. I didn’t trust the girl enough to completely let my guard down. This was still the Hunger Games, and she was still my enemy, even if we were allies for the time being. If the both of us lived, we would probably end up turning on each other.It was a sick thought, I will admit, but I knew it would happen sooner or later. I would kill again.

                                                      “Glad to see you two made it out. Where’s Cornelious? Should we wait for him?” Eilis says to us, breaking me out of my dark descent into the events of the future. I needed to focus on the events that were currently happening, despite how difficult it was. I glance around but do not spot our fellow ally, and it would not surprise me if he had perished in the bloodbath. The boy seemed like he was constantly frightened, and I couldn’t see his anxiety getting him very far here in the arena. However, before I could answer Eilis, Cornelious pops out of the bushes and announces his arrival. I give him a small nod. Perhaps he wasn’t as useless as he appeared to be after all.

                                                      I take the moment to set Bon-Bon down on a fallen log and examine her for wounds. My eyes land on a rip in her jacket, and upon examining it more closely, I noticed there was a cut on her arm. Bon-Bon still looked as though she was still in a daze, so I went ahead and searched through my bag for supplies. I find a full water bottle, some food, and some sort of healing salve. I glance at the jungle around us and figure we’re in a safe enough place for the time being to quickly patch up my partners wound. “Keep watch, I’m going to patch her up,” I say to my other two allies. My words have been scarce thus far, and I know that they do not trust me very well, nor I with them. I must admit I have not been as focused on gaining their trust as I should have been, but I hope they have enough respect for Bon-Bon to follow my small order. I have no intentions of leading this group, but Bon-Bon would come first no matter the cost.

                                                      I pull the water bottle and the healing salve from my backpack and set it next to me before taking off my jacket as well as my t-shirt. I take the black fabric and rip the sleeves off of it and set them down next to the other supplies. I put the t-shirt transformed into a tank back on and get to work on Bon-Bon’s cut. With a little encouraging, I get her to slide the sleeve off of her wounded arm and pour some water on one of the pieces of fabric I’d ripped off of my shirt. I dab at it with surprising delicacy, or at least that’s what my mother would call it. This wouldn't be the first time I had cleaned out a wound of a little girl. My little sister, Poemi, was always getting hurt.

                                                      With swift hands, I put the healing salve on the wound and quickly wrap it up with the other sleeve of my shirt. “Try not to poke at it,” I tell her, and give her shoulder a quick squeeze. I look up at the other two tributes. “What’s the plan?” I ask, placing my items back into the backpack I had received, but keeping my eyes trained on Eilis and Cornelious in anticipation of our next move.

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                                  Lowering my sickle, I fully take in Vesnia’s current figure. The girl is all bloody and beaten. I raise an eyebrow, prepared to question her about what she just went through when I remember we’re barely far away enough from the Cornucopia. “Let’s move.” I tell her, ignoring her last few comments. Being playful can be nice once in a while, but not at a time like this. “If you think I’m going to let a girl I barely know who’s covered in crimson walk behind me, you’re really mistaken.” I gesture for her to walk in front of me. She does so, making eye contact with me while smiling until she eventually has her attention focused on the path in front of us. There’s a lot of vines and leaves still in the way, but there’s no way in hell I’m giving her my sickle to clear all that crap up. “Try using that knife you seem to know so much about to cut through.” I tell her while following in her steps. This is me regarding about the time when she revealed her knowledge with knives in the training center. It wasn’t until she did this when I had finally accepted her on my team.

                                  After my comment, she doesn’t stop walking, nor does turn her head slightly. Vesnia lets out another one of her facts about knives along with a superior tone, saying that a hunting knife is barely enough to rip through the jungle. I can hear the smile in her voice. Rolling my eyes, I keep my mouth shut, feeling slightly small that she knows far more about weapons than I do. I would ask her how that’s even possible, but I’m not about to hint the false idea that I’m interested in anything else but making it out alive.

                                  The walk is long and frustrating. Almost everything looks alike and this humid heat that’s bearing down on my features makes me want to scream. On the brightside, we haven’t ran into another tribute yet. Even if we do, Vesnia is seeming more and more like a vicious predator. I doubt even a contestant from one, two, or four would last five minutes with her. This may be true, but I refuse to let her intimidate me. We got the same training score so I’m assuming our skills are on a fair par...I hope.

                                  “We’ve been walking for a while now.” I say, trying to hide how exhausted I sound. “I think it’s time for a rest, don’t you?” I ask Vesnia. She turns and gives an unexpected “Good idea, I’m beat!” Then she plops down on the ground with a loud huff. How can something so secretly vicious act so obnoxious? I plop myself down as well, scooting myself forward towards her with a frown. “Has that adrenaline wore off yet or are you this quirky when it comes to a death competition?” I know I sound like a d**k, but I can’t help it. “Is that blood even yours?” I ask, referring to the bloody knife she has strapped to her belt and the insides she has on her tribute outfit. “It’s clearly visible on that gold shirt of yours so I thought I’d ask already. A gold shirt, pfft. That’s going to be extremely visible to the others. Good luck.” I say while rolling my eyes and helping myself to see what’s inside my shoulder bag. It’s not bad at all. Aside from the small amount of food I have there’s just an empty water bottle. I was hoping we would find some secret water source on our travel but we managed to come across nothing.

                                  I lean back on my elbows, angry. I’m tired, thirsty, and sweaty. Unfortunately I’m on camera, so I can’t afford to complain just yet if I want any sponsors. Instead I focus on the face and movement of Vesnia. I don’t fully trust her yet and I barely know anything about her. I wonder if she can amuse my boredom.



                                  Health: 100% Location: Eastern Jungle Inventory: a shoulder bag (empty water bottle, dried fruit, rice crackers, and a sickle) Theme

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                                        • It takes every ounce of inner strength not to go bolting from this girl, and while she assures me that she means no harm, I don’t know if I can trust that. She is alone, though. That helps reassure me a little, but I can’t help but glance around the jungle behind her for an ally. I vaguely recall her partner, a timid boy with the name of a vegetable, and one that seemed to pose no threat. However, the girl approaching me was the one who was the real threat. I think of Lune at that moment, and wonder what she would do in my position. The answer comes easily to my mind and I nearly smile. She would try to befriend the girl, or at least talk her way out of the situation. There was strength in numbers, and with her, she needed all the numbers she could get.

                                          I lower my weapon, but keep my eyes on the tribute. Everything about her screamed indifference, and that had me worried. Still, I feel is truth in her voice, that much I can tell, but with a face as blank as hers, it could easily be a deception. I give her body a quick search, looking for some sort of concealed weapon, but I do not see anything. I let out a small sigh and force a small smile to my face, just to show her that I was willing to comply. However, my smile came out as more of a grimace. The gouge on my cheek was really starting to burn. “I really hope you mean that. I just went through hell trying to get out of that mess, and to die now, well, that would really suck,” I say to her, hoping that my words give her less of a reason to strike me down. I hope that Lune would at least look away if I were to be killed. I couldn't bear the thought of her witnessing something so awful. She was so fragile.

                                          “Then don’t die,” She says without a hint of emotion to be found on her face. It sends a chill down my spine, and I wonder what could have happened to make her so closed off from the world, but I know better than to ask. I definitely didn't want to upset her. “That’s easier said than done, I’m afraid,” I answer in a calm tone, my smile nearly gone. She did have a point, despite how eerie she was to be around, but that could be dealt with. The possibility of an alliance suddenly blossomed into my mind then. It did make sense, that is if she didn’t have any allies yet. We were both alone, and there would be two victors in the end. It was possible that she would spare my life, at least for the time being, if I proved that I was willing to trust her. Or that’s what I hoped it would do.

                                          “Well, since you haven’t killed me yet, I was wondering if there was a chance we could team up. It looks like either of us have any allies, correct me if I’m wrong, and well, it would be nice having someone who didn't want to stab me in the back,” I pause uncertainly, but she doesn't respond, so I continue in a rush. “I know it’s sudden, and we’re complete strangers, but I have someone back home waiting for me. I don’t know if she’ll be okay without me, and I just...I don’t think I can do this alone, ” I admit openly. I’m half afraid she’s going to laugh in my face, and regret is already beginning to crawl up my spine as I wait for her response. However, she does not laugh in my face, and instead surprises me with a look of deep hurt. Her eyes are cast towards the ground and I’m strangely relieved by the expression. So the girl is human after all. “Someone...waiting” She says, and I think it’s directed more to herself than to me, so I remain quiet and wait for her decision. I’m very curious as to what she’s thinking about, but this isn’t the right time to ask, and besides, from the way she looked just now, it seemed very personal.

                                          Her moment of grief vanishes in an instant, and she looks up at me, her eyes impeccably void of emotion. “Just don’t get in my way,” She states coldly, and I can’t help but smile in relief. “I’ll do my best, Pen,” I say with a grin, flourishing my arm in an invitation to lead the way. I can tell she isn't amused by me, but she also doesn’t pull out a knife to stab me with, so that’s a good sign. Instead, we push on through the jungle, and thankfully out of earshot of the cornucopia where I could hear a boy screaming for his life. It had made my skin crawl, as I could not imagine how someone could hurt a human being enough for them to make such horrific noises.

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                                          We travel for at least two hours in silence before we reach the sight and sound of a river. I’m relieved to have found a decent enough water source even though I have a full bottle of water in my backpack. My jacket has already been taken off, and sweat covers my body. It’s extremely humid and I decide that now is a good time to indulge in a drink. Penelope seems to have decided to take a break here as well, so I don’t feel bad about coming to a halt. I open my water bottle and gulp half of it down, and I start to feel human again. I’m not sure if Pen has anything to drink so I decide to offer her the rest of mine. “Here, you can finish it off if you want,” I say, handing the bottle to her. I sincerely hope she does not accuse me of poisoning it. I’m so tired that I don’t think I have the strength to argue with her.

                                          I venture over to the water and dip my hands in. The water is a decent enough temperature. Not too warm, but not too cold either. I splash the cool liquid into my face and breathe a sigh of relief. I do this a few more times before wandering back over to Pen. “I think this is a good place to set up camp for the night. Maybe we can try swimming across tomorrow. It might be a good idea. Not all the tributes can swim so we might be able to put some distance in between us and them,” I suggest, but I don’t mention than I’m not particularly swell at swimming either. Still, I knew the basic maneuver. I could probably pull it off if I tried hard enough, and nothing went wrong, but unfortunately this was the hunger games. Nothing was supposed to go right here. I touch one of the crescent earrings thoughtfully.

                                          But I had the moon on my side, and that made anything possible.

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                                                            There is no doubt about it. This girl is an odd one. Here she is, handed the golden opportunity of being able to rid herself of a future threat, and instead she lowers her weapon. She forces a smile, which seems more twisted than she probably means it to be. "I really hope you mean that. I just went through hell trying to get out of that mess, and to die now, well, that would really suck," she says in an obvious attempt to receive some sort of pity. If only I had a knife. I'd definitely shut her up.

                                                            "Then don’t die." I say, my voice empty and face void of any sort of emotion. Despite how cold it may sound, it's true. If you don't want to die, then don't. It's as easy as that. It can't be that hard to properly wrap your mind around the concept. “That’s easier said than done, I’m afraid,” she answers, and for a quick second I wonder if I had been thinking out loud. Afraid, well, that's her problem. You can't be scared here. And if you are, you can't show it. The games are no place for fear. You kill and you survive. That's it. Finding yourself burdened with fear may just take away your ability to do these two things. Examining her face, I can see her gears turning. She's planning something, but what? Could it be she's thinking about how she'll kill me? And if so, when she's going to do it?

                                                            My suspicion is put to rest when she suddenly begins to ramble on about starting an alliance. I'm half listening, completely uninterested in what she has to say, until I hear those words cross her lips. "But I have someone back home waiting for me." Thoughts of him immediately rush into mind. I see him during his interviews. His face serious, which was totally unlike him. His voice however, was filled with desperation. And though I'm sure no one else could hear it, I did. I heard it lingering in his voice as he answered the interviewer. As he told the man he had someone waiting back home for him. That he'd win for no reason other that reason.

                                                            I feel vulnerable as my face begins to warm up. A warmth that I've come to associate with him. For it's only present when he's on my mind. I look down, my mind still preoccupied. "Someone... waiting." I say to no one in particular, but rather in thought. Could it be that this girl has found herself in his position? And what of the person waiting for her? Are they as stuck as I was? Left with the burden of a pain you can't describe; the heartbreak that comes with accepting the fact that you've loss someone close to you.

                                                            No. I can't do this. Not now.

                                                            I feel the warmth leave my face, along with any thought of him. I look up then, my face regaining its composure, my eyes however, I suspect are emptier than usual. I'll help her, if only for the person waiting for her. I feel no doubt in my decision, for if I've got the power to keep it from happening, I won't allow anyone else to end up like me. An empty shell of the person they used to be.

                                                            “Just don’t get in my way.” I say, accepting her plea. She smiles and I sense that she's relieved. “I’ll do my best, Pen,” she replies as she allows me to take the lead. I walk ahead of her, wondering if she really means what she says. I don't take her as a liar, but should I find out she fabricated the story she fed me. Well, let's just say that the thought of him won't stop me from killing her. Not like it did now.


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                                                            We walked through jungle for two hours before we finally found something other than vines and bushes. A river. It's not the best source of water, but it'll do for now. I stop walking not that far from it. Soleil (as I have now learned to be her name) seems to have caught on and stops just beside me. She takes out a water bottle, opens it, and then proceeds to drink half. After doing so, she offers me the rest. “Here, you can finish it off if you want,” I grab the bottle from her and watch as her attention then shifts from me to the river. I sit down as I drink what is left of the bottle.

                                                            In an attempt to cool herself off, she splashes water on her face. I quietly hope she is wise enough not to allow any of it into her system. We're not sure whether or not the water is safe, which considering that we're in the games, and that the games are made by those jerks who call themselves 'gamemakers,' it most likely isn't. So with that assumption in mind, we'll have to be sure to boil any water we wish to drink.

                                                            “I think this is a good place to set up camp for the night. Maybe we can try swimming across tomorrow. It might be a good idea. Not all the tributes can swim so we might be able to put some distance in between us and them.” I look up and nod. "I have no problem with that. We seem to be out of sight, so for now I don't see a problem with sitting still." Eyeing the river, I examine it. The current doesn't seem too strong. So we should be able to make it across without a problem. "Okay. Tomorrow we'll swim across. You sure you'll make it though?" I ask, rather oblivious to the fact that I may have just insulted her. Not that it really matters. If she gets upset, that's her problem. It's not like I intended to question her capability.

                                                            Rather than taking offense, she smiles and then says, "I think I can manage."

                                                            I nod, "just making sure, because I don't intend to babysit anyone. If you risk your life and lose it, don't expect me to risk my own trying to save yours." I reply. It may seem a bit too harsh, but it had to be said. I'd leave it at that, but there is one more thing on my mind. I look up again, and meet her in the eyes. "Are you sure you can do it?" I ask.

                                                            She looks confused, and probably thinks I still mean swimming across the river. "Do what?" She asks. I can hear the uncertainty in her voice.

                                                            My face becomes serious and my stare distant. I wonder if I should say it, but I must know. These are the games, and whether or not we want to. It's going to come down to it. After all, it's kill or be killed. And I refuse to die.

                                                            Like every tribute before us, we'll have to choose. It's up to us whether or not we conform to the games and become the monsters it wants us to be. Something I decided I'd do a long time ago.

                                                            My voice is harsh, and I can taste the word's poison as I say it, "kill."


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                                          • I can breathe a little easier once I see Saura running towards my direction. She waves at me and I can’t help but return her smile with my own. After we ditch this place and stay far away from the vicious pack that’s taking over the cornucopia right now, we’ll be temporarily safe. When she reaches me, we both look back at the mayhem, seeing blades hack into bodies and watching the blood spew from them. We need to leave, and fast.

                                            A hand grabs onto mine and begins to pull me deeper into the jungle. “Thanks for waiting for me.” Saura tells me as she leads the way. I’m having no trouble keeping up, placing my feet into the right places to avoid any roots from tripping me. “Of course, my horse.” I say to light up the mood; despite what we’ve just seen. I hang on to my sword tightly, gripping the handle firmly and being careful not to hurt me or my partner with it.

                                            Partner...I wonder how my district companion is making out right now. Well, maybe companion would be the wrong word. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of teaming up with Syren to begin with. It’s probably because we have similar personalities, except I’m not as irrational and conceited as she is. I just can’t see why she passed up a chance to join the large alliance this year. During training I had barely seen her talking to anyone, so she couldn’t have had a backup ally. Maybe she just decided to have at it alone? A gutsy decision, but also risky.

                                            I’m delving into my thoughts way too much and I find myself being less graceful as I was before. When I continue running, my mind snaps back into the reality where I’m focused on Saura’s flowy long hair breezing behind her. If I concentrate, I can smell her lovely essence blowing in my face as I sprint behind her. Once again, I’m too deep in my mind and end up stumbling to the point where I almost land face first into the ground. I regain my balance and focus more on the path in front us.

                                            The heat drops weight on my shoulders as Saura and I are making our way up a short, steep hill. I want to sit and think about the days at home when my friends and I would sit by the local pond; counting fish and drawing games into the dirt. Time would draw out into the late afternoons, where the sun would watch us for the rest of the day and the humidity comforted our ambitious selves.

                                            I’m practically dragging the bag on the ground by the time we reach a peak. There’s a short field ahead of us, and at the peak a crowded, void entrance of greenery and your bland humidity. “We made it!” I exclaimed, although I’m not too sure where ‘it’ is. I give Saura my best smile. Overall, I’m wicked tired, but in spite of everything I can put myself together for a brighter day.

                                            “I think,” I turn in circles after we crossed the field. We find ground that could give up protection, granted all the surrounding trees. “I think,” I repeat, measuring the length with my eyes and the spaces between the field from before. “This could be it. For now, I don’t know. Let’s go for it. I’ll set it up. You just sit down, okay?” I start spreading my own supplies out for Saura to see. We’ll need to hide ourselves more, though I’m not sure I’m the best at camouflaging.

                                            Beginning to grab several vines off the trees, I do my best to let them hang naturally around us for better concealment. “I’ve seen a girl from eleven do this one time.” I say while throwing the greenery over low branches. “She hid herself pretty well throughout most of the games. Until, you know.” She was was eventually found by a small gang of tributes after snoring loudly in her sleep, but I don’t mention the descriptive outcome to Saura. “But we’ll turn out just fine because I’m,” I toss the last vine over another branch. “Finished.” I now smile, hoping that I’ve done a good job.

                                            But I haven’t. I’m staring at my poor attempts at camouflage I just tried using to hide us, and it all falls out of place, like a shoelace becoming undone after a tug on one of the strings. Each and every piece falls in front of my hiking shoes. I turn back towards Saura, grinning pathetically with a metal thought of ‘ta-da!’ She giggles, and I just stand, laughing with her.



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                                            Location :: Northern Jungle

                                            Company :: Saura (D3)

                                            Supplies :: a single large backpack (full water canteen, beef jerky, rice crackers, sword, dagger, fishnet, and antibiotics)

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      HEALTH: full health tab tab tab tab tab tab HUNGER: full stomach tab tab tab tab tab tab THIRST: fully hydrated
      LOCATION: gathered in the trees tab EMOTION: relieved, on edge tab PEOPLE: urise, bon-bon, cornelious, and marco


      "I'm right here."

      I spin around, my hair trailing behind me in a wave, as if it were the ocean and the leaves entangled in my hair from concealing myself in the shrubs were fishes coming up to bask in the sunlight. I made a mental note to figure out a way to tie it up later, as beautiful as the metaphors and similes I can envision in my head are, my abundance of hair would only hinder me. I didn't want it to obstruct my view when another tribute came swooping in like a vulture picking off a rotting carcass, which is exactly what I'd become if I wasn't careful.

      "Looks like we all made it."

      The boy looked nervous, so I smile reassuringly and give him a small nod. Cornelious wasn't the strongest tribute, and his constant anxiousness triggered my empathetic nature. I reached out to him and Bon-Bon because I wanted to help them, and the two didn't seem like completely hopeless causes. They were baby birds, and I took it upon myself to be the nurturing mother bird. Urise stuck to Bon-Bon like glue, and I was grateful for his protection in the alliance as well. He was built like the thick trees that stood guard back at home, not falling even after many strikes of the ax. But I knew none of it would last. As soon as we hit the last five or six tributes, they'd start turning on me like we're children fighting for the last cookie. Actually, a lot more intense than that, children fighting for cookies don't physically kill each other. That's when I'd leave, that's when I'd have to fend for myself. Desperation can cause people to do drastic things, and I wasn't about to let them stab me in the back while I worked to help them to every last drop of sweat. I had to protect myself, my family's waiting for me. Counting on me. I didn't want Ilo, my poor, naive baby brother, to have to witness my death. The scars it would leave would shatter his glass innocence.

      “Keep watch, I’m going to patch her up.”

      I peer over and notice that Urise had gently lay Bon-Bon on a nearby log, cleaning out her wound and binding it with the sleeve of his shirt. The genuine care he had for Bon-Bon sparked deep admiration within me. Urise could've easily been a one man killing machine in these games, ruthless, merciless, and a crowd favorite to win. But that wasn't who he was. He didn't seem to trust the rest of us all that much, but that was a smart thing to do in the games. He cared for the weaker. He seemed moral and honest, he hadn't killed us yet when he could have easily done so. He also had more of a calm, quiet strength, and he wasn't flashy or bloodthirsty like the careers. If I didn't get out of this, I wouldn't mind one bit if Urise were one of the victors instead. Though a small part of me, somewhere in the back of my mind, wondered if this was an act to more easily gain the trust of his fellow tributes. Intentions and motives in the games were hardly ever pure, and I knew I wasn't wrong to question them.

      “Try not to poke at it.”

      After these words escape from Urise's lips, I look over at Bon-Bon, giving her an encouraging smile, as if to say it'd be okay. The grin on my lips was a lie, and I knew it, but the deception curling at the edge of my mouth necessary one. We had to try to believe it'd be okay, if we didn't it'd be all to easy to give up and die. It'd be all too easy to have this alliance crumble into infinitely small pieces, never to be pieced back together due to our deaths. That wasn't to say we had to have blind faith in our futures, being careful holds deep importance, but we needed hope. A spark of hope is something I believe to be necessary to survival in this death arena.

      “What’s the plan?”

      I open my mouth, about to speak, when I hear a rustle of leaves. My fingers curl around one of the knives fastened to my belt, and my hands clench onto it until my knuckles turn white.

      "Who's there? Show yourself! I'm armed and I will use this knife."

      My voice trembled as I spoke.

      The scary thing is, I don't know who I am anymore. I don't even know what I'd do anymore. Eilis, the cheerful girl nestled in the treetops of District 7, was gone. All that was left was an untrusting shadow of who I was, prepared to fight for my life at the slightest movement. The threat I made seemed sincere, but was enough of me gone that I'd kill someone? It terrified me to think about.



      INVENTORY: medium backpack (half empty water canteen, dried fruit, trail mix), a dozen throwing knives, rope, large netting
      STATUS: alive
      THEME SONG: beast of mind by fallow fields


      {ooc: finally got a post out, sorry it's not incredible or anything ;~;}

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                                                    We ran for quite a while before stopping. I now sit, waiting for a rather eager Sepp to finish camouflaging our surrounding area. Taking the idea from a former tribute, Sepp had decided that we'd hide ourselves within the jungle, our location's identity disguised by an abundance of falling vines. And while I'd much rather spend my night in my own bedroom, this make shift one will do. At least for now. God I miss home. I know it wasn't perfect, but I'd take a broken family over the games any day.

                                                    "But we’ll turn out just fine because I’m,” he says, tossing his last vine over a branch. “Finished.” He smiles, but something tells me he has yet to view his own work, because, well, it isn't exactly the best.

                                                    Vines start to fall, returning to their places on the ground. He gives a small grin, and I can't help but laugh at him. I stand up then, and present him with my seat. "How about this time you sit, okay?" I smile as he takes a seat. "It just needs a woman's touch is all." I get to work then. I've made enough forts with my brother back home to know a thing or two about it. So I'm sure I'm more than qualified to do this. I mean, when it comes down to it, isn't what we're trying to build just a secret fort?

                                                    With the longest vine, I tie each end to the branch in front of me, so that it hangs like a small smile. I then begin to hang each vine over the branch and through the smile's gap. Creating a sort of vine-curtain. I continue doing this until the line of vines cover the entire branch and this side of our hideout is hidden.

                                                    Tracing our enclosure's border, I move on to the next branch. Repeating the same method. And since I've done it once, I can do it a second time without much thought. Which is good, because rather than the task at hand, my thoughts shift back to home.

                                                    District three wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad either. We may be poorer than most districts, but with the right job — which thankfully my parents had obtained early in their lives — you could live rather comfortably. Our schooling is much more intense though, being that technology is our only export, it makes knowledge especially important. I mean, who would leave idiots in charge of designing and creating both televisions and computers.

                                                    I wonder what my brother is doing right now. Night is approaching, so he's probably in his room watching the games. And if not that, he's eating dinner. Alone. That's one thing my parent's money couldn't afford us. Their attention. Sometimes it's almost as if we don't exist. They spend most of their time at work, leaving early in the morning and coming home late at night. I'd give it all up for them. Everything. I'd rather be poor and a family, than well-off and feel so lonely all the time. At least I have my brother. For having him there with me, it makes things okay.

                                                    When I was younger, I'd cry at night. But once my little brother was born and I was forced to take responsibility over his well-being, that stopped. For seeing me cry, would make him cry, and there is nothing else I hate more than my little brother crying. That's why I must make it back to him. No matter what. I don't care how many nails I break, or how many split-ends I receive during my time here. They'd all be worth it if I got to see him again.

                                                    I finish the branch, and then start to move onto the next one. But once I turn to face it, I see Sepp up and working on it. It seems he's caught on. I smile. With him doing that branch, that leaves one more to cover. I walk across our small clearing to it, and begin the process once more. Tie. Tie. Over and through.

                                                    "Sepp, what's your family like?" I ask, ignoring the fact that it has become a sort of unspoken rule to refrain from asking any questions about life back home. A rule created and followed by tributes to keep our minds off what we've left behind. Though, like myself, I'm sure we're all still thinking about it anyway.

                                                    I feel a pain in my chest then that I can only identify as sadness. Sepp hasn't replied, so I'm sure he's feeling the same thing. "Why? Why does it have to be like this? I don't want to kill anyone. I don't want to play these games. I just want my brother. I want to see my brother." I say in a hushed voice, oblivious to the fact that I'm thinking out loud. I feel tears accumulating in my eyes, but do nothing to force them away. "I don't want him to be alone. Not like I was." I finish, referring to the six years before my brother's birth. I realize then that I had been speaking, but it doesn't matter. Not anymore.

                                                    I've become accustomed to getting what I want, but it looks as though I won't be this time.

                                                    Turning my attention to the left, I see the back of Sepp's head. Good. He couldn't hear me, or if he could, he's not acknowledging it. I sigh then, and finally they fall. Not the vines, but my tears.

                                                    I'm sorry Souta, it seems as though I can't be strong this time.


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                                  • I’ve got to say I’m relieved when Myra suggests that we finally rest, and the last thing I want to do is object to that. “Good idea. I’m beat!” I say, plopping down onto the grassy jungle floor. I let out a sigh of relief and rub my calves, hoping to erase the tension. The last thing I wanted was to travel on tomorrow with stiff muscles. We did not need to be slowed down, though I’m not sure where our next destination would be, or if we would even have one. Pft. I can’t afford to think like that. Myra and I are a formidable force to be reckoned with!

                                    Myra sits down next to me, and she looks just as tired as I feel. However, she looks as pretty as ever, a rather handy trait when it came to gaining sponsors. She was lucky the Capitol citizens were so impossibly vain and beauty driven. “Has that adrenaline wore off yet or are you this quirky when it comes to a death competition?” She mocks, and I scoff in return. However, her words leave their mark and I can’t help but wonder why I feel so unaffected by what happened in the cornucopia. I had hurt that district four girl a lot, and I had felt absolutely nothing for her. I knew it was wrong, and I wondered how sick my family thought I was. Why had I smiled? “Is that blood even yours?” She continues, eyeing my bloodied appearance. “It’s clearly visible on that gold shirt of yours so I thought I’d ask already. A gold shirt, pfft. That’s going to be extremely visible to the others. Good luck.” She says with a dramatic eye roll.

                                    I can’t help but snicker at her comment, but I avoid answering her question. “Well I definitely didn’t choose this shirt. My bloody idiot of a stylist put me in it, but I suppooooose I could go shirtless, just for you,” I tease before copying her actions and searching through my shoulder sash. It looks as if we had received identical supplies, right down to the empty water bottles. “Really? They couldn't have filled these at least a little bit,” I state in an irritated tone. Myra looks just as annoyed as I feel, but she doesn't comment on the lack of water. “Well, at least we have some sort of objective now,” I say, feeling only a little bit comforted by my words.

                                    Myra is staring at me now, and I raise an eyebrow at her. “What are you looking at? Do you want a kiss good night or something?” I smirk. It’s not dark just yet, but it’s definitely approaching. I pull out the rice crackers from my satchel and hand one to Myra. I take one for myself and put the rest away. I wasn’t very hungry but I was exhausted and knew that my body would appreciate the food. As I nibbled on my food, I looked back at Myra. “I didn’t kill that girl,” I tell her suddenly serious, and finally answering the unspoken question that was lingering in the air. “I almost did, but I saw you leaving...so I left her there,” I say, and look down at my feet, my brow furrowed. My mind travels back to that bloody scene, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m going to see her face in the sky tonight. I had hurt her pretty badly. I doubt she could have made it out of there without someone else taking her out.

                                    Or at least, I hoped she didn't.

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                                          If I was reaped, I wouldn't care.
                                          I stood with the rest of the eighteen year old girls, waiting for our escort, Alto Eflkins, to hurry up and pick a name. As always, he was very dramatic—he swirled his hand around the bowl endlessly, picking up tags, then dropping them and deciding to choose another one. While the entire community held their breath, hearts brimming with anxiety, this man had the nerve to toy with us. Year after year. He really was a son of a b***h, with that phony smile, and those eyes that feigned sympathy. ******** him.

                                          Well after a good few minutes of that bullshit, he pulled out one piece of paper and opened it. "Riola Saints". I knew her. Everybody knew her. She was eighteen years old, just like me, and has been deaf from since birth. She didn't even know her name was called, until the peacekeepers came and roughly grabbed her. We had never been close friends. But ... I always felt a sense of responsibility toward her. Both of our mothers were murdered by peacekeepers in a genocide a couple of years ago. Ever since then, we've lived in the orphanage, where death and starvation was always around us. For a while, I fended only for myself. We lived in a dog eat dog world, where everyone cared only about themselves ... but no matter how much I told myself that I didn't, I always cared about her. And to this day, I still did.

                                          She screamed the entire way up to the stage. My heart ached. Our escort said a couple of things to her, to which she just stared at him miserably. Somebody shouted "She's deaf, you a*****e!" To which he was shot on the spot. Welcome to District Ten, friends. It then occurred to me that if she was really to participate in these games, she would die. She was malnutritioned, lacking strength ... and the loss of hearing was a huge, huge disadvantage. I didn't want her to die. This may sound absurd, but she was like .. the person I felt the closest to in this cold world.
                                          I wanted her to live on.

                                          "I volunteer." My voice was soft, only a couple of people around me heard, and they chose not to bother with me. I nearly backed out. It was now, or never. "I VOLUNTEER." My voice rang out, and my throat immediately hurt afterwards. I could feel the eyes of every man, woman, and child in that square. I pushed my way through to the stage, not wanting the peacekeepers to get me. I stole a look at Riola. It was an expression mixed with gratefulness and horror. I spoke my name into the microphone. I wasn't scared; in fact, I felt a little rebellious. The Capitol and it's horrific nature had tried to bring devastation down on yet another innocent victim; but I was smart and sly, and I felt confident that I was doing the right thing. With no family and no close friends, I wasn't leaving behind much. Besides, besides ... Who wouldn't want a one-way ticket out of this hell hole?

                                          Even if I did die in the games, at least it would be a quicker death than one here in the District. At least I would experience far better things, even if it was for a short amount of time. A little luxury was better than none at all. Last minute, I flashed a wide smile at the audience, and then a reassuring one toward Riola's way, who was being ushered back into the ground. I got this. A couple hours later, she was the only person who came to visit me before I left, possibly for good. She brought a pen and notebook so that we could communicate, and she wrote down how she had always respected me, how she was forever grateful, how she would be rooting for me all the way. I ripped it out the book and kept it with me as I was boarding the train.

                                          The male tribute turned out to be Balthar, another eighteen year old, though I didn't know him very well. He kinda kept to himself, or maybe, I just refused to let him in. I wasn't looking to be in a team, to have a "alliance". If I really admitted it to myself, I had absolutely no strategy to help me to survive. But it was okay, it really was. Better me that Rio any day.

                                          The opening ceremony, the interview, the training sessions—they were all a blur. Before I knew it, a tracker was being inserted into my arm. Before I knew it, I was standing on a platform in unfamiliar greenery. Before I knew it, I had reached the Cornucorpia, one of the only people there. I had no interest in slaughtering, like what the Capitol wanted us to do. As one of the first people there, I spent quite a bit of time picking out the items I wanted, which cost me. By the time I had left the horn, there was way much more tributes outside. Already, blood and bodies littered and stained the Earth.
                                          Oh ******** ...

                                          I couldn't stick around. No, I didn't plan to. But as I prepared to dash back into the safety of the trees, an arrow impaled my hip. I gasped sharply as pain spread down my thigh. I lost my balance, and fell to the ground. Unfortunately, the battle had not halted and I was in a dangerous spot in the middle of the fray. I tried to get up, but it was too painful. I tried to take out the blasted arrow, but thought the better of that, knowing that it would leave my wound open to infection from all the rapidly decaying bodies. I was stupid enough to forget about a first aid kit. I wasn't ready to give up yet. I wasn't ready to let Rio down. With as much strength as I could possibly muster, I crawled as fast as I could to safety. The movement worsened the pain, but this was my best chance of survival. The trees were a lot farther away than I thought. I prayed that I would make it.

                                          Just then, Hannelore, a career from District One, possibly the most fearsome person in the Games, emerged from the Cornucorpia, carrying a ******** double bladed staff . She glanced in my direction. I. Was. Screwed.

                                          Panicking, I laid down and pretended to be dead. I hoped my trail of blood would be convincing. As she approached, my heart beat louder and louder in my chest. Death was literally inches away from my face. And... I didn't want to die. I could feel her standing over me, determining if I was alive. As I began to think that I was safe, that I would be allowed to live for at least another five minutes, another sharp pain pierced my stomach. She saw right threw my feeble attempt, or maybe, she just wanted to make sure I was dead. Either way, I wasn't going to make it to the trees.

                                          Even after she removed her weapon and walked away, I still laid there with my eyes close. I knew that my death was inevitable, and I didn't want to die with them open. I could feel hot blood trickling out of my mouth. Tears leaked out of my shut eyes. I failed Riola, I failed myself. I failed to become any less than a piece of the Capitol's games. The air became cooler as the sun set, and the smell of decomposing bodies was unbearable. I removed the arrow from my hip after a while, even though it no longer mattered. I continued to cough up blood, and wished that I would die sooner. I hoped that Rio wasn't watching this. I hoped that she had had enough sense to turn away, to forget about me and move on with life. In those last moments, all I had were those small glimmers of hope.

                                          Better me than her any day , I thought, and I smiled, because my death was inevitable from since the day of my birth. I regretted nothing.






                                          {occ: Tayora falls into a coma and dies in the wee hours of Day 2. The end.}

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                                                            ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜxxx100% | 98%
                                                            ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀxx100% | 100%
                                                            ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴxcornucopia clearing | cornucopia clearing
                                                            ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏxtessler, hannelore, ceallach, & dead tributes | rooda, hannelore, ceallach, & dead tributes
                                                            ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴxxconfusion, distracted | annoyance, cruel amusement
                                                            ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏwater bottle (0%) dart gun (10/10 darts) throwing knives (5/6) pack of dried fruit(100%) matches (10/10)
                                                            ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏsmall pouch - trail mix (100%) beef jerky (100%) glass bottle (0%)


                                            x xCannons boom continuously as tributes start dropping left and right. The recently quiet clearing was now echoing with shouts and screams., and death. The bloodbath had begun. With one kill already the twins decided to take a moment and gather themselves. Tessler had begun rifling through the pouch he'd picked up in order to take inventory of what he had so far. Some trail mix, a few strips of beef jerky, and an empty glass bottle. Not great, but not too terrible. Rooda would have grabbed her own supplies anyway, so combined they could get away with what they had for a while. Plus they still had Hannelore and Valour, the alliance would survive and thrive. The careers always did, and Tessler knew with his sister the two of them could get far, maybe even win this. They just had to play their cards right, and they had to be strong. It had amazed him how solid Rooda had seemed after killing that male tribute, he hadn't been entirely sure how she would handle her first kill. Tessler himself was used to ignoring his emotions and distancing himself from a situation, life was easier from a detached and analytic standpoint...but Rooda? She'd never really been able to escape her own emotions, they were too strong and she gave in too easily. With a temper like her's anyone could see how controlled by her emotions Rooda was. Yet when she had stood and faced her brother after tearing her knife through that boy's neck he'd seen nothing. No fear, or shame, or guilt, or even sadness. The only thing he had seen in her eyes was himself reflected. Exactly what he wanted to see. There could be no weakness, no mercy. They were in the Games now, this was real. Life or death.

                                            Tessler turned his head slightly to check on his twin and make sure what happened earlier wasn't just temporary. With her face to the ground Tessler couldn't really make out exactly what she was feeling, but he could see the way she was wiping her hands methodically in the grass. Each movement was stiff and robotic, she wasn't thinking right now she was merely operating. Rooda's mind was clear of all thoughts and all feelings, instead she concentrated only on the movement of her hands across the many blades of grass. This was all in hopes of wiping the blood off of her hands, but Rooda was so fixated on the action itself that it took her a long few moments before she finally realized that her hands were in fact getting wetter. Rooda blinked her eyes very slowly and pointedly before allowing them to finally focus on the grass beneath her rather than the red stains on her skin, but instead of green grass all she saw was more red. In front of her the grass was pooled with more blood, snaking its way towards the girl's knees. Her eyes quickly flitted along the trail of blood until she spotted it's source just a few feet away. Rooda's body jumped at the sight causing Tessler, who had been watching her eagerly, to quickly drop to a crouch beside her. When she nodded ahead he turned his head and immediately saw what had scared her. Valour's eyes stared at both the Folly twins with a wide and incredibly...dead expression; his mouth, left agape, haunted the twins with the soundless screams that would forever be trapped inside. Valour's head lay on it side just next to his body. Two separate pieces now, both leaking the thick blood that continued to seep towards the District 2 tributes. But Rooda could not look away from his eyes, she was locked in his eternal disturbing gaze. A quick wave of nausea rode over her and her stomach immediately dropped, beheadings had always been her least favorite kills in the Games...

                                            well, that's one less to worry about I guess.
                                            ...Hannelore is going to be so pissed.

                                            " Eh, look what I found attempting to run into the woods? "

                                            speak of the devil and she shall appear.
                                            Rooda and Tessler both immediately turned, and while the latter stood up right away the former remained kneeling on the ground with her bloody hands held out in front of her. The twins stared expectantly at Hannelore for a brief moment, before they both simultaneously switched their attention to the poor thing she had dragged over. Caught in her clutches was a boy they both recognized to be the District 3 male tribute - Ceallach Huey. Rooda could remember seeing him in the training room making traps or something with the sort, always with an anxious or nervous look about him. Well, now he had a sure reason to be nervous, in fact it sort of looked like the kid was about to soil himself. She wouldn't have blamed him, looking up at the bloodstained and kill crazed Hannelore gave her anything but a comforting feeling. They were on the same team for now, but that didn't mean that Hannelore didn't make Rooda uneasy. Eventually, there can only be two victors... Tessler didn't think abut any of that when he looked at Hannelore, however, all he saw was a pretty face. Sure, she would eventually become just an obstacle in his path, but for now at least she was one nice enough to look at." I thought we could have a bit of fun with this one... " The word fun hit Rooda like a slap and the still fresh image of her knife in that boy's throat flashed between her eyes. What was fun about that? " See if we can entertain our audience a bit, " with that said Tessler discreetly nudged his sister with his foot and in response she shot to her feet. That's what this was, a show for all the people of Panem, bloody entertainment; and they could not disappoint. " After all, we need to put on a show for his folks to see! "

                                            If they wanted sponsors and fans the Folly twins would have to play along, they'd have to be the ruthless District 2 twins everyone thought they were. At the same time Rooda and Tessler grinned mischievously and looked at Ceallach, who really looked like he was going to piss himself. Hannelore shoved the kid towards them and Tessler held his hands up so Ceallach bounced against them when he got close enough. With their prey now equal distance between them Rooda took a few steps to her left so that they were now surrounding him. There was nowhere for this little rabbit to go, he was trapped by hungry hungry wolves. To their surprise Hannelore threw her weapons to the ground and began to taunt the young one. " Hit me! " she thundered. Tessler and Rooda laughed, forcibly, but the sound was still chilling. Hannelore continued to yell as Ceallach as she began to bounce around them, her fists thrown up in a lazy defense. Everyone knew District 3's tribute stood no chance, it was obvious.. Hann was just playing with her food. But, like any weak prey Ceallach did not want to fight, instead he seized the opening Hannelore left in their barrier and bolted away.

                                            Allow us.
                                            Tessler's face twisted into a devious smile and he prodded his sister almost playfully, but she just smiled right back and within a second they had shot off after him. Ceallach had created quite the distance between himself and his attackers, but not nearly enough. Their feet pounded against the ground in unison as they raced across the green clearing, It wouldn't take long to for them to catch up, not long at all, even with all the adrenaline surely coursing through the young boys veins he didn't stand a chance. These two were gunning for him, and the distance between predator and prey was closing fast...

                                            YOUR 10! Rooda's pace did not falter as she snapped her neck to the left and spotted a retreating figure. A girl with long dark brown hair was clumsily sprinting towards the treeline, she had been smart enough to avoid all the fighting but not smart enough to stay further away from the careers. Tessler's shout had not been a suggestion, it had been an order, and where Tessler says Rooda goes. So without much effort Rooda altered her path and bee-lined for the escaping girl while Tessler continued after the boy.

                                                  As his sister pulled away Tessler continued forward after stupid little Ceallach. They were getting close to the trees now, and no doubt the boy was having little thoughts of hope and survival. Oh, how Tessler could not wait to see the defeat in his face when he caught the little rabbit. He stretched his arm out, he was nearly there, just a few breaths away. It was easy to see that Ceallach was getting tired already, adrenaline only gets you so far, and sure enough the boy's speed began to slow. Seconds later Tessler had his hands pressed against the boy's back, soon after they made contact Tessler snaked his hand over to the kid's shoulder and gripped it hard, digging his fingers into the soft skin there. With a single tug, and a HUGE reduce in speed, Tessler dragged Ceallach to a halt, and swiftly he swung him around so he could get a more firm grip with a second hand.

                                                  To his surprise however, and probably everyone watching, Ceallch suddenly lashed out at Tessler's second hand and viciously bit into it. Tessler let out a very loud and painful yell, but did not hesitate in punching the boy with his other fist. You little s**t, he spat as he hovered over the boy with the bloody mouth, the hit had knocked him to the ground, but that wasn't his own blood on Ceallach's lips it was Tessler's. The kid had broken skin, not enough to seriously injure Tessler but enough to hurt him. He yanked Ceallach to his feet brought their faces close. I'm going to enjoy watching her tear you apart.

                                  This girl was even slower than Ceallach, not to mention she had no idea she was being chased. While she had probably heard Tessler's directions for Rooda there had been no looks over the shoulder or anything, she had just kept running for the forest without a thought. So when Rooda grabbed a fistful or brown hair and yanked backwards the tribute screamed in both surprise and pain. Rooda snatched a knife from her belt and yanked the girl's hair once more to pull her to her fee- Tessler screamed and everything stopped, including Rooda's heart. As panic washed through her system she immediately forgot about the girl in front of her and turned her head, frantically looking for her brother. If he was hurt, or worse- Just as she spotted her brother standing above Ceallach a body slammed straight into her own and together they tumbled to the ground.

                                  Rooda's head audibly smacked against the hard dirt causing black dots to dance across her vision. Sluggishly she felt her body turn onto it's back in response, but her thoughts were too clouded and slow to move anything else. When her sight began to clear Rooda finally realized who the girl she was chasing had been. District 8's Delana Spec not sat on top of Rooda's chest, quite painfully, with a wild look in her eyes and hands raised above her head. Clutched in those frail shaking hands was the knife Rooda had been holding just moments ago. Funny, she couldn't remember having dropped it. Yet there it was in Delana's hands, held high in preparation for it's new home- presumably Rooda's chest. huh. ironic, she thought dimly. The thought itself was so faint, as if she were hearing it through a door. And that pounding in her head was like someone was banging on her skull with a hammer. She'd gotten so distracted, she'd let her guard down, and this was to be her end : stabbed with her own weapon by a pathetic little thing girl from district with a measly score of 3, and all on day 1! The reality of the Hunger Games was different from how she had dreamed it so so many times. Delana's crazed stare bore into Rooda's own eyes. This was survival.

                                  Then the unthinkable happened - Delana fell sideways off of Rooda roughly as a shadow flew past them. It took another minute but adrenaline finally took hold of Rooda and clarity came flooding back. Without a second thought Rooda jumped to her feet and crouched defensively on the ground...but Delana was no longer there. Instead Rooda could once again see her retreating figure just ahead. The sun glinted off of the abandoned knife beside her, catching her attention once more. Again, there was no thinking as Rooda moved now, it was all training and instinct. Her gaze snapped back to Delana as she threw her hand out and snatched up the weapon.

                                  There is no room for innocence in the Hunger Games
                                  Rooda rose up.
                                  No friendships
                                  Her eyes narrowed, her arm raised, knife in hand.
                                  No mercy.

                                  Rooda thrust her arm in Delana's direction and the knife hurtled through the air. Delana had come a foot within the trees, a gleeful and frantic smile on her face, when the tip of that knife protruded through the front of her neck. With all that momentum Delana could not fall to her knees, but instead she was flung forward and onto her face.The cannon sounded, as the knife has sliced right through the spinal cord. Rooda did not look at the body, however, and she did not look again for her brother...instead she peered directly into the eyes just inside the treeline. The shadow who had zoomed past, the one that had shoved Delana off of Rooda, it was Balthar Flamsteed of District 10 staring back at her. They...hadn't ever really talked. The only thing Rooda had ever done was show him how to correctly swing an ax in the training room, yet he had just saved her life...and she may never get to find out why...

                                  ROODA!

                                        Tessler watched as Rooda observed the trees silently for a moment, clearly looking at something he could not see, but less than a minute after he had called her name Rooda was up, walking towards him. She would grab the knife on their way out of the cornucopia's clearing, they had all the time they needed now. The careers had done it, they had finally secured the area. All that was left was the shaking rabbit Tessler still had in his grasp. Shall we, he asked as his twin approached. Her returning smile was dimmer than he would have liked but Tessler did not bother, instead they turned together and marched Ceallach towards his awaiting death, who was currently grinning in their direction as she cracked her knuckles once more.

IRL Vampire

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                                        Unlike most of the other tributes, Balthar was quite calm as his platform raised to the surface. He knew he was going to die, and he knew that there was no point sulking about it. Putting on a strong front, putting on a disguise was the only option for the male of District 10. He knew he had better odds then some of the lower scoring tributes, but he also knew he was no match for the Careers -- he was a middle-man, a lone-wolf, well in the sense that he had made no friends and no alliances during his time training. He barely spoke to his tribute partner, Tayora -- he just didn't want to disappoint anyone with his inevitable death. He knew an alliance would be the death of him, for if he dared to care about anyone else he'd risk his life for them. Maybe that was a better way to go out, protecting someone, but he wanted to go out strong, with a fight. He knew deep down in his heart that he was going to die, and he was conflicted on how he wanted to go out. Balthar then shook his head, knowing that the games were beginning, and Balthar knew he needed to be level headed to survive the bloodbath. He wanted to at least survive the first night. He looked around him to see whether or not he could see any of the Careers, but he could barely see anything, let alone the numbered countdown which had just begun. Fifty Nine, Fifty Eight, Fifty Seven... "Well this isn't the least bit nerve-racking." Balthar said, sarcastically to himself. If felt bad for all those who were watching the clock, the ones who were jittery and scared of the games. The countdown was torturous to those who feared it, and glorious for those who embraced it. To Balthar, it was just a countdown, nothing more, nothing less. The count continued, and Balthar cleared his mind as best he could, making sure to keep cool and collected during the next few moment he would have. Five, Four, Three, Two, One...

                                        Balthar jumped off the platform, his feet hitting hard against the ground beneath him as he ran towards the Cornucopia. It didn't take long before the place was in sight, and he noticed he was one of the slower tributes to make it to the center of the bloodbath -- in fact, Balthar was the last tribute to come out of the tree line. The grass was already becoming blood soaked, and he had managed to dodge a few tributes who were already beginning to flea the scene. 'This is not good...' Balthar thought, seeing what the Careers were doing from a distance as he came to a stop. He spotted an axe within the depths of the Cornucopia, but he knew he'd never make it if he tried to get it. Instead his looked around for any weapon that was not too close to the center of the battle. "Damn it." Balthar muttered -- he could not see anything of use to him, and more tributes were fleeing into the tree line as their friends, enemies, and fellow tributes were being struck down one by one by the Careers. Balthar knew that if he didn't act fast he would be left in the Cornucopia, and then he would not have a sliver of a chance of surviving. Balthar then noticed something, a small pouch just a few feet in front of him. He ran to it, opening it up to see what was inside; an empty water bottle, some beef jerky and a small bag of trail mix was stashed in the small pouch. 'It's gonna have to do.' Balthar thought as he zipped the pouch back up and began to run as fast as he could towards the tree line -- there was no more time, he needed to get out of there now.

                                        As he ran towards the tree line he noticed two females 'wrestling' in the distance. At first he could not make out who they were, that was until he heard the yell of Tessler, one of the District 2 twins, only for one of the girls to react to the yell. 'Rooda.' Balthar thought as he noticed her being flipped onto her back by the other tribute. Just as he neared them, and saw the tribute raise up a throwing knife to strike Rooda where she lay. Balthar instincts kicked in, and he bashed into the female tribute with as much force as his he could produce while being able to still keep his footing; needless to say Blather succesfully knocked the girl clean off Rooda. Balthar did no stop, however, knowing that he would be next if he dared to stop before the tree line, and continued to run. It didn't take him long to break into the tree line, and once he was at a safe enough distance he turned back, only for his eyes to meet Rooda's. He knew he should have just left her to die at the hands of the other tribute, but he never did get to properly thank her for the advice on how to properly swing an axe with little to no damage. In that moment, Balthar promised himself that this would be the only time he helped the Career, and that he would try and stay as far away from Rooda, and everyone, as possible. He knew, deep down, that he would indeed see Rooda again during the games, but that she would be the death of him. How he figured this, he wasn't sure, but the thought did cross his mind. At the sound of Tessler calling his twin sister Balthar broke eye contact and continued to run through the forest -- he didn't know where he was going, but it was going to be as far away from the Cornucopia as the Capitol would allow him...he did not want to die on the first night...

                                        || Health: 10% 20% 30% 40% 50% 60% 70% 80% 90% 100% ||
                                        || Hunger: 10% 20% 30% 40% 50% 60% 70% 80% 90% 100% ||
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                                        || Supplies: Small Pouch ||
                                        Glass Bottle of Water -- 0%
                                        Beef Jerky -- 100%
                                        Trail Mix -- 100%

                                        || Out Of Corpses: First Balthar Post...sorry it's sooooooo shitty.
                                        I just really wanted to get his post out there and over with,
                                        since he is the only active character that has yet to have a first post...
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                                        || Location: Escaping the Cornucopia ||
                                        || Company: Nobody, briefly Rooda ||
                                        || Mood: Frustrated, Calm, Collected ||
                                        || Important Images: N/a For Now ||
                                        || Theme Song: Its Not My Time by 3 Doors Down ||
                                        || Outfit Details: black shorts w/ belt, maroon plain t-shirt ||
                                        hiking shoes, thin black jacket ||
                                        Hypocritical Muffin

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                                          • I chuckle with embarrassment as Saura gestures for me to sit down while she takes care of the camouflage. Doing what she recommends, I place myself on the ground with crossed legs and slight awe as she works the vines on the branches with clever fingers. Watching closely, I try my best to memorize what she’s doing. The way she’s made the vines seem so naturally placed is amazing. I’m on my feet again, picking out more greenery and try to put a little more effort on camouflaging this time. While I’m doing this, I hear Saura’s voice asking me something from far away. Sadly I don’t hear a word and I’m way too concentrated on doing this right in order to make ourselves less visible to others. “Give me one sec.” I mumble as I tie a few knots together.

                                            Pleased, I turn and start walking towards Saura’s direction when I swear I hear sniffling. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” I say while moving closer. Placing a hand on one of her shoulders, I offer a small smile as I try to comfort her. “You know, we have a pretty good chance. As long as we stick together and keep ourselves fed we have nothing to worry about.” I don’t mention the other tributes. We can avoid them easily and if it comes down to it...we can take them out. I’m not too sure in my ally’s combat skills, but I know she can stay alive. “I won’t let anything happen to you. We’re in this together.” I have the temptation of wiping away at her tears but I don’t think she’d like that and I don’t want to assume she would. I’ve never touched another person very intimately or vice-versa. If I tried to in district four, I think I may have had the good opportunity to be in a relationship.

                                            “Do you want water?” I ask while walking her over to our supplies. I uncap the canteen from my bag and hand it to her while we sit ourselves down. It’s not beneficial for her to cry since she’s on live television, but that’s not important. It’s good that she let’s all this out right now rather than hold it in. I sit Saura down and pat her back as she drinks from the canteen. She tries to give it back but I insist that she drinks more. With all the running and the tears she has just shed she’ll need lots of water. My mouth is very dry, but I can hold down my thirst until later. It’s Saura I’m worried about.

                                            Maybe a joke can at least make her smile. To me, it’s the best cure for anything. “Hey, Saura.” I say. She gives me her attention, her eyes still slightly red. “What does a clock do when it’s hungry?” I ask while she stares at me blankly. “It goes back four seconds. Get it?” Pun jokes have always made me smile, no matter how terrible they are. I grin at her, hoping to get a positive reaction and I do. I smile at her. It’s so comforting to have another person with you in the most dangerous of times. I’m hoping that the more I bond with Saura, the more she’ll learn to trust me. Not only that, but I’d also like Panem to see this as well, to show them that we can keep moving forward no matter what dire situation we're in. Who knows, we may even get sponsors out of this too.

                                            I take the handle of my sword and stick the tip of the blade into the earth. I’m not the best when it comes to analyzing. Actually, I can be very oblivious. Despite that, I want to keep a careful eye out for intruders. As long as I have an edged weapon I can keep the both of us safe.

                                            A soft yawn escapes Saura’s lips. I look at her and laugh. “That’s contagious, you know.” Then in short time, I yawn too. “I can take watch. Why don’t you try to get a little rest?”

                                            Health :: 100%

                                            Location :: Northern Jungle

                                            Company :: Saura (D3)

                                            Supplies :: a single large backpack (full water canteen, beef jerky, rice crackers, sword, dagger, fishnet, and antibiotics)

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