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Post by rosy! on Aug 5, 2011 22:18:17 GMT -5
the gong has sounded. let the seventy-second annual hunger games begin. the following tributes have not been accounted for and can be killed or injured:
-both the boy and girl from district two -both the boy and girl from district five -both the boy and girl from district six -only the boy from district eight -only the boy from district eleven
at least four tributes from this group must be kept alive.
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Post by tabby marl herringbone on Aug 5, 2011 22:45:52 GMT -5
Rising out of the underground prep area underneath the arena, Tabby Marl Herringbone sniffed the air, greeted by something slightly unfamiliar. She recognized the scent from plants in training, but it was vague, and nothing she could recall from back home. Opening her eyes once the tube around her slid away, she took in fully what the arena was- a jungle, vast and spreading out in all directions. She caught a whiff of something else she'd never smelt before- salty, fresh. Hopefully, she'd figure out what it was later. Looking around at her fellow tributes, she stood tiny but sturdy, ready to put up a fight. There was one minute before the gong would sound. One minute before about half the tributes would die, and tabby would make sure she was not one of them. Standing ready to pounce, she waited calmly for what seemed like the longest sixty seconds of her life.
GONG.
Everything became a flurry of quick motions. She pounced right off of her podium, barreling straight toward the cornucopia. Her tiny figure proved well, just like Cotton had said- she was able to run around branches swifty, and hop from bush to bush and rock to rock, avoiding the already-flying weapons from what had to be the kids from district two. Before she reached the Cornucopia, she crouched down, concealed by the leafy plants of the jungle. Quickly, she fished her sock off her foot, shoved her foot back into her shoe and grabbed what was next to her- a rather sharp dagger and a sturdy rock with a slightly pointed tip. Using her teeth, she pulled thread from the inside of her jacket, tied the dagger to the rock, and shoved it into her sock. Hopping straight up, she ran back to the Cornucopia, and swung her sock (now a bona fide weapon) into the face of the boy from District 6. Hearing his screech of pain, she grinned and giggled, but didn't stop.
Reaching out to grab what looked like a small utility pack, she ran away from the Cornucopia, taking clear note of the bloodshed that occured. Now, she needed to find a way to reunite with Jenson and Finley- they had allied, after all.
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Post by perrin rochelle piers on Aug 6, 2011 0:07:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] now you're one of us, you're coming with me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Perrin had kept her eyes closed as her platform had lifted from under the arena to her starting position, her fingers twisting her token–a simple silver ring–around her finger with no abandon. Once she felt the platform come to a stop, she exhaled and opened her eyes. The first thing she did was observe who she was next to. The boy from Eleven…the girl from Two. People she could outrun. Now, it was clear she wasn't going to last in the Cornucopia if she went for the big things. She wasn't a fighter by a longshot.
Next thing to be observed were her surroundings. Green. Lots and lots of green. The smell of salty air, a twinge of humidity. It was all unfamiliar. She probably learned about something like this environment in school, but she hadn't paid attention. She was going to try and survey the treasures of the Cornucopia, but was stopped when a loud noise echoed overhead.
The gong.
Where was she was going to go? In a split second Perrin was lost. She stood her ground on her starting platform. Where to go, where to go? Ten feet ahead of her was a glistening knife next to a brown backpack. That was something she could reach. No sooner had the thought occurred to her had she taken off toward the bloodbath beginning to ensue. It seemed that the boy from Eleven had gotten the same idea somewhere in the mix, because he was going for the same area.
Perrin dove forward, snagging the hilt of the knife as the boy's feet barely grazed her ponytail. Her breathing had rapidly increased by this point. Her other hand lashed out and grabbed the backpack before she rolled onto her back and waited for a few seconds before leaping to her feet. She took note of the small girl from Eight, then the pair from Six and how they were performing. Not much later, a rock had struck the boy, and he fell.
Hunter. Where was Hunter?
Perrin twirled in a brief circle, searching for her brother while avoiding the gaze of any career looking to pick off the weeklings, before dashing for the trees, slinging on the backpack. She prayed that Hunter would see her leaving and take the hint to leave before he got hurt–unless he hadn't even bothered with the Cornucopia and left.
Unfortunately, she didn't get very far from the Cornucopia before she tripped over an exposed root and went tumbling down. The knife she had dived for earlier flew from her hand, falling a few feet away from her, and her cheek impacted with the ground as the wind was knocked out of her. As she struggled for breath, Perrin rolled over under the cover of a large leaf, eyes wide. |
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Post by hunter rook piers on Aug 6, 2011 0:20:49 GMT -5
Hunter only had one concern going into that arena- keep Perrin alive. So, when he was raised up into the arena, he had a bit of trouble believing what he was seeing. Green, everywhere. He heard a bit of rushing water, too- heavy water pouring down into some other basin. Taking note of his surrounds, he crouched on the platform he was raised on, ready to go as soon as possible. Perrin wasn't in sight, but judging by the design of the cornicopia, she couldn't be far. From years of watching the Games, he knew how this would begin- a good portion of them would be cleared out within a matter of minutes, the bodies would be collected, and the bloodbath would subside. Then, the real 'fun' would begin.
His icy eyes, the same exact eyes he shared with his sister, darted around, taking in whatever was around him- to his left, a semi-sturdy looking green backpack, a few cheap looking daggers, and a few jugs of water. But, upon settling his eyes on the cornicopia, he saw what he needed. A pickaxe, lying amongst a heap of other goodies. That was all he had to do. Run straight forward, grab the axe and snag the backpack, then find Perrin, and pray that she was still alive.
The bell sounded.
He ran off the platform, the girl from two beside him, her red locks swinging wildly with her steps. He had to be faster. Dropping one arm to the side, he felt his elbow loop into a drawstring- not entirely sure of what he just picked up, he kept running, straight toward the pickaxe. Grabbing it, suprised by it's fairly light weight, he ran out of the bloodbath, feeling a small scrape on his arm caused by a dagger. Through the corner of his eye, he saw the slightest amount of blood. Cursing under his breath, he kept running till he saw the familiar mane of black hair that was his sister. "Perrin!", he shouted, moments before he tripped. Bending down quickly, he gripped her arm tightly, "C'mon, let's go, let's go!" Running and tugging her away at the same time, he ran, shooting one fleeting glance back. Violent amounts of red blood were splattered across the cornicopia already, but it didn't matter who's it was. All he knew was that people had already died. They had to keep moving.
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Post by atticus savoy kai on Aug 6, 2011 1:08:54 GMT -5
Atticus closed his eyes as the platform raised, only opening them when the light hit his face. His dark eyes scanned the horizon and saw only thick jungle vegetation. He could handle this. He had no memento from home. For he didn't really have a home, did he? No, his home was this arena. This is what he waited for his entire life. However, he did have one thing. It was a small and simple ribbon that was the same exact color blue as Perrin's eyes. Which made sense, seeing as it was Perrin's ribbon. He had stolen it from a stylist's table and woven it into his hair.
Atticus waited patiently for the gong to sound, his body tensing. He was not afraid. The gong sounded and Atticus leaped from his platform over a decaying log and barreled into the cornucopia area. He picked up a stick and broke it over his knee before whacking some poor tribute on the back side of the head with it. He then jumped over the injured kid and headed for the middle of the pile. He shouldered his way past some of the braver tributes, including the boy from four, and used his stick when necessary.
Atticus heard someone calling Perrin's name. He resisted looking back for her, but only just so. She was pretty. Nothing special... Right? Atticus grunted and shoved his hand into the dense pile and pulled out a shimmering sword. He grinned wickedly and swung it a bit, testing it. Good. He quickly used it on an invading tribute, killing her. Atticus defended the choicer gifts in the pile with all he had. He found a large sack and began to fill it with one hand while the other fended off tributes.
Atticus shouldered the sack, his thin but strong body coming in handy, and began to trek into the jungle. He chose a thick patch of vegetation, where he knew the others would not go. He cursed his luck. A jungle he could handle. But a jungle like this, so humid and damp, clearly meant water. Which meant those two from four would have an advantage. Atticus didn't need to win though. He only needed to prove a point.
Atticus found a sturdy tree and sorted through his sack. He chose thick knives and stowing his sword in his belt loop, his sack on his back, he dug the knives into the tree and began to climb to the top, yet sturdy branches. High ground was the advantage in this game.
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Post by perrin rochelle piers on Aug 6, 2011 2:36:46 GMT -5
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Perrin attempted to sit up when she heard a familiar voice saying her name. Not very long after, she saw Hunter coming toward her. Her eyes widened a little more as her arm was gripped by him. her voice was a gasp as she spoke, still trying to catch her breath, "Hunter!"
"C'mon, let's go, let's go!" Hunter began to drag her along. She was dragged for a few feet, and her eyes caught a glimpse of the knife she'd lost only moments before. Her free hand wrapped around the hilt again, and she struggled back to her feet. Perrin stumbled for a couple of steps before picking up her balance and speed so she could keep up with Hunter.
He would last longer if he wasn't looking out for her, why was he doing this? She'd seen siblings before that had ripped each other apart two days in. But they were tighter than the others. Perrin and Hunter had lost a parent and had gotten through that. She didn't want to loose a sibling. Maybe it was best that they stuck together. So she wouldn't be left wondering if he was dead or alive.
The question of if someone was dead or alive was, however crossing her mind. But not about Hunter. But about a boy she'd met before. Perrin shook her head to clear it and grabbed Hunter's arm, trying to pull him to a stop.
She looked him over for injuries. She herself had a number of bruises and scrapes already, but Hunter…Hunter was bleeding. He had a pickaxe, and a sack. Those would be helpful. Added to her own backpack and knife. But first she needed to stop the bleeding from the injury on his arm.
"Hunter, let me see your arm," she said sternly, her face soft, "before we go any further. I don't want you bleeding, it makes me worried." |
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Post by ruby jade opaline on Aug 6, 2011 9:07:05 GMT -5
The arena was not familiar to her, but soon, very soon, it would be. The jungle was full of foliage, easy for concealment. And somewhere, deep in the jungle, she heard rushing water. Water usually meant food, and even though Ruby was no fisher, she knew how to throw weapons at moving targets very well. Standing on the podium, she only had one little piece of home with her. It was tiny and harmless to her- a small silver ring on her finger, inlaid with a soft ruby in the center. It was, in all honesty, nothing special to her, but she knew that the Capitol would go wild over the idea of her keeping her namesake in the arena. Hearing the gong sound, instantly, she took off, running straight in a clean line toward the Cornicopia. On her way, she used her periferal vision to spot the other tributes- the girl from two was by her, and the boy from five, as well. They could be killed, easily.
Upon reaching the Cornicopia, she grabbed a hold of the weapon she needed- a sword with a very refined tip and sharp edges. Once her grip on the blade was firm, she climbed to the very top of the Cornicopia- the other tributes would be too concerned with grabbing what they needed, as opposed to avoiding the others. With her other free hand, she grabbed a throwing knife with serrated edges, and threw it straight into the chest of the girl from two. The red that was now spreading on to her shirt matched the hair on her head.
Swiftly taking another knife, she threw it, hearing a sickening sound. Not bothering to check who it was, Ruby snatched up a small brown pouch, unsure of what was in it, but this was no time to check. Now was the time to bolt from the Cornicopia. Using her sword, she leaped for the cornicopia to a tree, and stuck the sword into it for a tight landing. Now, she was a fair distance from the Cornicopia. Pulling the sword out, she ran to the direction of the churning water that she heard.
On her way there, she paused for a moment, catching her breath. Looking out, she flashed a smile with a wink, then pushed her hair behind her shoulder. That one was for the Capitol.
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Post by litener jayber tolding on Aug 6, 2011 9:21:44 GMT -5
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it was his only hope, the noises that surrounded him, the smells rising from around him, and soon, the feeling of whatever was on his feet. deep inhales revealed plants, some he had smelled while training, and faintly somewhere, salt. lots of salt. but that could have just been his own sweat already pouring from his body. 'just stay low.' he thought. 'stay low and they can't see you. stay low and you aren't a target.' there was no way litener was heading into the mess that would soon be the cornucopia. he'd decided that if he went more than ten steps before fleeing he'd probably be dead.
and though his body'd been tensed in preparation for the noise, the gong still surprised him. he dropped to the ground crouching and as hurried forward. his foot hit something and his hand reached out, patting the ground. stick, no, ever better. spear. he could handle that. someone, he couldn't remember who, had helped with with spear training. a spear, though the tip felt flimsy and not very quality, would probably be his best bet.
he ran, hearing the pants and screams of battle already in the opposite direction, toward what he knew had to be the cornucopia. the heavy stench of blood. he heard a grunt to his side and ducked down, not knowing who or what it was but feeling a swing of air near where his head could have been. he didn't quick move fast enough, or in the right direction however, because soon he felt something running along his back. he winced, feeling the cut begin to seep blood, but he kept running, further and further away from the noises of battle. |
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Post by hunter rook piers on Aug 6, 2011 10:00:36 GMT -5
Now that he had gotten his sister, all that they had to do was bolt. They were a team in this arena, and of course he wanted to live, and he hoped Perrin did, too. So, they would try their hardest to keep eachother alive- right? No, he would never kill his sister, ever. And he wouldn't let anyone kill her, either. With his hand still gripping her arm, he didn't stop moving, trying to distance them as far away from the bloodbath and hellhole of the Cornicopia. "No, Perrin, we can't stop!", he said, turning around to her, not ceasing the movement of his feet. Looking at her expression, he softened slightly- she meant the best. "Alright, but it's nothing, just a scratch."
He stopped moving, the Cornicopia now out of sight. Looking at the cut, he examined it slightly. It was from some sort of weapon, not a stray branch, and it wasn't very deep- it had just skimmed the first layer of his skin, but it was a cut. And, it was bleeding. He could understand Perrin's worry. There was no sound of anyone else's feet around him, and he couldn't see anyone. He supposed that, while this was not the best place to stop, this was a good place to check what they had captured at the Cornicopia. Breathing heavily, he put the pickaxe down quietly, and opened up his bag.
Inside, there was one roll of gauze- they would need that- an empty mason jar, a blanket, a single pin (the kind that you would use in one's hair) and a package of beef jerky and some sort of dried fruit. It wasn't pure gold, but it would help them, definitely. If he'd snagged a backpack inside the Cornucopia, they would probably be better off, but he wasn't going to risk going back there. At least, not now. Not today.
"Perrin, what's inside your backpack?", he asked, bringing his eyes to meet her's. They could pool their assets, which would help. Taking the gauze out from his bag, he cut a piece of it off by running it across the sharp blade of the pickaxe, then wrapped it around his arm. Fishing the pin out of the bag, he clipped the gauze so it wouldn't move, then nodded to Perrin. "You cut anywhere?", he began, "we should keep moving."
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Post by twitch pixel lornewench on Aug 6, 2011 12:16:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 442 ( TAGGED ) TRIBUTES ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Twtich bounced anxiously from foot to foot as she rose up from her prep area to the arena. She was nervous. What self-respecting non-career tribute wouldn't? This, however, was especially nerve-wracking. Her fellow tribute was blind. She had to choose between keeping him alive and letting him die on his own at someone else's hands.
Light finally hit her face, along with the sudden feeling of humidity. Around her was nothing but green. Some sort of forest? There was the sound of water falling into a body of the same element. Waterfall. At least she wouldn't have to go searching for water. She was in-between the tributes from six, which she could handle, if she didn't go after them. A yard from her feet, there was a sharpened rock in a clump of roots. That could be used. But in the Cornucopia, there was a beautiful, glinting hilt of a sword. Those she'd trained with. She could use that…or the bow and arrows at the mouth of the Cornucopia.
When the gong sounded, Twitch scrambled off her podium in the direction, then stopped dead to look around for Litener. He had run in the same direction, but had changed. With luck, maybe he'd get out without and incident. So she sprang forward to get the rock.
After the rock was in her hands, she proceeded to bolt toward the pile of goodies awaiting her in the Cornucopia. A strong arm, however, impacted with her stomach and knocked her off her feet only inches away from the bow and arrows. With a sharp gasp, she fell to the ground. Hovering over her was the boy from Five, holding an impressive-looking machete. He pinned her to the ground with one foot and moved to slice her neck. Twitch slashed at his thigh with the rock and began to scramble away, but not before the blade had cut into her arm and made a long scrape down it.
After struggling to her feet, she scrambled and grabbed the bow and quiver, then charged away from the melee. Her eyes caught a glimpse of Litener, and her feet moved so she could follow after him, but not before another of the tributes had the chance to get him in the back. The dark eyes widened, she slung the quiver across her back and pulled an arrow from it, then aimed at the tribute who'd gotten Litener–with difficulty–and fired at the attacker. She didn't bother to go after the arrow, but instead hurried after Litener.
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Post by perrin rochelle piers on Aug 6, 2011 12:31:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] now you're one of us, you're coming with me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just a scratch. Perrin nearly rolled her eyes. She didn't care if it was just a scratch, it could still get infected, he could still possibly get blood poisoning. Sticking her knife through her belt-loop, Perrin surveyed her brother again and slipped off her backpack, watching him tend to his cut. After setting the pack down, she bent down to inspect her spoils, taking each item out and setting it on the ground.
A few non-perishable food items. Those could last a week or more if they rationed them out. A small roll of twine. That could be used for traps…she'd have to let Hunter do that. She'd been rubbish during training when it came to tying knots and snares. Then there were a few other items, but she left them in the bag and returned the things she'd taken out before looking up at her brother when he spoke.
Her voice was steady as she replied, "No cuts. Just a couple of bumps and bruises so far."
Perrin stood up and slipped the straps of her backpack back on, nodding. Staying in one place this soon after the Cornucopia wasn't a very smart choice. Any moment, the Careers could start assembling and heading in their direction. She didn't wait for any further instruction, but started walking. |
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Post by iekeline sage aster on Aug 6, 2011 12:46:03 GMT -5
The minute she rose up to the arena, her eyes locked in on the bounty ahead at the cornicopia. There was an axe. That was what she needed. That axe. Looking around at her tributes, she noted that the boy from six was to her left, the tiny girl from eight to her right. She needed to take note of hwat direction they would run in once the gong sounded, but she couldn't waste time. That axe in the center? She needed it. There were a few, three to be exact, and she just needed one. There were knives, too, closer to her. She needed those, too, and one backpack. Near her, there was a small satchel. She would use that, too.
The gong sounded.
Instantly, she jumped straight up, latching on to a tree- she could climb these trees. District 7 had every tree imaginable, she knew what to do. As fast as she could, she found her way onto the branches and swung from brach to branch, now at the Cornicopia. Dropping down, she found herself next to the girl from one, but spent no time talking. Reaching her skinny arm down, she grabbed the axe and flung it, watching as it cleared straight through a tree.
Instantly, the tree fell down, hitting a tribute in the process. She wasn't entirely sure, but it looked like the boy from two. Grabbing the second axe, she ran back to her podium spot and away from the bloodbath, grabbing the satchel she saw, as well as the little pack of knives. Taking to the trees again, she climbed up one all the way to the very tree top. Now, she had a whole view of the arena.
It was vast. There were treetops everywhere but they had to stop somewhere- there was water to her left, and in the distance, she saw what looked sort of like a cave- not sure, but these trees were her home for the remainder of her time in the arena.
The game had begun.
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Post by finley nereus conwy on Aug 6, 2011 18:54:00 GMT -5
Finley sucked in his breath as he rose into the jungle. It was hot humid, and something he had never seen before. His whole life he had lived by the sea. With tall grass and such, but nothing like this. This was thick and impenetrable foliage. Finley felt fearful for the first time. He clutched the carved pendant Jenson had carved him as it hung from a thin leather cord around his neck. He looked skyward and said quietly, "Lura..." Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The gong sounded.
Finley's eyes snapped open as he took off for the cornucopia. He launched himself over a arge rock, using his right arm for leverage to get up and over the obstacle. He landed on his feet solidly and continued on at a dead run. He burst though some bushes and skidded to a stop in the thick dirt of the clearing where the cornucopia lay. Tributes ran every which way and the ground was slippery with blood and gore. Finley nearly lost his supper, but he held it down and forced himself to look for the weapon he wanted.
There. A trident and net. Finley nearly cried out in joy as he jumped in the air, his fist pumping. He landed to see a brutal looking tribute heading for him. The boy from eleven, he believed. The boy went to hit him with a club. Finley blocked it with his arm and then punched the boy in the gut. He pushed the boy back and then spun and kicked the boy in the side of the head. He leaped a step and flipped over the falling boy. He landed on the balls of his feet and his left hand. He pushed off the ground and barreled toward the boy from one.
He caught a swipe from the boy's sword in the side, but merely grunted and dove for the trident and net. He wrapped his arms around it, locking his wrist by grabbing it with his other hand. He then tumbled down the other side of the pile and landed in a heap at the bottom. He disentangled the trident and net with the skill of a practiced fisherman and picked up the trident. He slung the net over his shoulder and then snagged a pack that was heavy.
Hopefully something good was in it. Finley looked for his next target. The little girls. Jenson and Tabby. He spotted Tabby with a sock. He dodged a blow from a tribute and tangled the girl's legs in his net and quickly stabbed them in the neck, pulling his net away and spinning the tribute away from him. He then took a chance and called, "Tabby!" She wasn't that far away from him by this point. Then he shouted louder, "JENSON! JENSON!" He shouted for her, listening hard for a reply while watching for any attacks. The boy from District One disappeared into the jungle, as did Ruby. The two from three were coming together and the siblings from twelve were heading off together.
Finley would not leave without Jenson. He spun his grip on the trident and held it over his shoulder like he was using it as a spear. He also began to twist the net in the air. The small weights on it clinked as it moved, making a deadly and cruel sound. Finley narrowed his eyes against the bright sun and waited for either Jenson, Tabby, or his next victim.
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Post by tabby marl herringbone on Aug 6, 2011 19:20:54 GMT -5
Strapping the utility pack to her back, she kept running, her tiny frame concealed easily by the large plants. Cotton and her had agreed that this would be one of her greatest advantages in the games- people could barely see her unless they caught site of her bright blonde hair. Right now, however, she needed Finley and Jenson to be able to locate her- she trusted them, and knew that they wouldn't stab her back, at least anytime soon, that was. Gripping her sock fashioned weapon even tighter, she darted around like a little animal, listening carefully for other people.
The sounds from the Cornucopia were prominent now- loud screams of pain, splatters of what must have been blood, the brandishing of weapons and stomping of feet- she would bet that at least five tributes had been cleared out by now. Her thoughts were interupted by a sudden object blocking her path. Looking down, her eyes widened as she saw the boy from five, the one she hit square in the face and the gut, on the ground, dead as a doornail. Dead as the little kids who couldn't make it through their first year of working in the factories in District Eight. She giggled, hopping over him.
In the background, she heard a new noise- a large swoosh, followed by a heavy thomp, then chorused by a vast amount of screams and shouts. She didn't look behind her, but judging by the heaviness of the sound, she would believe that someone had managed to get a tree to fall over.
"Tabby!"
She paused instantly, turning around to see Finley bolting towards her. Flashing her wide and toothy grin, she greeted him, "Finley!", still running, she slowed down for a moment to allow him to catch up. She was fairly distanced from the Cornucopia, and she could tell that Finley had grabbed himself a good arsenal of weapons. A net and a trident- perfect. It wouldn't be an advantage to her later in the games, if her and Finley were to survive to that point, but for now, they had weapons.
"Are you doing well? You look flustered, let's keep running, Jenson will find us. Or you, at least...I think I'm too tiny for her to spot", she began, still running. The utility pack she snagged was good for camoflauge- a darkish green color, it blended in well with the thresh-y forest background. "Oh, wait- Hello Cotton!", she whispered under her breath. The Capitol would most likely go wild for that, but that wasn't for them- it was just to tell Cotton, who she knew was watching and gathering sponsors, that she was alive, on the move, and (for the moment) safe.
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Post by aspen acacia hunter on Aug 9, 2011 12:01:51 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: TRIBUTES OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: 495 WORDS. Aspen wasn't going to lie to herself. She was excited to go into the arena. This is what she'd been aiming for since she had been reaped. She was set on winning, and she was going to get back at the Capitol for making her family suffer. As she rose up into the arena, Aspen seemed actually rather calm, and her face was set in concentration as she made short bounces from one foot to to the other until the light hit her eyes. That was the moment when she went absolutely still.
A jungle. Trees all around. She could handle this. After all, she was a hunter for her district. She could maneuver around trees…the only challenge was going to be the humidity, which she could already feel setting in. Oh, well, that meant that there was a water source. All shed have to worry about was purifying it if anything.
The next thing she focused on was the cornucopia. Stacked high with goodies as always. She could spot a bow and a quiver of arrows, which would be an excellent tool for her in the Games, she'd been raised on archery. But she got along perfectly well with knives. In fact…there were two that would be fantastic, sitting just inside the cornucopia. Aspen knew she could get to those. She could bolt in there and grab the knives without hesitation, she was fast enough for that. But could she get out without incident? Maybe. If she didn't draw attention to herself.
GONG.
Aspen leapt forward without hesitation. She set off toward the cornucopia at a feverish pace, eyes set on her choice weapon. Skidding to a stop, she bent down and scooped up the knives. For a long moment, Aspen kept close to the opening of the golden horn, looking at the other tributes, taking note of the boy from One. She'd pegged him as hostile, and she was right. He'd broken a stick over his leg. She glanced down and looked for anything that could be useful. A backpack, which she picked up and slung on without delay.
When she looked up, the boy from One had gotten his hands on a sword. Aspen's eyes widened, and she made the decision to run and find somewhere to hide. But she didn't get too far before one of the career boys–she was pretty sure it was the boy from Two–grabbed her by the backpack and threw her to the ground. He'd gotten to one of the gleaming axes. This was not the time for drawing out violence, but he slowly traced the sharp end from her temple to her chin, leaving along cut that quickly began to bleed. She lifted one of her knives and stuck it in the side of his thigh, using the moment that he used to recoil and shout to leap to her feet and run.
tell me that we both matter dont we
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