Post by james mcdaniels on Aug 9, 2011 18:01:50 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! James heart was beating fast. Thump. Thump. Thump. The rising of the platform was completely silent, which only made it worse in some strange way. Once he arrived at the arena and the gong sounded there would be no turning back. Heck, there never was a chance to turn back. James would have to race forward toward the Cornocopia and grab whatever useful supplies that he was able to. Preferebly a weapon and perhaps a sleeping bag. If he was only able to grab one thing James wanted to make sure that it was a weapon instead of something that wouldn't be able to aid him in hunting and killing the other tributes. The platform finally reached the top of the arena. He slowly examined and absorbed his new surroundings of the place that he would most likely die in. All around in a circle were the other tributes from the various districts around Panem. They appeared to be in some sort of manifested Jungle. James silently prayed that there would be one or more sources of water somewhere inside the arena. If there was only one water source, and it was a small one where anybody who attempted to drink from it was seen by other tributes..Well, to put it simply. Drinking would be a very dangerous thing to attempt to do. GONG It was time. The barriers around each of the tribute's platforms slowly rose above and away. James knew what he needed to do, but yet didn't quite know. James knew that he needed to get to the Cornicopia as quickly and easily as he could. There would be many people that went for it. Hell, in previous games that James watched half the tributes headed the opposite way without even considering going for something at the Cornicopia. James knew that he needed to get some sort of supply from it however. Some sort of tactical advantage. James's only problem was that he hadn't bothered to make any allies previous to the games. Once he got his stuff, he would bolt from it. But what he needed; was a knife. Rushing forward James managed to push one of the other tributes, he wasn't sure who, to the ground. It was a bit of a cheap move, but whatever kept him alive was tactical in his own eyes. Some of the other tributes had already gotten to the Cornicopia and he knew that if he too didn't get there soon that his chances of death would be highly increased. James began to break sweat. He was running fast, and the stress of the situation wasn't helping much. Then again everything about the Hunger Games was stressing. Finally reaching the Cornicopia James found what he needed with in seconds. He knew he shouldn't grab too much, otherwise he would become more noticable to the other tributes. He reached his hand out and grasped the hilt of a mediocore sized hunting knife. James noticed a backpack of things that was probably full of useful supplies and was about to grab it but when he noticed that some of the other tributes had already gotten their weapons and were trying to defend as much the supplies as they could, he decided agains it. There was nobody that James could officially trust as of yet. Nobody he could turn to for an ally. He knew that it wasn't a smart idea to ignore the fact that he could have temporary friends in the survival of his life but what was done was done. There would hopefully be more time for him to find some sort of trust worthy person to ally with. His best bet, he was guessing, would be with the other girl from District Nine, Aspen Hunter. As soon as he could, James would approach and offer her the alliance. 649 WORDS , Tributes , OUTFIT , District Nine Male here, so now killing...Yet! |
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