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[perrin rochelle piers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Perrin had wandered away from her brother. But for good reason. Traps would need to be set, fishing had to be done if there were fish to be had, and they needed to get their hands on some water. And she wasn't even too far from where they'd settled for the time being. They couldn't live on the non-perishables that'd been found in her backpack, anyway. Perrin huffed as she tightened a knot on a twitch-up snare and tossed her hair out of her face. Somewhere in the scuffle of escaping the cornucopia, her hairband had broken, and her hair was now becoming a trial to keep out of her face. Not only that, but it would be a danger if she ever got in a fight. Someone could easily yank on it and send her sprawling. Ideally, she could hack it off with a knife once she got the traps set up and started to pray that they worked. But then there was the emotional attachment… What was she doing? Thinking about how her hair looked when she was supposed to be trying to survive! She shook her head and focused her thoughts on the snare, finishing it off before heading toward the sound of the river. Once she got to the riverbank, however, she continued against the flow on the bank, fingering her knife carefully and keeping her eyes peeled. It would be a good idea to see if there was a pond or lake…some sort of source, somewhere where the water might be cleaner if it wasn't clean in the river. She wound up staring at a waterfall. Perrin stopped in her tracks and stared up at it for a few moments before looking down at the water only feet away from her. After some hesitation, she got onto her knees and bent over the water, scooping up a handful of water and cautiously raising it to her lips, letting down her watch for the time being. notes, i dun know what i'm doing, sooo… word count, 338 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[james mcdaniels]

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 ! The need for for water seemed to engulf everything about James. His body, his energy, and even his thoughts. Since the games had began he so far hadn't been able to find any sort of water source. That day was two days ago. He was forced to attempt and get water from the dew of plants in the morning. That was how desperate he was becoming. James knew that if he met somebody who was more energized than he was and was nowhere near as dehydrated as him..They wouldn't need to put up much a fight to get him to the ground and make sure that he didn't live to see the next day. He stumbled through the woods as he searched for the water that he desperately needed, doing his best to make as little noise as possible. James was quite talented at being silent, being a hunter back in District Nine helped him earn that precious skill. Twigs snapped as he clumsily placed his foot on them without paying much attention. Who the hell even cared anymore? James was still without an ally to trust and he was becoming weaker by the day. He could only hope that if he came upon one of the other tributes that they were as kind to help him instead of kill him. Perhaps somebody else who didn't have any allies either? Not likely. James was almost positive he was the only one without some sort of friend in the arena with him. James noticed that the trees and other plant life in the jungle was beginning to become more and more thin the further he walked in the direction he was. Perhaps he was getting close to the edge of the arena where the force field was? But no..The closer he got to the edge of the trees the more he could hear the loud roar of something. Could it actually be what James thought it was, or was he just delusional, and becoming too hopeful? He rushed forward at the chance that it could actually be what he thought it was. When he broke free from the tree line he stared in wonder and relief. In front of James was a set of multiple waterfalls, all compiled into one area. From the looks of it they were all freshwater as well. His only question was how hadn't he found any of the rivers that led to the waters sometime earlier? But it didn't matter. James slipped off his shirt and walked slowly toward the edge of the cliff that he was on. Backing up slowly, James sprinted forward and leaped off the top of the waterfall. It was a stupid idea, as the splash he made would probably make a quite noticeable sound throughout the jungle, but at this point he really couldn't give a damn about it anymore. Splash. James hit the pool of water that came from the waterfalls in the shape of a cannon ball. He had learned somewhere that cliff diving like that was dangerous, as it could damage your spine so badly that it paralyzed you. But from what James could tell, he was perfectly fine. Sure, maybe a little bit of pain in his butt from the landing but nothing that would last too long. His eyes opened underwater and he noticed multiple fish there. Definitely and excellent fishing spot. But with his luck the place would already have been spotted by other tributes and would be carefully watched. With that thought, James silently resurfaced, keeping only his head above the water. He was no excellent swimmer but he hoped he could at least survey the area quietly, without being noticed. To his right there seemed to be nothing except more water and plant life beyond the bank of the waterfall pool. To his left was where the trouble was. On the shore knelt a beautiful girl with long black hair and a pale complexion. James recalled her being from District twelve, but not her name. He also knew that both she and her brother were in the games together. Brother and sister generally would stick together. If the sister was there, then the brother was most likely somewhere nearby. Deciding it was best to go back underwater and swim in the opposite direction, down river, James took a deep breath. But just as he was about to go under once again..Wouldn't you know it? James sneezed loudly. Just. His. Luck. 756 WORDS , Tributes Only , OUTFIT , NOTES: Let's see what happens >D

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[perrin rochelle piers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Perrin poured the water in her hands into her mouth carefully and swallowed. After it slid down her throat, she paused, still looking down at the water, and waited. It seemed clean. It had to be, this close to the source. After a few moments, she deemed it safe and scooped up another handful, but used this to wash off her face. After the water hit her face, she wiped it off with the sleeve of her shirt, and went in for another gulp of water. And then she heard someone sneeze. Her head snapped up and Perrin scrambled to her feet, taking out her knife. The piercing blue eyes scanned the area and landed on a boy with golden-brown hair and lightly tanned skin in the water. She took a few steps away from the water, staring at him as she tried to remember what district he was from. It finally came to her when she thought back to the interviews. This was the boy from District Nine. Why wasn't he with the girl with bright red hair, the girl he'd entered the arena with? Had she not allied with him? Maybe he hadn't wanted her…after all, the girl seemed flighty. Perrin quickly ran a hand through her hair, getting it out of her line of sight. Why wasn't he coming after her? Surely the scrawny girl from Twelve would be an easy target, someone quickly eliminated. He could just pull her into the water and she'd drown, all on her own–having no skill for swimming–and he could take what she had. The black-haired girl stepped toward the water's edge again, her grip tightening on her knife, and called out to him, "Are you waiting until I turn my back to kill me? Or are you not going to? Because it's really concerning with you floating there…" Perrin rubbed the back of her neck as she trailed off. That didn't sound very threatening. Then again, she wasn't in the position to threaten anyone. She didn't want to threaten anyone, not yet. If he was going to kill her, he wouldn't have to worry about Hunter coming to her aid. It was a five or ten minute run from the waterfalls as it was, plenty of time for the boy from Nine to take her down. She could only hope that he didn't have any plans to kill her. notes, it was plenty to go off! hope i gave a decent post in return! word count, 418 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[james mcdaniels]

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 ! Screwed. That basically summed up James's position in his current situation. It was just his luck that his damned allergies decided to act up then. How unlucky could he be to finally find the water source he'd been looking for and then when he thought he was all alone and at peace he spotted a girl. The girl from District Twelve whose brother was probably somewhere near by. As confident as James was in himself he had no idea what the two of them were capable of. If they were to fight together he had no idea what he was going to do but that didn't mean he would give easily. James had found the water and he was as energized as he was the moment he entered arena three days ago. The girl's head snapped up and she stared at him with icy blue eyes. She had long curly black hair and it with her blue eyes it made her complexion even more fierce than it originally was. James could only wonder to himself why she wasn't grabbing some sort of projectile to chuck his way. It seemed like it would be her best chance to get at James. After all, he was the one in the middle of the water with no where to go except run. If he came toward her she would easily be more prepared than he was. The water would slow down his movements and James would be limited in strength while surrounded by the water. "Are you waiting until I turn my back to kill me? Or are you not going to? Because it's really concerning with you floating there…" Laughter. That's what first emitted from James's mouth. "It seems like to me, that YOU have the better advantage than me. I'm going to take a wild guess and say you don't know much about fighting?" Sure James was making a large assumption off of one comment from her but that didn't mean he was incorrect. Really, it seemed to be logistically correct. "Besides, what am I going to do to you in the middle of the water?" Not the best tactic for James to point out the obvious when she probably wasn't noticing it in the first place. But hey, James found a tad bit hard to kill a girl. Even if it was for his own survival. The only time that he would be able to bring himself to take down a female would be if it was a life or death decision. Even then it would probably haunt him for a day or two afterward. But if James was going to win this thing..Then he needed to be prepared to do what was necessary to make sure that he didn't lose. No matter the cost. 470 WORDS , Tributes Only , OUTFIT , NOTES: I hope I can get in another post today

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[perrin rochelle piers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] He was laughing. Why was he laughing? Oh, her question had probably sounded ridiculous, stupid. She would say he was being rude…but politeness had no place in a survival situation. "It seems like to me, that YOU have the better advantage than me." Perrin blinked at his first statement. Well, now that she thought about it, she did sort of have the advantage. She could easily have picked up a rock or a light branch and hurled it at him. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say you don't know much about fighting?" This would be true. But she didn't want to show it. She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a blank face and kept her gaze on the boy as he spoke again. Asking what he could even do to her if he was in the water. Now came the question of if she was going to give him ideas or not. It would be easy to tell him what she'd feared. That he could pull her into the water and drown her, that he was hiding a weapon and would attack when he got to the shore–though she could probably get away from him before he could get the chance to do that. So she went with being loose in her reply. "I can't swim." Maybe this was an obvious answer. If she could swim, wouldn't she be diving in to get at him? If she was one of the tributes that killed without a second thought, that was. But Perrin was not that type of tribute. In fact, she wasn't the type to kill after thinking twice. Injuring, she could live with herself for. It was easy to injure someone and run away, because they could almost always recover from that as far as she knew. But to kill someone…to be responsible for someone's face being projected into the sky, for the loss of a family member, that was something she could only do if it meant her own safety–life or death. "And to answer your assumption, I'd say I'm decent," Perrin said carefully, folding her arms over her chest. "If I wasn't, I would've ran for it the moment I saw you. I wouldn't risk it, even if you are in the middle of the water."r. notes, word count, 405 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[james mcdaniels]

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 ! Although the girl obviously couldn't see it, James fondled the hilt of his knife at his waist which was below water. In case anything unexpected happened he would at least be somewhat prepared. The thought had crossed his mind that the girl may just be trying to keep him talking while one of the other tributes she may have been allied with did something from behind him. Then again, if somebody did try to do something from behind him it wasn't like James would know about it. Not unless he heard footsteps from behind him or perhaps a splash or two in the water? Swiveling his head James turned to face backward for a good couple of a moments, taking in everything that was behind him as well. He was in a very vulnerable spot. He turned his head back toward the girl and spoke, "If we're going to continue talking to each other, we should probably tell each other our names! Even if one of us does eventually have to die in order for one of use tributes to win." He paused before continuing, "The name is James McDaniels! I'm the tribute from District Seven?" He wasn't sure if she had heard him or not, as he had attempted to keep his head down and kept a low profile in the capitol for training and the interviews. "I can't Swim" "You can't swim? Probably not something you want to be telling someone you don't know very well!" James ducked his head back under the water and silently swam toward the shore. If he was going to talk to the District Twelve girl it was going to be from a point where they both had an equal advantage, area wise. The next time that he resurfaced was near the shore and he trudged out of the water and onto the ground, sopping wet. His jeans slightly sagged from the weight that each ounce of water put on them. His white shirt clung to his chest, making it clear that he was slightly nipping. Although he and the District Twelve girl were a good couple hundred yards away James still kept his arm loose in case for a need or urge to grab his knife from behind him which was tucked in between his pants and body. "Aren't you the one with the brother here too? That kind of sucks." James said. Sure it was blunt, but it pretty much just popped out of his mouth. He had a bad habit of just saying things that came into his mind before thinking about it twice. He wondered if he would think twice about killing another person or not? 449 WORDS , Tributes Only , OUTFIT , NOTES: N/A

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