MJ’s Comments (group member since Aug 14, 2012)

MJ’s comments from the The Hunger Games RP group.

Zander gasped as he felt things hit him, and blood drip out of his body. He checked to see if any of the weapons had hit any crucial areas, such as his neck, stomach, or chest. He then realized something. He gulped and pulled an arrow out of his eye, causing the eye to fall out with it. Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh. Two more were piercing his arm and leg. He picked up the arrow and quickly removed it from his sight. He frowned and ripped a piece off of his leaf bed to make coverage for his eye, then went back into the water, where he plucked out the two other arrows. He washed out each injury thoroughly, then went back to camp, quivering.

((Sorry, I was just feeling write-y. I should have let people post for their characters to react, I'm sorry, guys. I hate God-Modding myself, I do, and I imagine how you feel. Please forgive me.))

Zander peered through the darkness, he didn't see any other tributes, but he kept his weapons close. He grabbed one of the weapons he had made, he knew that the others would have regained consciousness by now and noticed Cecilia was gone, missing. Kidnapped. He slapped his face twice to keep himself awake, they could be finding him at any moment now and he wasn't going to fall asleep. Two more slaps, harder than the ones before. He grabbed a stick near him and sharped the shells and rocks. He had to be ready, he had to be prepared. He looked over at Cecilia and stroked her hair gently, something didn't seem right. She looked sick. He didn't have any materials at the time, to help her, they were stolen, but he made a mental note to try to get herbs or something later. He then turned his attention back to the dark, endless woods.

Zander came from behind and climbed on top of the tent, his delicate bones were a good thing at this time. He looked inside and saw Cecilia sleeping soundly next to... Cullen. Whoop dee do. He slowly, carefully, and silently as the wind, went into the tent. He wouldn't destroy them physically. No, not tonight. But it seemed that Cullen and Cecilia were getting close. He would have to destroy them, well, at least Cullen, so it seemed, emotionally. He gave a blow to Cullen's head, which he hoped would knock him out for at least five minutes, probably less, though, and picked up Cecilia, gently, very, very, silently. He put a firm hand over her mouth, in case she woke up, and cariied her out the way he came: over from behind the tent and out to his hidden shelter a few miles away. He laid her down on his bed, kissed her on her forehead, then made himself another leaf bed. He would stay up for a while longer, however. Yes, he wasn't sleeping yet.

Zander awoke at the sound of the announcement. He knew his target. He wanted his revenge. He narrowed his eyes. He would wait for a little while longer, then he would find them. He knew where they were, anyway. He sharpened his weapons and added even more rock fragments and shell fragments. He stood up and began to wait. All they needed to do was fall asleep.

Zander set up his own camp that night, the best he could. He found a small cave, enough room for about two people, and made a bed out of leaves. He spent a long time that night making spears from wood, and scraps of metal the others had left. Anything that he could throw. He waded into the lake again and got some sharp fragments of shells and rocks. He then stuck them into his weapons, making them more deadly. He was on his own now, and as much as he wanted to be with Cecilia again, he knew there was no turning back. He laid his weapons by his side and drifted off into a light sleep.

((Woah, I missed a lot....) Zander managed to move slightly, but the knife hit hime directly in the shoulder balde, which could cause some serious damage. Helooked up, and as soon as he saw the careeers, he started running. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid to actually trust them. Meanwhile, he neede some water. And fast. He ran tho the banks, far enough away so the careers wouldn't find him for at least a good thirty minutes. He ripped off his top and waded into the water, watching the blood flow out. This was good. This showed signs. He looked up at the sky, praying for medicine of somesort. He had to have some supporters, somewhere, right?

((Oh muh word! I've been gone for a while...))

((Here!))

Zander sat unspoken next to them, thinking about their next strategies. He looked from Faith to Cecilia, sighing.

((Sorry!)) Zander nodded and ran after Faith, determination in his glare.

Zander paced over next to Faith, looking at Adara and Cecilia.

((Off))

"Oh."

((Idk))

Zander stopped when Faith stopped. "What are you thinking about?" He asked gently.

"Yeah, I guess..."

((Good point.... Lol XD ))

Zander felt a bit bad, but he had to contain those feelings. These were the Games. He kept looking.

"Yes." He crossed his arms and looked at Mirima in surprise.

He shrugged. "As many as you can."

"It will only be for a day. To prove you'll be loyal. You won't be our servants." He said , solemn look on his face.

"Well... You could kill some tributes for us. And bring us food."

"Mmm... If we agree, you'll have to do something for us."

Zander's eyes widened as he chased after her.