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Arena 39
Dakota West, D4...
Dakota gasped at the smell of the Arena. It was so metallic and he hated the reeking stench. He wished he could see the Arena, although he wondered if it would just disorient him more at the sight of it. But the smell... Ugh! He hated it, especially since he had increased the sensitivity of his smell when he became blind. But Dakota was glad he hadn't been as great with his smell as he was with hearing. He clicked his tongue, though it didn't give too much description of where he was. He noticed the Cornucopia and several supplies, and he already knew what he was going to take.
Gong...
Dakota sprung off his plate with a leap and continued to race to the supplies. He snatched a staff from the ground and tripped another Tribute, causing he/she to fall flat on their face. Dakota proceeded onwards, continually clicking his tongue so he would trip over anything or anybody. His echo-location senses were kicking in, and he spotted a trident leaning on a pack, one that was closer inside the Conucopia. It hadn't seemed like anybody was near him, so he hauled the trident into the same hand as his staff and zipped open one of the four packs. Inside was two flare guns, which Dakota grinned at, a water bottle - And by the weight of it, it was filled all the way, and some meat that Dakota guessed was cooked. He stuffed everything back in and hauled the pack upon his shoulders. He began clicking his tongue, hoping to find Engracia. But he guessed she was probably hanging back, not wanting to be caught in the Bloodbath. He didn't blame her. The yells and cries of Tributes kind of scared him a bit.
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Violet Valendoras, D7...
Violet refused to be fazed by this Arena. She's seen ones more deadly or strange, like the one from the 37th Hunger Games. Now that was creepy... No, don't think about that, think about what's at hand. She readied herself to run, and when the Gong sounded, she launched off her plate with incredible speed and was at the Cornucopia in no time. There, she took a flashlight, considering the darkness and she didn't want to be left in the dark with a Career. She swooped up a spear and elbowed another Tribute out of her way. The kid had reached over to pick up a belt. Mine now! She thought with a grin. Violet wrapped the belt around her waist, and it immediately clasped together so it fitted perfectly around her. She looked around. No bows? Crap.
Violet jabbed the butt of her spear into another Tribute to reach a pack in front of her. She quickly zipped it open and scanned the insides without taking them out. Some bread, a water bottle, and... A bow! She grinned even more and closed the pack, swinging them up on her shoulders. She looked around, and when she noticed an older Tribute running at her, Violet darted away and into the darkness beyond the plates. Before she left, she had taken a scythe and two more flashlights, and turned without hesitating or checking to see if she were pursued.
Brig's plan was to sprint into the center of the cornucopia and grab a hefty amount of supplies, then leave and meet up with Chlor elsewhere. As the gong went off, he sprinted right into the center and grabbed a visible spear for self defense. He figured no one would mess with a career tribute in the cornucopia so he began going through the bags quickly, just dumping the contents and then rifling through it. He was unnerved by the absence of a bow and arrow and was surprised the gamemakers had supplied none. After dumping two bags, and moving further into the cornucopia, he felt something stiff inside the third. Peering inside, he saw a bow and arrow. He picked up this pack, still wary for other tributes and ready to spear any. Inside the bag, he added two flashlights out of the many, and then he strung it around his back. He analyzed the safest direction to sprint out, and on his way, he grabbed a second spear (should the first break) as well as a smaller bag that was further out. One other thing caught his eye as he was leaving, and seeing another girl run off with one, he grabbed a belt type object. Since she had taken it, it was obviously useful. It was a lot of weight, and he was thankful that he had spent all of the time running back in District One. He then sprinted away to wait for Chlor and possibly any other careers that might want to join them.((Rightso Brig took (in now particular order):
2 Spears
Belt
Bag with arrow
Bag from outside cornucopia
2 flashlights
Rats are greedy))
AnnaLaine stood still on her plate, letting her surrounds sink in for the first few seconds. She then sprinted towards the cornucopia, sweeping up a bag and looking around for anybody who could coms try and hurt her. ((i'll make this more detailed later. Too lazy at the moment))
((Violet has...3 Flashlights
1 Spear
1 Belt
1 Pack with the bow and arrow
1 Scythe))
((I may get her more less important things, though))
Howard took in a deep breath of the metallic air. Him being from mostly a cattle district, all this was new to him, but he liked new, sometimes. He looked around at the other tributes, locating Flora within the rotating cog. silently, he wished she hadn't dissed off Lyra and caused them her alliance, two is the loneliest number as they say. It didn't matter now though, at least he had her, and he was okay with that. The gong sounded and the boy ran as fast as he could toward the center of the cog, grabbing what he saw useful. Useful being: two bats, one of the cooked meat bags, 7 flashlights, and a first aid kit. All of these except the weapons he shoved into his bag and ran off in search of his suborn little ally.(( I'll make it longer once Riley decides to get her lazy butt here. ))
Flora, despite her confident demeanor, was internally freaking out. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest, accelerating her breathing to what would be considered the "panic" setting on a robot. Why a robot? Well, that's all she could think of as the smell of metal filled her nostrils, something so foreign to her she nearly recoiled in surprise. Her green-blue eyes were wide as she looked about her surroundings, taking in the never-ending turning cogs of this big... this clock!As the gong rang, Flora wasted no time launching herself forward, going into run-mode. She pumped her hands from her waist to her nose as she sprinted using only the front balls of her feet, her hair whipping behind her as though powerful gusts were blowing it back. There was no wind though, just the stale, smoky air of churning clockwork.
She was one of the first to reach the... could it really be called a "Cornucopia"? This arena was like none she'd seen before... Nevertheless though, she'd found the supplies, her time advantage no surprise since she'd always been one of the fastest kids in town. And though she wasn't all too strong, the adrenaline that pumped through her veins made the heavy supply bag feel weightless as she hoisted it onto her shoulders. She immediately whipped herself around, and began to put as much distance between her and the other tributes as possible.
Howard, she thought, looking around desperately. Where the hell was he?!
Dakota's blind sea-green gaze moved over the scene he couldn't see, trying to locate Engracia. Oh God, he hoped she hadn't already died. He knew she wasn't very good with weapons, and she wasn't very strong. But he had at least hoped most Tributes wouldn't mess with her, considering she came from a Career District. But since she wasn't a Career...He quickly grabbed another pack, one that he checked was full of food, water bottles, knives, matches, and ropes. He began to make his way out of the Bloodbath, knowing he'd hear somebody approaching him if they tried to sneak up behind him.
the sound of Autumn wrote: "Flora, despite her confident demeanor, was internally freaking out. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest, accelerating her breathing to what would be considered the "p..."(( Lulz, you said balls ))
Howard grabbed Flora by the collar as he ran by her. "C'mon!" he shouted, as he hopped off the main cog, and on to one of the man smaller gear/cog/spring pathways. The metal was a little slick and oily, and for a second, he actually thanked his mom for having him do his chores even when it rained. He grabbed one of the flashlights out of his bag and flicked it on. "Alright," he muttered, 'first thing's first..."
(( http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/b... ))Flora was breathing hard, and not because she was tired. She could feel her knees wobble weakly as she collapsed beside Howard, the two of them ducking behind a large spinning gear. "Where's the sky?" she said, an incredulous tone to her voice. "This place, there's just... God, there's nothing real about it, it's all... artificial!"
She ran slightly trembling fingers through her hair, taking in deep breaths as she tried to calm herself. The sound of tributes' feet stomping away in the distance didn't exactly help though. "Okay, okay," she whispered. "What's this 'first thing' you have in mind, exactly?"
"Finding a safe place away from all of this." Howard said with a nod. "There's a lot of activity goin' on around here and I would like to get to a more secluded area." He stood there for a moment, surprised at how Flora's shield of toughness broke right in front of him, but he soon got back, heading further into the maze of the clock. "What'd you get in your pack?" he called out to the girl behind him.
kevin sprinted off his platform to the cornucopia he picked up 2 flashlights a bag ((one with empty water bottles)) and 3 knives and sprinted off
kara ran to the cornucopia what no bow and arrows she thought to herself she picked up 4 knives a flashlight and a bag ((^^)) and ran off in the direction kevin went
AnnaLaine took off, thankful nobody hurt her at the cornucopia. She ran into the maze and dropped behind a large gear. She dug through her bag, seeing some water bottles, food, knives, and ropes.
"We'll find out when we settle, but right now," Flora replied, shooting a glance behind her to make sure nobody was on their trail. "We just need to get away, and get shelter. Somewhere..." She was at a loss for words. Where could they even go in a place like this? There were no hills to climb, no trees to hide in! No ruins, or caves to protect them! Just endless clockwork, constantly moving... "There has to be a staircase, something, anything that will take us somewhere else, somewhere away from... them." She shook her head, silently cursing her unbelievably bad luck. What the heck was she supposed to do here?
"Calm down, we won't get anywhere with you flipping out." Howard said, turning his head back to Flora. He looked around for a moment or two before deciding upon a secluded section about 100 feet down. "We'll head down there." He said, pointing to the spot, a small cluster of gears with a small portion of stationary metal sticking out from the wall. "That'll be a good place to stay until we can figure something out."
Kanra wrote: ""Calm down, we won't get anywhere with you flipping out." Howard said, turning his head back to Flora. He looked around for a moment or two before deciding upon a secluded section about 100 feet do...""I'm not flipping out," Flora snapped back, forcing herself to believe the words. Still, a tiny part inside of her just wanted to catch up to him and grab his hand. The very thought shamed her though.
When she heard his words, she leaned forward to look down, seeing how the landing was so far away. The height immediately gave her a short jolt of nauseating fear, but she swallowed that feeling and forced her chin up. "How you suppose we get down there?" she asked, looking over at Howard. "Sliding on wires?"
the sound of Autumn wrote: "Kanra wrote: ""Calm down, we won't get anywhere with you flipping out." Howard said, turning his head back to Flora. He looked around for a moment or two before deciding upon a secluded section abo...""Eeyup." Howard said with a sly little smile. He took a deep breath, and jumped out to one of the connecting metal wires, he barely made it, but he held on for dear life.
Flora took in one long, slightly shaky breath, before following Howard's example. She took a few steps back for a running start, and then sprinted off the ledge, her arms outstretched for the tangled mess of wires. It burned her skin as the friction from her sliding down, but she tried her best to ignore it. After all, the pain coiled around her fingers was nothing in comparison to the panic of dangling over cogs and gears the could just mess you up, and then keep turning. She gave a grunt of effort as she wrapped her legs around the bundles of wire, trying to control the speed at which she was descending. "Steady..." she muttered beneath her breath, forcing her eyes to remain on the actual landing instead of the darkness below.
Howard stopped at a small, slowly rotating gear, and outstretched his hands to Flora. "We have to get off here." He said. "The wire won't take us anywhere we want to be after this point."
Flora nodded quickly, before making the mistake of looking down before making an attempt to jump to Howard. Good gosh, she thought, feeling her stomach tie itself into knots. She looked to Howard, her mouth parted slightly as she drew in deep breaths, her hands tightening around the wire."Promise you'll catch me?" she asked, though it sounded like more of a statement than question. She looked him in the eye as she dangled there, clinging to the wires as best as she could. She wasn't sure whether or not she fully trusted him, but she guessed now was the deciding point.
"I gotchya." Howard said with a nod, holding out his arms.
Flora gnawed on the inside of her lip for a moment, before giving shaking her head up and down one last time. After a few swings of her body weight, she waited for herself to get closer to Howard. One swing... two... three! She flung herself from the wire, arms outstretched towards him, hands tightened practically into claws- like a cat that's afraid.
Howard griped onto her in a hug-like fashion, and set her down on the gear. "Good jumpin' there." he said with a little smile. He continued on his random path of gears, cogs, and platforms untill he got to the one he wanted. It was nice and big, with just enough space for a camp.
"Good jumpin' there," Flora repeated in a mocking way, though she was grinning back at him. Hurray for not falling to my certain death! she thought with a sarcastic sort of cheeriness. Still, she felt as though she should be saying... thanks? Ugh, gratitude was not something Flora had encountered in a long time, unless it was her father making her a meal or something. She followed Howard as he walked along, until they stumbled upon a clear space large enough to sleep in for the night. "Are we even going to be able to tell when it's nighttime?" Flora muttered, letting her bag fall to the ground with a clank!
"That's simple, we won't, we'll just sleep when we're tired." Howard said, setting his bags down a little softer than Flora. "Now, let's see…" he opened it up and layed out the contents.
Flora herself got on her knees to rummage through the bag, careful to make sure she didn't accidentally cut herself on some sharp surprises. "Knives, sweet!" she chimed happily, very pleased as she ran her fingertip along the smooth side of the blade. "Never seen ones this nice before, gosh they must throw like a dream." She felt like a little kid again, opening up Christmas presents. Well, Christmas presents to kill people with...
Amill was not a pansy. He would never in a million years say that he wasn't brave or that he wasn't capable. But when he woke up on the morning of the Hunger Games, he was terrified. Truly, honestly, terribly terrified. He went to the bathroom, locked the door, and just stared at his reflection. He pinched his cheeks and rubbed his hands together. This, which felt so real and so alive in this moment could very well be gone in the next. His body shook as if in an earthquake. He desperately did not want to die. The gong sounded, snapping him out of his stupor and awe at the vastness and the design of the Arena.
Amill stood quite still on the platform for a moment. When he finally got his feet to budge, quite a few tributes had already ravaged the Cornucopia. He only felt safe enough to grab a spear and get the hell out of there. He clipped the spear to his belt [not the fancy one Angel invented] and started climbing. He knew that not everyone here was strong enough to pull themselves up to higher ground. Using bolts and wires as foot and hand-holds, he worked his way up to what appeared to be a small, stationary cog… at least for now.
Good, now that he had a base of operations, it was panic time. Where was he supposed to get food? Water? He cursed himself for not staying in the Cornucopia longer, if even to grab nothing but water. But really, were the kids exposed to the elements here? Would it get cold or hot? Amill couldn't be sure.
Faith had never experienced something like this before in her life. She had somewhat, to a smaller degree of course. Back at the sewing factory at home, it sometimes had seemed like springs and gears were flying in all directions. But even if they had been, she couldn't remember a thing about her home when she stepped into the glass tube. The only thing that did remind her of home, which she had noticed the morning she woke up when the clothing was placed on her bed in a neat little pile, was that her tight shirt she was wearing on had half-sleeves and a v-neck. Her bruises, scrapes, and other wounds she had recieved from home were no where to be found. She couldn't stand having her skin exposed like that... Even her interview and chariot ride dresses had been long sleeved. Never the less, she could do nothing to change it at the time, so she had sucked it up and put on the pants and boots that came with it. The only thing she could do was to leave her wavy brown hair down, covering some of her neck.The smell. Oh the smell. She hated the smells the capitol had. First, they have the smell of lemons in the training center, now the extremely strong smell of metal? She tried not to gag out of fear and disgust as her metal plate rose up into the metal arena.
Like I had said, she had expected something, but not this. She stood with wide eyes on the place, searching quietly for Stephen after looking around at her surroundings. Her and Stephen hadn't made it official that they were allies, but she was praying that he was on the same page as her when it came to them possibly being allies. She couldn't really say, but there was an unsual aroma about him, something that was a good thing, something that made her feel safe. But, she realized if she was going to be allies with a strong person like Stephen, she was going to have to pull her own weight, which ment going into the Cornicopia and getting something, like a peace offering.
The gong rang off of the metal gears, creating a loud ringing sound that could be heard from miles away as it echoed off the metallic material.
Faith' immediately took a few quick steps towards the cornucopia, before realizing that it wasn't the smartest idea. It seemed like every other tribute in the arena were thinking of doing the same thing, charging forqard to get needed supplies. She knew she couldn't fend for herself in there, but she needed to get something useful for herself, and possibly Stephen. Taking another tentative step forward, she scanned the ground around her. It seemed as if a flashlight had gone unnoticed by those that had ran past. She scooped it with a quick snatched, still looking for something else of use because flashlights seemed to be in abundance. After seeing nothing near enough to her that she could get to without having to go into the bloodbath, she quickly decided it best to get the heck out of there. She turned on a heel and sprinted away as fast as her little legs would take her.
But as she was quickly moving past the plates, her eyes picked up on a blue color standing out from the metallic grey. She took a quick both both ways before side stepping to grab it. She slowly stood, watching and hearing the clanking of metal and tributes feet running in every direction. In paticular, she saw a few people that stood out. She saw the freaky girl Flora take off after a boy not too far from where she was. Also, The girl Violet she had seen went sprinting in the opposite direction. But where did Stephen go?
She couldn't wait around for him, not when trivutes were already falling to the ground and blood pooling around them. She had to get out of there before she became one of them.
Without realizing it, she took off in the same directionas Glora and Howard had, a few minutes behind them though because they were much faster then her. She ducked under gears and jumped over springs that had come loose. What was this stinkin' contraption? She moved quickly, but not as quick as most. Her small size made it so she was tiny enough to fit under things, but difficult to jump and dodge. The items in her packvrattle around in her backpack, makind lots of noise as she sprinted along, unknowingly after Howard and Flora.
Lyra took a deep breath. And another. But nothing seemed to calm her down. Her blonde hair was in a braid on her shoulder, her skin tight, grey t-shirt and track pants doing nothing to calm her nerves. I am going to die. I am going to die. The sentence rang in her mind, taunting her. By her tenth breath, a nasty metallic stench filled her nose as the arena came into view. "A... A clock?" She murmured in shock. A grinding sound filled her ears as the gear next to her turned. *The gong sounded*
It took several seconds before Lyra took off running. She grabbed 3 flashlights and grabbed three daggers and the first pack she saw, which was the almost empty one, with only the empty bottle and a taser, so she filled it with random stuff (what she was holding, more flashlights, a first aid kit and a scythe)and swung it over her shoulder and grabbed one of the bags, the one with the cooked meat, two flare guns and two water bottles. Wheres Sage? She wondered as she scampered away from the bloodbath, in the opposite direction of Faith.
((Its not that dark in the clock,Amber. Everything is a bright orange/gold, the game makers have light seeping from the bottom, top, left and right. But at night they go out. You guys are sort of just in a huge box full of gears, cogs, wires, and other things(:3) as well. But I will warn you, the cogs don't stay in one place for long: sometimes they give weigh beneath an opponent, sometimes the gears separate from one another, and so forth))
Chlor stood on his metal plate, watching the other tributes. Smash and grab, he thought, that's all they're doing. As he waited for the first wave to die down, he noticed a pack lying on the ground next to him and grabbed it. Looking inside, he found an empty bottle and a strange black box with two prongs. An empty water bottle, he thought. So there must be water around somewhere....The Cornucopia was nearly empty, so he slung his pack over his shoulder and sprinted all the way to the back, reasonably certain he wouldn't be surprised.
Unzipping and dumping the packs he found there, he saw guns, meat, and full water bottles. Grabbing the meat and four guns, he stuffed them into his pack before leaning back on his heels to consider the four water bottles spread in front of him.
I've got enough room in my pack to take them all, he thought, but the water will slow me down, and there's sure to be at least one water source around here somewhere...question is, can I find the water source in time?
He shook his head and stuffed in a full water bottle. As he made his way to the Cornucopia's mouth, he grabbed a spear for himself, thinking how he'd fooled Brig earlier in training, pretending to be inept.
Brig.. he thought. I forgot to see what he took! Chlor turned back to the water bottles and placed two more into his pack. "Better safe than sorry," he murmured.
There was a clink behind him, and Chlor whirled around, spear scraping the walls as he settled into a defensive stance. There's not enough room in here for a spear, Chlor panicked. Dropping the spear, he reached into his pack for one of the guns he'd grabbed. As a peacekeeper-to-be, he was an astounding shot, although at this close range, it wouldn't matter. Drawing a bead on the chest, he pulled the trigger.
The Cornucopia exploded with light and sound, both rebounding off the metal walls, and a buzzing filled Chlor's ears. Light?, he thought in confusion. Realization almost made him drop the gun. It's only a flare gun...
He could smell something burning--but not the acrid stench of burning flesh. The other tribute probably just had a burnt patch on their shirt, but nothing else.
Chlor cursed, still blinded and mostly deaf. He ran towards where he remembered the mouth of the Cornucopia being and tried not to fall over the weapons still there. Something caught his foot and his hand shot out, landing on the edge of a knife. He kicked back and threw the empty, now useless flare gun at whomever had grabbed him, and felt the fingers loosen slightly.
That was enough. Clor stood and stomped the other tribute's wrist, mostly missing, but connecting enough to make the tribute release him. He turned, spots still swimming in his eyes, and ran out of the Cornucopia.
As he ran, he realized he'd forgotten the spear behind. He was slightly consoled, however--when he'd fell, he'd instinctively grabbed the knife he'd landed on and had never let go. Although the cut on his palm was fairly deep, Chlor had a knife and could make his own spear from it.
Being a knife, he thought, it's probably sharper than the spearheads they have anyway.
Chlor continued running, and began searching for Brig.
the sound of Autumn wrote: "Flora herself got on her knees to rummage through the bag, careful to make sure she didn't accidentally cut herself on some sharp surprises. "Knives, sweet!" she chimed happily, very pleased as she..."Carter laid his things on the floor and was a bit impressed, however, the food and water issue was conserning. He had a bag filled with dried meat, two filled water bottles, two flare guns, 7 flashlights, a first aid kit, and of course, his weapons.
(Chlor took1 knife
1 taser/water bottle pack
3 filled water bottles
3 filled flare guns
meat from the two flare packs remaining.
So he left
1 filled water bottle
2 empty packs
1 spear deep in the Cornucopia
1 empty flare gun
1 temporarily blinded and deafened tribute)
((Okay, I really need to explain the Arena a lot more better. A lot more. I'm so sorry, I posted the Arena late at night, and I wasn't thinking. Sorry for the terrible Arena. :c (view spoiler)
(( Lyra is heading to section 3!!! )) Lyra kept running, unseen, unheard, hopefully. she needed to find Sage.
Terra looked around and when she heard the gong she sprinted. Breathing in huffs she grabbed A backpack and some throwing knives. She ran in the same direction as Koda smelling the metallic in her nose her chest rising and falling rapidly
(( Great, so Flora and Howard would be in Section 2. ))
Flora set the many knives aside, pawing through the contents of her bag and laying them out on the floor as Howard was. "This rope took up too much space in my bag for them to put in much else," she said, a bit disappointed. Whatever, rope could be plenty useful for many different things, and it seemed to be a bit more flexible and stretchy. Maybe she could set a trap? Though, a trap for what? Were there even creatures here? "Well, I got two packs of matches, three small filled water bottles, and decent sized bag of... I think that's jerky. Cooked, dried meat." She looked up over at Howard's things, mentally calculating exactly how long the supplies would last them, and how they could be used to sustain them even longer.
((so this is what I have so far as supplies are concerned: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/c...right? agreement?))
((I'm going to say that Brig was going towards Section 3? My post was before sections were described...))Brig continued up the stairs, wondering where they would lead him. He hoped Chlor was behind him, he heard other footsteps but it was too dark to really see anyone else. He began to regret picking up all the supplies. Together, they were quite a burden.
"Chlor?" He risked. He figured if Chlor was on the stairwell as well, he would hear him. And Brig could feel a quite a few flights between him and anyone who might be under him.
((Also, sorry if I'm misunderstanding the arena. It's really interesting and will be really fun, but I'm still getting my bearings!!))
the sound of Autumn wrote: "Flora set the many knives aside, pawing through the contents of her bag and laying them out on the floor as Howard was. "This rope took up too much space in my bag for them to put in much else," sh..."(( it was early in the morning okay! ))
"So," Howard said, taking out a peice of meat, and sticking it in his mouth like a cigaret. "What weapons were you able to pick up along the way." He asked.
Chlor's ears were still ringing, but at least his eyes seemed back to normal. Not that that's worth much without a flashlight, he thought, floundering on the dark stairway. He was holding his knife in front of him when the flashlight flitted over him. Cursing himself for forgetting to check the stairway before he walked in, Chlor flattened himself against one of the walls. There was a muted noise from beneath him, probably the tribute (Or trap, Chlor thought) wondering if a member of their alliance was above them. Checking up, Chlor decided to risk it.
"THIS IS CHLOR," he bellowed, still unable to hear very much. Worst-case, and most likely, scenario, it's not Brig and I'll have to kill whomever I find, Chlor thought.
Well, I'd have to kill them anyway. Better to start off one at a time.
Engracia froze as she moved upper heart rammed against her chest. The first thing she noticed was the smell, her nose wrinkled. She looked around at the beautiful gold trying to figure out what kind of arena she was in then she noticed the gears, it's a clock! She looked around for Dakota web she spotted him she needed to come up with a plan. When the gong sounded she was confused they were supposed to say something, but they didn't?she pauses for a second and then she sprinted forward, there was no way she was going into the bloodbath. She just snagged what she could, she grabbed a bag close to her (the bag with five scythes ). She saw Dakota across the cornucopia and there was no way to get around without running right into someone . She would have to go right through the blood bath she took a deep breath and let out a shaky breath and then sprinted foreword with all the speed she had. ducking past huge tributes running as hard as she could and snagged another bag ( empty water bottles and one taser) and she ran to him there fast without a a scratch " Dakota!" Engracia breathed before she touched his arm she didn't want him to try to strike her.((Sorry!! I didn't know the arena was made!! ))
Kanra wrote: "the sound of Autumn wrote: "Flora set the many knives aside, pawing through the contents of her bag and laying them out on the floor as Howard was. "This rope took up too much space in my bag for t...""I didn't get anything but the bag," Flora replied with a curt shake of her head. "I didn't want to be anywhere near those supplies when the Careers came around. You know what the beginning of the Games is like." She took a tiny sip of water, before putting the cap back in its place and shoving the bottle back into her bag. "We need a game plan."
Kemp looked around at this strange arena and when the gong sounded he sprinted from his spot running to the cornucopia hard he grabbed a bag of long spears and then one of knives right in the cornucopia. He help up one looking around prepared for a attack then found a way up and stated making his way over his guard up and ready
((Does Flora and Howard mind if she momentarily finds them? Uou guys can choose to hurt her or not, just dont kill her! :) ))Faith scampered along, not thinking about anything but all the blood that was currenly being spewed in the cornucopia area. She did though take in her surrounding, feeling like she was an ant inside a machine from the seqing factory. The golden gears and silver springs were everywhere, making sprinting for more then a few feet without having to duck nearly impossible.
She she swiftly moved, starting to breathe heavily from lack of endurance. And just as she though she was going to pass out, she heard voices over her own heavy breaths. She skidded to a stop, her brown curls bouncing around her neck and face as she forced herself to stop breathing. Now that she was listening, she could hear voices from ahead. Not being able to tell if they were coming in her direction or not, she ducked behind the nearest gear, slipping away into the shadows of the part, curing up into a ball as her feet pulled into her chest. She had her flashlight in her hands, for all she knew that was the only ' weapon ' she had for now because she hadn't checked her bag yet. She held it tightly in her small hands, ready to wack anyone upside the head with the thing if someone came near her.
Roy's mouth formed a hard line of determination, his eyes taking a mere second to absorb his surroundings before he lept to the Cornucopia. He grabbed a bat, a flashlight, a spear, and a small bag. Swiveling around, he looked at all the other tributes. They seemed preoccupied, so he jumped onto the side of a turning gear, riding it up to a flatter one.
Roy observed a wire running upwards. He saw that it went to an area with slow-moving cogs. He wanted to get to the top of this clock. Maybe there was water there. Maybe there was a place where this damned spinning stopped, because he was beginning to lose focus.
Roy observed his surroundings once more, before hopping onto the wire. He faltered a moment and slipped down a couple feet, but regained his hold with a grunt. Perspiration dripped from his brow, but he held tight and rode the wire up and up. He jumped off onto a cog that moved very slowly and sat down, panting slightly.
But this was nothing he couldn't handle.
Roy observed a wire running upwards. He saw that it went to an area with slow-moving cogs. He wanted to get to the top of this clock. Maybe there was water there. Maybe there was a place where this damned spinning stopped, because he was beginning to lose focus.
Roy observed his surroundings once more, before hopping onto the wire. He faltered a moment and slipped down a couple feet, but regained his hold with a grunt. Perspiration dripped from his brow, but he held tight and rode the wire up and up. He jumped off onto a cog that moved very slowly and sat down, panting slightly.
But this was nothing he couldn't handle.
Dakota heard Engracia's voice behind him and turned. "Come on, we have to go," He said, placing his arm on her shoulder and searching for a place to run out of the Bloodbath without having to bump into another Tribute.
Amill, from his perch, watched many tributes scamper off in many directions. He realized that if someone was a decent shot with a bow or a even a knife, he'd be dead in an instant, but nobody seemed to see him. If they did, they certainly weren't eager to pick a fight. His feet kept moving in a nimble dance to keep himself facing toward one direction.Just as he was formulating a plan of survival, he felt his cog shudder beneath him. It began to turn twice as fast as it had previously. He fell on his rear and gripped the edges of it with white knuckles and the strongest will to live. With no warning, his cog and the mechanical arm attached to it swung from wall to wall with a deafening screech. Amill saw the wall coming toward him and braced for impact, squeezing his eyes shut.
He heard his bones crunch as his body collided with the solid metal wall. Searing pain rippled through his body, starting at his left side, which took a heavy portion of the crash. He gave a short, loud groan of agony before he was flung from his cog and dropped a good six feet onto his back. He layed there, in a pile of wires with his teeth clenched in pain, seeing stars.
Items:
Seven long and strong spears (4)
Twenty small throwing knives(3)
Unlimited flashlights
Five scythes (2)
Two belt-like items that strap around the waist, when its clipped together it immediately sizes to the length of your waist with a click.Four large steel baseball bats(2)
Bags:
Four bags filled with two flare guns each, they are filled with two full water bottles and a bag of cooked meat.(FAR BACK)Two are filled with a bow and arrow that are NOT visible, they also have one fully filled water bottle and a small batch of bread.One bag filled with nothing but food, filled water bottles, knives (in the front pocket) matches, and who could forget the ropes.Twenty bags surrounding the Cornucopia that are filled with only empty water bottles and only one taser each.(9)
*No one has ever been experienced with such things, tasers are rare and unknown. Only the tributes from district four know of the Flare Guns.
(view spoiler)[ The belt has a mind of its own, ask it anything and it will do so. It cannot make sounds or movements on its own, only by commandment. The belt can NOT bring: guns, knives, or anything bigger than a foot. (hide spoiler)]