The Hunger Games-Roleplay discussion

After saying your final prayers and heartfelt goodbyes to your stylists that have helped you out immensely, you finally make it to your room below the arena. Your heart is pounding and you feel out of breath as you finally are here at the moment where your life will be put in your and your allies hands.
You move into the glass tube that will take you up to the mysterious arena. As you enter, you finally look down at what you are wearing: a thin black jumpsuit that is so light, it might as well not not even be there. The door slides shut and you look above you to what will be your deciding factor. Some of you have been training for this moment your whole lives, while others regret will all their hearts the moment that their names were ever drawn at the reaping. But none of that matters now, because you are finally here, and the platform begins to rise whether or not you are ready for it to.

Arena Description:


Level One:

Your eyes begin to wander the second your head is high enough to look around. The first thing that hits your nose is the smell of metal. A metallic smell that you immediately recognize from the training center. The smell comes from the iron that make up the floor, ceiling, and walls that span in every direction. You continue to look around to see if these walls go anywhere, but sadly, they turn corners towards who knows what horrors.
And then it clicks in your mind... you must be in a maze.
Just as you begin to look for what might be the cornucopia, something catches your eye. A giant cluster of tightly packed tracker jackers move across the middle of the tributes and disappears down another metal corridor. You cant help but see the resemblance of their cluster to what might be a ghost.
You think back to your childhood and the games you had learned about from the old world (before Panem.) And this arena looks a mighty lot like The old arcade game PacMan. The tracker jackers are the annoying little ghosts that follow you around and there are 4 exits on each side of the maze. The exits are where you need to travel to in order to pass the level.

Through the doors of these exits are small rooms with grass floors and walls that lightly glow like the sun. These rooms are not much bigger then half an acre, enough room for one person to happily be, but will it be room enough for five? Once five tributes have entered the room, the doors will abruptly close and lock all five inside. No more, no less. One of these exits are where you will need to escape to in order to pass the level. If you happen to be one of the people that are in here, congrats! You have passed the level! You will continue on in this deadly game...

All around you, you can hear the constant whisper, coming from nowhere, of the words: Get Out...Get out.




The Cornucopia:

The golden cornucopia is the only source of any real color to be seen. It is wide open for anyone to use, but it is in the middle of the circle of tributes. Inside the gleaming cornucopia are these weapons:


1 vial of liquid (If you get this you have to notify me when you use it. The contents will remain secret until then and you are not allowed to decide what it is)

2 bows

2 quiver with 16 arrows

3 swords

5 daggers

1 backpack (empty)

3 bottles of water (full)

2 packs of dried fruit

3 scythe

2 battle axes

10 sacks (including an empty water bottle, spoon, matches, flashlight each)

((Each tribute will be allowed to have no more then three items from the cornucopia to keep it fair. Please post which Items your charrie is going to get from the Cornucopia under the topic name: Cornucopia items. This will help to cause less confusion and drama. But be realistic, please. If your tribute is smaller and weaker, they may only grab one or two items, rather then a career. If you kill someone, you ARE allowed to take their items.))



3...

Your heart pounds as you hear Head Gamemaker Ruby's voice finish the coundown

2...

You get in a ready stance (at least as ready as you will ever be)

1...

The Gong sounds...




AND LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!

May the odds be ever in your favor!

Dyna took in the surroundings, a bit confused. This was unlike any arena she had ever seen in her entire life! In the thirty seconds before the gong sounded, Dyna noted anything important. But her mind was still buzzing from the initial entrance. Okay. A maze. I can do this Tracker jackers don't scare me she thought. As the going rang, echoing through the arena, she jumped off the platform and sprinted towards teh cornucopia, grabbing a sack which weighed as if there were plenty of things. Good...okay... she winced a stray tracker jacker stung her, but she didn't let it get in her way. She looked around quickly, seeing what else she could grab. And then she spotted the axe. "yes," she muttered.



Caleb looked around, very very nervously. He wasn't prepared for any of this. He was weak and small and scared. When the going rang, he ran towards teh cornucopia, and then stopped, not wanting to be in the bloodbath... he started to turn around, frantically looking for a corridor, maybe he would make it out alive... ((haha...not))

((Whatever floats your boat :P I'm open to anything. You can make it as gruesome as you'd like :) ))

Caleb was just about to run down a corrider when he noticed a small item. Was that... a vial? he crouched down, forgetting about the danger he was in and looked at it...

Mason hears nothing nothing but his heartbeat and the footsteps of other running. While running endlessly, he watches out for the tracker jackers and makes sure that me makes no contact with it wat so ever. He can see the golden light from the cornucopia and sees shadows and voices of the other tributes fighting for the items and supplies

Wren scanned her surroundings, taking in as much information as needed. Maze, tracker jackers, the whispering voices calling 'Get out'. When the Gong rang out, she sped of her plate and towards the Cornucopia. Inside, she picked up a pack of dried fruit and a sword. She noticed more Tributes filling into the Cornucopia an ran out before she got killed.

((Does anybody want to fight her? Not to kill her, just for a fight))

As Mason was leaving out, he sees one of the tribute girls from district 12 and she turned and blocked with her sword while he was about to slash his axe
((you know what to do, but don't kill. its not his time yet))

((Dyna will!!! XD))

Dyna grabbed the axe just as a girl, a weak pathetic little girl tried to grab it. "Oh no you don't!" she hissed, puling it up and swinging it across her. It happened so fast the girl didn't even have a chance to scream. The tracker Jacker venom was making its way through her body, and she felt a bit crazy and looked even crazier as she noticed a girl and started to go towards her (that would be Wren).

Mason noticed that the girl who was stung was his own little sister and screams
"Athene...GET AWAY FROM HERE, RUN!"shouted Mason but it was no use, the vemon made her body numb and deaf

((She can fight Mason first, then Dyna, is that okay? ;) ))

Wren turned when she heard footsteps behind her. She raised her sword just in time as the boy swung his axe at her, blocking the strike from planting the axe blade in her forehead. With a small grunt, she pushed the boy's axe away from her face and swung the sword down towards the Tribute's knees.

Wren slashs Mason's lower legs but no more than a small cut wound. Something that Mason was used to being bitten everyday by wolves.
"You got to do better than that 12" said Mason while grunting."How are you going to face the careers if you can barely hit me".

Wren smirked at his words. "Some words for a boy who hasn't even hit me yet," She retorted. Before he could react, she dove at him with her sword pointed towards his chest.

When the light sword touched Mason's chest, he was stunned. The fact that a girl from districted 12 and knew how to weild a sword so greatly. Possiblily better than the careers.
He swung his axe upward and backed up for space
"Got to admit, not to sabby 12" replied Mason

Wren turned to Mason and got back into her fighting stance. "Come on, Ten. Stop talking, more fighting," She said, standing her ground. "This battles getting a little boring in you ask me."

Ellory held her head high as she stepped into the glass tube, more ready and confident then ever. She had finally made her way to the moment she had been training for ever since she bit off that little boy's finger in elementary school. She had her game face on, as well as her bandanas and prode riding on her shoulder.

She gasped when she saw the arena, covering her mouth with her hand as she looked around at the masterpiece. It was exactly what she had imagined it would be! Well, minus all the important details. She glanced around at the tributes and the Cornucopia, which was also better then anything she had ever wanted. It was well, perfect. As she impatiently waited for the countdown to be over, she looked around for her allies, wondering which plates they had started on. the only person she managed to find at the moment was Dyna, whom she quickly made eye contact with and gave her a bloodthirsty smile. She swatted away a tracker jacker that was buzzing around her head. Somehow, she knew it wouldn't sting her until the arena started.

And then it did.

Ellory flew off her plate and headed right into the chaos of things. She darted ahead of most of the tributes, arriving there in the front of the pack. The first thing she saw that was close enough for use was the scythe, which she quickly plucked into her hands and turned to face the mass of tributes that had come to face her. It was a mad pack of people running in every different directions. It kind of reminded her of the maze and how unorganized that must be like. But now it was her turn to find someone, and begin this bloodbath the right way.

"The Name is Mason." replied with smirk
He ran toward Wren and while she was bout to slash again, he blocked it with the iron rod of his axe while tackling her down and threw her down to the ground with his massive body. Both of the weapons fell to the ground and both rolled although Mason gianormas body got the better of Wren and soon enough, Mason was on top of her.
"Not bad for a boy who just got you to the ground heh..12"

((Please don't powerplay :) ))

Wren grunted under his weight, scowling when she found he was too heavy for her to wriggle free of him. "The name's Wren," She hissed. Biting down hard on her tongue until she tasted the metallic taste of blood, she spat the crimson liquid at his face and stopped struggling.

Ivy was frigten, more scared than ever. She ran to the cornucopia as fast as she could and tried to grab one of the weapon. As she was bout to grab the weapon, she saw Ellory. And as that happen, she sign with a relase of problem while smiling at Ellory of her one handed arm.
"Listen girl, leave or u don't have to lose your second arm" said Ivy while laughing and not even giving Ellory the respect to look her in the eyes.
((she all yours kailee, tear her apart))

Adam rose up in the arena expecting numerous things. PacMan was what he was met with. Adam saw Abi across the way and Lil to his right side. He gave his sister a reassuring smile.
Next he locked his eyes on one dagger next to a sack of some sort. When the gong sounded he sprinted towards his treasures, but the dagger had been taken. Adam, not knowing what was to come decided to grab a larger weapon. His hands connected with the hilt of a sword and he swung it to deflect the blow of another tribute.
The Arena was real, this was happening, and he was determined to survive with Abi, so at least she could go home.

((Don't worry ambz))
The the saliva hits Masons face, as he felt a great amout of insult to him.
"That wasn't a very smart thing WREN." replied Mason. "But you got fire, got to give you that" while saying this, Wren can notice Mason's nose coming closer and understands this is her only chance of getting out of the position.
((you know wat to do next))

((Sweet, thank you!))


Ellory watched as the arena went from a subtle, quiet room to a deathbed in a matter of minutes. She sort of felt bad for the gamemakers that had worked so hard to make this beautiful arena, and now, it was getting ruined by all the dirt of these unworthy tributes running all over it like scared kittens. And speaking of scaredy-cats, one came right in her direction and suddenly became Ellory's first target. This girl came right up to her and had enough guts to look right at her and insult her. And the funny thing was that this girl was practically asking to be killed. She had strut right up without a worry (and without a weapon) and had enough guts to say that? Oh no... This was not going to fly.

Without saying a word in response, Ellory stepped one step towards the girl, using her scythe to slash down her arm. The arm came right off at the shoulder, dropping to the floor and sending a mass of blood rushing out to the metal floor.

"You know, maybe I will just take your arm instead."

Wren smiled, and soon clenched her hand into a fist and slammed it into Mason's nose. With the opportunity to escape, she slipped out from under Mason and quickly stood. "Maybe we'll fight later?" She called as she backed away. "See you soon, Mason!"

Ivy felt numb for second and all of her mind felt in a bling. She slowly look at one of her arm and notice its missing. All of sudden a rush of pain comes to her shoulder and Ivy falls down screaming as if she was being toured apart.

Adam ducked again as the tribute swung and ran past him to the last place he had seen Abi. She had picked up some various items, but this was not the place to do an inventory of what they had.
"Come on, we need to move," he said.

Ellory picked up the arm off of the ground, feeling the warmth of the skin still there as she squeezed it between her fingers. She held it up in the air and let out a battle cry, for the war had finally begun with the first spilling of blood. And just for good measures when she was done, she threw it at the back of Abi, who was not far from her at the moment. The only reason she didn't go after Abi at the moment was because she wanted That girls death to be more memorable. "Go ahead and run away Abi! I will find you soon and we can play!"

She then turned to the girl on the ground, stepping on her chest and placing an insane amount of pressure onto it. "Now what were you saying away my arm? WHAT WERE YOU SAYING?""

The blood was squirting from Ivy's arm like a water pipe explosion. At this point Ivy could barley even speak. She screams in so much pain and cried out for help....but no one was there.
With one last word while crying in pain, Ivy said "Go to hell you SLUT"

Mason stood up while holding one of his arm to his nose and tried to numb the bleeding. As he saw Wren running of where he no longer can catch up to her. "The girls got fire" Mason told to himself while picking up his axe.

((please excuse my choice of words, I'd tried to make it realistic as possible))

Adam thought for a moment. Who knew what this maze was like and what horrors lay within? Should they try to find Lil and Dinn, or go into the maze.
He decided, "We should try to find them, but if it gets to dangerous we will leave."

Ellory smirk at what she assumed were the girl's last words, laughing at how ironic it was that this girl was showing more skin then herself. She kicked the girl in the jaw to shut her up, sick and tired of hearing her lousy voice squeaking. She then pushed the scythe down into her throat, twisting it in a circle to make she she had truly gotten the windpipe cut and torn up. Then, with two long cuts, she made an 'X' across her chest, Signifying that this was her kill and no one else's.

She breathed in a fresh breath of air as the first canon of the arena boomed and rang along the iron walls. This was her time, her time to shine. "And it was a pity I never got your name." She made a pouty face at the dead girl's body, before turning and plucking up a sack that hung in the interior cornucopia wall. Looking around once more for an ally, or even another target.

Mason saw a figure in the far and walked over closer.
2nd boom cannon goes off He sees body mangled and scramed by the traker jackers.
"What a shame" said Mason as he moves the girls shoulder to see which district she was from.
Mason jaws droped..........."Number 10"
......It was his sister

((Yeah. Lil would probably choose blood over anything unless Dinn told her to leave her alone. And that's Melanie's choice, so...))

Lil had seen Abi and Adam, but her main focus was her brother. She ran forward, trying clumsily to grab something of use and ending up with a water bottle as her best thing in her arsenal besides her hands, but if she could find where the light was coming from, she might be able to make something more useful later. She saw Ellory kill a girl and shook the image from her head. Dinn was her main priority at the moment. She needed to find him and quick.

Caleb took in a deep breath as the gong sounded. He didn't actually need a weapon at the moment if he could take it from someone else, but supplies were a survival necessity. He grabbed a backpack and rolled his eyes when he found nothing inside of it, but it had the capacity to be handy later on, so he rolled it up and tucked it under his arm, grabbing another one and pushing someone ((anyone)) into the cornucopia before taking off down the hall that Wren had disappeared into.

Mason looked at his sister without motion. He was in a state of shock as the blood from his nose droped one by one. He held on to his sister as someone screamed in front of Mason which brought him back to realilty.
A boy from district 9 was holding up sword getting ready to slash but Mason quiclky gripped his axe and slahed and blunnted his stomach. The boy quickly fell to the ground as Mason slashed him several more time without mercy.
As the thrid boom cannon goes up Mason held on to his sister arm for the finally time and leaves with a pack and his axe

Tristan took a deep breathe and stepped into the tube, holding onto his necklace, thinking out what he was going to do again. The platforms raised, and it began. Tristan saw the tracker jackets and thought for a moment. Tracker jackers normally move forward, and won't suddenly turn around. ((I'm basing them off the ghosts)) So he did what most people would have thought crazy. Once the gong sounded he ran to the cornucopia, grabbed a scythe, which was good since it could fight without getting too close to an opponent, a bag, and a water bottle with water, which is essential for life. Then he booked it towards where the tracker jackers went, careful not to get too close.

Rachel was fast. Faster than the majority of Tributes. Her long legs and air-streamed body brought her sprinting towards the Corncopia with speed. She was there within moment, snatching a sack in one hand and curling her fingers around a dagger with the other. She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, startled, before ducking out of that person's reached and running away. Her head snappe at a blood-curdling scream, seeing a girl fall to the ground. Her opponent held an arm in her hand. A battle cry, and her eyes darted to find a vaguely familiar face. Her brother's voice became a battle cry to a choke yell. She watched in disbelief as another Tribute slashed his axe across his stomach and chest several time mercilessly, even after the body grew eerily still. It was incredible how quickly tears began to collect in her chocolate brown eyes, even for someone she hadn't seen in many years before the Reaping. A stranger, really, if you thought about it. But a voice scolded her for feeling the sorrow and loss, and she blinked away the salty tear before they had a chance to spill over. No way was she going to show weakness now. She forced herself to turn away from the sight.

There. She'd let her anger out on that Jacob boy from Seven or something. She threw her arm back and swung her dagger forward, letting it go as it travelled towards the boy's leg.

Mason makes his way in the darkness of the arena. All he can hear from the background is the sound of swords and blodd spills. He walks as he thinks of his young sister's death. Of all the years of protecting his younger sister, he now has let her down.
Suddenly he feels bottom of his shoes hiitng the grass. He sees and small exit opening and enters into one of them.
Mason sits by the corner and waits for the others while holding his axe incase of danger.

Hanover watched from his platform, not moving, as the cornucopia battle scene unfolded around him. It was brutal, an he felt a twinge in his gut each time he saw a blow delivered. Somehow, he was not bothered by any other tributes as he stood on his plate. He kept his eyes on the prize, a bow and some arrows, as well as a sword. When the fighting finally died down, he hopped down and walked over to retrieve them. He slung the bow and quiver over his back, and took the sword in hand, taking a few practice swings. He spotted his sister and walked over.

"Hey," he said in a monotone. He noticed the body by her feat. "Nice." He had a look of disgust on his face.

Ellory's eyes glistened with glee and a mad hunger as her brother walked up to her after getting his items. She looked at him with the largest smile she had probably even given, and looked down at the body of the girl again. "I know... It's all so great. Better then great, amazing." she rolled the dead girls head back and forth with her foot, proving to him that she was as dead as a doornail. Looking from side to side momentarily, she saw one last thing she needed: a dagger. She plucked it up and flipped it around so that she was holding it's handle. "Where to? After you Hannie." She said in a singsong voice with glee. She was finally here. Doing what she loved.

Hanover looked down at the girl. The severed head was just a little to much. "One sec sis," he said, before turning away and puking on the ground. He wiped his mouth of and rose again to face her.

"You seem to be doing great, so after you?" He said, sarcastically. He was at least partially back to his former self.

((It wasn't severed, but mkay!))

Ellory narrowed her eyes and scanned the area, trying to decide which corridor to go down. She watched the other tributes, hoping that one of them would start down one so her and Han could follow after them. Plus, if they followed the tribute, then they would know if a danger awaits ahead of them.

She snickered as he threw up, not quite sure why he was acting so strange. Yes, even she had to admit that the dead body somewhat creeped her out, but there was nothing that could be done about it now. "Suck it up you big baby." She said with a touch of uneasiness in her own voice. It was just then she caught sight of a boy (Star's Caleb) making a mad dash for one of the hallways, hoping to get out unseen. Reaching out and grabbing the fabric on her brother's shirt, she tugged him along and began to make her way after this boy. She ran/skipped with glee after the boy, giddy with the knowledge that she could make another kill soon.
"Ooh little boy! Come back here and play with us!" She call out after him as she quickly made her way around a turn and dashing after him, hoping her brother was close at heel.

Hanover followed closely on his sister's heels. As they turned a corner, he fired an arrow at the boy, but he couldn't see if it had hit him. He looked into Ellory's eyes, and couldn't help but be unnerved by her mad look of glee.

"You don't have to... enjoy this, you know."

She heard a sickening sound as the arrow found it's target, a shriek of yelp as a thump was heard when he fell to the floor in agony. She hadn't seen if the boy was dead, but judging by the cry of pain, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Ellory had hardly flinched as the arrow went zipping passed her head because she had heard her brother draw his bow back. A small pang of jealously hit her as she realized that she wished that she was the the one firing that bow and not him. And just that suddenly as the thought sprung into her head, she was put into a grim mood, especially after the comment about now having to like this. Somehow, her thought and those words got to her slightly and shook her out of the feeling she was having.

No, it was wrong to feel happy about killing people... But it was so much fun to do... But it was totally an un-humanly thing to do... Then how come it gave her such a rush?

She stopped dead her tracks, looking back at her brother with a stern and serious look on her face. She just stared into his eyes, analyzing whether or not he was meaning to offend her with what he was saying. When she decided he wasn't she looked to both sides of them, making sure no one was watching. She knew that almost all of Panem was watching, but maybe if she whispered, the cameras wouldn't be able to hear her. She once again grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him in close to her, so that their foreheads were touching each other's. She spoke in such a soft whisper that her voice almost blended in with the faint hum of the tracker jacker buzzing. At this point she had snapped off her giddy face and was looking back to her normal self again.

"If you just pretend, more viewers will like us. If more viewers like us, we will get more sponsors. I don't care if we are careers, we need those sponsors." She pushed him back, putting back on the gleeful face that she couldn't decide if it was real or not. "And that's why I am enjoying this!" She exclaimed out loud, hoping to respond to the questioning viewers with a phony answer.

Hanover stood still for a moment, considering her words. Then, his face burst into a maniacal smile. "Of course! I see why." He decided not to question his sister allowed, but moved towards her again, as she had to him. They both knew that the boy was going no where.

Hanover grabbed her shoulder softly, pulling her so that their bodies where pressed up against each other. Then, rather than bend down to press his lips against her ear, he lifted her off the ground.

"Are you sure this is what they want to see? Maybe the sponsors will sympathize with us? Besides, why would they give me gifts anyways? There are plenty of great tributes here!" He put her back down, sliding back into his smile.

((Thanks for waiting you guys :D ))

Caleb stood back up and looked around wide eyes, the feeling of fright coming back. He held onto the vial tightly and started to run towards the nearest corridor, which he didn't even realize could hold unknown dangers.


((I'm gonna have Dyna have a bit of a weak moment here :) ))

(And where's jacob? :) ))

Dyna looked around wildly, trying to find not only a way out, but possibly another target. She held her axe, ready to defend herself and kill. She gritted her teeth as a tracker jacker found its way to her neck, but she ignored the pain. That was three stings so far....
(After she kills jacob, I'm gonna have her go all crazy and go unconscious. NOT DEAD. Just unconscious. Maybe an ally (ex: Han, Ellory, Tristan, Adam, etc.) could run into her as she goes unconscious? Then she'll feel like she'll have to repay them or something :) ))

Tish took a deep breath as the gong sounded and suddenly everyone was off, chaos dissolved around them and Tish watched in horror as she noted the tracker jackers now swarming about the other tributes. She took one last breath before taking off around the edge of the cornucopia, using delicate, dance like movements to avoid the swings and blows of the other contestants, she watched her brother as she did so seeing Caleb grab somethings and then retreat. She'd go with him, it was safest. Getting her hands on a single sack, she headed towards the corridor that Caleb had disappeared down only to realise Ian was still hanging back. "God dammit Ian!" Tish spun around, racing back towards him. She let out a slight gasp as something stung her neck, just at the joining of her shoulder and she hastily crushed it between her fingers, feeling her vision blur and watching Ian's form wobble a bit. Tish shook her head and then launched forward, taking his arm and half running, half dragging him away from all the chaos, following down the path after her brother and Wren.

Sean wrote: "Hanover stood still for a moment, considering her words. Then, his face burst into a maniacal smile. "Of course! I see why." He decided not to question his sister allowed, but moved towards her aga..."

Ellory giggled as she was lifted off of her feet into the air, playing yhe part perfectly. The strange thing about all of this was... Well, was she really acting? She actually enjoyed killing Ivy qt the moment, and only afterwards did she realize how horrible it was. But now, she was caught between which emotion she wanted to follow, and it wasn't really helping that Hanover was questioning what she was doing.

When she had been sat back down, she again came close and whispered so that all those people out there watching couldn't hear. "Trust me, the people with money love to see the blood. If we act like we love it too, they will send us stuff to help us keep taking peoples blood." She pushed back from him and began to walk down towards the corner where Caleb had fallen, placing a gleeful look back on her face for the cameras. "It's all common sense really!" She called back to him, knowing those words would mean nothing to Panem because they could be implied to anything.

((Her Star, the post you did for Caleb was perfect, but could you add onto it a bit? Look at post 69 & 70! They shot an arrow at him and he fell!))

Fallen April -{The Lost Girl}- wrote: "Rachel was fast. Faster than the majority of Tributes. Her long legs and air-streamed body brought her sprinting towards the Corncopia with speed. She was there within moment, snatching a sack in o..."


Jacob had nervously shook the entire hovercraft ride to the arena location. He had done nothing the past few days in the training center other then study the past arenas and worry a whole lot in his room.

And now it was here in the arena, and he couldn't have done anything in order prepare him for this. He didn't even get the chance to look for Cynara when the Gong rang through the arena and he stumbled off his plate in confusion. He had somehow made his way to the corn quite a bit of time after everyone else. He narrowly skidded around a fight between Wren and Mason and had to leap over the arm of Ivy that was still spilling blood. She plucked up the first two things he saw: a sack of items and a dagger.

As he was taking off to the nearest pathway, suddenly he felt an extremely sharp pain in his calf, a sickening sound hitting his ears. He screeched, falling immediately in pain to grab his calf. He yanked it out, sending yet another howl out as he stared at the blood covered blade. Then he looked up at the place where the knife came from, growling as he saw the girl whom he had thought looked super sweet.

He stood and began to limp towards her, suddenly throwing the knife back in her direction.

((Sorry, Kailee! I'll post that now :) And @Hannah Yeah sure! That would be great!))

Caleb screeched in pain as an arrow that seemingly came out of nowhere hit him straight through the stomach. He hit the ground, wheezing and clutching his stomach. When he let go for a second, he felt dizzy when he saw the blood. It was all over his shirt and his hands. He managed to look up and noticed that girl...the Career from District 1, coming towards her. Did she look...happy?! His eyes widened in fear and he tried to crawl backwards, but a sharp pain caused him to collapse in the pool of his blood. He sobbed,"No...please..." and then when he coughed, blood came out from him. He was still holding the vial, like it was his lifeline.

Dyna noticed a very action packed fight happening between some random tributes (Jacob and Rachel). She watched it, wanting to time her entrance perfectly so that she could kill them both. Two birds with one stone... or axe she thought gleefully.

Adam watched intensely at the fights around him and Abi. He needed to keep her safe so she could win this contest.
He looked for their allies: possibly Dyna, Lil, and Dinn. They needed to get out of the center of this maze and find something that would help them.
Dyna had blood lust written all over her face, she wanted to kill, and Adam could tell who. He couldn't find Lil and Dinn however.

As Mason is resting in the small room waiting for others, he hears a painful scream not too far away. He looked out for any threats outside such as other tributes or even worst; a group of angry tracker jackers. Mason nose finally stopped bleeding and took a step outside with a tight grip on his axe. While moving out slowly, the darkness consumes his vision and the only thing he can notice is the golden light from the Corncopia. He sees shadows pass by and puts his neck back into the small exit room waiting for something to happen.

((You might have to wait a while for April, because she's currently at a track and field meet))

Once Wren felt like she was far enough away from the Cornucopia and it's bloodbath, she looked over her shoulder into darkness to make sure there was no one sneaking up on her. With that, she knelt down and opened up her sack. Inside, there was a water bottle, a flashlight, some matches, and spoons. She grimaced when she found no water in the bottle, and there was no food. With a sigh, Wren stood up again and slung the sack upon her shoulders again, gripping her sword tight until her knuckles turned white. When again she looked back down where she had come from, she saw the dark outline of a tall and very muscular figure running towards her. She stiffled a gasp and half-turned towards the Tribute, ready to run if she had to or fight if she could. She brought her sword up, knees and elbows bent.

Tish took a deep breath as she rounded the corner, her blue eyes could just make out her brothers back in the distance but she didn't want to call out to him for fear of drawing attention to herself or to Ian just behind her. She dug her heels into the floor beneath her, making her move quickly as she began to gain on him. Once she'd cleared the distance between them a little more she decided to call out to him. "Caleb, Cal..wait up a little!" Tish's voice carried down the path and she made a move to increase her speed and catch up to him.