The Tribute on Fire discussion

As you say possibly the last goodbye to your mentor and step into the hovercraft, your heart begins pounding. You sit next to the tributes you may kill, or be killed by in the next few days, close enough to touch. Just the thought of it makes you shudder. All the tributes are dressed in tight-fitting shorts and cotton t-shirts. Each district has their own color. 2 has a purple accent on their shirt. 8 has a green accent. On your feet you have running shoes. The hovercraft takes off with a lurch, and your heart drops into your stomach. The windows in this hovercraft are tinted, no sunlight enters and no sight of the outside is shown. It only gives the impression of a box. Boring and dead, a perfect representation of what the Hunger Games does to people. You shake the thoughts from head, though your brain is already swarming with thoughts, emotions, feelings. Dread fills you as the deceivingly cordial woman makes her rounds with the trackers.
“Give me your arm.”
Reluctantly, you stick out your arm, and try not to wince as the tracker enters your arm. Weaknesses will not help you in these games. Only strength will.

With a rattle, the hovercraft lands. You are escorted to your chambers, like lambs ready for slaughter. Your stylist welcomes you into their arms, hanker chief dabbling at the corner of their eyes yet they have no idea. They have no idea of what faces you. They only know warmth and comfort, only understand plenty of food and luxuries beyond most imaginations. “30 seconds.” A sharp, computerized voice announces. 30 seconds until death. 30 seconds until everything is taken away. Your stylist whispers last words of advice that mean nothing to you at this stage. You silently step into the smooth, glass chamber, fighting to keep the food in your stomach down as it lurches with nervousness, nothing near butterflies. Glass encloses around you and you wave goodbye to your stylist. The platform raises and soon you glimpse the arena. What?!? Why would they take us on a tropical vacation? In the back of your mind, you think that on vacations you come back. This is one vacation you may never leave.

On this “vacation”, the arena is a tropical paradise. Or so it seems. It is deceivingly cordial. The Cornucopia is encircled by palm trees, swaying in the breeze. It is a small wooden hut, filled to the brim with supplies. It rests on soft dirt. Beyond the palm trees, to one side lays a rain forest, complete with exotic animals and juicy, “delicious” fruit. To the other side is a meadow. Streams cut through, with sparkling water. On the last side is a mountain range, with peaks rising over 7, 000 ft. One push off that
and you are surely dead. In this paradise, the beautiful river water is deathly poisonous. The juicy fruit is poisonous as well. The animals in the area cannot be eaten because they are immune to the river water after drinking it for centuries and are contaminated. The only source of food and water is the in the Cornucopia. The weather in the arena varies, in the day it is hot and humid. At night it is freezing. Rainy storms and lightning is common and weather changes rapidly. I hope you enjoy this paradise!
**Tributes are unaware of the situation of poisonous animals, fruit, and water.**

The Cornucopia will contain the following items:
~ 27 twelve oz water plastic water bottles
~ 4 water purification packets that purify 25 oz of water
~ 1 bow with 12 arrows
~ 3 throwing knives
~ 17 dried packets of food
~ 25 cans of chicken noodle soup
~ 4 bananas (rotten and inedible after 10 days in the arena)
~ 1 sleeping bag
~ 1 plastic tarp
~ 10 meters of rope
~ 1 spears
~ 1 axe
~ 1 bottle of sunscreen
~ 2 wooden bowls
~ 2 blankets
~ 1 night vision goggle
~ 1 dart gun with 25 darts
~ 1 bottle of anti-poison serum that can only cure 1 person
"Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
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Hazel Nash was unamused. She was unamused by the joke of an arena, that the Gamemakers had thought an arena designed to look like a dream vacation spot would be something funny that people would like. No, she certainly didn't think it was funny. She looked down at her clothes, slightly satisfied. She would most certainly be comfortable in the blue t-shirt, black (spandex-like) shorts, and running shoes, with her hair tied up in a ponytail but they wouldn't provide much protection or warmth. From that, she guessed the arena would be warm, but you never really knew. Her eyes immediately scanned for the Cornucopia, but there was no giant metal horn this time. The only thing she could see was a wooden shack surrounded by palm trees, but she figured that would be her best bet. When the gong sounded, that's where she ran.

She made it there first, much to her delight. Inside, she knew she wouldn't have much time, so her eyes moved quick, and she moved quick. She grabbed the one of the six throwing knives (because [coincidentally] she couldn't find the other five), the axe, 5 water bottles, 2 purification packets, 8 packets of food and a sleeping bag to throw it all in. She was on her way out when she noticed a bottle of serum... Anti-poison serum. She looked back to see if there was anything like it, and it seemed to be the only one. One bottle huh? Something in here's poisoned. And I guess I get to find out what. Hazel grabbbed the serum and dashed out the door, axe in hand and sleeping bag over her shoulder. She ran for the rain forest, immediately climbing one of the trees so she could assess what she had taken, and make sure she had everything she needed. Otherwise, she would go back. And if she went back, someone was going to die.

A paradise. She wanted to giggle at the place where the Game Makers took her. Heck, she wanted to laugh until her sides burst! She rubbed her sweaty palms against her tight shorts that would not protect her at all in the sun. Good thing she worked all day in the sun in 11! Her shirt was cotton and had a deep scarlet red accent. When the gong sounded she took off the pedestal and dashed for the mountain, figuring some edible plant resource might be up there and the isolation from the other tributes would be ideal. As others behind her ran into the Cornucopia, she kept dashing, she would reach the mountain as quickly as possible. She glanced behind her, at the swirl of tributes and weapons flying, glad that she was far away from it all. The arena had a dirt center encircled by Palm trees and the cornucopia rest inside of the circle. The tributes pedestals were also inside the circle. To one side, lay am jungle. To the other side was meadows as far as the eye could see. Murph was on the side with mountain, peaks rising far up into the sky.

((Omigosh, I didn't see the announcement, I never turned in my interview!!!!! Or private session, I didn't see the announcement!!!!!))

((Sorry Julane, I truly wish we could accept private sessions and interviews, but the deadline was last night. I understand your dilemma, but if we accept yours then we have to accept everyone's. Send me what you finished and I might be able to change your training score and boost your sponsor points.))

It was so.. beautiful, Aimee thought. Coming from such a poor family, she had never seen anything like it. Her attire was decent, green t-shirt and shorts, something that she was used to. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and she had several more elastics on her wrist in case the one in her hair snapped. Her bow was also placed firmly on the right side of her head. She saw the Cornucopia, and one girl was there and gone. Aimee quickly started running as fast as she could towards it. When she finally got there, she scooped up night vision goggles, a dart gun, a knife and 1 banana. Afterwards, she got her butt out of there, and ran for the jungle part of the Arena.

Lake smiled. Then fought it off. Then smiled again.

Okay, so the paradise didn't have an ocean, but there was a reason that District 4 was know as the District of Paradise. She knew she had the advantage. She could easily eat the fruit from the highest limbs, and figure out what was safe to eat.

She saw a tropical bird on a tree. It looked like the ones back home... except.. except the ring of feathers missing around it's beak, the tip was coal black, and very thick.
She had seen that before too. When the birds came every year to 4 for migration, after several years of this, they had developed a similar beak. After drinking the poisonous, dirty water.

She then laid eyes on a packet of antidote barely peeking out of the hut-Cornucopia. Then it hit her. She gasped with realization. It’s all poisoned.

The chime went off, and the Games started. She ran off her plate and the the Cornicopia. She was fourth there.

She grabbed a purification packet, as well as three bottles of water. She shoved three packets of dried food in her pockets. On a whim, Lake picked up a bottle of sunscreen, two knives and a spear.

She didn't know if she could carry more, so she draped a length of rope around her neck, and disappeared into the forest.

She ran for barely any time, quickly climbing a rock, and messily onto the branches of a tree. She counted her supplies. She should have enough. She saw Hazel disappear with an antidote. Lake started sorting her supplies.

Let the Hunger Games begin...

Hazel, after she had taken an inventory, gazed at her bag of stuff. She could carry it in the sleeping bag, of course, but she didn't want to have to carry the sleeping bag in her hands. She looked around for something that could help her situation, her gaze finally resting on the palm fronds. She slid down the tree she was on and collected some of the fronds on the ground, cracking one open and letting the liquidy stuff onto her hand, making sure that they weren't poisonous to the touch. Satisfied that she wouldn't die from touching them, she took the remaining fronds and bent them in half to form slender "straps". One of them was tied around the circumference of the sleeping bag, and the others were tucked underneath the one that circled the bag and tied into straps. Then, she stabilized those with additional fronds. When she was done, she had a pretty strong makeshift backpack that she could undo by untying the knots (which were quite easy to untie). She had left her axe out, and her knife was tucked into her shorts pocket, and covered by her cotton t-shirt. Satisfied, Hazel set out through jungle, where she knew most of the tributes would probably go. That meant more competition, but also more potential kills. Her score had been good, an 11, which meant she would be even more likely to get sponsors, but kills were bonus. Her senses were on high alert, as was her mind.

Lake crossed out of her tree to a more thick tree which could conceal her better. She wasn't much good at climbing after living in 4, but the trees were similar to Palm trees, and had rough, easy to climb bark. The vines made it even easier.

Lake began pulling off vines and long leaves off the tropical tree. She began weaving the creepers and vines and ivy together into a square net. The thick leaves filled in the centimeter spaces in between the net. After making a sizable net, she place all of her stuff in the center, and gathered the four corners together. After gathering it in her hands, she tied it off with her rope, and fashioned the remainder into to loops which slipped over her arms.

Now she wore all of her stuff in a backpack-esque fashion. Lake then hopped out of the tree, and onto the soft floor. She met at a silver, sparkling stream. Warily, she made her way towards it. The water was cold and nice, but she dared not drink it after seeing the poison bird.

Lake carefully removed her spear, and dipped it in the water. She didn't know for sure if the water was actually poisoned, but she wasn't going to take a chance. She didn't dip the knife just in case she needed it for first aid or cutting food, but she cut off a foot long strip of rope and dipped it, for later, carefully placing it in her bag.

((is it alright that Lake figured about the poison??? I'll make so that she began guessing because she was the antidote...))

((It's alright. Maybe just next time have her figure out a little bit slower... But otherwise, it's all good. :) ))

Murph kept running and soon she came to the base of the huge mountain. She had never seen anything like it in her life, but had learned about mountains in her school at D11. Luckily, the mountain wasn't nearly as steep as it looked from far way and she would be able to continue running up it. At first, she carefully watched the placement of her feet as she trodded but as she begun to relax, her mind temporarily forgetting why she was there with the rhythmic patter of her feet and beautiful sight of the jungle and meadows. As if in slow motion, her foot hit a sharp stone and she lost her balance. Suddenly, she was falling towards the ground! Her knee scraped up against the rough rocks and pebbles. It left a nasty cut. She grimaced. Murph tore a piece of her shirt off, making it a scarlet tank top (which was alright with her because she was familiar with heat). She quickly made a tourqinet out of the scrap of cloth. Murph wanted to be sure she would not get an infection. She grinned after tieing it. One hour in the games and she already had an injury. Murph then shook her fist at the sky, and then, figuring she was far enough away from the other tributes, that she yelled up at them,"Good try placing a stone where I wouldn't see it!!! But only a boulder could defeat me!!!" She heartily laughed. It was, of course, her own fault but like the other tributes who blamed everything on the Capitol, she decided she might have her own turn at screaming at them and get a good knee slapper while doing it.

((I'm so late oh dear))

Mel wrote: "((I'm so late oh dear))"

((Not really...))

((I guess I'll post Julane XD I have something else to do in this post))

Hazel continued along her path, weaving around trees and roots. She tightened her ponytail instinctively, after which she gave her axe a small toss, feeling it out. For practice, she hurled it into the trunk of the tree that was in front of her satisfied with her accuracy. When she made it to the tree, she yanked her axe out of the tree and continued to walk through the forest, checking behind her shoulder. She caught sight of a boy, a thin, sickly boy who must have been from one of the poor districts. She clicked her tongue and decided it would be best to just end his suffering and give him a quick death. His back was turned to her, so she whipped out her knife and sent it flying into his back. His cannon sounded only a few seconds later, when she was on her way to retrieve the knife. It hadn't been but a few minutes and she already had a kill. The thought was sickening, but Hazel, being Hazel, pushed it aside and used it as fuel to keep moving forward. She kept walking, brushing the knife off on the ground to rid it of the boy's blood.

After a few minutes of walking, she came across a brook with crystal clear, and what Hazel assumed was poisonous, water. However, it wasn't the clear water or the beautiful scene surrounding it that caused Hazel to draw in a sharp breath and retreat to the cover of the trees, it was the sight of her acquaintance, Lake Winters of District Four, dipping the edge of her weapon into the water. It must be poisoned then, Hazel thought, keeping her breathing quiet as she peered out from her cover in the trees. She really wasn't sure whether or not to confront Lake, so she decided she would wait to see if Lake had seen her. Then she would react, something she hated doing (she liked anticipating much better), to whatever the situation was from there.

(I'll post tomorrow, thanks!!! :))

Kasmyria had barely noticed her outfit, not listening to anything her stylist was telling her as she was being prepared. A few silent tears had dried on her face. They were mostly for show- She could have hidden her emotions better if she had wanted, but she should look as weak as possible. She stepped onto the podium. Her breath was coming too fast now and she was shaking. And her brain was panicking like mad. Kasmyria breathed deeply, closing her eyes, forcing it to stay calm.
She felt the podium moving beneath her and slowly looked up as the world appeared around her. For a second she forgot why she was there. It was beautiful. There was a picturesque mountain, palm trees swaying ever so slightly. Kasmyria could feel the sun on her skin, and the air was warm, just before it got to unpleasant.
Blinking herself from a daze, Kasmyria remembered that she was meant to be planning about where to go. A lot of the arena seemed to be rainforest, but Kasmyria was doubtful about that. It was undercover, but also dark and probably a maze of dangerous creatures, and plenty of opportunities to be attacked from hidden points. The mountain, that would take a lot of energy to climb, and... Oh! Kasmyria was distracted by the meadow behind her. The grass was a clear, bright green and she could see a stream running into the distance. It was lovely.
Kasmyria jumped at the loud sound of the gong, and looked around her, startled. The Cornucopia, she was mean to go there to get supplies, but where was it? There was that hut thing in the middle... That must be it. But the Cornucopia was a gold horn, she was sure. She scuffled around in confusion! then ran towards the hut, quickly grabbing a blanket, a couple packs of dried food, small wooden bowl and what must be some sort of purifier. Then she ran towards the meadow.

((I meant , not ! after confusion.))

Emilee Beckworth looked around frantically as the automated countdown voice began. 30, 29, 28.. Okay. Deep breaths and everything will be fine. Who am I kidding? Fine? I'm going to die here! No I'm not. Come on, Emilee. Pull yourself together. 25, 24, 23.. I'm eighteen. I'm one of the oldest here. All the others are wimps. One slice to the leg and they'd probably go down falling and before they knew it, they'd see a bright light and be dead. Die. Die, die, die. 19, 18, 17.. Alright. The Arena is a goddamn tropical rainforest. I highly doubt there will be nice food, but I might as well try, right? 15, 14, 13.. If there's water, I could try and drink from that. I'll make sure I don't become too thirsty though as that could cause a massive problem. 10, 9, 8.. Not much time now to decide what I'm going to do. Die. Die, die, die. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. RUN.

The District 9 tribute ran towards the Cornucopia, what she guessed was this brown hut. If other people were there, she didn't notice. Another girl was sorting through the items as if they were newly born pigs. Emilee rolled her eyes, picking up a blanket, stuffing it with a throwing knife and a large wooden bow, then hauling the quiver of 12 arrows onto her back. The girl next to her seemed to have found what she was looking for. She looked weak, so Emilee was contemplating whether or not to kill her.. I've spent too much time here already! Turning round, Emilee moved her legs as fast as she could, with a searing pain running through her back already. She headed towards the massive trees - palm trees, she thought they were called - and didn't stop. A large hill was in front of her, so she kept running, slowly turning into a jog. Her back was aching and her legs seemed to be having funny spasms, but anything to get away.

After what felt like ages, Emilee stopped. The sun - aha, what a fake - was still high in the sky and looked like it wouldn't drop for a while. But still, if the days were hot, the nights might be chilly.. Emilee wondered what other tributes might have as their token. Some might have necklaces, bandanas, rings.. Mine is different, she thought, as she ran the back of her hand over her eyes. Mine is truly a token. Emilee shook her head, her plait landing on her left shoulder. Everything was fake, nothing was real, even the people.. The people are as fake as the place they're in.. She set off again, taking the wooden bow out of the blanket and swinging it over her right shoulder, along with the arrows. She tucked the knife through one of her trouser belt loops and carried the blanket, not wanting to put it in for she might faint.

Just the thought of fainting is deathly. Anyone could stumble upon you, as if you're meat for a meal. A tropical animal of some sort, looking for something to make a show out of, landing on your body and deciding that you were good food.. What a tragic death. A small laugh escaped from Emilee's pink lips. I hope I'll be the one that ends all of you off.. I'll get the Careers first and work my way down..

My name's Emilee Beckworth. Now I am in the Games.

Lake stood up, and quickly packed up her gear. She was just tying off her ombre fishtail braid when she had heard the cannon, from who knows where. But close, very close. Which meant someone, probably unfriendly, was nearby.

Lake had never had much practice with concealment and moving through forests, because of their lack of which in 4. But she could play things smart. And now she would see if someone was watching her.

She pretended like she'd heard a noise, and quickly moved towards an opposite tree. As loud as she dared to, she said, "I know you're there! Come out!"

Hazel laughed quietly and rolled her eyes, figuring it would be best if she just came out from the trees. She moved silently until she was behind Lake by at least four or five meters, giving her plenty of time to react in case Lake decided to try anything. "Hello Lake," she said, arms crossed and eyes glittering dangerously. Hazel wasn't intending to kill Lake, not yet anyways, but her eyes were always glittery and dangerous. She couldn't help it. She really didn't do much else, just say those two words.

Lake jumped about a foot in the air. Okay, she had been facing in the wrong direction. Now she looked like an idiot. She smoothed her hair, and said, voice calm and steady, "Hello Hazel," she looked at the girl. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" She picked up her back, hand resting on her knife, but not making any indication to use it.

Hazel laughed at Lake's reaction. The girl had jumped so high, it was impossible not to laugh. She barely even heard Lake's question, but she did, so she managed to answer it. "The fact that I ran into you," Hazel answered plainly. She motioned to the water. "It's poisoned, isn't it?" She figured that if she got a second person who suspected that the arena was poisoned, or at least the water, then it had to be pretty much guaranteed.

Lake considered lying, but what was the point? Anyway, she was a horrible liar, and Hazel already suspected.

"Yeah," she said wearily. "I think so. The birds who drink the poisoned water here look like the ones back home immune to the polluted water."

She looked at Hazel. The girl held a "backpack", fashioned out of a sleeping back, and wore a blue shirt, similar in color to Lake's, but more blue and less aqua.

"How d'you figure about the poison?" Lake asked.

"I have my ways," Hazel said, not giving anything away. She wasn't about to tell anyone about the antidote in her bag. Or her makeshift bag. Lake's shirt was actually quite similar to her own, she noticed, but Lake's was just a bit more green. She gripped her axe, not intending to use it, but simply because it was soothing. Her eyes had noticed that Lake had a hand on her knife, but she didn't really seem keen on using it. Hazel figured she was okay for now.

((I had in my first post that she saw Hazel taking an antidote, should I remove that?))

"So," Lake said, then stopped. Honestly, she didn't think Hazel would kill her. Yet. And even if she tried, they were both Careers. Hazel might win, eventually, but Lake could probably cause quite a lot of damage, if not an eventually fatal wound. She pushed the thought out of her head. That would come later. And Hazel didn't seem too aggressive. She could have killed Lake at the stream by sneaking up on her if she had wanted.

Lake stared at Hazel. "So," she repeated.

That was when the other girl burst through the trees. She seemed from a lower district, and cowered when she saw the two upper district girls.

"So," Lake said, but this time, to the girl who would surely die in the next seconds.

((the girl is Lake's kill off))

((No. Hazel doesn't know she saw but she's still not going to publicize it.))

"Hello there sweetie," Hazel said with a wicked grin, shooting a look at Lake that asked 'Your kill or mine?'. She assumed that Lake was going to kill the girl, as it was what a Career would do, but then again, she didn't know Lake all that well. She moved her axe slightly so it gleamed in the sunlight. "Didn't your mentor tell you to stay away from big, mean, Careers like us?"

Lake looked at Hazel and gave a small nod. Mine.

She smiled. They would play with this nasty girl's mind. "Yes. You know," she moved closed, so her sharp knife almost touched her, "You know what would happen, if my knife just... slipped?" She smiled, showing her white teeth. "But you're no harm, right?" she asked. The girl nodded frantically. "You weren't going to hurt us, so maybe... maybe we shouldn't hurt you?"

The girl had begun nodding again, but Lake pushed her against the tree. "Too late." she saw the girl concealing something in her hand... a knife. "Exscuse me? How rude!" She stole a look at Hazel, as if sad. "She was going to hurt us! We hadn't even met yet! What's your name?"

"H-H-Hope." Hope's voice was thin and high, almost hysteric. All of a sudden, she lashed out with her knife, barely hitting Lake's wrist, but causing a deep cut.

Hazel played along with Lake, taunting and teasing the little girl. "Oh, sweetie. Your mentor really didn't teach you well at all," she remarked, clicking her tongue in distaste. "You don't reveal hidden weapons to a Career, and-" She cut off when she saw the flash of a knife and the red on Lake's wrist. In a flash, Hazel had moved in on the girl, and had her axe to her throat. "You never, ever, attack us if we're not fighting. Because now, little girl, my friend Lake here is going to get you back," she whispered into the little girl's ear, motioning for Lake to get the knife and then do as she pleased. After Lake had the knife, she released the girl, who fell to the ground. She honored that Lake had claimed the kill, so she stepped aside.

((Oh snap this lil' girl gon' get some FuRy))

((Lol, they're such Careers XD))

Lake smiled, wiping away the grimace. "Honey, let me tell you something," her voice was nothing but a deadly whisper. "I can kill you. In less than a second. So if you wanted a little extra time, I wouldn't have done that." She smeared the blood of her wound on to the girls face, who looked disgusted and terrified.

"Now, Hazel and I are going to teach you a little lesson. Let's start with some payback." She brought her knife into the girl's forearm, exactly where Lake had been cut, digging it around and hoping to hit some arteries. "And now we'll cut up your pretty little face," She spoke loudly to be heard over the girls moans and screams. "Oh, wait, you don't have one!"

She brought the hilt of her knife over and over into the girl's nose, and then cut a long, jagged line directly beneath her mouth. Hope was whimpering now.

"I guess I won't waste anymore time on you." She dug her knife into the girl's throat, retracted it, and kicked the body away. A second later, after the girl had wheezed, spraying everything with blood, her cannon went off.

Lake had half a second of guilt-- no, pity-- only because the girl was raised in a sucky ditrict and it wasn't her fault. But the feeling left as quick as it came, and she just vowed to remember that she wasn't killing these people, she wasn't a murderer, the Capital was. She turned to Hazel, with a strange feeling that she had passed a test she hadn't been taking.

"Where to next?"

Hazel had made sure to steer clear of where any blood could get on her. She had to look good while she won this thing, and besides, Lake and her seemed to make a pretty good pair. She didn't want alliances, no, that meant you had to really like and trust eachother. Working together required less trust. That's what those two would do. Work with each other on no-kill terms. At Lake's question she looked around, shrugging. She pointed down a path that led back towards the center of the arena. "That way?" she suggested.

Lake nodded. They seemed to have an agreement of some sort. Not an alliance, but a... truce? Agreement?

They walked in silence, Lake cleaning off her cut with a tiny bit of water, and wrapping it up with a broad, rubbery leaf, tying it off with string.

"So..." she began. She wanted to be clear on their terms of... truce. She liked Hazel, not from her sunny personality, but because they seemed to understand each other. At least Hazel didn't look surprised or disappointed at Lake's violence. Most people always thought she should have a sweet, peaceful idea at life because of her young girly look. "Do... Do you want to stay together for a bit? Run down the pool of tributes, then see how it goes from there?"

Hazel thought about Lake's offer. It was pretty much what she had wanted, so she really should accept it. At the same time though, there was still that portion of her that screamed for her not to trust anyone, and to win on her own. Because of course she intended on winning. If she was going to die, it would be on her terms, not the Capitol's. Plus, if her depression came back and was too much, well, she'd leave even more damage behind her when she left. Finally, Hazel reached her conclusion, that she would agree to work together. "Sure. Running down pools of objects is one of my specialties," she said with a smirk, linking arms with Lake and skipping through the forest, mocking the seriousness of their situation.

((@Alice, Of course! What do you have mind? We'll talk about in Sponsors of course.))
Step by step, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, Murph climbed up the mountain. She figured she would find food there and maybe even a fresh source of water.

((My kill off is a male from District 12))
Murph whistled. She heard the sound of feet against rocks and then a tender voice, pure as gold, yet it came from a Silver. "Fancy letting you here." Murph nodded her head. "Sure different from the training center, ain't it?" She grinned. "Well, it's just you, me, and this mountain, I guess. There ain't no point in killing you here, is there?" Murph mumbled,"At least while your useful to me..." She hated that those words came out of her mouth. It meant she was really here and killing other people wasn't just in her future, it was right now. "I guess this is when we make an alliance. but we don't have to. We're both unarmed. We could run from each other and pretend this never happened. But that wouldn't be interesting, would it?"

Hmm... The girl did appear to have a spear twirling in her hand. What to do, what to do. She was unarmed and Silver had a spear! Don't worry, don't worry, she told herself. She had to stay cool and collected if she was to have any chance. She grinned despite nervousness. "I may rush into the things but I sure as heck don't back out."

Silver once told her that the voices got quiet around her. But why? Why her? Why would they meet out of all the other tributes? She left the questions unanswered. For now.
Murph didn't feel gratitude but she felt something close at the girl's request. She smiled pleasantly at her. "Thank you. Truly, you could've killed me in a heartbeat, but you didn't. That means a lot to me. And I know I should thank you now, but sometimes you have to or you'll never get the chance." She took them and then said,"I won't kill you either by the way." She kinda laughed at her statement. It sounded strange.

She grabbed the knife. She ducked as the male tribute flew a rock with a home made sling shot. She wanted to laugh at his sad attempt to kill them. But that would make her as bad as the Capitol. She twirled it in her hand, unsure if she could kill someone, much less, a poor boy as desperate as she was. Murph looked away and sent the knife flying, flying, flying and when it finally hit its target, it landed in his gut. He leaned over his stomach, red and bloody. Murph wanted to take him out of his misery but she couldn't, she only had one knife. He slowly fell to the rock hard floor and died a painful death. She wanted to scream above,"Are you happy now?" but decided not to in better judgement. Murph strolled over to his body and pulled the knife out. "We'll have to clean this off soon."

Murph was shocked at Silver's attack on the boy. She hides it though, hide, hide. Always hide. Never show your feelings. She wanted to gasp at her cruelty, her brutality. The Games makes those sides come out and all Murphy Reese Lancaster knew was that, never, never ever, no matter how desperate or starving or scared she was, she would never behave like that. Murph was not scared of her ally but she was wary of her bold acts. But at the same time, she also knew that deep inside Silver was good, the Games just diluted her energy and focus. "Stop. Stop Silver! Does he deserve that cruelty? No. Heck, he was put here just like us! I don't mean to sound nagging... But how do you expect me to trust you when you behave so boldly and outrageously?" She stared into Silver's eyes, searching for something, anything to show her that she was truly sincere.
((Sorry if it sounds like my character is saying your character shouldn't have done what she did. That's not at all what I am saying, it's just part of the story.))

AƖιcє wrote: "Oh crap. Crappity, crap, crap sticks, thought Claire as she surveyed the paradise around her.

The silver plate she was standing on had just stopped moving now and brought her here. Naturally somet..."

((Um... I think she figured that one out a little too easily...))

((@Alice
For some weird reason I thought they had a sword... And I am so sorry, I did not realize she had plans to kill and that was really my bad for doing that because it was power play and unfair to decide how Silver should kill your kill off. I'll delete and I'll make a new comment that lets Silver and you decide how to kill him.))

((@Aubree: You need to update the weapons list, I don't know what's left
Anyone want to bump into Emilee?))

Emilee carried on walking. She couldn't really rest. Not until she got to the top. Not until she saw everything. From her plate, the forest - wood, jungle, whatever - looked small. Yet now that she was in and amongst all the trees, it was huge. It was like being a worm in a field. Apart from where you looked wasn't all green. The sky was still blue and the sun hadn't quite yet set.

He outfit was gold, probably to represent District 9 - wheat. Grain too, but mostly wheat. Emilee thought back to her carriage ride. Her outfit was gold then, too, with small feathers around the waste. How am I remembering this? Emilee undid her plait and let her hair hang down her back. Hopefully it wasn't long until she reached the top of the hill. So far, she had five small scratches on her face from twigs, dried blood from her cracked knuckles and dry lips. What would she be like at the end?

((@Mel
The weapons list is updated but I noticed on my phone, the line through the unavailable items are gone but when I look at it online they are still there so you might want to look at it online if your using the app. So you can take whatever is left.))

Kasmyria ran for a while. She wasn't sure for how long; she had never been good for time keeping. It was odd, she thought, how she was almost... Enjoying this? Yes, she liked the free feeling of the running, the sun on her skin, the way her feet bounced off the luscious grass and how it tickled her ankles occasionally. She was enjoying the beauty and... perfection of her surroundings.
There came a sudden weird feeling in the pit of Kasmyria's stomach and she stopped. This isn't right, her brain told her. This is a place of cruelty and death. Lox's death. Soon your death. This is wrong. You should not enjoy this. Loxu... Kasmyria hadn't let her brother's name enter her thoughts in three years, yet now the memories came surging back, hitting her right in the chest so that she fell at her knees to the ground, her supplies dropped nearby. The arena was where he'd died... mad like Kasmyria would... This place is horrible. This place is death. For once Kasmyria and her brain seemed to agree.
Kasmyria gasped, not having realising that she had forgotten to breathe. She closed her eyes, forcing the memory down. This was not the time for a breakdown. Slowly, she stood, gathered up all her things and stuffed them into the blanket, held it over her back like a sack. With one last deep breath she was off again through the meadow. That was the thing with these Games. You just had to keep on going. And Kasmyria was too scared to stop again.

- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "Hazel laughed quietly and rolled her eyes, figuring it would be best if she just came out from the trees. She moved silently until she was behind Lake by at least four or five meters, giving her pl..."

Lake wanted to laugh at Hazel's cheerfulness mocking the Games. Lake sang quietly to herself to do her part. Hazel's interview had gotten the song "Hanging Tree" stuck in her head. She now sang it softly. Pretty soon Hazel joined it, and they continued on their way, to the center most part of the arena.

((Sorry it's so short!))

Hazel heard Lake singing the song she had sung for her interviews. The two of them sang it as they skipped, yes, skipped, along through the forests. The two Career girls already had a kill each, and they weren't done yet. Hazel was actually quite enjoying the games so far, something even she didn't expect.

((Mine's short too, don't worry!))

(( :) ))

Lake laughed aloud. "Sorry, just... It's weird, I'm not like, even stressed much or anything... So I guess we'll just target people as we go? I was thinking do that, but I really want to defeat the real competition. Like, the Careers. Wait, what weapons do you have?" Lake asked Hazel. "Because I want to kick some serious Career butt, and I'd recommend dipping your weapons in poison."

((I'm on it on the computer, it's not working:/ I mean, I took a bow and it's still on 2..))