The Hunger Games RP discussion

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Trickling softly, the water flow is so slow that there seemed to be something blocking its flow. The water was clear, yet an oily layer seemed to cover its surface. Was it a trick of the light, or was it an actual substance, threatening to take away your lives?

Beside the stream, wild mushrooms grew everywhere, brown and cute, with white spots on their crowns. No one has ever seen that kind of mushroom before, yet their properties seemed familiar. The sporangia, its responses towards light...

It's just a stream. Well, a stream with mushrooms. Don't overthink and trust your instincts!

Kitty went to the stream and sat down. She looked at her reflection and cringed at how terrible she looked.

Alan was perched on a tree eyeing Kitty. He had brought a rather sharp rock up with him. He found its target, Kitty's head.

Alan heard a sickening cracking sound as the rock hit her. The blood dripped down her temple, unconcious.

When Kitty woke up, she saw a bloody rock next to her. She could feel blood dripping down her face. She picked up her knife and looked around for who could’ve thrown it and saw Alan up in the trees. She glared.

Alan leaped away disappearing in the trees with his new leaf and dirt disguise.

Kitty frowned when she saw him disappear. She cut off a piece of her shirt and placed it against her forehead to stop the bleeding.

Clark made his way down to the stream, Where there was water there was fish. He might be a farm boy, but he knew how to fish. He spotted Kitty and frowned. He was concerned for her head wound but he knew that helping the enemy could be all the worse for him in the long run.

Kitty saw Clark coming and perked up a bit. She needed some allies so she smiled.
“Hello there,” she said.

"Hi." He said warily, You look like you need medical attention." He said moving a little closer,

“Yeah this guy threw a rock at me but I guess I have to suffer the consequences,” Kitty said.

"I can fish, what can you bring to the table?" Clark asked Kitty.

“Um, I can throw knives I guess,” Kitty said.

Brandon collapsed behind a tree, wheezing. His bright eyes spotted the mushrooms and he shrugged, trusting his instincts as he gathered a few. Creeping up a tree, he eyed the two tributes below, one hurt and another one strong yet ferocious. He sighed. They would never be allies. Not when he himself was so weak.

Clark looked around feeling eyes on them. "Lets get that wound treated then we can make a plan for moving forward. I'm sorry in advance for attacking you when it's just us left." Clark said and helped heal the girl's wound.

“Oh, um thanks then,” she said.

"You can come down and join us now." Clark said looking up at Brandon.

Dylan had already prepared a camouflage, hiding his whole body. His eyes fell on Brandon and saw what was happening. He ripped off a rather sharp club from the free he was perched in, and whacked Brandon off the tree, with a clean blow to the head. He landed by Clark and Kitty's feet, unmoving.

He bounded away, with hopes that someone would send him food.

Clark looked at Brandon and jumped to help him. Hoping that either he was still alive and able to be helped or already deceased and not in need of help.

(Wait, what? What does that mean-)

“OHMYGOSHAREYOUOKAY?!” Kitty blurted out.

((The second one had to do with the hunger games itself, he doesn't want to kill any more people then he has to))

(No, I mean I think you switched the names.)

((Ooops Fixed it.))

Brandon felt a sharp pain and whirled around, just in time to see the face of a boy. He fumed inwardly as his vision blurred. "You'll never get away with this." He spat and grabbed a small beehive before he fell, smirking as the angry buzzes surrounded Dylan. He heard the satisfying stings and he passed out.

As soon as Dylan woke up, he has rashes all over. He ran away.

((omg sorry it should be dylan not alan))

In the distance, Dylan could see a silver parachute clearly coming his way. He ran over to see where it landed and collected the bottle of ointment hanging from the end. Someone from his district had definitely sent it. He saw a note attached to it, and read through it. It had instructions on how much to use. Thankfully, he only needed a little bit, so he used it sparingly. The swelling went down immediately, leaving a tingling feeling on his face. He picked up a adequately sized piece of wood, scraping it against a rock to to smooth and sharpen it. Dylan picked up his new bark knife and tested it on a branch. It slid halfway through without full strength, which satisfied him. He found some bark peels and sap, using it to make a belt to hold his ointment and knife. He slid it onto his waist, making his way back to Brandon for his revenge.

(Since rose left, I'll just kill Brandon)
Dylan took out his knife, going down to Brandon and slit his throat. He fell silent and Dylan crept away without a sound.