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Post by Tonks on Oct 21, 2013 21:53:28 GMT
"Shit!" Chrys Ironwood from 6 voiced as he saw the hammer had been taken. He didn't know what else to take and couldn't decide whether to head for the trees or grab something quick. A fast scuttle of his feet and he was headed for the cornucopia, arms outreached to grab the first thing he saw.
Neil Mason, the career from 2, stomped towards the cornucopia, face full of rage. His huge build was enough to keep most people out of his way apart from Chrys from 6 who musn't have noticed how close he was to him as Neil threw a fist to his side, knocking Chrys a couple of feet to the floor.
Chrys scrambled to his feet and began to run away, realising how foolish he was to even attempt going to the cornucopia. Neil stepped over a bear trap and picked up a large rock which he proceeded to throw in Chrys' direction, hitting him in the back of the head. Chrys collapsed on the floor, blood pouring from his broken skull. Neil turned back casually to look for more items.
Michael Finch from 9 had been closest to the wooden bridge behind them, and as soon as the gong rang out he ran as fast as he could across it and towards the trees, trying to ignore the sounds of screaming. He planned to be out of the way as soon as possible.
Finley Thompson from 11 had been so quick and so small, grabbing a bag of rope and running for the trees, that no one had seemed to even notice him. This was just as he had hoped and planned, though a knife would have been handy.
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Evelyn heard Pod shout; she had been frozen still since the action began, tears stuck to her face and feeling like she wasn't breathing. The shout brought her back to Earth as she began to run as fast as her legs could carry her in the direction of Pod. She wanted to get home and see her family, make them one last rabbit stew. It would never happen.
Mya planned to meet up with Chrys and have an alliance for a while. The announcer was sort of right, they pretended to be boyfriend and girlfriend as young children; just a game really, but they always had a bond in that sense. Mya had managed to swipe up a water flask just in time to see the career tribute throw a rock at Chrys in the distance. She looked away quickly, refusing to let it get her killed now. She held in her emotions as she dived into the river, swam across and ran through the trees.
June Winterberry from 7 had managed to clasp the axe, her weapon of choice. She was already heading off when a throwing knife narrowly missed her shoulder. She span around to see Chyme from 9 running towards her. June threw the axe which landed in Chyme's chest. Chyme looked down at it before collapsing to the floor. June had no time to recover from what had just happened, and so pulled the axe back out and carried on running.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Oct 25, 2013 14:34:10 GMT
Alex stopped when he could no longer hear the sounds of bloodshed behind him and calmed his breathing down. Nothing but trees surrounded him. With a heaving chest he took to eyeing the trees more carefully. They were clustered tightly together and some were a hell of a lot thicker then others. Eyes continuously eyed the forest floor, the surroundings and the canopy. Many branches would make could weapons and his mind whirled with ideas that would keep him going. ________________________________________
Tara stopped to lean against a tree, her heart pounding and her eyes close to tearing up. She wanted to be home. In bed. Asleep. Safe. Sound. How? How did people manage this place? She kept the whimper to herself and tried to traverse the forest floor without making a sound. She snapped several branches, hissed, eased her steppings and in the end decided to partake in another round of sprinting. She let herself imagine that she was being chased, which in all honesty she probably was.
Several minutes and aching running later she had to stop and pant. Her chest wheezed with overuse. Eyes looked around her and she decided to keep walking, eyes forever cautious of everything and anything. She could look in the bag later. For now, get away and find a safe-ish place to rest.
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Post by Light on Nov 1, 2013 21:44:37 GMT
Seeing as the events had unfolded quickly, and the other potential early targets had scattered about, fleeing the bloodbath, Persephone checked around the girl's Cornucopia one last time, then set about gathering some useful items; a backpack, which she stuck some supplies into, ready for the hunts to come, then gathered some backup weapons and surveyed the immediate scene about the girl's Cornucopia: the usual bloody affair, but as she looked from them to the boy's Cornucopia, it occurred to her that not as many as usual had died, by the looks of things.
Time to take stock of things now that the remaining non-Careers had fled, and time to organize the hunts of those who were left. As she approached the boy's Cornucopia, she noticed the body stuck in the bear traps, and the struggling boy from 12 stuck in another. Watching her step, and sweeping the spear around as she went, she reached Timley, grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head up, and slit his throat.
Leaving the corpse, she headed up to the male Careers: "So, who'd you get?" she asked; better to get an idea of who was left before the announcement to the arena. The other girls would no doubt be back soon, and then they would begin.
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Pod nodded to Hanya, grabbing hold of Evelyn as she reached them, and carrying her so she wouldn't fall behind either of them, then started to lead their little group towards and across the bridge, over to the other side, trying not to screw up and fall into the water.
"The trees!" he panted to Hanya, gesturing habitually even though the forest was blatantly obvious in front and around them on the other side of the bridge. It was about their only chance to keep on running for as long as they could and hope for the best.
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Post by Tonks on Nov 1, 2013 22:04:25 GMT
"District 6 boy." Chrys said simply, as he rummaged through the items, picking up everything he saw as crucial. Terrence gave a sinister smile and gestured to the corpse of the boy from 5, mangled and crushed in the bear traps.
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As Catalina came to a stop, Amee questioned her. "Who are we running after here?" "I thought I saw...I swear I saw..." Catalina began. "Well that's great," Amee replied unsympathetically, "We need to meet back up with the others before we get ditched and they come to kill us. Let's go." She made a mental note to kill Catalina first as they headed back to the Cornucopia.
As they reached the cornucopia they saw the other careers picking at the items and hoped they'd left something good for them. They joined the others and began filling bags.
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Post by Playle on Nov 2, 2013 10:19:22 GMT
Hanya took on what Pod said and kept a running pace, but her arm stung horrendously with every other jerking movement. The arrow would come out, but the infection might be risky. She knew she wasn’t exactly prime for sponsors either. No fan favourite passes out at the reaping, gets a mere six in the training score and ends up getting shot by an arrow within the first thirty seconds of the game. Maybe it was just overwhelming fear, but she came sort of acceptant that she would be dead before nightfall.
Things seemed better for her counterpart Pod. If anything, she’d rather put her effort into making sure he won rather than herself. She really, really did not want to kill another human being. It made her feel sick. She wanted District 10 to have a winner, but she was not the stuff of legends. And the careers – they were frightening. She wouldn’t want to encounter them anytime soon.
When their running began to slow more to a jog as danger was way behind them, she quickly looked at her plastic cylindrical to determine what it could be. Small writing was on the side of it: Contains a single one-man pop-up tent. Not the best of items from the cornucopia.
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Onyx had no real idea of where he was now. The trees seemed endless. With hammer in one hand and tinderbox in the other, he tried to think of what was best to do. And then he realized it.
If this Alan Salmon truly was in the woods, he would most likely be fairly close to Onyx right now. Maybe encircling him like a predator to a prey. That wouldn’t be allowed. Onyx was alone – even as a career tribute, this wasn’t a safe position. But these trees were endless, and Onyx would get lost and confused before he even had a chance of finding another tribute to murder. He felt the ground, the undergrowth – relatively dry in this area.
He whipped the tinderbox open, and in about thirty seconds he had managed to strike a fire. A small one, but one which would flush out the boy from 7 eventually. Grabbing more dry herbs and leaves, Onyx fuelled the fire which was catching at a mediocre rate. Maybe he didn’t have the ability to create a forest fire, but surely tributes would think it was a campfire – an easy kill. That’s when Onyx would catch them.
He left the flickering flames which were beginning to clamber up a tree’s branches. He headed due north – he didn’t want to be victim to the smoke or fire he had started.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Nov 2, 2013 11:59:18 GMT
Tara frowned. There was some odd lighting before her and as she reached the edge of the trees she felt herself sighing with relief. As she'd been walking she'd picked up a handful of berries and had let herself munch on them. She was glad she'd paid attention in the wildlife classes they'd been given in training.
But a series of high rocks overlooked her and she frowned, tilting her head to try to see more. There was a small flicker of hope that there would be somewhere to hide. A small cavern of some kind. She nodded with determination and moved to them.
A thought occurred and she stopped briefly to eye the surrounding area. Would somebody see her? Would they follow her and kill her? She gulped and eyed the rocks once more. With a shake of her head she pulled her bag tighter against her and hurried her pace.
There was a few small caverns that were obvious, but if she took a hold of one of these then she would be spotted. She needed a place that looked out of place, impossible to be a hidey hole. There. She found it. It was a few meters off the ground but it just looked like a couple of rocks. It didn't even look big enough to squeeze into, but she did. Found that it was big enough to curl up on the floor in. She couldn't stand and it was a squeeze to pull her legs in, but at least it was somewhere out of the way. And it gave her a nice view of the sky and a limited few of the tree line.
She picked up her bag and decided to take a look. _________________________________
Alex sighed as he fiddled with a long thin branch in his hands. He'd managed to sharpen the edge with the axe and it was sturdy enough to make a nice weapon. He held it tight and pulled himself up a series of trees. Many other branches had been cut and chopped and wriggled between other branches to make a small balcony up high. The leaves, once he'd taken a look at it from above, just let it look like it was a part of the canopy.
He grinned as he took a seat and put his axe and bottle by his side. Eyes closed for a moment's rest.
The smell of smoke pulled them open and he turned his eyes about the forest floor. There was a flicker of red and orange that caught his attention. When he took a moment to look at the source he spotted a small fire.
Fingers circled the handle of the axe. Somebody had set up camp and had built a fire already. "Idiots," he whispered to himself. After a moment he smiled, climbed down the tree and crept around trunks. His eyes glanced around the area and he was certain to be aware of anything and everything.
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Post by Playle on Nov 2, 2013 15:53:08 GMT
“Perfect.” Onyx thought. He heard the leaves crunch behind him – he had drawn someone out. Not so much flushed them, the fire would be dead soon, but they had taken the bait. In one-on-one combat, Onyx believed he could take anyone on in this arena. The smoky smell was strong, but it wasn’t a dense and hazy atmosphere. He began to return the way he was walking, towards the fire.
It looked like District 7’s boy. Had to be. Onyx didn’t hesitate, raising his hammer into the air and charging forward full of rage.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Nov 3, 2013 12:35:42 GMT
The loud roar snagged on Alex's senses and he turned, axe raised in both hands. The force of District 1's blow sent him stumbling over the root of a tree and onto his backside.
Somehow he'd been able to keep his axe up as Orin? He didn't care much for names, but the guy landed on top of him, hammer pressed up against the axe and against his throat.
It took a lot of effort to push the hammer in one direction and swing the axe back round in hopes of hitting something.
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Post by Playle on Nov 4, 2013 19:55:44 GMT
Onyx wrestled to exert his brute force over the tribute, hammer locked against axe as he had shoved the boy from district 7 to the ground. There was a murderous vigour in Onyx’s actions, a primal desire to get it over and done with before anyone else stumbled upon the fighting pair. With a white knuckle grip, he held the hammer tightly.
Onyx’s focus left him blindsided though, as the repelling push by the boy not only knocked Onyx back but also nicked him with the axe in the side of his hand. The palm was torn, bloody, some muscle was devastated. About an inch away from the wrist. Not vital, but the boy’s attack back against Onyx did only frustrate him.
“Alan Salmon, thanks for competing!” he muttered with a sinister tone. A monstrous grin grew among Onyx’s face as he sweeped the hammer through the air right towards the temple of the boy. If it would hit, it would cave his skull in.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Nov 9, 2013 21:29:53 GMT
Alex's eyes went wide and he knew there was no stopping the incoming attack that would no doubt end his life. As he raised the axe in a last ditch feebled attempt he clenched his eyes shut and held the picture of his family in his head. The youngest of his family and the only one to get picked.
Life was cruel.
The sound of the hammer coming down greeted his ears and he moved his head to hide the fear that crowded his features.
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Post by Tonks on Nov 10, 2013 14:22:46 GMT
The canon boomed to announce the death of Alex Hammond from district 7. It was the tenth canon that day. There had been much more brutal first days in the arena and much less, the gamemakers were relatively happy with these kills. There was nothing worse than games that last no more than two days! Howard Rinter, head gamemaker, looked over the footage of the kills, laughing happily as the boy from 5 was thrown into the bear traps. His trap idea had worked even better than he had planned; people would remember that kill for years to come. Pride swept over him; President Snow would surely keep him on for next year now.
As time went on he watched the different tributes head their different ways, thinking of what chaos he could unleash in different areas if tomorrow got dull. He nodded to one of his team to set the sun as it got late, and the arena was in darkness.
"Kill list time guys, get the anthem rolling." He ordered. The Capitol music began all across the arena as the symbol was projected into the sky for all tributes to see. First came the face of 13-year old Marvin Tummel from district 3, and as Howard Rinter was feeling extra cruel today, he then showed the clip of him falling off of his podium and exploding into pieces. Then came the face 14-year old Lorton Newton from 5, followed again by the clip of him being thrown into the bear traps by Terrence Chum from 4. Rinter smirked watching the faces of the tributes as he showed the clips, happy with the despair he was spreading. He made sure to capture the clips of the really horror-struck faces.
18-year old Chrys Ironwood from 6 came next, running before falling as the rock hit his head. Then there was 17-year old Alex Hammond from 7, with the almighty whack from the district 1 boy's hammer. Next was 17-year old Kerry Livendale from 8, being sliced to pieces by the girl from 2. They reeled off one after another, no less graphic than the last. 12-year old Dill Gusset from 8 with a hammer blow to the face from Onyx. 15-year old Chyme Rigan and her priceless face as she took an axe to the chest from the district 3 girl. 16-year old Windra Anden from 11 being stabbed with a sword in the stomach by the career tribute Amethyst. 12-year old Lorna Hirren from 12 being smashed repeatedly into the side of the cornucopia by the girl from 2. One of Rinter's personal favourites. And finally 18-year old Timley Auger from 12, first being pushed into a bear trap before being finished off by a slit of the throat by the girl from 2.
Rinter couldn't shift the sense of pride that increased and increased with every clip. Today had been a good day, and he looked forward to tomorrow.
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Post by Light on Nov 17, 2013 22:21:50 GMT
The Careers had regrouped at the Cornucopias after the initial bloodbath, and then gathered some supplies and extra weapons, before heading out together to hunt for the other Tributes.
It had been a remarkably uneventful day for them, Persephone had reflected, as they had decided, later in the day that since many of the Careers had not brought the supplies to camp out on the first day to head back to the Cornucopias for the night, and as the daylight faded, they had started to eat.
Standing with the others in view as she ate, one hand resting seemingly casually on one of the swords at her waist; it didn't pay to take any chances around here. Not just from the others. Some of the non-Career Tributes were smart enough to try ambushes, Persephone looked up with the others as the faces were broadcast to the remaining Tributes.
She took note of who was left, and who had already fallen, thinking over what sort of competition remained, and figuring out who needed to die first, and who were the biggest threats left. Tomorrow they'd be back to hunting, and for that, they'd need to choose their targets.
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Pod and the others had run into the woods for hours, though they seemed more like days; he'd had to stop more than a few times in order to continue to be able to carry Evelyn, but it had either been that or risk leaving the younger girl behind. Every time they'd stopped, it had been terrifying, though fortunately they hadn't been found by any of the other Tributes.
Now they had stopped just as the sky darkened and the faces of the fallen were projected into the sky: "Okay." he panted, setting Evelyn down and turning to Hanya: "I think we're far enough. We'll have to look at that wound." he said to her; he wasn't sure how well that would turn out, but it was either leave it and let it get worse, or at least try to do something: "What did everyone manage to get?" he also asked them.
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Post by Playle on Nov 19, 2013 18:32:11 GMT
Onyx had spent the remainder of the day travelling west. There was a large forest clearing behind him now, but he had stopped within a dense collection of trees. This would be his place to stay tonight; he was more tired than he would like to admit, but if he had put enough distance between himself and the others then slumber wasn’t a bad call.
For supper he dined on a rather plump rabbit. It took the best part of an hour to catch the critter, and in the end it was only a wild swing of his axe which managed to slay the animal. He’d have to thank the dead tribute for his weapon, otherwise it would’ve just been hunger pangs for company tonight. A small fire cooked the rabbit meat, if anything burning it somewhat but it still tasted fairly nice. It took willpower to not eat all of it, as he wrapped some of the meat in a large leaf and shoved it into a corner of the tinderbox.
Onyx stomped the fire out and climbed halfway up a nearby oak. It supported his weight on the right branches, and creaked something awful on the weaker branches – that would hopefully wake him if someone tried to kill him in his sleep. Eventually getting in as comfortable a position as possible, he slept with his axe, hammer and tinderbox beside his head. Sleep came soon after.
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Hanya was alone in her thoughts with Pod’s voice a distant echo at first but slowly it became apparent she was being talked to. She felt like her courage was on thin ice, and she would burst into tears if she weren’t careful. The arrow was a painful reminder – the other girls and boys would try to kill Hanya. They would probably succeed in that as well.
“If you’ve got anything to pull out or cleanly break the arrow, be my guest. Splintering it, and my arm will be as good as gone.”
She chucked the pop-up tent tube in Pod’s direction with the least convincing smile she could pull. She couldn’t even joke about the useless nature of the tent – it served to show where the tributes would be. She felt awful. She felt like the animals she’d spent all her job butchering – they could moo as loud as they wanted, they had to be killed to serve the needs of others.
“You look after Evelyn. I need a few moments.”
She walked away from the pair for about thirty seconds – she didn’t know whereabouts, but far enough so they couldn’t hear her.
The fake confidence she had worn broke. She wept with all her heart. She wept until her face was red and her lungs were sore from panting.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Nov 26, 2013 14:06:03 GMT
Inside the bag was come copper wiring, a knife, a torch, some matches and a piece of fabric that was thin and no larger than a meter square. Night would descend and she knew the game makers would throw the temperature near to zero.
With a sigh she grabbed the knife, stuffed everything back into the bag and left it to sit in the back of the small cave. Then she peered out from the opening, double checked that the coast was clear and shuffled out into the open. No arrows or spears came flying towards her and nobody could be heard running for her.
A breath released itself and she quickly dashed to a series of bushes. She chopped and hacked until several branches were broken and dragged them back with her towards her little cavern. She shoved them over her bag and went back out to find some rocks to shove at the base of the opening. With any luck people would walk past and think it too small for anything but animals to get into.
Food was unimportant. Being safe was top priority and she pulled and tugged on a decent sized rock until it sat before the entrance. The blanket was pulled out and put onto the ground and she pulled the branches over her body, her mind thinking about food and what to do. She wasn't a hunter by any means, which meant meat was off the menu.
Hungry eyes turned to the branches and she pulled off a leaf and chewed. It held nothing but static brittleness but it was better than nothing. She let it sit on her tongue for a little while before she swallowed it. With any hopes the night would pass quickly and she could find some better food tomorrow.
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Post by Tonks on Dec 1, 2013 18:09:35 GMT
The night passed and Catalina Fern awoke as dawn began. She knew she had come over as weak in front of Amee and wanted to start the day with a kill.
"Come on, get up." She spoke loudly to the snoozing career tributes. "Let's go hunt some tributes!" She announced much too gleefully.
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The gamemakers watched and smiled. They saw that the career pack weren't far from the two district ten tributes and the district 5 girl. They just needed to encourage them to steer left and not right when they set off.
"Let's add a very visible cracker jacker nest to the right. Two, actually. They'd have to be really stupid to go the wrong way now. Either way it should be entertaining!" Howard Rinter instructed the gamemakers. "Call me when they start to set off."
Rinter wandered to his office and opened the video of his public interview on his computer. He loved watching himself speak.
"So, Howard. What makes your games different? What do you add as head gamemaker that your predecessors didnt'?" Rinter smiled as he watched himself smile on the screen. "Well it's simple. I'm not afraid to be cruel. I never think 'maybe that's a bit much' I just get on with it. I make my games gruesome and unique. It's an art, truly, and art has no boundaries."
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