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Post by Light on Jan 17, 2014 0:09:35 GMT
The rain still lashing downwards made it difficult to get a good grip for someone not used to climbing through treetops. Timley seemed to be having the better luck of it compared to Pod.
It was a miracle that he'd made it this far and now at last he had another tribute who wasn't trying to kill him. Another tribute who he might find common cause with and perhaps last for a little longer within the arena. Another friend in a desolate place that knew only misery and murder otherwise.
Once again he found himself nurturing the faint spark of hope that had so often flickered and died within him, never truly taking hold, since he had entered this small world of despair and butchery. With an ally again he felt the impossible hope that he might yet live for a time longer and maybe, just maybe, make his being reaped something worthwhile. Rather than what it seemed at the moment; just another hopeless, frightened boy in a crueler world than he could survive in.
But it was not to be. In the midst of his thoughts, the rain-slick branch beneath him became his undoing; as quickly as the spark of hope flickered into life it was quenched below the churning waters of the flooded forest. He went under, bashing into the tree he had moments before been taking refuge in.
He managed to fight back to the surface briefly, coughing up water and spluttering as he thrashed to stay afloat. Finley reached down for him again but as he desperately stretched an arm out he felt them. The first of the mutated fish that the Gamemakers had released into the lake.
Pod screamed as the fish began to tear chunks from him beneath the water. The churning deluge turning red about him as more of the monstrosities sank their fangs into him. With the last of his strength and conscious effort he pushed away from the tree and Finley's outstretched hand. No sense in them both dying to these creatures.
The boy from 10 had tears in his eyes as he died, though in his mind he was smiling. No more pain. He'd kept his family safe as long as he could. His one regret was that he could do no more for the people that he loved so dearly. At least he hadn't died for nothing. He'd died for them.
The cannon blasted over the sound of the rain as what was left of Pod Steed sank below the discoloured waters.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 19, 2014 20:18:21 GMT
A few seconds passed with her eyes anxiously trying to watch the moving float she had created. It drifted off towards the forest and she continued to count in her head. '6, 7, 8..' The seconds dragged and she slumped as the numbers reached 15 before there was an explosion and the float disappeared underneath the waters surface. A smile turned over her face.
Fifteen seconds. Minus a few for any water that managed to get in between the pieces of metal and the extra material left her with twelve. Twelve seconds from lighting to explosion. More than enough time to light a make shift bomb, hold it for a short while and throw it. Plans were forming in her mind.
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Playle
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Post by Playle on Jan 19, 2014 20:23:52 GMT
That made three dead tributes.
As the third cannon boomed, Onyx felt more and more like this island of his was bound to crumble as some kind of cruel trick. He maintained his footing as the muddy sludge grew more difficult to stay still in. He was grinding his teeth as he tried his hardest not to fall prey to the game makers and their tricks. In the water he saw silhouettes moving about. Some looked like fish, some didn't. He just waited for now, trying not to fall off his high ground.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 19, 2014 21:59:19 GMT
"Right, that's enough. Stop the rain" Howard Rinter told the gamemakers. The rain stopped instantly and the sun began to shine again. "Drain it out." He ordered again. The water level lowered slowly until the ground was visible again. The carnivorous fish lay dying in the mud that now covered the arena.
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Playle
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Post by Playle on Jan 20, 2014 20:08:48 GMT
Onyx refused to budge from his high ground for a few minutes. The fish were now in small pools or puddles as the water drained over time. Most were dying in the boggy arena with little water to swim in, but others were in small bodies of water. They snapped and growled loud enough for Onyx to hear. He crushed one with his hammer which was in a very little puddle. Prying the fish's jaw open revealed hundreds of tiny needle like teeth which were razor-sharp. These teeth had ripped off some of Onyx's nose, and had tore Chum to pieces.
He didn't think much of marauding today - staying at this point of high ground gave him surveillance of the surrounding area, and was far enough from the foxhole that the careers wouldn't find him anytime soon. He sated his hunger and quenched his thirst, and then spent his time watching the treeline for anything.
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Merlot Thistleton was howling at Brigid, the mentor of District Ten. He couldn't contain his laughter at Brigid's plight, and in the end it resulted in Merlot being punched square in the jaw. He gave the offending mentor a look:
"Just because you're tributeless doesn't mean you can ruin a man's beautiful face!"
He was glad it wasn't either of his tributes who had fallen to the rising water. But he couldn't help but feel unsure. There was still time when the career pack could turn on Amethyst, or Onyx could be hunted down. Or the game makers might have more tricks. He'd heard it was Rinter's call this year on arena tricks - that could only mean more was to come still.
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Post by Light on Jan 20, 2014 20:40:02 GMT
The question was were there more tricks from the gamemakers afoot? The answer was, in the long run almost certainly a yes and an absolute guarantee if they just stayed here and did nothing thinking about it.
Persephone turned to the other two careers with her. "Now that's over I believe we had a hunt planned." She said to them, casting her eyes at the clear sky and then to the dying fish in the mud around the arena floor. "He can't have gotten too far from where he got Terrence yesterday and that rain stopped everyone from doing anything just now."
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Post by Tonks on Jan 21, 2014 20:05:11 GMT
"Let's go." Neil agreed, before climbing down from the cornucopia ready for action. Amethyst followed and they both picked up their bags and weapons before heading towards the bridge.
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Finley watched in disbelief as Pod fell in the water. He closed his eyes and waited for the cannon sound. He shook his head and sat on the branch as the water drained. "Sorry, Pod." He looked over to the grass which was now soaked and muddy and decided he should probably find a new spot.
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When the water had fully drained, Michael's net snapped and he fell to the floor. His landing hurt as he was unprepared for it and he yelped as his big toe broke. He looked up helplessly clutching his foot, confused.
Howard Rinter watched and laughed. "Good job. I was bored of him dangling in that net. Let's hope he has some sponsors for that toe!"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 21, 2014 20:17:32 GMT
Tara pulled her bag of make shift grenades over her shoulders and slid down from her little hidey hole. It was her time to go on the attack. As she moved off into the forest she made certain to keep two grenades, and the matches, in her pockets. She pulled one out into her hand and let her fingers tap against the fabric, waiting.
Never had she wanted to kill somebody before, but if it was a case of them or her, she'd prefer that they had to die.
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Post by Light on Jan 21, 2014 20:28:02 GMT
Persephone gathered her things once down from the Cornucopia and then joined the other two careers for their next hunt.
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"I guess you still have got it." Octavian cracked a wry smile as he entered the room just in time to see Brigid smack Merlot in the jaw. "We're not the ones in the area. We've already done all that." The District 2 mentor sidled the rest of the way into the room, holding onto a large brightly coloured bottle.
He ran a hand through his thick crop of oaken hair. "All this excitement around here. Anyone fancy a drink?" He held out the bottle to show the other mentors as he headed to a table nearby stocked with glasses and food.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 22, 2014 18:26:31 GMT
The careers crossed the bridge and reached the part of the arena where they saw the fight between Onyx and Chum commence. Amethyst looked around, unsure of which way he would have ran off to. Neil was the last to join them. "I say we just go North into the forest, we're bound to pick up his trail somewhere."
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Post by Playle on Jan 26, 2014 20:36:11 GMT
Merlot shoved his empty glass towards Octavian, but he rubbed his swollen jaw with a free hand. Brigid had struck him hard - that is how Brigid had won his Hunger Games though, by brute force.
He watched the screens - the career pack were heading towards Onyx. This would not bode well. Sure, Amethyst would still be doing well, but two tributes alive was always better. And Onyx was wounded; he would not last as long as he should be able to.
"C'mon boy," Merlot said to nobody, stroking his tri-coloured forked beard "C'mon and make a move."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 26, 2014 21:28:24 GMT
Tara continued to walk through the forest, bomb and matches at the ready. "Come on," she whispered. "Where are you guys?"
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Post by Light on Feb 2, 2014 23:16:20 GMT
Persephone shrugged lightly. North, South, East, West, it didn't really matter. They'd find someone eventually, or if not the Gamemakers would make them find someone.
"Or someone else's." She said to that. "Either's good."
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Octavian filled Merlot's glass, along with his own and a few others before turning to the feed of the games. Things seemed to be developing quickly after the Gamemakers' little trick with the floods and the mutant fish.
"This should make for a good show." He commented to the others, eyes focused on the screen.
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Post by Tonks on Feb 3, 2014 10:06:25 GMT
The careers followed Neil into the forest, deeper and deeper. They hoped they'd find evidence of someone soon. "Ssh." Neil said as he ushered them to stay still. He heard crinkling of leaves to his right, not particularly close but it had to be someone. He peered to try and see who it was and smiled when he saw it was Tara Fielding on her own. He grinned to the others and pointed.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 3, 2014 10:42:43 GMT
Tara stopped to lean against a tree, irritated that she hadn't found anybody. 'Where the hell is everybody?' she thought to herself. She clutched the make shift grenade tighter in her hands and eyed the surrounding forest, trying to peek through trees, bushes and leaves.
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