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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 14:55:25 GMT -7
After running for a while trees started to appear in his line of vision. That sent some confusion through the blond tributes mind. If he remembered correctly the cornucopia had been above a volcano. So, therefore the dark eyed male could not process why there was suddenly a forest. Whatever he told himself as he turned his run into a walking state. It didn't seem like anyone was following him so, he figured it was okay to walk for a little while, A sigh then reached his lips as he wondered how the other tributes were doing. So, far he saw no signs of anyone else which was good in his eyes. Frankly after the bloodbath he did not want to run into anyone else for a while. Heck he would be even more happy if could managed to avoid everyone all together for the whole games. But , some how he figured that was an unrealistic type of thought. After walking for a little longer he leaned up against a tall tree. The blond's mind then passed to wonder what kind of food he could find in this forest environment. In the spur of moment and a warning growl of his tummy he decided to see if he could find anything by hunting.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 12:42:17 GMT -7
After a failed attempt to find something to eat the boy sighed. It was quiet and that bothered him a little but , he told himself that he was being stupid. After that thought had passed his mind the blond began on his way walking. The blond was beginning to get a little bored with this. But , despite that he kind of wished it would stay that way. Plus with the way it was now it was less of a hassle. After the boy had walked for about ten minutes he stopped again to see if there was any food near by. After the boy had ran his hand threw his hair he scanned the area for a good spot to look. It was still quiet so, the boy then wondered if the forest even had any animals around. He knew they capitol probably wanted the forest to feel real. Despite the blond boy wouldn't put it pass them to tease them and make it barren and life less. After that thought passed through his mind he wondered over to a bush to look anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 15:26:06 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
The hurricane has hit. Calix did not seek shelter for day 1. He receives a ONE TIME -5 HP penalty for being exposed to the hurricane. On your next post, make sure that the 5 hp is taken off (14HP total).
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 19:04:55 GMT -7
(I'm combining the response to the magma thread into this post for entering the forest.)
Calem pulled the fishing line out of his pack and took the two empty canteens that Ariadne handed him. After setting the supplies down, he then grabbed the flashlight that she held out and, flipping the switch to ON, positioned it in such a way that the light shone on his hands as they tied the first canteen to his bag. Moments later, his allies hands were beside his, tying the second canteen down, and her voice began telling a story about her father from when she was little. Cypress Emerson sounded like a father who wanted the best for his daughter, but knew that there were times to be affectionate and protective and times to be encouraging and strict. It now made sense why he was one of the heads of the forestry crews. He wouldn't judge people on what they looked like, but rather what they could do; and if they weren't satisfied with what they could do, they'd work harder to get better instead of complain. Listening to Ariadne's tale made Calem realize something. Every one of these 24 tributes that the Capitol ripped away from their homes had someone they loved and cared about, their own Trevor Fox or Cypress Emerson. That tribute boy who Calem had pushed into the lava's family probably hated him for killing their son, just as Trevor would hate anyone who killed his brother.
Calem's thoughts were interrupted by silence. The rain had stopped and the storm had passed. Ariadne was making her way out of the tarp, and this time, Calem didn't as upset about her touching him (although it was still uncomfortable for him). He emerged right after her into the open freshness of the side of the volcano. The air was clean and cool, a nice change from the stuffy warmth under the tarp. After stretching his aching back and legs, Calem reached down to untie and pick up a now-full canteen of water. He hadn't realized how thirsty--or hungry--he was until he pressed his lips to the plastic and gulped down about a quarter of the water. It tasted so clean and refreshing, and it soothed his dry throat. His hand reached down into his pocket to make sure the spile was still safe, and it was. Picking up his pack, he stowed away the canteen for a later time and then removed the copper coil resting at the bottom. "Yeah," he laughed in response to her question, amused at how long it had taken them to get down there. All the other tributes were probably already in the forest and taking all the food. "And I thought you might want these. The copper could help with traps or something," he said, untying the second canteen and handing it, along with the copper coil to Ariadne.
Entering the forest was like walking into heaven. The smell of trees and rustling of leaves was relaxing and brought back memories of being home. Birds were singing, so there had to be other animals that they could hunt or trap. The two District 7 tributes had spent just a small amount of time in the forest, and already Calem spotted another person. The other tribute had his back to them, inspecting the brush, probably searching for food Calem guessed. "Shh," he whispered, holding his hand out to stop Ariadne from walking any further. They had spent their whole lives in the forest and could move around pretty quietly, but the slightest noise could startle the other tribute. "I'm going to see if I can sneak up on him," Calem murmured, attaching the boy onto his pack and withdrawin the knife out of his pocket, and then melted into the forest. He took small steps towards the boy and tried to avoid stepping on twigs or dry leaves.
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Summary: Calem takes the 2 canteens and flashlight, thinks about stuff, drinks some water, hands 1 FULL CANTEEN and the COPPER COIL to Ariadne, enters the forest, and tries to sneak up on Calix. HP: 31/31 Equipped: 6-inch knife (+1) Inventory (8/10 items): Bow & 8 arrows (+2), fishing line, medical kit (Good for +3 HP with cuts), cloth blanket, compass, golden spile, flashlight, 1 canteen of water WC: 649
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 21:24:11 GMT -7
Just like Ariadne hadn't been able to really say anything to Calem's words about Trevor, he hadn't been able to say anything after her story about her father. That was just fine with Ariadne, because once she was out of that tarp, it was time to get back to making it through this thing. She had liked hearing about Trever and liked talking about her dad, but that wasn't what this was about. She wasn't really supposed to be getting to know Calem, getting to like him more. Now she was just itching for something to do. She hoped they wouldn't get in another position where the only way to keep her sane was to ask about Calem's personal life, because as they got farther into the Games, that would just be harder to deal with. If it came down to the two of them, how could she rip him from Trevor? And would he hesitate because of her father?
Folding up the tarp and stuffing it into her bag, she was glad when Calem agreed to go down to the forest. Things would be better in there, more familiar, and they could survive easily. Standing up, she accepted the full canteen and the copper coil from Calem. "Thanks. This'll definitely come in handy down there. She tipped the full canteen back into her mouth and swallowed several eager gulps. The water was a welcome relief, which only left food. That's what the forest would have. She tied up the much lighter bag and left the empty sack from the second bag behind her on the ground. The backpack swung easily onto her back now, though she kept the coil in her hand as they entered the forest.
It was such a wonderful and eerily familiar feeling to step inside the forest. It would be extremely easy get distracted and homesick, so she immediately set to work collecting items for her trap. There was no shortage of good sticks, and with the coil in her hand, she had what she needed quickly. Several paces into the forest, she knelt down to set the first trap, sharpening the sticks as needed with her ax. She'd barely started when Calem told her to be quiet. She froze, her brown eyes searching the woods find what it was he had spotted. She quickly found it: a blonde boy, not too far away from them. She nodded and put the sticks down quietly and slipped her bag off her back to help her move easier. She let Calem try to sneak up on him first though. He had to be a lot quieter than her, and if they could sneak up on this kid and take him out quickly and quietly, it would be best. Her hand gripped her ax, watching and waiting.
Calem wasn't quiet enough though. The blonde boy found out he was coming before Calem got close enough. Ariadne stood up quickly. It would be no use her trying to sneak up, since she would be terrible at it. Stealth hadn't ever been useful before, and it wasn't her style anyway. She'd rather people know she was coming, like the blonde boy would now now. She could hold off; maybe he wouldn't attack Calem and just be scare of them. But the fact that he was alive still left one more obstacle between Calem and Trevor, between herself and her father.
So there was no thinking about it. Ariadne rushed past Calem and attacked the blonde boy. Only one of them could go home, and it couldn't be him.
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HP: 26/26 Equipped: Ax (+2) Inventory: 1 canteen of water, copper coil, lighter, 6x6 ft. tarp, bungee cord, compass, glow stick (Good for use 1 Day), fishing net, pliers, cloth blanket WC: 603 Notes/Actions: Sorry for real this time, Calix. Our battle was only postponed, not lost. It was the most logical thing to do in character.6damage
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 16:00:21 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
*BEEP* ARIADNE / CALEM 1 Day's Worth of Food (EACH)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 18:38:10 GMT -7
Ariadne didn't stop. She couldn't stop. If she stopped now, she might never be able to get started again and the blonde boy from who-knows-what district would be able to kill her with ease. As was always an easy habit for her to fall into, she gave in to impulse and gut feelings. She was aware only of the boy, of sessions with Dominic in the back of her mind, and of continuing to move. She was not thinking about what this meant - what this would make her - when she was finished. There was no room for that kind of thinking.
Her ax fell in capricious strikes, probably more times than were necessary. Biting into flesh was smoother and easier than biting into wood, and though she didn't fully comprehend it yet, that's what she would think back on later. When the boy's body fell, Ariadne ceased swinging mid-strike. It was an old practicing technique given to her by her father that came as easily to her now as the strike itself. Her ax slowly lowered, her breathing ragged with the effort. Her knees buckled under her of their own accord, without the awareness to stop it, and she fell to her knees beside the blonde boy.
Ariadne didn't have to inspect the cadaverous shape next to her to know that he was dead. The blood that soaked the forest floor and dripped from her ax was proof enough of that, as well as the stillness that pervaded everything around her. Even the forest seemed to hold its breath. She had killed someone. She had killed a boy whose name she didn't know, nore what district he was from. She didn't know if he would have fought back - if she had given him the chance - or if he would have been useful to herself and Calem before he died. She didn't know if he had a family back home, someone watching eagerly and hoping for the best.
That was the way she wanted it, wasn't it? Ariadne had purposefully tried to avoid learning anything about the other tributes so that she she wouldn't have to feel anything when the time came, and she had just ended the life of one of those nameless faces. As she knelt there, her mind trying to catch up with what had happened, she gained awareness of a beeping sound not far off. Another gift - hopefully meant for them, and not the boy she had so brutally murdered. Her body snapped back into action again, more than grateful to hold off dwelling on this a few moments longer. She went to the package sent by some sponsor, and instead of inspecting what it was, removed the parachute from it. The package she left on the ground, for her partner to deal with if he wanted. Then, she knelt again where she was. Using the thin fabric of the parachute, she started to clean off the blade of her ax. There was so much red - she just needed to get it off.
HP: 26/26 Equipped: Ax (+2) Inventory: 1 canteen of water, copper coil, lighter, 6x6 ft. tarp, bungee cord, compass, glow stick (Good for use 1 Day), fishing net, pliers, cloth blanket, 1 bag of food (unclaimed yet) WC: 506 Notes/Actions: Ariadne Emerson kills Calix Maximoff. Permission for Ariadne to instantly kill Calix was given by the GM (Eileen/Siri). Since Calix didn't post during Day 2 of the Games (11/24-11/30), he would be killed anyway due to the rules requiring each tribute to post at least once per arena day.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 0:44:46 GMT -7
Calem began moving quietly towards the boy, using the forest as cover. He clutched the knife tightly in his hand, but hoped he wouldn't have to use it. If he was silent enough, maybe he could sneak up behind the other tribute and... A stick snapped underneath one of his boots. D**n. Calem hesitated, wondering if the boy might not have seen him or heard the cacophonous crunching of the stick. But that was callow to think. Of course he heard it. This was the Hunger Games. You always stayed alert in the Hunger Games, because death was everywhere. And unluckily for the tribute boy, his death was near as well.
Capriciously, Calem lurched towards the boy, the knife held ready to strike. He was going to die anyway. He had no weapons, no supplies, and he was just another obstacle between him and Trevor, between Ariadne and her father. The Gamemakers could have sent something even worse after him--a terrible mutt of some kind that would tear him to shreds or kill him slowly. His family and friends at home in the District he had come from would be even more crestfallen if he had survived longer into the Games, since their hope that he could actually win would increase. It would be better for everyone this way. And that's what Calem continued to tell himself even after the cadaverous form had fallen.
However, Ariadne had reached the boy before Calem did, and she began slashing at him with the axe. Calem joined in beside her, his face contorted and emotionless, as he sliced at the boy repeatedly with his knife. Ariadne's axe had a longer handle than his knife did, so she was spared--at least more than Calem was--from the boy's blood. His hand was covered in the sticky red liquid by the time the body dropped. Calem ceased swinging, breathing heavily. This was better for himself. It was better for Ariadne and the boy and everyone who believed in him and the Gamemakers. The boy had been saved from a worse death. It was just better for everyone.
Ariadne fell to her knees beside the boy. Calem watched her for a few seconds, refusing to acknowledge the boy's body, and then turned around to walk over to one of the towering trees. His hand dipped into his pocket and retrieved the spile, jamming it into the tree. As he waited for water to begin stream out, he held out his blood-stained hand, turning it over and over to examine it. Two kills, he thought. Two kills. What would Trevor think about me killing two people? Is he disappointed in me, or glad that I'm still alive? Calem thought about this for a few moments, growing uneasy that he might have let down Trevor by killing those two tributes. What if Trevor wanted him to die now, ashamed that his brother was a murderer? But what did he expect Calem to do? Just let people walk all over and kill him? No, Trevor would not want Calem to do that. He'd want him to come home, at all costs.
The water dripped out slowly at first, wetting Calem's hand, then poured out more steadily. He rubbed his hands together to wash all the drying blood away, his brief feelings of chagrin washing away as well. The Gamemakers would not want him to feel embarrassed about killing, and any visible sign of remorse or shame would cause people to stop sponsoring him and Ariadne. Thinking about the Gamemakers reminded him of his knife and how it was also stained with red, so he began to clean it, using a blanket from his pack to dry it after. Another thing: this knife. If a Career attacked him and all he had was this puny knife, he'd be dead for sure. He was not skilled with knives. He could not defend from a sword or trident with a 6-inch knife. He needed an axe--but Ariadne had the only other axe. She needed it, but he wanted it too. She was more powerful with it, and Calem did not like the feeling that Ariadne was protecting him since she had the axe and he did not. He did not need protecting. If anything, Ariadne did; even though she was strong, like most District 7 girls were and her father had taught her, the Careers were probably stronger. Calem just couldn't decided whether letting her keep the axe or him taking it would protect them more. "I need an axe," he declared, finishing drying the knife and stuffing the blanket back into his bag, "but there aren't any others in the Arena." He plucked the spile from the tree and dropped it back into his pocket. "Except for the Cornucopia," he finished with a devilish grin, turning around the look at his ally.
He hadn't noticed what Ariadne had been doing, nor the parcel on the ground, until he had looked to Ariadne and spotted it. Only the box was there; Ariadne had ripped off the parachute and was using it to clean her axe blade. Calem walked over reached down to grab the gift to open it, temporarily forgetting his sudden outburst. There were two bags of food, so it must have either been meant for District 7 or for the kid they had killed. He hoped it was for them, so then they wouldn't be stealing the sponsored item from the boy. "Food," he said, "Enough to last us both a little while, I'm guessing. Here's your share." Calem handed one bag to Ariadne, and then slid his pack off his shoulders to stow away his. Even after taking out the blanket and trying to fold it into a smaller size, the bag of food just barely managed to fit inside the backpack. "Who would've thought that we'd have this much stuff?" he joked quietly, struggling to zip his bag closed. He had decided that Ariadne should keep the axe for now, but it was definitely not a subject that would be forgotten.
Summary: Calem and Ariadne kill Calix Maximoff. Calem washes his hands and the knife, thinks about Trevor and axes, talks about axes, grabs the food sponsor-gift, and then talks about that and all their items. HP: 31/31 Equipped: 6-inch knife (+1) Inventory (10/10 items): Bow & 8 Arrows (+2), 1 canteen of water, 1 day's worth of food, 1 empty medicine/liquid vial, fishing line, medical kit (Good for +3 HP with cuts), cloth blanket, compass, golden spile WC: 1,043
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 12:38:12 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
Sponsored an ax.
Beep beep y'all. lol
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For a while, Ariadne wasn't very aware of Calem. What he did after the boy's body fell, she had no idea. Even though she had him there for... for whatever emotional or physical support they could possibly lend one another, killing was an isolating feeling. As she knelt, cleaning her ax, she was focusing mostly on clearing her mind of what had happened. In order to get through this arena, through the next kill she'd have to face, the girl had to be dauntless. Not just for the sake of physically surviving and continuing to be brutal, but because those watching her right now could tip the scale in determining if she lived or died. Being fearless was her normal personality. She was used to jumping into things whether they were the right idea or not, and forging ahead in the path her gut directed. It had given her great joy and great pain in the past. It had given her the false pride that made her fall from the tree as a child, and also led her to fall in love. She should be able to slip back into that and shake off the boy's death. It could not debilitate her, not now.
Calem's voice cut through her thoughts, or rather her attempt at lack of thought. She glanced up at him, then down to the food bag he set in front of her. Carefully, Ariadne set down her ax and the parachute cloth she had been using to clean it. Turning away from them both, she sat and ate. It had been a while since she had eaten, and the food felt foreign in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed with care, but still seemed to consume their gift from whatever sponsor had given them this faster than she might have hoped. Calem spoke again. "Looks like we're pretty lucky," she said, and made herself smile a little. Her voice came out somewhat odd to her, though.
Araidne actually looked at Calem now, watching him as he repacked his bag and closed it. Outwardly, he seemed fine. He had already cleaned himself off, was physically moving forward to other tasks, and even seemed able to joke. Perhaps it hadn't fully hit him yet, or it had and he just didn't care. Maybe he was even just good at hiding whatever it was he was feeling. She wasn't about to ruin it if that's what it was. As soon as they were reaped, she could tell that Calem was better at playing to the crowd than she was. She had honestly tried during her interview, but he had won the crowd over easily with humor and charm. He was sweet both as a child and now, and perhaps that was for his audience as well - at least in part. She couldn't blame him for that at all. Getting people to like her had never been her strong suit, and she mostly hadn't cared if they didn't. But in the arena, whether he was honestly fine or not, playing to his audience might give Calem the best chance for survival.
That didn't mean Ariadne was anywhere near giving up. No. She still planned on making it home, seeing Dominic and her parents again. To do that meant moving on to the next thing. Keeping herself busy. Picking up her ax, she stood, leaving the bloodied parachute and empty food bag where it was. She was about to say something to her partner when there was another beeping. Looking toward the sound, she saw another gift float over to Calem. It was an ax - that was easy to tell. It was life, to most people from District 7. Finally, someone watching had given him the weapon he was born to wield, and the one that saved her having to part with her own lifeline. "Someone out there is really rooting for you, Cal," she said. She hadn't meant to call him Cal, hadn't even called him that in her thoughts, but it had slipped out. The smile that came to her lips then was genuine. Part of it was because she had let a little bit of her natural impulse through, so it might mean she was past dwelling for the moment. Part of it was because it reminded her of calling him Callie when he was young, and of the playful conversation they had had back home before all of this had started. He might hate the nickname just as much as he hated Callie, and she might have to hit him if he called her Arnie in return, but it made her feel surprisingly better.
"I'm going to let you and your new friend get acquainted while I try and make myself useful." Ariadne walked back to where she had left the trap she was working on, which had been nearly finished before the fight. "Try to keep your introduction family friendly. Remember our viewers," she joked. Just letting her normal voice and words come back through was helping. She tied up the sticks of her unfinished trap with the copper coil Calem had given her. Her hands movedalong the familiar path she could still recall from training, eager to take on a more normal task than the one of cleaning of bloody ax. After setting the trap, she moved away to allow it time and space to work, hoping that things were still on their side.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 11:38:36 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
The day was almost over and no deaths. In fact, the game seemed to have slowed even more and instead of fighting, the tributes were allying together. The room went dark as she pulled into her mind. The fear of President Snow's voice was echoing in her mind. Yes, Seneca would have to pay for not providing the President with the fights that he had hoped for. But Siri would have to pay, too. She thought back to the previous game when President Snow gathered everyone into a room. And then forced the camera crew to stand against the wall. Then without even a flinch, ordered for Peacekeepers to execute them. The blood walls. The blood floors. She remembered how her shoes stuck to the floor as she walked. How, as soon as she got home, vomited into the toilet as her Avox helped her take off the sticky shoes and clothes splattered with blood. Nightmare after nightmare. Every night. Sometimes she'd still get those nightmares. The idea that she could be next made her shake.
But everyone was on the same wavelength. They were all thinking that same thing. The Gamemakers prepared their first traps.
The Forest. That's where most of the tributes where. Siri, looked down at her screen and typed in the codes, waiting for the rest of the team to accept them. Then, once the green light came on, she pressed the button. On the screen, she could see the island begin to move. It rumbled from beneath the island. Inside the volcano, the magma flowed violently. Then the island shook even harder.
The critters in the forest scattered, the birds flew quickly away from the trees and into the sky. Then the trackerjacker hives fell to the ground.
The volcano continued to shake. It was far from over. The magma began rise higher and higher towards the top of the volcano. Siri watched the tributes as chaos ensued in the arena from the trackerjackers' attacks. She wondered if they even knew what was about to happen...
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Watching Ariadne dig into her food reminded Calem just how hungry he was, his stomach even giving a timely rumble. How long had it been since he had last eaten? He knew that his last meal was the morning before the tributes were sent into the Arena, but he hadn't bothered to count the days since then, even though it hadn't been too many. His mind must have been distracted. But now that he was thinking about it, the hunger gnawing at his belly began to grow. He sat down a couple feet away from his partner and retrieved his share of food from his pack, glancing back and catching Ariadne watching him. He smiled at her and zipped the bag up, remembering the day of the Reaping when he had hesitated to return the gesture and smiled back a little too late.
The food was from the Capitol, so it tasted delicious and rich on his tongue. He tried to savor each bite and make it last, but he was just too hungry. However, Calem was still eating by the time Ariadne finished, picked up her axe, and stood up. He then heard a soft whirr. It steadily grew louder, notifying the pair of an approaching sponsor gift. Ariadne spoke, and he looked up just in time to see the gift land. It was too big to be contained in a box, so it just hung loosely. Abandoning his food, Calem jumped up and grabbed the present, holding it carefully like it was a child. Finally. Something he could use, something that could make him a threat. Something that actually gave him a chance at winning. He was about to take a practice swing with the new weapon when he remembered what Ariadne had said.
"Someone out there is really rooting for you, Cal."
No one had ever called him anything other than his real name before, not even Trevor. He didn't really mind it though, since Cal wasn't as bad as Callie, but he couldn't help wondering what made her want to call him by a... a nickname. Maybe it was just a thing friends do. She probably wasn't going to appreciate him saying "Arnie" in front of all of Panem; he didn't ever really intend to say that name anyway. Ariadne... Ariad... Aria... Ari! That name sounded innocent enough.
"You haven't done too bad yourself, Ari," he responded, a legitimate grin creeping onto his face, one that wasn't for show or the Capitol or anyone else. Calem laughed, beginning to walk out of the clearing they were in with axe in hand. "Alright. I'll try. No promises, though. We'll just go over here for some privacy. Calem moved deeper into the forest, and after casting a final glance back to make sure Ariadne was still within his vision, raised the axe to swing at a nearby tree. The blade bit into the wood, and he repeated the movements a few times. The motions felt familiar enough from all the years he had been doing them, but... he just felt empty going through them. There was no purpose to it other than to get acquainted with a weapon that might be used to kill people instead of cut trees.
There was more buzzing. Another gift already? No, this sounded like a different type of buzzing. Was there a beehive in the tree and Calem had accidentally disturbed it? No, it couldn't be that either. This was too loud, and he would have heard the noises earlier. He gazed up at the sky through a break in the leaves and saw them. Millions of tiny dots painted the sky gray, probably also being the source of the buzzing. Then a canon sounded. And another one. Calem didn't want to be the next.
"Ariadne!" he howled, taking off back towards the clearing. "ARIADNE, RUN!" He scooped up his bag as he came upon it--which luckily had already been packed before--but didn't have the time to swing it over his shoulders. "Mutts!"
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Summary: Haha, I tried to rush this a little bit so that Rebecca could post with Ari after, so there aren't as many thoughts and the like. xP Calem eats food, picks up axe, reaches nickname status, AND RUNS FOR HIS LIFE FROM THE MUTTS OMG. HP: 31/31 Equipped: Axe (+2) Inventory (10/10 items): Bow & 8 Arrows (+2), 6-inch knife (+1), 1 canteen of water, flashlight, 1 empty medicine/liquid vial, fishing line, medical kit (Good for +3 HP with cuts), cloth blanket, compass, golden spile WC: 692 trap
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 21:03:34 GMT -7
"I guess not," Ariadne responded with a shrug and a smile. Hearing "Ari" from someone who wasn't her parents or Dominic didn't feel strange or uncomfortable to Ariadne, oddly. It should have, since those three people had been her entire world before these Games. They had been the only ones that mattered. But somehow, coming from Calem Fox, the nickname was okay. She'd never told him people called her that, people she loved. He had come to it on his own when she, for whatever reason, called him something other than Calem or Callie. She still didn't completely understand why. The names felt familiar, like home so far away from where home really was. She couldn't think too much about what it meant to like the sweet boy who gave her flowers once well enough that he could call her that, but she let herself enjoy it. Ariadne even laughed at his response to her joking about his new present. Their playful banter and surprising familiarity was doing a lot to life her spirits.
After Ariadne had finished her trap, it wasn't long before a nice, fat squirrel found its way inside. It looked like that training was good for something at all. She had knelt down to kill the squirrel quickly and extract it from its trap when she felt the forest change. In a landscape so familiar to her, she could practically feel the forest's fear grow under her skin. Soft plops could be heard, and the squirrel in her snare suddenly became frantic to escape. A split second later she heard the buzzing, loud and angry. It seemed to come from everywhere, echoing among the trees and reflected in the frantic birds and other forest creatures.
"Calem!" Ariadne called out as her feet ran of their own accord, hearing her own name yelled back at her a split second later and the word "mutts". She swung her pack over her shoulders and took her ax in her hand again, barely slowing her run. A single nest of bees or wasps might have accidentally dropped on their own, and be a force to contend with, but it was easy to guess that this was no accident. And they probably weren't bees either, but those horribly evil trackerjackers. Mutts. The Game Makers, sitting pretty and far away from here, had gotten bored and were taking it out on the pair from District 7. She should have expected it as soon as she felt momentarily comfortable, maybe even a little happy.
But for now, Ariadne Emerson had to clear her mind and focus on getting away, on doing nothing more than outrunning the horrible beasts that were her gift from the Capitol.
Araidne tries to outrun death: u0J4ftKYtrap
HP: 26 Equipped: Ax (+2) Inventory: 1 canteen of water, copper coil, lighter, 6x6 ft. tarp, bungee cord, compass, glow stick (Good for use 1 Day), fishing net, pliers, cloth blanket WC: 457 Notes/Actions: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks. Here goes.trap
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 23:56:50 GMT -7
Ariadne ran. It was all she could do. She wasn't fully aware of anything. Not where she was going. Not the first sting, on her back through the suit. Or the second, below her left ear. She was aware of the fifth, on her left hand, because it made her drop the ax. Instinct drove her to reach down and grab it again, since it was her tether to survival, and the tiny pricks became more insistent. Each pinch demanded her attention, like the spoiled Capitol children demanded more. The girl turned as if to give the beasts what they wanted, and all she could see was black, and all she could hear was the buzzing. She was not going to give up, even as the panic started to set in. She was going to win and survive, because she had to. There were people counting on her to live, and she had so much left to do. Ariadne tore her backpack off, swatting at the angry horde. She beat at even the creatures on herself in an effort to get rid of the angry insects that attacked her skin. But they kept coming, more stubborn than even she was and more numerous than she could imagine. She backed into a tree, smashing the beasts on her back satisfactorily. It was only a small victory though. Moments later, her legs caved out from under her and she slid down along the bark. Still they came. Still they demanded more. Still she fought, until she could no longer feel the stings. Then she couldn't feel her limbs. They didn't respond to her anymore. All she could feel was bark. Rough and scratchy. All she could smell was that thick, woody scent that was home. It surrounded her, engulfed her in an embrace not unlike her father's. When she looked up, she saw his face. Her father rubbed his scratchy beard on her cheek, and she giggled. His arms held her tight and she was small, safe and happy in his lap. One of her legs was bandaged and her skin was mottled with bruises. "Nothing ever comes easy, and nothing ever should," he was telling her. "You have to work for it. "I will, Daddy," she promised in a child's voice. He continued to speak and she listened eagerly, soothed by the deep familiarity of his voice. Her mother sat beside them on the log, humming and knitting something blue. It was such a bright, clean blue compared to the natural colors of the forest. She had never seen her mother knit before, and was curious. "We have to get ready," her mother said. "For what, Mother?" Ariadne asked. "For your brother," her mother said, a smile on her face. Harley Emerson looked down at her full belly, running a hand lovingly along it. "He'll be here when you're gone. We're going to call him Calem.""Calem!" Ariadne yelled, jerking upright. A brown-haired boy with a stick and a flower darted away from them. She scooted off her father's lap, rushing after the boy. "Calem! Cal! Callieeeee!" He kept running and she kept chasing after him. But he broke out past the tree line and she hesitated. Her father was next to her again, and they both watched the boy run off. Cypress handed his daughter an ax. "Stay in the forest, Ari," he said, and smiled at her. She took the familiar tool in her hands and she knew then that she couldn't leave. She turned and swung at a tree. Again and again, she swung, but the bark that flew off was red and splattered her face. The tree fell, and lying at her feet was the blonde boy she had killed. He was surrounded in his own blood. Calem's flower fell next to her feet from nowhere, it's innocent pink stained dark red in the pool around the boy whose name she had never known. Ariadne staggered back away from the scene, and warm arms surrounded her. "It's time to leave the forest, Ari," he said, and she turned to face Dominic. Ariadne stepped back and hit him. He countered just as fast, and they fell into the familiar rhythm of their sparring. She pushed him back into something solid, and he turned quickly to pin her there with her arms above her head. She kissed him then, with all that he meant to her fueling the kiss. When she pulled back, she saw that they were in the Capitol now. Only, it wasn't the beautiful, artificial gem she had seen once. Now, it was gray and broken, chunks of brightly colored rubble interspersed with remnants of the people who once lived here. Beyond, she could barely see a vast group of people, dressed in plain clothes, coming toward the rubble. The scene was both horrible and invigorating. "It's over," Dominic told her, releasing her hands, and in that moment she understood. They had won, and she had been there to see it and make it happen. They had changed it all together. A little boy ran up to them, and she reached down to pick him up on impulse. His hair was wavy and a soft, chocolate brown, but his eyes were a familiar bright grey-blue. The boy grinned and clung to her, resting his tiny head on her shoulder. Dominic stepped closer and took her hand, and for a brief moment there was silence. "I just wish I could have done something to prevent this," Dominic said. "I love you too Ari." And that stopped her, because those words belonged somewhere else. Some time else. "Prevent what?" she asked, but then she looked down. The boy in her arms erupted into a horde of tracker jackers. Painful stings bit into her flesh again and again. She screamed, but no matter how long or loud, no one can hear her. Ariadne was alone, and she was going to die. At 18, so close to freedom and a life she had come to love with people she would gladly die for, she was going to die for the Capitol's entertainment. People would watch her die from their screens far away. Some might cry, but many would cheer or laugh. They enjoyed these deaths, or else were simply happy not to die in her place. She might be talked about tomorrow as the fiery girl from District 7, and how tragic her death but at least the boy's still alive. Won't there be some fun left to have? There are still tributes Who will be our victor win it this year? Who will we fawn over and celebrate until the names are pulled for the next Games? Will those Games be soon? Will my name be called next year? Will they take my brother? My sister? My son? My daughter? "Stay in the forest, Ari." came her father's voice. The last thing Ariadne Emerson felt, smelled and saw was the rough, fragrant brown of the tree bark. WC: 1168 Notes: Oooooh goodness. I knew somewhere inside that Ariadne was going to die, that she had to, but it was still so painful. I didn't think it would be like this, had hoped she would die in a fight, but at least she died fighting. First off, thank you to everyone on this site for being awesome, and being a community I feel totally welcome in. I love that at the end of a long day, I can come here and be surrounded by friends. I can read everyone's AMAZING writing and get involved in characters and people's lives. It's pretty great. Thank you to Eileen and Dominic, for giving Ariadne the love and meaning to her life that she was missing and craving so desperately. It was in their relationship that I learned most of the things about her, and it was phenomenal to plot and play out. I'm definitely rooting for Dominic's Rebellion. Thank you to Legit and Calem, for being Ariadne's friend and my 73.1 HG plotting buddy. Calem has to win now for D7, the surviving half of the Happy Tree Friends power team. Thank you to Sydney and Johanna, for being absolutely awful to Ariadne but challenging her character. You still supported her, as best that ray of sunshine Jo can, in the end. Thank you to everyone else who supported, rooted for, or just enjoyed reading Ariadne's posts during her life in Panem. I hope you enjoyed her, at least in part, as much as I did.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 11:48:27 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
@ariadne A parachute drops to the ground where would-be-owner once lay.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 22:25:43 GMT -7
He didn't know in what direction he was running, he just ran. Ran away from the trackerjackers, ran away from the Capitol, and ran from death. He waited for the first stingers to embed into his skin, but none came. Calem slowed down his sprint a bit. Buzzing echoed throughout the forest, but it did not seem to be directly behind him. He slowed down to a quick jog. Hopefully Ariadne would catch up soon and the trackerjackers would leave them alone. His legs moved even slower. The buzzing reduced to a soft hum, and then completely disappeared moments later. Calem finally stopped, putting his hands on his knees and pausing to catch his breath. "Close, weren't we?" he asked, panting and turning around. No Ariadne. "Ariadne? Ariadne!" he called into the trees. Maybe she had ran a different way than him. But still, there was no response. Calem began retracing his path through the forest, calling out his ally's name every few steps. His pace grew more hurried when there were still no answer. His face contorted into a worried frown. Could she have gotten caught? No, she was too fast and strong, and she couldn't go out that way. But what if she had tripped?
Calem's distressed thoughts were interrupted by more buzzing, stopping him dead in his tracks. He listened attentively--not even daring to move a muscle--to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from. From up ahead, it seemed. But the buzzing ceased almost as quickly as it had started. More trackerjackers? Or maybe it was a sponsor gift. If it was a gift, then that surely meant Ariadne was alive! "Ariadne!" Calem yelled, crashing through the woods and throwing caution to the wind.
What he saw was far from what he ever wanted or expected.
"No..."
A body. A body leaned up against a tree. Ariadne's body. Ariadne's body covered in giant, dark lumps with the deleterious stingers implanted in each one.
"No..."
Calem dropped to his knees beside Ariadne--his District partner, his ally, and his friend. It couldn't be possible. She was...was just sleeping. He couldn't blame her, with all the pain that she must be in. Tentatively reaching out, he grasped her hand and rubbed his thumb along her fingers. Soft, delicate, and ice cold. But he still waited for her to open her eyes, even though he knew deep down that she never would again--at least not in this world. Yet, he remained holding her hand and rubbing it, careful to not touch any of the stings despite the fact that she could no longer feel any pain. "I'm so sorry..." Calem whispered quietly, "I should have came back. To check that you were okay. But I didn't. I was selfish and ran." The very thing he hated most--when people were unloyal--he had done himself. He had abandoned her to die alone, and he hated himself for it. He didn't didn't deserve to win the Games after what his foolishness had caused.
But he was going to. For Ariadne. To honor her, and return home to see Trevor again, and personally apologize to Cypress for his dire mistake.
Calem's voice grew louder and stronger as he grew more determined and resolved. "But I won't run again. I will be dauntless and win this for District 7. We didn't make it this far for me to just give up. You did not die for nothing. I promise." Calem gave a final squeeze to her hand and laid it gently it on her stomach. He looked away from her body, and the first thing he saw was a bright pink flower. The same type of flower that he had given to her all those years ago when they were children. Plucking it from the ground, Calem pinched off the roots and tucked the flower into Ariadne's hair so that it wouldn't fall out when the machine came to take her body. I'm sorry...but you don't have to accept my apology this time.
Calem got up sluggishly, his feet feeling like weights. He picked up his sponsored axe and began to walk away, but then remembered that Ariadne had also carried a pack. His eyes scanned the surrounding area. They fell on her bag and axe a few moments later. Taking off his own pack, Calem began to shuffle through his items and decide which ones could go and which he needed to keep. He needed to keep his axe, water canteen, spile, and medical kit. Probably also smart to keep the bow for hunting, blanket, flashlight, and compass. That left the medicine vial from the sponsor, fishing line, and knife to possibly ditch. Sifting through Ariadne's bag, Calem decided to take the lighter, extra water canteen, and tarp in case the Gamemakers decided to send another storm. But Ariadne's axe... He had his own so he didn't need it, but he didn't want to leave it for someone else to find and use. And if he sent her out with it, well, maybe it could be... Calem really did know what it could be, but it at least made him feel a little better. Calem grabbed the other axe and hooked it to the outside of Ariadne's bag and piled all of the unwanted things inside. Scooting back over to her body, he gently lifted her arms and slid the backpack onto her shoulders, leaving her in the same position as he had the first time.
That's when Calem saw the parachute. Ariadne had been sponsored something right as she died. It only made him feel worse. He stretched out his hand to grab the package and open it. There was a small plastic object with some kind of liquid inside, along with a note that simply read: "Attach to weapon." Calem did as he was told and fixed the plastic to the handle of his axe, a small button that was most likely meant to be squeezed protruding out. He wasn't really sure what it did, but if he needed to attach it to a weapon, it was probably meant to inflict more damage.
He stood up once again and cast a final sorrowful gaze at the girl's body. "A lot of people were really rooting for you, Ari," Calem murmured. Including me. He forced himself to turn and begin walking. The trees closed the distance between them, obscuring his view if he was to look back. He could hear the hovercraft coming to pick up the body, but there were going to be more soon. Four more, to be exact. These Games were going to end.
Summary: =c Mourns. Ditches his fishing line, knife, and empty medicine vial from the HP potion. Picks up 1 canteen, lighter, tarp, and the poison attachment (and attaches it to his axe). Leaves his unwanted supplies, the things from Ariadne's bag, and her axe with her body to be taken away from the Arena. HP: 31/31 Equipped: Axe (+2) (+4 from poison attachment when squeezed) Inventory (10/10 items): Bow & 8 Arrows (+2), 2 canteens of water, lighter, 6x6 ft. tarp, medical kit (Good for +3 HP with cuts), cloth blanket, flashlight, compass, golden spile WC: 1136
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 16:24:28 GMT -7
Calem just walked. Like before when he ran from the trackerjackers, he did not know in what direction he walked. But this time, he did know that Ariadne wouldn't be following. He felt hollow inside; but in the very pit of him, there was a flame. A spark so tiny that one couldn't be sure whether the wind would blow it out or if they could coax it into a roaring fire. In due time, though, it would grow and as long as Calem lived, it would not be extinguished. He would never stop feeling horrible or responsible for her death. Yet his ally's death was not only his and the Gamemaker's faults. The other tributes were also to blame, defamed in his mind. If they had not died sooner, then the Gamemakers wouldn't have sent the trap to kill Ariadne. He was going to make sure they knew that, too. Another trap was not going to be unleashed upon them.
But Calem couldn't set his plan into action without basic resources. He was okay with water with having the spile--a gift also that had been intended for Ariadne--and two canteens. Food was another thing. The only food he'd eaten in the arena was from a sponsor gift, but he couldn't depend solely on sponsors. They could get bored of him at any moment. Ariadne had taken the trapping class during training... Wait, hadn't Ari been working on a trap before the trackerjackers were released? If Calem went back, there might be an animal caught in it. He was in an unfamiliar part of the forest, but if he retraced his steps, he should be able to find the way back.
Calem made sure to skirt the area where he had found Ariadne's body. Even though she wasn't there anymore, the memory haunted the place. He didn't want to be in this section of the forest anymore, really. Once he found the trap, he planned to move on to a different place. As he walked, he took out his canteen and finished off the water. Staying hydrated was super important, and the beginning days without any food or water were starting to take its toll on his body. The water trickling down his throat felt refreshing and invigorating, lifting his spirits a little bit. He could win this. He had to.
Finally, the clearing came into view. Calem knew it was the one because of two parachutes lying on the ground--one clean and one bloodied. The blonde boy's blood had dried and stained the soil, but his body was gone. A hovercraft must have come to collect it during or after the trackerjacker storm. A trap with a dead squirrel was tucked away under some brush, the animal probably having died when it struggled against the jaws of the trap. Calem kneeled down beside the small body and released it from the trap. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his knife to skin it and...felt nothing. Oh, right, I left it with Ariadne. It was out of the Arena already, so Calem would have to settle for using his gigantic axe blade to skin this tiny creature. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, Calem set to work and after a while, the squirrel was cleaned and ready to cook.
Glancing back at the trap, an idea popped into Calem's mind. He didn't know how to make traps, but maybe he could try to reset Ariadne's and catch something? It was the best thing he could think of at the moment, so he did it. Even though he didn't exactly know how traps worked, he could guess that he needed to move away for an animal to come and walk into it. If he had set it correctly. Calem picked up his supplies and moved a little deeper into the forest. What could he do to pass the time? Hmm... Maybe I can cook the squirrel. I don't really care if anyone finds me now, he thought, grabbing pieces of wood and branches form nearby and piling them in a small circle. The lighter taken from Ari's bag at least came in handy to easily start the flames. As the fire grew, Calem realized that he couldn't just throw the squirrel into it or else it would become charred. He searched around, found two long sticks, and stuck them into the ground on opposite sides of the fire. Now he just needed something to suspend the squirrel above the fire; that fishing line would've come in handy right about now. He sighed again, growing more frustrated with himself. He seemed to have chosen all the wrong things to get red of. Just then, he spotted green vines dangling from one of the trees above him. Reaching out and cutting the vines down with his axe, Calem used them to tie the squirrel to each of the sticks and left it alone to roast.
Sitting down and leaning against a trunk, Calem watched the flames lick at the squirrel. He held his axe tightly with both hands, ready to defend himself in case any person or predator appeared. His heart ached with sadness and loneliness, but all the cameras could see was his expressionless face. How did the other tributes manage without allies? Without human contact or someone to keep them sane? How was he going to manage now?
Roll for catching something in Ari's trap: bkyQY3QE3skill
Summary: Calem is still sad, remembers that Ari was trapping stuff and went back to get it, tried to reset her trap to hopefully catch something, starts a fire to cook a squirrel, and the loneliness starts to set in. HP: 31/31 Equipped: Axe (+2) Inventory (10/10 items): Bow & 8 Arrows (+2), 1 canteen of water, 1 empty canteen, lighter, 6x6 ft. tarp, medical kit (Good for +3 HP with cuts), cloth blanket, flashlight, compass, golden spile (He is not holding the squirrel so I'm hoping that doesn't count? Hehe cx) WC: 9073skill
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 2:31:47 GMT -7
Why do you even bother? Reko had barely escaped harm in the tremors that shook the arena. He knew it had to have been deadly, or else the Gamemakers wouldn't have even bothered. He had gotten up from where he had fallen and stayed firmly planted on the ground rather than hurt himself further. As the it seemed to calm the young man got up, starting to immediately make his way further into the forest. He was a tough guy, and how he hated to admit it, but oh how scared he was of venturing into this forest alone. There was always the plan to have allies. A whole group of them that he could trust until the final days. To have a Cornucopia to go back to after hunting through the day for other tributes. That was his plan. His dream from when he was much younger that it would go just perfectly that way. As it had for many in the past. But this wasn't that way. This wasn't his dream. That in itself was driving him mad, and the quiet that fell over the forest around him wasn't helping. He was alone with his thoughts and that was eating at him like crazy.
Of course it wasn't too long before the slight smell of smoke in the air caught his attention. Well it didn't feel like too long anyways. The tall career wasn't too eager to find someone right off. To possibly get in a fight with one of the stronger tributes alone and in such a state as he was... he suddenly had doubts. Doubts weren't good. Doubts weren't healthy for the young man, who had spent all of his life with confidence that could have been split between several people and still been a healthy amount. It was distressing to be losing that after so long but he couldn't help it. Training for the Games and being in the Games were two completely different things. Especially where his trained scenarios included loyal allies and wonderful supplies. He needed an ally, and he needed a strong one. But any one would do. The adorable kid from ten who he was surprised to not have seen on the fallen list could have been useful. People liked the adorable ones. A couple of the tougher boys could be worth his time, Seven or Eight could have been useful. If Eight wasn't so occupied with his girl. Who Reko was unaware had died. He wasn't sure who he was hoping was up ahead but it had to be someone. If it had been a forest fire it would smell stronger, right?
Reko was quiet, shifting his sword between his red stained hands in some nerves he hadn't previously felt. He tried to be quiet as he moved through the brush, but he was a large young man and a few cracked twigs under his feet were unavoidable. They sounded louder than he'd imagined such things could and he was sure that he'd be heard. But he saw the slight glow of the flames and that was enough that he actually stopped moving. Quietly his grey-blue eyes searched the clearing, landing on the fire first, and the squirrel, before his gaze moved to the other tribute sitting against a tree. With an axe, as he so quickly noticed. Glad he wasn't right next to the other young man, rather across the clearing, and hoping the other wasn't good at throwing axes, Reko took a deep breath. Here went nothing. He could either fight here or find a new strategy. Either way it would get him a result that wandering aimlessly would not.
"Hey, you're from Seven right?" The first, and quite dumb, question to his mind came out as he stepped into the clearing. He could have said anything else. Anything. But no he had to ask what district the boy was from. Of course he was from Seven, if the axe itself didn't say that. How dumb Reko must have sounded and he was beating himself up for it already. "Nasty earthquakes there eh? Guess they got bored of us. Needed to.. shake things up a bit?" He gave a slight shrug and attempt at a light laugh, still holding tightly onto his sword although he held it at his side rather than being immediately ready to attack. He was sure he could be fast enough if the boy came at him but he didn't want to show up immediately threatening. His attempt at a smile was fake and hardly helped by the slight bit of splatter on his face, but he was trying. He needed an ally, and this kid was his best bet. At least he knew how to get a fire going anyways.
HP: 30/30 Hand-To-Hand: 2 Agility: 8 Detection: 3 Survival: Overall- 1 Skilled Weapons: Throwing Knives- 6 // Swords- 6 Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Range- 1 Special Skills: None Kills:District 12 Male District 9 Male District 2 Female District 1 ESMERALDA GARNET District 4 SEASRAI DURRAIN Inventory:Picked up the bag with the throwing knives which included: 1. 5 throwing knives (+1) 2. 1 Empty Canteen 3. 1 Empty Food Bag 4. Fishing Net 5. Cloth Blanket 6. Compass 7. 1 Unit of Food 8. 2 Units of Water 9. 5" Knife (+1) Equipped Weapons: Sword (+2) Notes: Approaches Calem, makes awkward small talk about bored Gamemakers. Is kind of lost and losing confidence. Somebody is bad at talking to people, and sneaking.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 8:30:54 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
@reko Choice of Any Weapon (has +7 damage) Note: "Don't be an idiot"
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SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
@legit Full Body armor -4 Damage Taken (This armor does not have pockets, so if you have something in your pockets, put it in your bag. Bc of lack of pockets, make sure you don't try to do things last minute while you're fighting, ie take a health potion, because you can't. You'll have to dig through your backpack, which will not be possible during a fight unless you want to give up an attack roll in exchange for rummaging through your bag.)
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