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Post by Eileen on Nov 14, 2014 10:33:57 GMT -7
All of the tributes were lined around in a circle at the mouth of the volcano. In front of them is a metal-like bridge that is mostly fire and heat resistant, these metals cannot be cut down or melted from the heat. HOWEVER, if the volcano happens to errupt, the heat from the lava will melt EVERYTHING- bridge, platform, and cornucopia, along with anything or anyone standing on them. Behind them is a vast landscape of empty nothings, the ground covered in dried up magma. Beyond that, the tributes can see a forest, and beyond the forest, the beach and ocean. It is clear to the tributes that they are in a circular shaped island. The bridge is warm to the touch. Towards the center of the volcano is a circular platform suspended from all sides. In the middle is a metal cornucopia made of the same material as the bridge. Within the cornucopia are items listed below: Cornucopia 6 Units of Water 6 Units of Food 1 sword (+2) 1 ax (+2) 1 spear (+2) 1 trident (+2) 1 bow with 8 arrows (+2) (2) 5" knives (+1) 5 throwing knives (+1) Scattered around the Cornucopia are other items listed below. (Note: you may only acquire the items in the Cornucopia if you or your allied group takes charge of it. In other words, you're the last one standing.) In character, your tribute will state which bag they go for. If your tribute does NOT, that post will NOT COUNT!
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Sword (+2) (Visible) Cloth Blanket 1 Empty Canteen Fishing Line Box of (12) Matches Bandage Wrap (Good for +3 with fractures & sprains)
Ax (+2) (Visible) Lighter 6x6 Ft. Tarp Bungee Cord Compass Flashlight
Bow & 8 Arrows (+2) (Visible) Glow Stick (Good for use 1 Day) Fishing Net Pliers 2 Empty Canteens Cloth Blanket
Spear (+2) (Visible) Duct Tape Splints Lighter 1 Empty Canteen 1 Empty Food bag
Machete (+2) (Visible) Watch Flash light Rope Fishing Line 6x6 Ft. Tarp
5 throwing knives (+1) (Visible) 1 Empty Canteen 1 Empty Food Bag Fishing Net Cloth Blanket Compass
#1 Fishing net Bungee Cord 6 inch knife (+1) 1 Empty Canteen 1 Empty food bag Splint
#2 10 Ft Copper Coil 6 inch knife (+1) Fishing Line Medical Kit (Good for +3 HP with cuts) Cloth Blanket Compass
#3 Medical Kit (Good for +3 HP with cuts) Glow Stick (Good for use 1 Day) 2 Empty Canteens 2 Empty Food bag Bandage Wrap (Good for +3 with fractures & sprains) Fishing Line The announcer's voice rang in the air as the magma beneath grumbled restlessly. "The countdown will begin. Stepping off your platform before the sound of the canon will cause your bridge to collapse and you will fall to your death. May the odds be ever in your favor. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." *Canon Boom*
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Black under armor type shirt underneath. The top part of the one piece suit can be unzipped and pulled off if you get too hot, tie the arms around the waist to keep the suit from falling. Only underwear for bottoms. This one piece suit hugs the wearer's body. It is water resistant, but not fire resistant. It will not protect you from any kind of weapon attack, or hand to hand combat attack. The black boots that come with this reaches just above the ankles and the SOLES are fire resistant, able to withstand the highest temperatures, the rest of the boots- not so much.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 14:44:19 GMT -7
It was game time for Basil. Now was the time to take the other tributes and stomp them to dust. Obviously she was going to hide but that wouldn't work for the whole time. Eventually they'd send them together for the final countdown right? She didn't know.
Though she shouldn't be worrying about that now of all times. She was standing in the launch room and preparing herself and body for the games. Her outfit.. What could she say about it? The girl had to admit they looked pretty snazzy. As she thought about it, her mind went to some kind of volcanic island. It may be correct but she didn't really know. The monotone voice had rung through her room. 'Ten seconds.' She was ready. Now was the time to show them the real her.
Stepping into the tube, she immediately regretted it. Really she did. Assuming that right after the door closed and they started rising- she was probably the last one to step in. Basil didn't really know, though. As she rose, her hand was immediately at her face fanning herself. The arena was definitely somewhere with burning temperatures for sure. A light blinded her as she was welcomed to the outside world- and that outside world was the arena.
Burning, bubbling, heat. All of this was all she could see. There was lava almost everywhere. Her time to find her senses and get her escape plan was now. No-time later. Looking around it seemed she was right. It was indeed a volcanic island, which was probably a death wish for poor old Basil. Finally, she focused her eyes onto the cornucopia. Each tribute had a bridge leading towards the cornucopia over the boiling lava. Seemed to be metal. It scared her a lot, she was clumsy to the point she might fall off. She knew she would have to live.
As Basil focused on the items surrounding the cornucopia her eyes rested on the perfect bag for her. Perfect. Hers. It was going to be hers. She knew it. It would have to be. The clock ticked down slowly, yet quickly. Almost teasing her saying that she would die and this was her time to give up. Hah. Basil knew better. She could win this b*tch. Basil could win it all. A evil smile had spread across her face by this time, she probably looked insane.
Gong.
She ran. Ran like there was no tommorrow to her bag. The bag that would obviously be hers.
[Bag 1- Edited by Eileen]
HP: 20 Hand-To-Hand: 0 Agility: 8 Detection: 9 Survival: Overall- 1 Skilled Weapons: (Non-Throwing) Knives- 3 Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Range- 1 Special Skills: None
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 14:54:08 GMT -7
Esmeralda had risen feeling strangely spirited considering she was heading into an unknown arena and towards her possible death. She hadn't spoken to her district mate since their arrival so she wasn't sure if they were allying or not but at the end of the day she really didn't care one bit. She knew that Reko and herself were going to meet up and be at least 1/3 of the career pack. She let the stylists dress her in a god damn awful looking suit and a pair of black boots that made her feet feel warm after just minutes of having them on.
She took a deep breath as she was shown to the tube and told to wait inside to be risen up into the arena.
It wasn't long till the platform began to rise and after just moments she had risen onto her pedistal and the heat was already so intense. She fanned herself a little before bracing herself for the countdown, taking a look around the area to see what weapons and bags were available. Suddenly the countdown began and she readied herself. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 GO GO GO
As soon as the countdown finished she was off the pedestal like a whippet and racing towards the bag that had a nice looking sword sitting on top of it. Before she could get there however a small girl from one of the lower districts ran into her and sent her tumbling to the ground. She wasn’t impressed and it could be seen on her glowering features as she looked at the girl. The girl began screaming at her and after just a few seconds Esme had finally had enough. ”Oh just shut up will you!” Esme said and lunged at the girl, pinning her down onto the floor and covering her mouth and squeezing her nose shut and sitting on top of her so she couldn’t put up any resistance.
Esme sat there as the girl began to start going blue and her limbs were starting to jerk and after several minutes the small girl twitched one more time and the canon to announce a death sounded. Esme got up and looked for the bag she had spotted before and without a second thought she began to run towards it again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HP: 25 Hand-To-Hand: 2 Agility: 10 Detection: 2 Survival: Overall- 1 Skilled Weapons: Throwing Knives- 6 // Swords- 6 Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Range- 1 Special Skills: None
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 15:23:57 GMT -7
Cameron's head hurt. Like, really bad. The fact that he was practically going to melt from this burning hot arena didn't make it any better. He's grown the tension to get a headache whenever he was sick or worried. The boy didn't have anything to say- but had his game plan set and ready. People were probably thinking him being the mentally sick one that'll probably die within the first few days cause he's not gonna have any medicine. Ha. They were wrong. He honestly didn't care about the other tributes. All Cameron cared about was his ally and winning this shit.
His outfit was decent, the boy was pretty sure almost anyone in a ten-mile radius could see the outline of his junk in the trunk. Though he didn't mind. He'd need to take a piss someday or sometime soon anyway. As he looked at the cornucopia he saw his target item. A spear. The spear was the only thing he'd know how to use. So, he had decided that this was his precious item. And right underneath it, was a bag.
The clock ticked down, slowly yet gradually. Getting into a running position so he could get the best start possible. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Gong. He ran, just ran straight forward to his prized possession. His head still hurt but he didn't really matter. There was another boy coming at his bag. A career it seemed, from what- one? He thought so. Before even thinking about getting the spear Cameron pushed the career down. Smiling deviously, he spoke. "So long, sucker." Lifting his foot, he stomped his heel on the boys temple. His body went completely limp. Ha. Cameron didn't feel bad. Turning back to his main target he ran. That spear was his. Nobody else's
HP: 23 Hand-To-Hand: 0 Agility: 5 Detection: 2 Survival: Overall- 5 // Hunting- 5 // Fishing- 6 Skilled Weapons: Spear- 3 Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Ranged-1 Special Skills: None
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 15:44:26 GMT -7
Harrison had to admit, he did not see this one coming. He was told to put on an all grey, black, and white suit with black boots. The worst thing was it made him look like an astronaut with no helmet. Rolling his eyes, he didn't look at his stylist, Lukia, anymore. If she forced him into a shitty outfit like that, she was never someone to be trusted. It made him look quite similar to the peace keepers he saw whenever he walked around District Eight. But that was over, he was in the big leagues now, something the Peace Keepers couldn't handle. He was rising up onto the pedestal of doom. The opening he walked in was quickly shut with a see-through glass door. Everything was silent.
The teen cracked his neck, smiling. He had made a few friends, people that would hopefully have his back if he got into trouble. Odds were he would, but maybe if he had people to help him then he could get out of it. The floor seemed to rise, and he arose with it. Breathing quietly but heavily, he was trying to figure out some kind of game plan. What he could do, where he would go. Of course, he'd have to wait and see if he could actually go anywhere. There were chances of it being an enclosed area with no escape. A fight to the death. Maybe the Capitol didn't think of that one yet.
He was on the pedestal, able to see his surroundings. His first reaction was heat. Twenty-three other people stood by him, all ready to run across a bridge. He looked around, seeing some kind of red stuff, but he didn't exactly make out what it was at first. The countdown started..
10.. This'll be easy, Harrison.. 9.. Look over there, Raya's fine. You'll meet up again someday.. 8.. Hey, there's that kid I met.. what was his name.. Matthias? 7.. He'll help.. 6.. All those other people.. iduno 'em. 5.. Just run in, get what ya'want, and run out He saw a bigger knife shaped item delicately placed ahead of him with a bag attached to its side.. or was the weapon attached to the bag? 4.. Go for that axey thing.. He looked at a bag with an ax, the weapon he learned how to use previously. There were quite a few people he saw in training with them, so that might not be the best idea.. Just go for the big knife, its not exactly a weapon of choice for many people.. 3.. I can do this.. 2.. He's dead now, and all I have to worry about is my own well bein', and that little kid from ten's, and Raya's. That's it, Martial. That's all you have to worry 'bout 1.. Most importantly, don't.. look..
BANG
Thank Panem that he couldn't finish his thoughts as the gong rang, signalling the tributes could run. That is exactly what Harrison did. He ran on the bridge, making sure not to slip or lose his footing. Almost immediately he heard a bang and screams. There was a girl, probably a vicious career, sitting on a tribute which would be a dead corpse. Don't be like her.. just keep going! he thought, charging to the bag with the machete.
"Watch your step!" he exclaimed with happiness, zipping past one of the boys from the lower districts like Harrison. He continued to taunt as he ran. "Don't look down, now, kiddo!"
Word Count: 588 Actions: Went towards bag with Machete visible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stats: @rayasavior HP: 23 Hand-To-Hand: 0 Agility: 5 Detection: 7 Survival: Overall- 1 Skilled Weapons: Ax- 3 Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Range- 1 Special Skills: None
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 17:11:21 GMT -7
Reko had woken up that morning bright and early with a smile to his face. Today was the day. The day where he would get to finally show what he had spent his whole life working for. He got ready into the provided outfit, curious what it meant for the arena above. It was definitely made for something specific, but it was warm almost as soon as he put it on. The young man looked and gave a nod to his stylist, then simply stepped into the tube as they were given a timer. He wasn't going to pause to speak to the stylist, he wasn't concerned with the man. The career stepped in, curiously looking around and upward as if he would actually see anything up there.
The platform began to move, which did admittedly startle Reko at first after the stillness of waiting for the countdown. The young man recovered quickly though, looking up and just waiting for what he would see. The heat was already getting to him by the time he'd reached the top but he tried his hardest not to show it. Quickly looking around himself he could see why it had felt so warm. The heat and the sound from the magma below put him on edge. He'd expected something new than any of the games he had watched, but this one caught him by surprise. He looked between the other tributes he could see momentarily, but then to the assortment of items laying around the cornucopia. The heat and the volcano would make taking it and staying there a difficult thing, but that was still the plan for the moment. His gaze searched the bags for something he could use, seeing a sword but knowing his ally from District One would go for it. There was bound to be another once they got inside. And they would.
The countdown began and Reko readied himself for his dash to the weapons, he had to be there quick and he had to hold his ground. That was how this would work, that's how it needed to work. The young man waited anxiously, catching sight of some nicely laid out throwing knives that seemed just perfect for his preference. Not quite as effective as a heavy sword but the distance they could be thrown was good. Less chance of harm to himself. The canon fired and Reko launched himself from his pedestal, running along the bridge and toward the items that were laid out. He almost got to what he wanted too, but the small boy from twelve ran in front of him and caught his attention from the bag and knives. "Where do you think you're going?!" He snapped and grabbed onto the boy from twelve before he could get out of arms reach. The boy squealed, dropping what he had grabbed as Reko yanked him off balance to throw him to the ground. Kneeling over the boy Reko smirked, and as the boy tried to get up Reko grabbed him again. He held him with his arm around his neck for a moment, whispering something mockingly before he snapped the boy's head to the side. He let the boy fall and listened for the satisfying sound of the cannon before he looked around himself.
Seeing his things still there, and a couple of lower tributes managing to acquire weapons. Annoyed that the boy from twelve had distracted him so easily, he again started for his knives so he could get to doing some real damage.
HP: 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 Notes: Went for the bag with the throwing knives, killed District 12 male. Loved every second of it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 22:28:11 GMT -7
Seasrai Durrain was ready. She'd woken up with a refreshing full night's sleep and had eaten her fill of a complete breakfast. Her plan had been simple. Beings they were Careers, the Games were going to be simple as long as the other Career district tributes played along like they usually did every year. Seasrai's mentor was already working for them behind the scenes and the two District 4 Tributes started on their way to the arena. Naturally, she was nervous and slightly scared of the unknown but she knew once the action came, all that would be on her mind was survival.
Already in her outfit, she thought that it really wouldn't protect much against the elements but as a Career, that honestly didn't matter one bit. Unless the Gamemakers decided to mix things up a bit. She gave a final nod to her Stylist as she stepped into the circle that would lift her into the arena. Seasrai was already looking up before it even began to move. The sunlight blinded her for just a few seconds before her eyes quickly adjusted to take in the scene before her. She could see the Cornucopia. Her eyes searched, barely even registering the countdown. There! There it is... That's MINE! The tribute thought possessively as she caught sight of the trident right in the middle of the Cornucopia. The fact that they all were in the middle of a volcano really hadn't had time to register with Seasrai quite yet. At the moment, it didn't even really matter either.
But first, she had to grab a bag, just in case things went south with the other Careers and she didn't have time to get her Trident. She looked around her at the bags as the countdown said 20 seconds left before the canon would sound. Again, pretty soon, she saw the bag that she thought would be wonderful for her. It was Bag #1 and it had a bungee cord. Perfect.
Just as that moment, the Canon sounded and Seasrai was off as fast as she could towards that bag. Though someone was also going for it. It was the Tribute from District 5 she thought. Should be easy to take you out... That bag was going to be hers, even if she had to kill that girl. You never got out of the Games anyway unless you were willing to kill.
HP: 25 Hand-To-Hand: 2 Agility: 2 Detection: 0 Survival: Overall- 3 // Fishing- 10 Skilled Weapons: None Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Range- 1 Special Skills: None
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 7:24:39 GMT -7
As she pulled her attention towards her surroundings, it seemed the girl from four was willing to go to her bag. Oh shit, oh shit. Yep not going there. The tribute thought to herself as she froze. She literally and actually froze. Basil pried herself to start moving again- and towards the girl. That was enough to change Basil's mind for her, really. Obviously in Basil's case, she wouldn't risk fighting this early into the games. Why? Because if she survived- she'd practically bleed to death afterward. That and the fact the careers would hunt her ass down if she ever did kill Seasrai. Though, she knew that this was her bag. And her bag she would get.
The girl charged, not really charged but she ran towards the career with fists ready. She knew that if Basil would kick this chick's ass hard enough, the other careers would come after her. She didn't care if she died. All she wanted was to kill at least one career, one. It was annoying how they won all the time, and she wanted to change that. She swung. 5YFLhyb80hand
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 12:14:51 GMT -7
Calix stared at the tube before stepping inside it contents. As he looked down at the weird jump suit he was wearing the count down began in his ears in an echoed tone. When the count down reached zero the tube zoomed upward toward the surface. On the way up the blond closed his eyes. Upon feeling the hot light on his eyelids he opened his eyes to scan the area before him. As some air escape his lips he looked to the sky as the counter counted down. After staring at the counter for a few more moments he looked back at the stuff scattering the area before the tributes. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 The counter's voice sounded before the gun went off the to sound the start of the games. Calix bit his lip a little as his eyes darted around. Upon spotting a bag with visible sword sticking out he deiced that going for it was his best bet. It was close to him so, he figured that there would be less conflict. Plus he didn't see anyone else heading for it. So, in a mad dash he headed for the bag with the sword sticking out of the top of it. That bag was his and he wanted it bad so, he picked up speed a little. ------ HP: 20/20 (Edit) Inventory: n/a Notes: Good luck everyone
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Post by Matthias Jensen on Nov 15, 2014 13:15:03 GMT -7
Matthias was shaking as the stylist team dressed him this morning. All of that confidence and happiness that had come as a result of the interview the night before whooshed out of him as he was dressed in the outfit he'd be wearing in the arena. Today was the day it would start, and though he was much more confident than he had been the day he was reaped, he was still terrified.
The suit they dressed him in was practically achromatic, nothing interesting or attractive about it at all. He hoped the arena wouldn't be this colorless. Or would that be better? There were no smiles for his team from the friendly boy this morning, and he had his hearing totally off - although maybe that would have been a good distraction. Maybe hearing whatever chatter they had would be good, because it might be one of the last non-terrible things he heard with his wonderful new gift. But instead he kept the focus inward, receiving sympathetic smiles from the team before they sent him on his way.
Before getting on the plane that would take them to the arena, he turned to his mentor one last time. He managed a smile for the man who had given him hope, been a friend, and given him the means to keep sane throughout his trip here. "Thank you, Falro," he said, and then stepped forward to hug him. He didn't know if the man liked hugs, but right then, he didn't care. He was so grateful and lucky to have had Falro to help and guide him, and that physical contact was the boost he needed to get himself onto that plane.
Before he knew it, Matthias was standing on the pedestal that would lift him into the arena. He closed his eyes, his world totally silent, as he waited to be lifted up. He didn't know what he would see when he was lifted up there, but he couldn't freeze in fear up there. It was fight or flight, survival or death... and he knew which one he would have to chose. He'd have to act fast and not give himself time to freak out. The pedestal starting moving and he opened his eyes, blinded by the morning light and the...lava. His eyes went wide as he took in his surroundings, poised above a red-hot flowing lake with a bridge to the center. The red was so vivid, so alive, and if he couldn't feel the heat of it against his face, he might have wanted to touch it. Looking at the Cornucopia, he saw where all of the bags were laid out for the tributes. There didn't seem like nearly enough bags for everyone, but that was the point, wasn't it? To make them fight?
The key to Matthias' survival might be in one of those bags... but he wasn't useless on his own. He could hide and survive without them, and he could get killed going for a bag much easier than he could get killed running in the other direction. Though there was a visual countdown atop the Cornucopia that he could watch since he had turned his hearing off, the boy chose instead to look at the other tributes arrayed around him. He found Harrison, the boy he had met on the rooftop. He liked Harrison. Then he found Caterina, his district partner, who he also liked but was less sure of. He'd had a few other interactions with other tributes because he wanted to be friendly, but how many of them would kill him without another thought?
Though he didn't hear the canon boom, Matthias saw the change as tributes lurched off their pedestals and ran toward the center. So many of them were going for it, running like crazy to get a bag before anyone else. Or to kill. If he had been unsure about his choice before, it was more clear than ever now. His best chance of survival wasn't in the center of a volcano. Turning around, District 10's male tribute ran the opposite direction down the side of the volcano. That direction looked much more inviting - he could even see a forest. He smiled, knowing that's where he wanted to go. After two trainings in a fake forest, he was ready and excited to find out what a real one was like.
WC: 742 HP: 20/20 Notes: Matthias runs away from the Cornucopia.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 13:57:01 GMT -7
Seasrai kept running as she headed right towards that girl. She laughed out loud as the girl from District 5 literally froze. "Scared, eh, little girl? It's ok. I'll make it fast!" The other girl had seemed to get over her terror though as she watched the girl start to charge towards her. Seasrai didn't care though, she could take a lot of damage. So she took the hit.
But in return, the district four female tribute kicked the other girl as hard as she could, sweeping low enough to hopefully cause the other girl to fall on her back. With any luck too, Seasrai's kick would cause a lot of damage to one of Basil's knees too. Now was not the time to be weak! The fisherwoman would have that bag, no matter the cost! "That bag is MINE! Seasrai laughed again, her mind and body was already enjoying the fight.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 14:13:41 GMT -7
Basil grinned, even though she barely did a good hit the career thought she was scared. Ha- no thank you. The female from four thought that she would die and Basil knew better. Obviously her original plan would now come into plan. As she got kicked, she grimaced in pain but knew she would have to leave. "You're right! You are getting it! Bye now!" The girl said as she started to limp away. Her hand was bleeding from the fall in which had taken the wind oiout of her. Now was no time to give up- was it Basil? Right. Basil started to forget about the pain. Really for now all she was trying to care about was getting out of the bloodbath. Basil was determined to live through the bloodbath, and this was her only choice if she wanted to. Both herself and the career that had attacked her knew that she could die quickly. Well, she wanted to prove herself wrong. Basil didn't care if she came off as a wimp, all she cared about was getting her practical ass out of there.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 16:11:45 GMT -7
This was the day. There was no turning back now, and Ariadne Emerson was about to be lifted up into an arena she could only hope to walk out of. She was standing now on the pedestal that would carry her up into the arena, waiting for those last final moments to pass. There were a million things racing through her mind, most of which she was trying to push out: home, Dominic, her parents, the life she might have had. Focus, focus, focus... There was too much at stake during those first moments of the Games for her to get distracted, and what she needed was to focus on getting what she needed and getting out of there.
Ariadne looked down at her outfit. She felt much more comfortable in the outfit they had dressed her in today than she had felt in anything else she had been publicly forced to wear: pants instead of a dress, and super study boots. Her hair was held back in a ponytail, like she was used to, but her stylists had put in several braids going up to it. It was what the Emersons would call frivolous and silly, but it was kind of nice. She couldn't guess at what this outfit meant for the arena, but it made her curious. The platform started moving, lifting the District 7 girl up into the arena.
The first thing she noticed was the heat, almost overwhelming. As her plate settled, she looked down to see the lava flowing beneath her. Oh, not the least bit terrifying... she thought sarcastically. She looked up and saw the cornucopia, looming ahead of her with a bridge leading to it. She knew she'd have to get there, knew she needed an... ax. There it was, sitting on top of a bag. Waiting for her. But there was only one, at least that she could see. There might be another one inside the cornucopia itself, but it didn't mean good things for her and Calem. They'd have to fight through careers to get there, which would be incredibly hard, and if things went south between the two of them later...
Ariadne found Calem among the tributes arrayed around her. She hoped he hadn't changed his mind already about this. Most of the adult Calem was still a mystery to her, but after an uncomfortable start, they had appeared to be on the same side in the Capitol. They had banded together against Johanna and had agreed to help each other in the arena. And it was just best to never think about the possibility that they might end up needing to kill each other. That was a problem for another day. Today, she only hoped that some of the sweet little boy she knew as a little girl was still in there and would keep true to what they talked about.
3...2...1...BOOM! The sound jerked the girl's attention back to the cornucopia and she propelled herself forward. Her sight was set on that bag, and even if someone else got in her way, she was going to get it. The rest of the bags, the ones without weapons atop them, were complete mysteries. This one was a sure thing. She elbowed past the D9 girl, but wasn't worried about killing anyone yet. As soon as she got that bag, the rest would come.
WC: 567 HP: 26/26 Notes: Ariadne goes for that big beautiful bag with the ax.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 16:54:27 GMT -7
His stylist handed him a very achromatic suit to wear into the arena. The instant he put it on, Calem felt hot, and he wondered if the arena was going to be a snowy mountain or other cold place. Or even worse--with water. Surrounded by water. The only way off the pedestal was to swim... The Gamemakers sure did like to torture their tributes. But if they didn't, the Capitol would find the Games boring, and they couldn't let that happen. His stylist told him there were only a few minutes left before launch. She was a very emotional woman, so she tried to hold back her tears as she hugged Calem. Calem wasn't really one for hugs, but he reluctantly accepted. His stylist had been one of the kindest members of his team--by far his favorite. The prep team was barely tolerable, and Johanna was, well, Johanna. It was also a plus that she didn't make him go naked to the parade.
The woman finally let go, and, taking a moment to compose herself, whispered, "Okay, it's time for you to go. Good luck. I know you'll do great." Calem nodded, solemn, and stepped onto the metal plate. The glass tube around him closed, sealing his fate. He stared upwards, at the sheet of metal separating him from the outside arena. I really hope there's a forest. There better be a forest. I need a forest. He didn't want to look at the anhydrous woman, breaking down and crying now. She didn't even know him that well, so why would she care? Maybe she broke down every year. It wasn't possible to care that much about someone you've only known for a week and then send them to their death.
Calem felt the ground beneath him begin to move. He was rising. The ceiling opened up to let the tribute through and catch his first glimpse of the slaughter house the Gamemakers had crafted for them. He instantly felt the blistering heat. It didn't come from the sun though. Instead, it came from the volcano and magma from which all tributes were circled around the edge of. Calem recognized the volcano and magma from his science textbook and remembered lava being used in past Games. It was almost as bad as water. The Cornucopia was suspended right above the lava, with metal bridges connecting each tribute's plate to the platform of treasures. He searched around for the only other tribute he knew; he didn't want to bother making friends with other districts. It would just make it harder to kill them when the time came. And it was better to not think about the possibility of having to kill her until--if--there was a point when he needed to.
His gaze fell back to the Cornucopia and instantly settled on a bag with an axe sticking out. He wanted it. He needed it. An axe could be his life line here, the difference between life and death. But he couldn't get it. The plan prohibited him from getting it. He and Ariadne had carefully discussed what they would do after the interviews and created their plan. Calem couldn't go back on his word when it was so crucial, and he didn't want to either. The Games weren't about to change him into a backstabbing liar.
10...9...8...7...
Brown eyes then fell on a bag that was much closer. Nothing was visible on or around it other than the bag itself.
6...5...4...
That bag. He would go for that bag.
3... 2... 1...
The canon exploded like thunder. Calem shot off of his platform, sprinting across the bridge towards the Cornucopia. He willed his legs to go faster, but he knew that he needed to conserve energy for the dash away from the volcano and to hike through whatever terrain was beyond it. At last, he skidded to a halt beside the bag he had aimed for.
WC: 671 HP: 23/23 Notes: Calem goes for bag #2.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 23:05:32 GMT -7
The drums beating against her head matched the sound of the countdown. She didn't know what she was going to do. Which way was she going to run? Who was she going to ally with? The drums mangles and confused her and what she was thinking of. She had to be strong. The girl had to be brave for both the sake of her and her child. Maybe being alone wasn't too bad. She was pretty strong and agile, of course, but what was she going to do when it came down to the Careers attacking her? They were brutal. Maybe if she got her hands on that god-forsaken horrendous weapon...the one that made the whip scars on her back, the one that brought painful memories. She was good with a knife, yes, but she was better with a whip. She looked around at the tributes, hoping that they would all die before she had to kill them. She didn't want to kill anybody, of course. Raya just wanted to go home. But maybe death was better than this, whatever this was. Complication? Hatred? Disappointment? Who knew.
Maybe Raya could team up with somebody...anybody would be fine for her really. What mattered to her the most was if anyone was really sponsoring her. She needed the money, especially if she was going to get food and water. She also wondered what was going to happen of Harrison. Did she really care for him anymore? Oh, she didn't know. She just wanted to leave...to get out of the arena. She wanted it all to go away: the arena, the drums, the emotions, the tributes. But it wasn't going to happen, so Raya had to face her fears for only the second time in her life. She was defying what her brain told her to do, and it was so foreign to her. She heard the last five beats.
bong. bong. bong. bong. bong.
A ringing then filled her ears, and she stood on the platform for longer than expected. She was so confused at all of the tributes running towards each other. So she flung herself and did the same. She saw a bag closest to the surface and lunged towards it. Nothing was visible out of it, and she seemed the only one to go towards the bag. She hoped nobody else was coming to kill her. She wasn't a threat, of course. Raya was just a nobody. Not even an underdog in the least. She hoped that she wouldn't die soon. Not like Thomas. But being alone definitely definitely would hurt her in the end.
WORD COUNT: 448 HP: 23/23 NOTES: Bag #3 ftw.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 14:41:50 GMT -7
Esme had been running towards the bag with the sword when her eyes fell upon the boy from six also heading for the same bag as she was. There was no way in hell that Esme was willing to let some other kid take something that she was interested in... that was her sword and she was going to show that kid that he was picking the wrong career to mess with. "HEY YOU BOY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY SWORD!" she shouted before running towards him and throwing a punch square at his nose, hoping to possibly break it or at least stun him for a few seconds.
She was unaware of anything else going on around her at that point and just focusing on getting the bag from the district six boy. She heard several cannons going off and couldn't help but let out a maniacal laugh as she looked Calix in the eyes with a fierce look.
------------------------------------------------------- Attack Calix: 3EsMOSlP2hand
HP: 25
Hand-To-Hand: 2
Agility: 10
Detection: 2
Survival: Overall- 1
Skilled Weapons: Throwing Knives- 6 // Swords- 6
Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Range- 1
Special Skills: None2hand
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 22:19:39 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
@rayasavior I know you're still in BB. But when he gets out and goes to MAGMA a parachute will come down with a package containing a lighter. You can go ahead and add this to inventory.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 6:13:10 GMT -7
Cameron had the bag. He lived. He actually had survived this far and had a weapon and bag. He stood there for a long time in awe of this moment but something reminded him to get moving- there were still people on the hunt. Cameron was obviously no exception. As he slung the bag over his shoulder he started running out. Looking around at all the dead bodies, fighting, and blood surrounding him made his head hurt even more. It sucked. His headaches always caused him to get confused, and off-balance. He couldn't accept this now. He HAD to run. It depended on his life. As he was running out, it seemed a small girl was going after him. He laughed. She thought he could take her down? Funny. He killed her within an instant and ran away. He heard footsteps approaching, Oh my god just leave me ALONE people.. the tribute thought to himself. As he rolled his eyes, he turned around to kill the boy from three. Cameron had to guess the girl he killed was from three and he was trying to get revenge. He shrugged. Cameron really didn't care. Though bloodlust was starting to get to the boy. He just had to get one more kill. He spotted the girl from twelve. She was trying to run away, AND with the boy from nine. This made the tribute chuckle. Looks like two more people aren't going home. He thought with a smile, he ran over behind them and killed both in an instant. He knew that now he has killed around five/four/six people people would be coming up on his ass. Turning away from the crowd of tributes battling for the crown of the cornucopia- he ran.
HP: 23 Hand-To-Hand: 0 Agility: 5 Detection: 2 Survival: Overall- 5 // Hunting- 5 // Fishing- 6 Skilled Weapons: Spear- 3 Damage: Unskilled Melee- 2 // Unskilled Ranged-1 Special Skills: None Kill List: 1. District 1 Male 2. District 3 Female 3. District Three Male Summary: Got his bag, ran, killed some b*tches. Inventory: Spear (+2) (Visible) Duct Tape Splints Lighter 1 Empty Canteen 1 Empty Food bag
(Hi! I'm sorry I couldn't PM you about this since you went to school. But there's a new killing NPC rule -located in announcement-. You can only kill 3 NPC tributes. So I'm going to take out the 2 of your kills >.< I'm going to remove them from your kill list, but I'm leaving everything in your post the same. <3 -Eileen)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 7:22:07 GMT -7
Raya grabbed her bag and ran the hell out of there. She held it tightly to her body, grasping it before anyone else could get to her to try and kill her. No, she wasn't going to die today. Everything--every kill and every death--was out of sight for her. She just needed to run, and run fast enough too. She just had to get out of there. The sweat pounded on the girl's forehead as she didn't look back. Who knew if Harrison was dead. She didn't see him run. For all she knew, he was dead and there was nothing she could do about it. She bolted out of there, able to get away from anyone trying to hurt her. It was possible for Raya to die, yes, but it wasn't going to be today. She was going to make it. And though she wan't a fighter, she was definitely a runner, and good at it too. Even if she didn't get anything good in her bag, she still had to have something that would be of use.
She heard screaming all around her, but the drums pounded louder. It was something that she had gotten used to, and today, they made her focus. Maybe today she wasn't worthless. If she didn't get killed in the heap of tributes the first day, it was lucky that she would even be of some worth. She wanted to hide away from everyone, yes, but she didn't. She needed to stand out if she was going to live. But the question still dawned on her: why live if you have nothing to live for?
WORD COUNT: 275 NOTES: To the Magma!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 9:29:41 GMT -7
Calix made a face when he spotted the career girl heading for him and for his bag. She claimed it was hers but , Calix was not going to let that happen. He wanted the bag so, he was going to get it even he had to knock her out or kill her. Calix moved a little when the girl tried to punch him in the nose. The girls punched managed to graze his cheek but , he pushed it off like it was nothing. The boy then stepped in front of the bag so, the raven haired girl could not reach it. Then with that in mind he quickly tried to come with a plan of action. His brain then came up with the words powerful side ways kick super move. That sounded like a good idea and good way to stun the girl in the blond boy's opinion. Now he only hoped that his plan would work. That way he could grab the bag and get out of there as fast as he could. So, with that thought in mind he sent a powerful side ways kick to Esmeralda's stomach.
------ HP: 19/20 (Edit) Inventory: n/a Notes: Good luck everyone roll: bNU6hZTP0hand0hand
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