Area 1 || CORNUCOPIA

A large tent sits in the middle of the large abandoned carnival. Within this tent are seats, separated into 24 aisle. At the end of the aisles close to the walls are platforms where the tributes stand to await the cannon to begin the start of the game. Behind them is are doors. At the opposite end, towards the center of the tent is a large circle where the cornucopia lays.

Inside the cornucopia are weapons which include:
1 sword
1 axe
1 spear
1 trident
1 bow with 8 arrows
2 knives
5 throwing knives
5 units of water
5 units of food
3 average HP
2 superior HP
2 medical kits

Around the Cornucopia, within the circle, are 12 black backpacks, some with weapons, some without. Items within each bag are listed below. HOWEVER, unless a weapon comes with the backpack, tributes will not know what comes with the bag that they pick up. When a tribute picks up a bag that does not come with a weapon, a GameMaker will roll for a random bag signifying which bag the tribute receives.

Example: Lucas picks up a bag. GM rolls lu8nK8FX1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9. Therefore, Lucas gets Bag 8.
A tribute may aim to reach for a bag with a weapon they see. If a tribute is not attacked during their run, they may make another post to acquire items. A tribute is vulnerable to attack running to and picking up items. If not attacked, they may continue to make their running away/escape from BB post. 

A tribute may only run towards one bag at a time.**A tribute may pick up more than one bag/weapon/item.**

A tribute may run towards the cornucopia that holds all the weapons (after passing/picking up bag), but this must be in a post of its own. After reaching the cornucopia, you must make a post stating which items you take. Then make another post of running away/ escaping. At any time (except for escaping) a tribute is vulnerable to attack. 

**A tribute may only carry 1 bag and 2 weapons at a time. Extra bags & extra weapons will result in -1 agility per bag/items.

List of bags
Bag 1: 1 unit of water, 1 unit of food, slingshot, duct tape, watch, 1 average HP (+1 hp). 

Bag 2: Pocket knife, rope, 1 unit food, 1 unit water, 1 average HP.  Visible: 1 machete.

Bag 3: 1 unit of food, box with 5 matches, 6 inch knife, glow stick, brown blanket.

Bag 4: 1 superior hp (+3 hp), 1 medical kit, 1 unit of waer net, duct tape.

Bag 5: 1 unit food, 1 unit water, 1 average HP, 1 superior HP, 1 medical kit, boots (+3 toughness to feet, -sneak).

Bag 6: 1 unit of water, fishing line, glow stick, duct tape. Visible: 1 axe.

Bag 7: 1 unit of food, net, pocket knife, box with 5 matches, pair of leather gauntlets (+3 toughness forearms).

Bag 8: 1 Unit of water, rope, 6 inch knife, flashlight. Visible: 1 bow, 10 arrows.

Bag 9: Tarp, 1 average HP, leather shin guards (+3 toughness shins). Visible: 1 sword.

Bag 10: 1 Unit of food, 1 unit of water, glow stick, pair of leather leg armor (thigh only, +3 toughness thighs).

Bag 11: 1 Medical kit, bungee cord, pliers, glow stick. Visible: 1 spear.

Bag 12: 1 superior hp (+3 hp), 1 unit of food, 6 inch knife, fishing line, lighter. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9

The day had been rather eventful. Jack had done much so far just in today. He had gotten ready. He was super excited for the games to start and it would be so soon. So soon it was tantalizingly out of reach until now. He never thought he would get in but now that he had he was more pumped than ever. Adrenaline pumped through him as his platform raised into the arena. Then the countdown started as he saw everyone else rise into the stage. 60... 59... 58... He looked around searching for a good weapon. Then he saw one. A gleaming brilliant sword at the center sticking out of a pack. He wanted it. He wanted blood to be splattered on it. As the time descended he readied himself for take off.

30... 29... 28.

This was his moment to shine. To show what a career really is. This year district four will win if it is the last thing he will do. He will bring honor and glory to his district.

10... 9... 8...

He knew the time was ready. He got into a running stance.

5...

His ears were pumping.

4...

He was starting to sweat with excitement.

3... 2...

He got ready.

1... Gong

And off he ran towards the pack with that sword.

(Runs toward pack 9)

Torr Mason rose up onto his plate, his knee aching for quite some time. The countdown started right away.

30.. He saw a machete like weapon leaning out of a bag.. he liked those machetes..
29.. Nearby the boy saw those two lovebirds from Twelve.. how he wished they could both live..
28.. His district partner stood a few plates away from him.. she seemed to be into the whole games..
27.. Breathe..
26.. Breathe..
25.. Breathe..
24.. Deep breaths..
23.. Heavy pants blew up his body.
22.. For District Eight..
21.. But they never cared..
20.. For himself then. he would try for himself.
19.. Make sure your shoes are tied, boy. Torr checked them, they were tied tightly.
18.. He had to run with his left.. dragging his right leg behind him. The brace was heavy, it held him back..
17.. 16.. 15.. 14.. 13.. 12.. 11.. He knew he didn't stand a chance.. the odds weren't in his favor.. at all.
10.. Torrence Mason wasn't a fighter..
9.. Torr Mason was a rebel..
8.. A secret rebel..
7.. Screw the Capitol..
6.. He missed Arram..
5.. He wanted to smell the blood bucket again..
4.. Oh how good it would be..
3.. To drown in blood..
2.. Rather than.. than..
1.. Feeling all the pain..

Gong.. He started running, not limp sprinting to the nearest bag he could find..

-Torr Mason has entered the bloodbath-

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The night before the games he had settled in and closed his eyes as he ate, he knew that the next day all of this would be gone. The comfort, the food, the luxury would be gone and taken away from him. He would be the one that had to play a game where only one person could win, alliances could be made but in the end it never mattered none of the planning did. It was the luck that some people had that won the games, his eyes stayed ahead as he ignored most of whatever was being spoken about around the table in his own world. He was doing what he had always been trained to do, to get himself mentally prepare for the games.

Standing after a while he nodded and excused himself and walked away from the table after he had eaten a good amount, best not to starve himself later he had watched his food intake the whole time. Walking past the Avox he scowled “get me a warm towel nice and hot” he told the woman “and have it in by my shower” his voice was harsh as he walked up the steps slowly and then went into his room and laid down on the bed slowly. He had been used to comfort at home, yet here he had seen what luxury was and he enjoyed it. Perhaps when he got home he would have the same comforts, victors village had always been somewhere he could see himself living in time.

Several moments later he watched as the Avox walked in and handed him the towel he gave a nod as she left, undressing after he locked the door he walked into his bathroom and closed his eyes and started the bath and stepped inside. By now he knew how to program the shower and did so, his eyes closed as he felt the water fall on his body and he slowly washed. The day had been hard, he had gone downstairs and trained by himself to get himself even more ready for the next day. At home, he had never had many days off and he would not start the day before the biggest challenge of his life began.

Settling in he leaned back against the shower and closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. Even now he remembered the endless days that they had when they had been in school, teachers who had preached that they would be the heroes of his home when they came home. He believed whole heartedly that he could do this, washing his hair he tilted his face towards the water and sighed as it ran down his face and he slowly let himself completely relax for the first time since he had heard his name called at the reaping he thought of that day.
He had started the day like any other, getting up he had bathed and ate a good breakfast before he had gone to class. The day was a short one though, by noon he was home and was getting dressed in his best cloths and getting ready. That day he had spoken to his younger sister, Katie who had always been his best friend as well as his blood line. They spoke about what they would do that day when he came home, what he would do with her while the games played the two had planned the next few weeks out together. He had known that his time was not that day, someone would step in while he finished his training.

At the reaping he had given them his finger print and signed in, his eyes stayed ahead as they gathered together and then the girls name had been picked he smiled. A good choice by any means he thought, as he watched the woman pick the next name he waited and heard his name called he stood slowly and walked up the steps slowly. He waited for someone to volunteer with each step yet they had never come, as he extended his hand he shook hers and gave a nod the two knew what fate had coming at them. They would do their best to bring a new victor to district two, to bring the glory that should have been theirs.

He has sat in his room as his sister came and visited, the two hugged and spoke. He had even promised they would catch up when he came home. He knew the odds were against all of them, yet he did not have the heart to tell her this. His mother and father were next before he was left alone in the room, two hours later he had boarded the train and met his mentors. The two were pleasant enough as he asked any questions that came to mind along the ride.

The next few weeks had been a bluer, he had spent every day training and doing whatever he could to get better. The stations were there to make things easier for the arena, so he had done such. Swords and other weapons were needed. Already he had started to pick apart those that he believed wouldn’t last, he counted several including a raven haired girl who was so young he believed that she would not make it past the first few days from district seven. Her name alone sounded weak, Kitty, there was no way that the girl would win it was impossible.

Coming back to reality he shook his head and washed himself off and exited the shower, walking into his room he picked up another new towel and closed his eyes and touched it. The towel was nice and hot he thought as he dried himself off and then dressed before he sat down and looked out the window. As always the lights were on the people never seemed to sleep below him, shaking his head he leaned back and took a breath and rubbed his arms as he tried to calm himself down. Even someone who trained so many years could never be ready to do what would happen tomorrow he thought and shook his head sighing softly. Yet even now as he thought back on his life, he refused to let any tears fall.
He had waited all of his life for this, since he had started to walk he had prepared for the games. That night he lay in his bed and think ahead, how he would deal with things. Being from district two he knew the plan, one two and four those that survived would find themselves in a pack. The six of them would eliminate the others, and then when the time was right split apart and then settle it between them. Twenty Four kids were about to enter the arena, one would walk out and in the end he wanted to be that kid. To make his family and district proud, as he lay in bed his eyes closed as he slowly relaxed.
Standing up he stretched out and walked towards the bed and laid down where he made himself comfortable, every night he had been able to sleep well and quickly and yet tonight his mind wandered back to everything that he had been through in training. Weapons and other things, anything he believed that he would be ready for. Any situations that he had been told could happen, it was all on his mind where he was as he shuddered. Than the thoughts of the deaths that he had watched over the years, he started to think of his own death should it happen and that bothered him.

It was near impossible to not think of death at a time like this, where he would be expected to kill many others. Yet he knew that dummies, and even some Avox’s were not living people. When he stabbed them, they were sowed back together or thrown out. The people he would kill were living and breathing, had homes and families that they hoped to go home to. In the end one family would get their wish, one of them would come home but twenty three others would lose a child. Every year though this happened, when he got to the arena they would be worth just as much to him as a Dummy he stabbed in class he realized.
It took him three hours as he lay there, his mind wandering the whole time as he knew his life was about to change. He was going to war and one that his chances were decent to come out, yet he knew the other five had trained as well. It was an advantage that the three districts had enjoyed for many years, it gave them a way to survive and sometimes they had. Most victors had come from the three districts, it was something the capital had come to expect. Many already had placed bets on the three districts tributes, all in hopes that they would win large amounts of money.

Shaking his head he closed his eyes and settled in finally his head slowly laid down on the pillow and shuddered several times. Slowly he fell into a deep sleep, even now his dreams and nightmares were filled with images of the games that he had watched. Yet instead of the people who had died, he saw himself or the people that he would have to kill. Sleeping throughout the night he was woken near morning by a guard who shook him and he blinked and looked up. It was time, as he stood he stretched out and nodded and walked to the shower where he let the water wake him up and then dried off before he dressed in normal cloths.

Walking downstairs he took his time and looked around taking the place in one last time he sighed, it had become home since he had been here. He hoped that next year, that he would come here and make it his home again a victor. To be able to help someone else from his district win again, maybe even his sister when the time came he thought and shook his head. Walking down the stairs he closed his eyes and sat down where breakfast was ready, eating slowly he took his time and enjoyed the last good meal he would have until he left the arena.

His mind went back to his family, his sister and parents, his friends who would be watching him to see him win or lose. The people he cared about, he would not die in shame he thought as he picked at the food. Even now he didn’t over eat, he would have paid later had he. Afterwards he got a few moments he sat back and watched the others, they were speaking strategy. Yet he stayed silent and closed his eyes and thought back, it was too late to listen to them. They had learned what they could already, now it was time to put fate into his own hands and not mess this up. His mind went back to what he had been told since he was a toddler, the rules to live by.

Stay together, don’t be soft, and kill without mercy. The words rang true even now he realized, he had to do all of it to make sure that he walked home. He gave a sigh and leaned back and spoke to his mentor, when it was done he raised and shook the man’s hand and gave a nod. The two already knew that training was over, and now it was time to say goodbye as they exchanged their goodbyes. He left first and made his way down the hall, his eyes stayed ahead with guards on either side of him he stayed emotionless even now in the face of death he would be brave.

Walking up the flights of stairs to the elevator he gave a nod and they stepped inside his eyes stayed on the city below the people were out, waiting for the plane to leave. He waved faintly knowing they could not see but did so anyway, it was just ingrained by this point. He grinned as he waited for the doors to open him stared ahead and tried to think of anything that would help him prepare and yet he failed. Instead his mind went back to his family as he made his promises once again to them silently in his mind and relaxed slowly.

As the door opened with a ding he stepped out and walked up behind where the others were already there and sat down in his seat. He knew what was coming next, his eyes stayed ahead and closed. He focused on everything around him, the sounds, and the smells anything to focus on anything but the people around him. They were nothing to him just the fake bodies that he had killed in class, he would not let them get to him and bother him. That would be showing weakness and lead to his death no…they were just meat dolls. Hearing footsteps he opened his eyes as the man moved away from the person next to him.

Watching as a man came up with a tracking device electronic he nodded and offered him his arm. Not flinching when he felt the tracker put inside, he watched as one by one so were the others and took a breath. There they would know where he was at all times when he was in the arena, he knew that they would watch his every movement. The games had already began, his eyes traveled each face briefly as he scowled and relaxed back into his seat. He had his allies, and like every game before he would make sure that he kept them. It would mean his chances of survival chances were better, he liked having better odds he thought and sighed.

Even now he knew most of the people that he was with would be dead by the end of the day, the blood bath caused that much every year as fools would rush in and be slaughtered by the careers or another tribute until the ground was littered with their bodies. He had spent the last few weeks watching them as they had trained. Were they better than the first day that they had come in? yes yet they were not fully trained. The other districts did not do as much as the careers, and more often than not unless tat years class was considered a disappointment, it made a huge defense in who was crowned the winner.

The academy had taught them as much, throughout training he had watched several games of the past yearly as close as the years before. Brutal was an understatement he thought but it was needed. Staring ahead at his partner he simply gave a nod and watched the others again, they were now the prey. Any friendships that had started in training were gone now. Feeling the plane takeoff he closed his eyes and settled in, no one ever knew how far the arena was from the capital but he knew that he could rest now. Later on? he knew he would have no such luck.

Hours later he left the plane and walked down the steps his eyes ahead as he took a breath and entered the room where his stylist waited and nodded as they sat down he took his time and mentally began to prepare again. When the tube went up he had no idea what he would find besides twenty three other people who wanted him dead so that he could go home, taking a breath he slipped on a jacket and closed it over him and looked at his stylist and gave a nod.

“You did well, I will bring this home a winner and you will be known all over Panem” he told the woman and watched her smile and he grinned and hugged her briefly. They had a few moments it would seem so he sat on the bed and stretched out his legs, survive the blood bath and then get the others together. As he heard the call he stood and stretched one last time and entered the tube and waited leaning against it he closed his eyes and took a breath. He was going in a tribute, and hoped to leave a victor.

Feeling the tube come to life he moved away from the side and watched as his stylist was gone from site he raised his eyes and stared ahead and waited for what would come. The ride to the top seemed to take forever, until the ground opened up and he entered the arena he looked around seeing the others around him. The prey and his team mates he thought and shook his head and looked ahead at the carnicorpia and all the gifts inside and smiled thinly. The toy chest that would be theirs when this was done he thought.

Taking a moment he looked around the arena and frowned, they were in some kind of tent? An odd place, outside of that though he had no idea what else lay around. Twenty four rows one of them on each row he thought standing still, he knew what happened when you left the plate to soon. A girl had dropped her ball a few years before, the explosion had left nothing left. Every year the game makers had other ideas up their sleeve, new dangers that they would all face and many things meant to keep the capital and the districts attention trained on the games. It was a way of life he thought and rubbed his arm briefly where the tracker was and then focused himself again on what was happening around him.

The countdown seemed to take forever as they stood there he blinked as he looked at the others one more time, it was the start of a war that twenty for kids were going to war. Now they would have to see who walked away, he cracked his knuckles and nodded slowly and took a breath as he prepared himself one last time. Twenty seconds left he thought and took the time to look for anything else that he may have missed, anything that would be of use.

Focusing briefly on other areas he noticed bags around and smiled. The good stuff were inside, yet he would make sure some of these stayed behind he thought as his attention fell onto the field below as the countdown started he smiled faintly, hearing the seconds count down he took a breath and readied himself as the countdown started. Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, and One at the sound of the gong he took off at a quick speed towards bag  eight.

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As she rose from the ground she stared around her and froze at the sight her hands clenched at her side and then unclenched. She paused and took everything in, weapons were everywhere yet that meant danger. As the clock counted down she scanned the area and paused briefly before she breathed in and got ready. She was the smallest one of any here, and knew she would not win a blood bath not yet so she made the best choice that she could her eyes fell on several bags yet she did not commit yet she waited.

The seconds seemed to take forever as she listened she fidgeted slightly acting nervous, it was easy enough with her acting skills. That and she was sure that the camera was on the boy from district four, who seemed to be jumping around like a monkey as he waited. Swallowing she focused ahead of her, get a big and get out do not get caught and get away. She needed to stay hidden in the games she thought as the countdown reached ten.

As the last seconds ticked by she breathed and moved her hair from her eyes and at the sound of the gong she entered the blood bath running towards the nearest bag. She wanted to get what she needed, and then get the hell out of there.

Lex held onto Sams hand. He took a step forward, letting the gap between their bodies close. His hands traced up her arms and then back down again until they were level with her waist. Sliding his hands between her arms and waist, he wrapped his arms around her tiny figure and pulled her in close. Lex breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of her brown hair that softly cascaded over her shoulders. He held her close to her, so tight that he doubted any air could get between them. Once they pulled away from each other, Lex looked down at the girl with gentle brown eyes. His hand went up to her face, caressing her cheek softly. Leaning down slowly, he pressed his lips to hers. They were sweet and inviting, soft and ever so tender. He pulled away once more, but only to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, Samantha," he said softly just beyond a whisper. His hand sought hers, then kissed the flat surface of the back of her hand. He let her hand rest on his for just a few moments longer. Without another word, he gently pulled his hand away as he walked followed her stylist. His footsteps echoed loud in the long, dark hallway. Taking one last look at Samantha, he didn't bother to wave. He knew he'd see her again, in the Arena.

His stylist showed him where to step into. "I'm sorry I don't have a token to give you," he stated. Lex shrugged, "I have Sam." The plate rose up, with him on it. Within seconds, he was taken up to a dark tunnel. It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic. Then slowly, a light shone at the top. His platform rose up completely, the area was slightly dim, but he could still see his surroundings. There were seats to his left and to his right. He looked around at the other tributes, then locked eyes with Sam. He gave her a slight smile. He looked around some more, noticing some things here and there and realizing that it was some kind of fair or carnival. He'd never seen anything like it. What was this place, exactly? His eyes moved towards the center where they were all facing. The Cornucopia. There were bags and weapons laid out all over the place. Haymitch had advised him not to go for anything and just turn around and run.

The announcer's voice boomed around them. And then the countdown began.

30...

Lex looked behind him and studied the door. It looked unlocked and easy enough to get out of.

20...

His eyes settled the Cornucopia. He was pretty fast. He could just grab a bag real quick, no one would probably even look at him.

10...

His head turned to Sam, hoping she would just run.

1...

0...

Lex turned towards the door, pushing it hard and running out of the Tent. He stopped only for a moment to look at his surroundings. He began to run again, and then looked back to see if Sam was following. He didn't see her, but hopefully she could see him and would follow him. Lex ran until he saw a thing with animals in a circle. The thing looked beautiful if only it hadn't been so run down. He jumped inside one of the things that looked like a cart and hid himself in the deepest part.

-Lex in the Carousel-

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Jack saw the pack. He wanted he. He knew the sword in there was meant to be his. He wanted the blood of others, splattered on it, on him. Soon that sword will be with him, will be killing. Will be slicing. He saw some people run out of the tent, but he knew he would stay along with the other careers. He also saw Kai and Jade racing towards other packs. No one seemed to be running towards the pack he was going at which was kind of sad. He kind of just wanted to strangle someone.

Maybe he'll have another chance. But now he reached out to the pack. It was so close. He would get it, and take up his gleaming weapon, and slice! He had almost reached when he tripped and fell down the rest of the aisle. It was kind of humorous but Jack cursed himself because it seemed like a mistake. At the end of the roll though Jack hopped up quickly in a successful attempt to make it look as if it was on purpose.

The pack was there. In front of him. And he grabbed it and withdrew the sword.
(Picks up pack 9)

Ambrosia could already feel the swear upon her brow as she ran. She was in view of the bag with the machete. Hopefully she would get there in time and get out as quickly as she got in. Her red-hair flied behind her as she stopped at the bag. She had finally gotten to it. She didn't have time for logistics. All she had to do was get the bag and leave. That was it. But it was harder than she thought. Ambrosia knew that these games wouldn't be easy, but she needed to try her best. Everything except what she was focused on was a blur, and she knew that her surroundings would be crazy. No. She wasn't ready to die yet. She needed to leave. Pushing her hair out of her face, she grabbed the bag and gathered all of its contents. This was extremely important to her, as if anything fell out, it might cost her dearly. She needed to get the hell out of this soon-to-be graveyard.

She grabbed the heavy bag and held the machete. The red-haired girl turned her face away and saw her district partner running towards her acting crazy and screaming. Ambrosia figured that he was going to kill her. She sliced at the boy and didn't think twice about it. She didn't want to die--not at the Cornucopia. She wasn't weak, and therefore, she would try her best and fight her hardest. She ran as fast as she could out of the Cornucopia, seeing Torr and Serena running away as well. She followed them, not daring to look back as the backpack dangled from her back. 

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WORD COUNT: 302
ACTIONS: Grabbed Bag 2, killed District 10 NPC, left
NOTES: I hope I did this right, but if not, I can totally change it!