Trudging On...[Lions & Tigers Day 3]

[shrimp]

The duo had trudged for what had seemed like kilo-miles for hours on end. As the day progressed, the little streams of water eventually faded away, and colorful leaves took their place. The atmosphere was festive, yet violent. The smell of rotting carcasses was somewhat masked under all of the glorious hues that were beset into the environment. The remains of the sheepish that had been so gloriously massacred by the Careers had already disappeared, but their smell hadn't.

Of course, since these two had just arrived at these trees, they had no idea as to what had occurred the previous day.

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will atlas
~My bio? It's right here, if you want it...~

Oy.

It's pretty warm out today. I mean, it's cooler than yesterday but it was still pretty hot out. I sigh, the sweat forming on my forehead becoming no sense of relief. We have to find some shelter for tonight. Who knows what might lurk in the darkness. I haven't seen any tributes today. There could be some hiding in the forest.

I trudge through the crackling floor, my orange ensemble blending quiet nicely with the fall leaves. In normal circumstances, I'd be grinning from ear-to-ear. If I blend in, nobody can see me. But the fact that everyone's wearing the same thing leads me to believe that it's best to stand out in the arena. At least, everyone else should be noticeable. That way, avoiding or even killing them would be much easier.

Although, at the rate that we're proceeding through these games, it's much more likely that the latter option will be the more common one.

There's only eleven of us left. Ten more must die before somebody is able to escape this arena. It probably will be one of the Careers. The victor's brother isn't going to be able to survive. It's pretty obvious that the games were rigged to kill him.

A loud burst of music is heard over the silence that almost always comes hand-and-hand with night. The sky lights up with the Capitol's seal, and the obviously electronic notes are played, seemingly with an increasing volume.

"Shut up will ya... stupid anthem..."

I had to stay awake. It would be pretty important to know who died. I know that four more tributes are dead though; the cannons really are almost deafening with their blasts, signaling the stopping of a heart.

The District 5 girl appears first. Huh. I thought that she'd be able to last longer, with her bloodthirsty aura about her and all.

Then Agatha's face is revealed. I instinctively turn my head away, feeling the guilt rush through my veins.

Then, both tributes from 11 pop up. Estelle and Cole. I sigh, inhaling the warm air into my lungs. If there was anybody who really didn't deserve to die, it was the thirteen year old. Thirteen... She was the youngest...

The colors fade, everything seems to be back to normal.

But it's not. And nothing will ever be the same.

None of the people from that large, strong alliance are dead. Sure, they didn't exactly seem like the normal, stereotypical bloodthirsty career tribute, but they were much more agile than us. They're trained to kill the weak. It's likely that we'll all be wiped out before the week's end.

I gaze at the trees, the branches just above my hea-

Branches! We... We could make a fire or something... But it's warm, so I don't know what it would be for... The water perhaps? Can you even boil water through the jug? I pull out the un-purified jug from the bag, peering at it. It seems doable... I think.

"Hmm..." I murmur. I snap some branches off of the low-hanging trees, wondering how this would work.

[[gathers one bundle of firewood]]

"Hey, do you think we can boil water using this? We'll need matches though... Or flint..."

As soon as I stop speaking, I cough. My throat's extremely dry. I put the possibly bad water back and pull out one of the purified jugs, slowly sipping it until there's nothing left.

[[drinks purified water]]

I spot some more plants nearby. This place really does have a lot of medicinal herbs. I take some and rub it onto the scabs that have erupted from my previous wounds. I think it's working. I make sure to take extra for another day

[[uses medicinal herbs, collects bundle of medicinal herbs]]

[Tori]

Clarisse's legs hurt from walking all night. They had made it through the anthem, seeing Agatha's face on the sky. Little emotion was present in her stare. The girl had meant nothing to her. Will found a spot to camp at and they threw their bags down. "Nap time?" Clarisse chimed in sarcastically. She really was tired, however.

Will ran over to some trees and came back with a bundle of fireword. She smiled at his question. "Maybe someone will send us something." She looked up at the sky, almost as if to ask. She might not have any sponsors, but if she did, she wanted them to know what she wanted. "We could easily boil water if we need more, I filled up another jug at the creek."

With that in mind, she pulled out the other jug and drank from it. And then seeing the bundle of leaves, she sat down and ate as well. it had only taken her about 30 minutes, but she liked the response time. A silver parachute fluttered down and landed in front of her... holding flint. She smiled and showed it to Will. "Guess we have some fans."

(occ: sorry it's so short. I delievered the parachute now because it was put done as a knife earlier, and I didn't want to confuse everyone.)

[shrimp]

will atlas

The girl simply watches as I frolick to and fro, looking for anything that might be of assistance. There's only two things that really create fire: matches and flint. I don't think that flint would be randomly strewn around here, and I saw some matches at the cornucopia. So if my intuition is correct, we're out of luck. We'll have to hope that we're able to get a sponsor or two in order to boil this water.

But who is going to sponsor two kids from non-career districts? Sure, I somehow killed two people, but that was by accident... both of them were. My mind starts to draw me back... no.

I can't... I've realized that thinking about all of them just brings back the intense colors, the nightmarish reality. I can't... I can't go through that again.

But I watch as she eats, while I continue to sip my water. All is silent for a while as the wind rustles through our hair. Her intentions are good, but there's a fight likely going on right now, so we won't be on the screen. It's not likely that anybody is going to hear our silent plea for a little bit of help.

Or not. As the silver-hued parachute floats downwards, my eyebrows raise in shock. We actually have sponsors? I guess that's good - we'll be supplied with items, hopefully. But that means that we're on the gamemakers' radars as well. That's not something I'm looking forward to. I don't want to have to face a horde of mutts tomorrow.

This could work though. This might just work. As the parachute is opened, I realize that our prayers really have been heard. The flint could save our lives. I slowly take the water bottle, and look at it. Can we even boil water in this? It might just explode... But we might as well try it.

I turn to Clarisse.

I'm going to start the fire now I guess, so we can boil the water?"

So with the firewood made, and the flint ready to be used, the water bottles are boiled.

[[boils 2 bottles of water]]

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[WT]

((OOC- No introduction for this one, sorry. Do you have any idea how hard it is to work up muse for inanimate objects?))


The wooden toe of a pointe slipper, beautiful in the same way a finely-crafted mace is, clonked Will. It seemed wrong that such a delicate-looking thing could be a weapon, but that's the Games for you (not to mention, of course, that shoes have long been underestimated). The shoe that followed was much less aesthetically pleasing- it was a somewhat clunky skate of the type worn by hockey players, and was designed more for sturdiness than for beauty. Nonetheless, this blade, which flashed in its descent, was just as hazardous as the other- indeed, in some ways it seemed more so, for its appearance engendered a first impression worthy of much more trepidation.

((Shoes attack Will))
[dice=200+7000]
[dice=200+2000]
(broken right collar bone, 6.5; block, 0)


Clarisse, too, was touched by the shoestorm; after all, she could hardly escape, given the amount of footwear raining down. Both her assailants were just as intimidating as Will's first; one was a heavy combat boot, the type with thick soles and metal buckles all the way up, and the other was undefinable but seemed to have been designed to make the person wearing it about six inches taller.

((Shoes attack Clarisse))
[dice=200+7000]
[dice=200+7000]
(gash/bruised left wrist, 3; broken right foot, 6.5)

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