{SAIL. [gw vs ggs]

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Dry. Dry like an ocean bed in the blistering heat of the desert. Dry like a cough from somebody who has been sick. Dry like clothes after they are left out to get rid of the dampness. Dry like my throat after going so long without water. It's evidently stupid to avoid such an essential part of life. I didn't really think of it either. That was the last thing on my mind. Getting food and water was definitely just as important as watching your back and being able to fight. However, my mind was elsewhere. Just moments ago, I had done the unthinkable. Aenor had been attacked by everybody. Even I swung with my machete in her direction. I had actually cut her. It was a deep cut too. And normally, that was fine. It was fine to attack another tribute and it was expected to eventually attack an ally. But she was my district partner. That wasn't fine. It still made me feel sick. Which didn't help with the dry throat issue.

But, if I lived and held on to all my regrets, wishing that I could've done things differently, I wouldn't be here today. I would be living in the Capitol with my family. Maybe I'd be dead in the desert along with Dashica and Pilot. Dead in here. Dead anywhere. I wasn't one to hold on to things for the most part. The odd thing here and there when it really bothers me but not like I have in this dammed arena. I could feel like it was changing me. Like it was making me a cold and calculated monster. I wasn't the embarrassing kid from three. Gage was a killer. That's what I was. Did I like any of this? No. A million times no. I hate all of this. Every last bit of these Games. To think that there were people who enjoyed watching and even some who enjoyed participating baffled me. It was horrid.

Although, I was still here with a Career. Soyala Delaire. She was the first person I met in the training center. We had a bond from the on. And after Seah left and Aenor ran when she could from the fight, we were the only two left and there was no way we were leaving just yet. I did trust Soyala as much as anybody could at this point in the Games. It was still scary knowing that she could want to kill me at any point. Hopefully I wouldn't be an easy kill. There's also Hawthorn. We had briefly exchanged names after the fight, having been the last ones left there. The girl in their alliance had left, the other boy had died and Aenor had ran. There was a part of me deep inside that hoped she died right there. But that was the monster part of me that wasn't me. It was the arena. The arena was getting to me and formed a different person. I hope.

Walking slow wasn't my choice really. The energy wasn't there. The night had been rough. We had made camp by the bottom of a tree, carefully setting up a bed for everybody. My eyes traveled up to the sky, watching as the boy's face popped up. Ludwig? Was that the name that Hawthorn shared? Ludwig from Seven. Another dead. One less competitor. Ten left competing for the glory of being a Victor. One competing for life afterwards. I didn't care about the popularity or the nice house or the attention from girls. No, I only wanted to go home. We'd have to go through eight others if any of us three wanted to make it back alive. Eight more people. I had killed two so far. Could I kill eight more if it was needed? I doubted it. The tears that streamed down my face as I sat alone in the dark was enough proof to convince me that I am not strong enough for this. That it'll get the best of me if I don't fight it.

Waking up was just as bad as trying to get to sleep. Stiff limbs were the result of not having enough liquid in my system. That's what I believed at least. The other sleeps hadn't been nearly this bad. Stretching out my limbs as I walked around, I formed a checklist in my mind of things to do. Alright, you've got to get water. That was a definite task. There was no doubt in my mind that I was on the way to dying. Dehydration was already setting in. The headache was already there. It didn't help with the situation. You need to get a fire going too. Maybe get some food. We had enough food. I still had a few plants in my bag and I'm sure Soyala could go out and hunt. Maybe Hawthorn too. He was from nine. They used to hunt. Food wasn't as necessary but it was a good idea to get it while we could.

Bandage up. That was another thing that we should think about doing. None of us were in desperate need of it though. We were all pretty healthy apart from needing the water. Maybe it would be good to just play it safe though. Making my way over to my bag, I prepared for the first task. Get water. And as if the Capitol could hear my thoughts, a silver parachute began to fall in our direction. I watched it carefully while Soyala went to get it. She leaped up into the air and snatched it. "Let's go get some water." I mutter, offering my hand out towards Soyala for her to take so I can help her through the soft terrain. Now to find the water. It was a marsh after all, so the water would be easy to find. And just like that, a large pool of water was visible to the north, at least according to the compass.

I ran up, holding my bottles in my hand. Getting down on one knee, I quickly filled them up, bringing them both back to our camp. I placed them on my blanket that had I had set up earlier, neatly arranging them. "Now to get a fire going." I mutter, heading off towards an area with high grass and fallen logs. Collecting firewood was fairly easy. The station trainer had helped me with figuring out what kind of wood was the best for burning with the least amount of smoke and what was the best for attracting the attention of tributes for a trap. We weren't ready for a trap though. So, I grabbed what resembled the wood that gave off the least smoke, bringing it back towards the fire. The sun was bright enough today and definitely hot enough for me to attract the heat.

And immediately, the small trail of smoke appeared, the ashes beginning a fire with the wood. Placing the bottles over top one at a time, even including Soyala's which she filled, I boiled them until all the disease they could have had were surely gone. "Oh, Hawthorn." I look up, tossing him one of the bottles from our boiled pile. I'd give him other things later. "Now, I'll be right back. Going to go see if I can see anybody." Pushing myself to my feet, I make my way over towards a higher point. Climbing up the hill wasn't a big deal really. And looking out across the landscape was perfect. I couldn't deny that it was beautiful. Even if there were teenagers being killed in it at this very moment. And for now, things seemed safe.

Until I heard the crack of a stick and I turned around to see a dog like creature coming my way. I set off in a run back to the camp, holding my machete tightly against my waist just in case. The two of them were still there so I sped up, already feeling the pain down my legs again. "Mutts!" I scream, turning around as I arrived to fight against the dog things. and just as the first came forward, I slashed out with my knife, hoping to fend them off. I couldn't die now. Not when we finally got water. This wasn't the end. It couldn't be.

[[First Granadillo ; Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
[[Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage]]

[gage has collected water in two jugs, made a fire with his skill and boiled all of the jugs of water for everybody]



[[ooc; I didn't know if he could also attack using stealth after collecting and boiling water...so, if he can't then I'll just remove the attack. If not, it's here.]]

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I made it in my mind because
I blame it on A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel cries
I blame it on my own sick pride
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
SAIL.

I wanted Aenor dead. It's as simple as that.

If it hadn't been for the split second of a replenishment of thirst, I would've killed her. And I didn't care. From the moment I'd made contact with her, from the moment I'd watched her feet drag themselves up the stairs at the Reaping, from the moment I'd seen her receive her Training Score, from the moment I saw her make googly eyes as Seah, from the moment I'd shyly muttered out my name, from the moment I'd stepped foot on the soggy Earth around me, and from the moment my silver opened her skin, I wanted her dead. It was shameful that it'd taken four days to realize this. My voice, no matter how much I rejected its words and manipulations, had told me this last night. My eyes stared at artificial stars, Gage's body warmed me. It wasn't that I needed warming, the sun had seemed to get even closer to the floating sphere we all floated on, but it ignited a flame within me. That even I, through all of my frustration and teeth grinding, that I would have to kill him, too. Even if my blade was not the one to slice his neck, I would still have killed him, for he couldn't live if I did. And living was what I wanted most, more than Gage. But as I watched the stars, I was happy. I was content at that moment, because he didn't have to die then. I still had a chance to make him mine.

And as I watched and as he slept, my eyes flickered. They would blink and jolt to the right and then to the left, and my hand would cradle the stump I had as an arm, and my fingers would pull at the stitches, as if they knew that Aenor was the one that had sewed my wound up. It was as if my extremities were trying to tell me something. Like she'd... she'd did it to harm me. It was before I'd realized I wanted her dead. That was when my fear still was a threat, when trust existed. She poisoned you, y'know. Or at least, she tried to. That's why it itches so much. She poisoned me, I knew it. My fingers were right. It was only a matter of time before the black thread had successfully tore the strings out, allowing a small ooze of blood to seep out. Enough to coat my hand.

Blood has benefits, y'know? You should taste it. It was unusual to let myself listen to as much as what it was being said. Maybe a few words every now and again, but never full phrases. I'd contemplated through the two other nights about my voice, and that it wasn't good. I still wanted two parents that I could talk to before I went to bed, and feel embarrassed when they took me places and someone I knew was there. Really? What comes with it? A lot of things. Energy, strength, power, intelligence. Victory. I liked victory. I needed victory. I licked my hand.

With the rustic taste of blood in my mouth and a gnawing at my stomach, I watched as the Anthem played, and I watched as District 7's male tribute's face flashed for roughly 3 seconds before an announcement of 11 left, of 10 kills until I could live.

I slept.

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Fortunately, when I woke, there were not mutts nor was there a single or group of tributes threatening to attack. All there was was a gnawing hunger and a threatening thirst, one that left the insides of my mouth puffy. It was ironic that I hadn't drank water yet, but for 3 days, and the beginning of a 4th, water was no where to be found. The ground that we slept and walked and cried on was moist, and water was near, but it hadn't been found.

Gage was gone, that was fine, there hadn't been a cannon. He'd be back soon. And when he did get back, there was water, and water, I drank.

And soon after came two mutts, but I was awake, they'd be gone in no time, just like Aenor should've been.

[attacks Lula]
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[cameron]

LULA THE GUARD GRENADILLO.
A chuckling sort of noise could be heard emitting from the beast's vocal chords, a rather melodious noise strange for a creature of such a nature. Dizzily, Lula meandered around the area, trying to crawl in a straight path; however, her recent plant intake—of which her loving, badass mate had advised her not to partake of—had given the beast quite the pounding headache doubled with lightness and insane bliss, dizziness, and slower reaction speeds. Of course, the muttation would later regret her decision very much, as it just might end up costing her life.

AYU THE GUARD GRENADILLO.
Shaking her rocky head, the creature, slightly smaller than Lula by half an inch or so, followed closely behind her mate. At this point, Ayu was mainly a protector of sorts, keeping her lover out of trouble at all costs. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was that caused her to be attracted to Lula... could it be her rocking curves? It was possible. Or her soothing voice, combined with her passion? Or was it the fact that it was never boring with her mate? Just like now. The grenadillo had fallen into a drunken, silly state, and even though Ayu should be pissed at Lula for the fact that she didn't listen, the beast could do nothing but smile a rocky grin as she stepped behind Lula.

And then, someone slashed out at Lula, hitting her barely with a weapon. She hadn't been focused; distracted by her mate's beauty and perfection, Ayu grunted and shook her head. She was readying to charge at the first attacker when someone else swung at her lover, and so Ayu leapt in front of Lula to protect her, taking the second blow as her own.

Ayu then reared back and clawed out at the smaller human.

[attacks Soyala]
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[attacks Soyala]
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[Snakebird]

Hawthorn Fray, District Nine
Immediately after that Aenor girl attacked Ludwig, he killed himself. I wasn't as affected by his death as I was by Juno's, but that might have been because I had become more calloused to death now. Or maybe it was the fact that I had had time to prepare for Ludwig's death, as opposed to Juno's sudden end via mutt. That was most likely the case. He wanted either me or Sylvania to win, which was good. Suddenly, Sylvania ran off, followed by the Aenor girl. I really wanted to follow her, but I didn't. Looking back that wasn't the best idea. The boy stepped forward, introducing himself as Gage. I replied in turn, “Hawthorn Fray, District Nine. Allies?” Apparently we were, and we stayed in the swamp for the night. Ludwig was the only one to die that day, which was a huge change of pace from the last few days.
I woke up later than the other two and I ate the plants I had been storing in my bag for the past few days. They were walking back from somewhere, and carrying jugs of water. Gage tossed one to me, and then walked toward a hill in the distance. Soyala was near him, and I was back at camp, absent-mindedly poking at the fire. I drank some water, and then snapped around when I heard Gage shouted about mutts. Soyala and Gage both attacked them, but I wasn't nearby, and ran to catch up. I wasn't fast enough to prevent both of the mutts from jumping at Soyala, and tearing her armor. I saw a bit of blood spring up, but it didn't look major. Hopefully I could get there before anyone got killed. If anyone got killed.

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The scariest mutts that we had faced so far were the jaguars. But then again, they were the only mutts we have faced. Now, that title was easily stolen from the brightly colored cats and was given to the rough looking dogs that were threatening us now. They definitely scared me. There was nothing friendly or cute about them. They were mutts. The both of them wanted me dead. Except, Soyala must have angered them as she opened up a deep wound on one of the mutt's foreheads because they both turned around and attack her, tearing her armor to shreds. Had it not been there, she would've been seriously injured. I counted my blessings that it was. That we had won the wealth. Else we would have been screwed against these mutts. They weren't too strong by the looks of them but who knew. Maybe a few more stabs with a sword would help.

I ready the weapon while looking at these mutts. I suppose it was better to fight these mutts than another tribute. And if we saw Aenor in the marsh, I was positive that Soyala would want to fight, as well as Hawthorn. After all, she did land the last attack on the boy before he killed himself in front of all of us. Maybe she'd get caught up with the girl and get killed that way. It sucked to think of that but maybe it was for the best. I didn't want to do it. But if somebody else did, it'd be a lot easier. Hopefully. I wouldn't be able to kill her myself. And to win the Games, I'll need to be able to kill my enemy. So, if I was basically told that she couldn't make it, whether it was because I saw her body pulled up into the air or her picture in the sky, I couldn't complain.

See, here I go again. Hoping to see my previous alliance member dead just so I could live. It wasn't right. Obviously, it was needed. But still, it bothered me. Seah had obviously lived through the day. His face hadn't peered down from the sky yet. Part of me was happy. The other part was afraid. Afraid that I'd have to face him too. I push the thought behind me though, trying to focus on the situation at hand. These mutts needed to die. They were competition too, in a way, although they couldn't win. However, they stood in my way of making it home to smell the coffee shop one last time or to hear the rattling of machines all day. I would want to hear Pilot's laugh once again and feel Dashica's arms wrapped around me as mine were wrapped around hers. That's all I wanted. And two mutts wouldn't keep me from that.

[[Ayu ; Knife]]
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[[Miss -- 0.0]]

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[skylarversion2]

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller. D8 so tired and stuff xD

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[cameron]

Filler for Skylar because he's impatient and blah. Lula drunkenly stumbles in front of Soyala's attack and takes it. So now they're at about equal damage. Ohyeah.

Then they locked eyes, expressing their love for each other, before each took a different person and attacked.

Lula goes for Gage.
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Shallow cut on neck 4.0

Ayu goes for Soyala.
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[Snakebird]

By the time I get there, Soyala has sliced another mutt. Gage missed when he attacked, which I suppose would be funny, if we weren't fighting for our lives. The mutts get two more attacks in, and need to be killed quickly. I slice at the one that attacked Gage, aiming to kill.
(attacks Lula, knife)
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For the most part, I was watching everything around me. Everything seemed to slow down to a near halt as the mutts prepared for another attack. Soyala had cut deep again. She was doing great. I, on the other hand, couldn't even hit with my machete. It was embarrassing considering I had done that in the beginning. I didn't like to think about it. When the knife came in contact with the eye of another tribute, ending their life immediately. That was luck, I think. But now my luck was gone. And it appeared like Soyala was the one who was keeping me alive now. I couldn't just let her do that anymore. Especially when the mutt cuts her again and brings her even closer to the death that the dogs should be facing. I'm just about to slash forward when the other one scratches across my neck, leaving a shallow cut.

It was quite a shock. I hadn't really received very much physical injuries yet. Which was definitely a good thing. There were people who were suffering from lots of physical things while I was fairly alright. Like Soyala. But as a team mate, I couldn't let Soyala down. And when Hawthorn missed the other mutt, the one that attacked me, I felt like I needed to help. Clearing my mind as I closed my eyes, I readied my knife. Soyala was in trouble. She couldn't take this much longer. The mutt that we had been attacking was fairly weak. We needed to kill it and then worry about fixing up any injuries we currently had. It wasn't going to be helpful to sit around. To sit around and miss was even worse. I pull my arm back and finally slash forward at the mutt who attacked me, praying for something to save Soyala.

[[Lula ; Knife]]
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[[Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damage]]

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[skylarversion2]

I made it in my mind because
I blame it on A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel cries
I blame it on my own sick pride
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
SAIL.

It was strange to feel so confident one moment and then feel inferior the next. That an animal, even if it was artificial or not, could destroy a person. She was physically being destroyed, and the heavy armor that she once wore was now shredded and on the ground, a slight cut had ensued, and after one of the beasts had attacked Gage, the other had attacked her, but it had attacked her with much success. Blood spewed, and the one arm she kept slung out at the beast. She needed to gain her confidence back. She'd already been sponsored once, she could be again. She knew it.

[attacks Ayu]
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i made it to where i could keep it like this if i wanted to, lol. probably will edit.

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[cameron]

AYU ANGRY. RAAAGH. ATTACK GAGE.

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[Snakebird]

Filler Filler, Kill mutt, don't get blocked like last time. Kill it dead.
(Ayu, knife)
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And with Hawthorn's final stab, the dog was dead, joining her partner. Just like that, we had finished the fight. And it wasn't like it was easy. Soyala's chest armor was completely banged up and ruined. There would be no benefit from using it anymore. It did do its job though, protecting her from the strong attacks that the mutts dished out. We had done fairly well in this fight, fending off most of what they tried to do. Hawthorn was untouched. Soyala, not so much. And I was somewhere in the middle of that, both nearly untouched yet cut up fairly badly. The cut on my neck was nothing. However, when the animal gashed into my thigh, I felt that one. My hand immediately went to putting pressure on it as I clenched my teeth as tightly as possible. "Is everybody alright? They're dead." I mutter quietly, trying to keep from falling to the ground.

The pain quickly passed though, so I swung my backpack off my shoulders and pulled one of the water jugs out. The clear liquid looked so calm and clean through the side of the bottle, tempting me more than ever before. It seemed to have cooled down a bit from boiling it earlier, so I pop the cap off and take one sip of it, letting her wash down my throat before I take another. It definitely wasn't cold and refreshing but it was life-saving. That's all I wanted or cared for. Who cares if it was a bit warm. It was safe and it was going into my body, one sip at a time. I pulled the bundle of plants from my bag too, beginning to eat some of them to insure that I didn't go hungry either. And in no time, they were both finished. Both the jug of water and the edible plants that I had collected previously.

Making my way back to the water source really helped me realize that the cut wasn't too bad. I could still walk with it and with a bit of medical care, I'm sure it would be fine. Things were looking good so far. Placing the jug into the lake, I took a look around. And once the bottle was filled, I nearly ran back to our camp to avoid attracting mutts again. Our fire was still going so I gingerly placed the jug over to boil it as well. "Remember to eat and drink. And bandage up." I mutter, not caring if anybody else heard. Next, I pulled out my blanket, compass and a tablet, thinking that Hawthorn would need something to bring with him if we got split up. "Here, take these." After placing them beside him, I walked back over to my spot. I dropped down to the ground, pulling out my needle and thread to stitch up the wound on my leg. And after what seemed to be a long while, I had stitched it up fairly well. All I needed was something to bandage it with, but a quick glance into my bag said that I never grabbed one out of the Cornucopia pile.

"Hey Soyala? Can I borrow a bit of your bandage?" I ask, point at my thigh. She was banged up, sure. I would understand if not. All I needed was about five feet though. And then I'd be good to do all the other things I'd need to do. Otherwise, I'd be walking around with a stitched up wound with no bandage around it. Even though I wasn't a medical expert, I knew that wasn't entirely safe. I think. Either way, the mutts were dead and for now, we were safe. Maybe we could get some hunting done soon. To get some more food so we were ready to fight off whatever came our way. And maybe bring us closer to victory. That's all I could hope for. We'd have food, water and safety. All we needed were deaths. Deaths of other tributes so we, or I, could get closer to the end. To my family and to my friends. To life.


[gage has drank from one safe bottle, filled that empty jug up and boiled it until it was safe. he also ate his safe plants and then used his needle and thread to stitch up his gash. also gave his blanket, compass and one iodine tablet to Hawthorn.]

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[skylarversion2]

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope

"Wow, you're a genius. They're dead? For real. Stop lying! Pfft, look at them, they are so alive. Just look at 'em squirmin', look at 'em killing us. Oooooh, they are so not dead. " If the sarcasm hadn't been obvious, she didn't care. Her body was gashed, opened, damaged, and she feared for her life. It took two dog beasts to realize that she could die as quick as anyone else. There was no invisible hand that would guide her through the Games, she'd have to do it herself. "I know they're dead, just like Aenor should be.

The fight was finished, and there were no sounds of the beasts being poisonous. If Gage or Hawthorn didn't turn their backs on her, she wouldn't on them. They didn't have to die then, she needed them. Besides, Gage was hot, and her tongue still hadn't licked him. With the bloodied blade by her side, she sat on the ground, her back against a tree. It reminded her of the days where she would converse with herself about her innerworkings, about the voice in her head. Her bag rested against her, open at the top, filled with items. It was an annoyance to pack around, but she clamped on to it as if it were her lifeline. As if losing a switchblade would make her heart stop.

Pulling out a jug of water from her bag, she dumped a bit on top of her head before filling her mouth with it. It'd been such a long time since she'd drank anything that the lukewarm temperature did not phase her. The sun beamed down from above, as if it were an intangible flame that seared skin. Even through the gold shirt, her skin burned. And with a large gash to go with it, she was miserable. Gage was off to the side and muttered to not forget to drink and bandage up. Soyala was unsure if she enjoyed how he tried to take the position of the leader, it made him seem like he was saying things just to make sure he still had a voice. "I know, I know. Bandagestitchdrinkhunt, I'll do what you want." Soyala Delaire! Don't say things like that, you might anger him. Chill. If you haven't noticed, his attacks aren't exactly the best. It was strange that she'd actually started communicating with the voice again. For months, she'd cut herself off from the voice, but lately she'd found herself allowing her self to delve more into it. She would not let the old ways surface, she was still Soyala. Right? Says the girl who can kill nothing but a rabbit. And I'm not too happy about that either.

"Shut up!" she yelled, angered and frustrated. She let out a grunt. At that moment she didn't care that the others didn't know what she was talking about, who or what she was talking to. She was angered not at her voice, but at herself. It was true. She hadn't killed anything. Why was it so hard? She'd killed the two most important people in her life, but when it came down to it, she couldn't kill anyone to save her own life, there was always someone else to help. She was doing no good to the viewers in Panem and the Capitol, she could sense it. Within her elbows and toes and fingers. She deserved a 2, and the reason why someone had been dumb enough to sponsor her was beyond her belief, and it probably didn't help that as soon as she got it she'd tossed it to Hawthorn for his own benefit. She couldn't keep anything else, her bag was already full.

But suddenly she felt embarrassed, like she'd farted in class while all was quiet. She couldn't be pushed that easily, or else she'd end up doing something she'd regret. With the heat unbearable, she found herself taking off her shirt, both for the convenience of stitching up her wounds and having the possibility of cooling off. She could feel sweat dripping down the back of her neck and soaking the straps of her bra. Stinging came as she spread her wound open, establishing just how deep the cut had went. "FUCK that hurts." She hissed as she pulled out a needle and some thread from her backpack, not allowing herself to talk her way out of it. She had to do it or she would bleed to death. The needle was curved and the thread was black, and she found difficulty as she began to stitch up the wound. And after she'd finished she repeated with a smaller one, which took much less time.

She threw the needle off to the side and stood up, after zipping her backpack and slinging it over her right shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Plants work," she muttered to Hawthorn, who'd went unscathed in the fight. "Lucky, you know. You could've died, but the mutts didn't like you, I guess. Or maybe they did. Whichever is the one that makes them not attack a person."

She turned on her heel and walked towards a gathering of plants on the ground, recognizing many from the station she'd went to during Training. Seeing Gage close by, she recognized few that would both heal and feed. "Off to your left. The dark green ones are good for eating, one's with the fuzzy leaves heal. Take 'em." What are you doing? He's in your alliance, but you didn't have to let him know how good you are at locating plants. I know. I just wanted to. Deal with it. After gathering a fair share of both edible plants and healing ones, she shoved some of both into her mouth before getting just as much as she'd eaten again, clenching them in her hand. The tastes were nasty and she knew her teeth would be greenish, but she didn't care.

She sat her bag on the soggy ground and unzipped it. She'd just remembered that she had bandages in there. It was convenient that the roll was split up into 3 segments, because everyone in her alliance needed it. She tossed Gage a segment, did the same for Hawthorn, and then somehow managed to wrap herself in them. She couldn't wait until the Capitol supplied her another arm.

"Say thank you." She began to drag herself back to the clearing where they'd slept. "You're welcome," she muttered. Her head snapped to the side and her sweaty hair wrapped around her head and stuck to her cheeks, her eyes widened. But all she saw was another rabbit, and she dove for it.

[attempts to trap rabbit]
[dice=2]
[failure]

It was alright that she hadn't caught it, she'd already ate today. She didn't want to get fat.

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[Snakebird]

After I killed that last mutt, we all kind of split up to do our separate thing. Gage gave me some basic survival things. I placed the blanket in my pack, and slipped the compass in my pocket. I put the tablet inside my pouch also. Soyala and Gage worked on healing themselves, and Soyala gave me some bandages. “Thank you,” I said to both of them, as I had forgotten to say it to Gage earlier. I looked for some plants, and found ones that were edible, and some I could use for healing. I spotted some animals around us, and tried to catch one.
[dice=2]

I dove and chopped the head off a rabbit that Soyala had missed. I held it up by the back legs, and set it down on a rock, waiting for it to be ready for packing up.
(collects 2 bundles each of medicinal and edible plants, and kills a rabbit)

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