Vamos A La Playa (SIAHL) Day 1

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The bloodbath was everything I was ever told it would be. Crazy, quick, fast. Yet somehow I managed to escape virtually unharmed, except for a little fall. I didn’t kill, which was great, but I did get some very strong attacks in with my spear.

What will he others will think of me back home.

Do they think that I’m evil, will they hate me. I shouldn’t care, I really shouldn’t. But I do.

The little girl Mahlah finished off the person who I did the most damage too, so in essence, it is my kill. The scary part is, I nearly don’t feel anything. Whether the feeling of being awful just hasn’t hit me yet, or it is something different, I don’t know. But something has to come eventually.

But what if it doesn’t come to me, what does that mean?

When I think of everything that has happened during my short time in the arena, I already feel like it would be better if this were just a constant fight, if there was no break. We did great in the bloodbath, destroying anyone in our path. The length of my spear did wonders for me.

I notice that I’ve begun to sweat, and that the weather is undeniably hot. My plain white shirt is starting to stick to my body, yet just as quickly it dries off. I’m going to have to stay extra hydrated if my body can keep up this equilibrium.

Why did I start attack though? What did that District Eight tribute do to me that caused me to thrust my spear into his calf? He probably attacked animals, so that is a fair assumption.

Still, it doesn’t feel right. At least he made it out of the carnage alive. So if he dies, it isn’t my fault.

Then there’s my fellow low district member, the girl from 11. She died, and I was the one who nearly killed her. That is my fault, and even though she had it coming for her by attacking me, I still don’t know why I attacked her. Sure, my alliance was doing it, but why? Why couldn’t we just pick up our stuff and run. In all that carnage, we only ended one kids life, and it was hers. Why didn’t we let her run off at the brink of death for something else to kill her?

Because she isn’t an animal.

She must hate animals. That is the key. Yet animals out here are life, and I need them for food. Even if I don’t want too, I have to catch them. I see a rabbit and I try to catch it. Hopefully I’m not like the boy from District Four in the 59th Hunger Games

[Walker Attempts to trap a rabbit]
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[1, caught]

Wow, that is one unbelievably beautiful rabbit. It's just so perfect. I hope my alliance doesn't see me starring at the rabbit the way I am, because they might freak out or something like that.

I keep wondering what I should call my new friend. Then it hits me. LeBlanc! My new friend is LeBlanc! What a wonderful name. "Don't worry, LeBlanc, I'm not going to eat you. You're my new friend," I say in a hushed voice while petting LeBlanc's back. I look around to make sure nobody notices, and I don't think they do.

Because I can't worry about my new friend, I put him in my backpack and zip the zipper nearly all the way up, but leave just enough room so the beautiful LeBlanc can survive.

Next, I go and fill up my two empty water bottles in the stream. We are going to have to purify the water later, and hopefully we can do it without attracting too much attention.

Once I do that, I pick up some branches off the ground to use for fires later, but not now.

I also throw away the non-combat boots I got in the bloodbath because those boots are good for nothing.

Then I flee the area with my alliance.

OOC: In this post, Walker attempted and caught a rabbit, filled his two jugs with water, picked up branches for fire making off of the ground, and got rid of his non-combat boots that were one of his bloodbath items.

He also leaves the thread and area.

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Mahlah Shea

Blood was drying on her hands, in between her fingers and into the creases in her palms. Mahlah was scratching at the congealing blood, trying to remove it from her skin but eventually gave up. Her helmet was a little big and moved around on her head. However, she followed Jae, Elon and Walker dutifully, her switchblade still in hand and her freshly gained bow and arrows slung across her back.

The face of the girl from District Eleven kept flashing in her mind. Her face, the life leaving her eyes. The blood rushing over her hands. Her switchblade, still covered in the girl's blood.

The crunch of the District 12 boy's wrist under her own fist. Her blade cutting off the boy from Eleven's fingers. She didn't say anything on the hike, just examined her hands, trying to figure out how so much blood could be in one body. The stuff was all over her white shirt and legs and arms. In her hair too, making the locks clump together. She took a moment to look at her alliance, giving Elon a concerned look. He had been beat up pretty bad in the Bloodbath and the hike was not agreeing with his battered body. Her mind still fuzzy with adrenaline, she stretched her bloody, bruised hand back to Elon to grab. Part of it was for her own comfort, but the other half was to encourage him.

I killed someone today. Why don't I feel any different?
It worried Mahlah how something so drastic could have such little effect on her. The blood did not even seem to be as big of a deal as it had been in the past. The girl had been in the Games for all of an hour, maybe, and she was already completely different. Would she die Mahlah Shea, or as this new girl in Mahlah's body?

Finally, they stopped in a dense forest by a stream, very different from the sand field of the Bloodbath. Kneeling, Mahlah looked at the contents of her backpack. Taking out the two water jugs, she filled them in the stream and then went off to gather firewood. Branches and limbs that were littered across the forest floor were the easiest for her to reach so she collected them. Sparking a fire took more time than she had wanted and her hands were sore from the effort. However, she got a flame going. She boiled her two jugs and one of Elon's before the fire sputtered out. Tossing aside a useless pair of sunglasses in her pack, she gathered another set of firewood and slipped it in beside her other supplies.

Elon pops out of the leaves for moment, chewing some plants and proclaiming that they were "okay." All she could offer was a weak smile. The thought of eating anything made her rich, Capitol breakfast want to make a reappearance. He looked hurt but she did trust him and his knowledge of plants. She made a note to herself to ask for them later.

Following her older brothers' lead she threw her pack over her shoulders, now heavier with the water and extra firewood, and started off again. Switchblade in hand and arrows across her back. Maybe it's the weapons she thought to herself I'm not helplessly watching the Games anymore. I can fight them off. The girl's mouth formed the tiniest smirk at the thought. Mahlah Shea a fighter and a killer, who would have thought?

Mahlah has:
-Made a fire
-Filled and boiled water for two of her jugs and one of Elon's
-Gathered extra firewood
-Fled the area

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

We're the lifers here till the bitter end
Condemned from the start

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When I am free from the bloodbath, I can see again. My pulse slows enough that I can grasp what happens around me, a few familiar faces surrounding me but only to gather as a group. I don't think at all that they're out to kill me. Senses returned, I know that it is Elon, Walker, and Mahlah, heading in the same direction and with the same ferocity in flight that carries us all away from the battle.

But it wasn't horrible - I only witnessed one death, I think, of Mahlah landing the final blow on a person I don't recall. She isn't so small after all.

Holding my head up, I make quick work to move away, rushing towards a forest of palm trees that looks promising. Everything looks too happy, so bright and sunny and blue. It's almost paradise.

We finally stop, and I spot a body of water. Quickly, just in case we've been followed, I pull out my empty jugs and fill them with water, then glance up at the trees. Some limbs have fallen, so I pick up those, flinging the into a pile and using the palm fronds for kindling, and then I take some extra just in case.

A few minutes later, as my allies go about their own business, a fire sprouts up in the sand. I settle the water jugs over it and let them rest there till I am sure that they're clean. I glance at my allies, who are nearly done with their activities as well.

And then we move..

But a shadow, bizarre and horrible, flies from above.

For a moment, I think it might be a parachute. Reyes got lots of parachutes, right?

But it's not.. not a parachute. As it nears, the figure of a mutt swoops down. I don't have time to hide my face or move out of its way - it claws into my eye with great force, and I don't even have time to scream, hardly. When the noise tears its way out of me the bird, so quick with mauling my face, is already gone. Blood drips down my cheek.

For the first time, I cannot see, though the entire country watches me on the cameras.

Tears stream down one cheek, blood on the other. I turn towards my allies, but slower than usual. I must twist around slowly, seeing each of them with my eye still intact.

"Is it.. is it bad?" I choke out, wiping the blood and tears off of my face and feeling the gashes the bird made above and below my eye. I can fix those, at least..

I move quickly, stomping in the sand, flinging myself towards the med kit to sew the cuts around my eye.

[[Gathers water in both jugs, makes fire with wood, boils water, gets extra firewood, uses needle and thread once]]

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