a taste of the past // [Eric.Winnifer]

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When he had chosen to sign up for the "ultimate Hunger Games fan experience", Eric Rhodes had not had the slightest clue what that intended. And once he had learned of the details - that he was to embark on a scavenger hunt through an arena that had seen so much death and despair - his new wish was that it would be anywhere but the deserts and plains of the 58th Arena. She had been there. And she had come out of the arena too after having been the one reason that nobody else came out alive. Lethe Turner was the victor. She survived while nobody else did. And it had all taken place in the one arena that Eric wished to not enter. But after climbing into the hovercraft and spending a good deal of time inside, he knew deep down what he would fine once he arrived.

Plains extended out all around me in every direction. Straight ahead was the golden mass that was the cornucopia. Lights from the sun reflected off of it, blinding me almost instantly. Covering my face, I looked around me, ensuring that this was in fact the arena that she had fought for her life in. It is, Eric. You're where Lethe was. And sure enough, I was right nearby the metal plate that she came up from on the first day of the 58th Games. I was near the Victor's plate. I was near her plate. The mother of my child had every reason to hate this place and now here I was, playing a fun game in it simply because it sounded interesting to have items that would be so valuable. But now, this was starting to sound like hell for me. What will she think?

It was only at that moment that I acknowledged the presence of my partner for the experience. Turning towards her and clearing my throat, I carefully began to speak my words. "Uh hey. I'm Eric."

"So are you ready?"


[[ooc; so I figured I'd start with a short post cause it's blitz day. If you wish to have longer posts, just let me know!]]

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As soon as Winnie stepped off the hovercraft, she felt uncomfortable. It was the Desert arena that she had hated, even when her father had created it. Hot sun caused beads of sweat to form on her brow and she could feel the foundation melting off her skin. Her father had signed her up for this 'Scavenger hunt' but she hadn't really wanted to go. As she looked for her partner, she saw a guy a few years older than her a few feet away from her. "Um, hey, I'm Eric" he said. She smiled. "Hi, I'm Winnifer, but you can call me Winnie, and yeah, I think I'm ready. It's just really hot in this arena don't you think?" she said, wiping the sweat along with a whole ton of foundation off her brow. She looked around the arena, wondering what they were supposed to be looking for. "So, what do we have to find?" she asked, looking at the list of items and the map of the arena.

ooc:Sorry it took me so long to reply and that it's really short but since this is a blitz I guess it should be alright

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It's only been, like, ten minutes since we got here. Why am I already sweating? It was true. A thin layer of dampness had formed on his skin by now as the sun beat down on them. She was right. It was quite hot. Why isn't there any snow? A few questions kept his mind entertained as he looked around their initial whereabouts some more. Just a bit to his left was a decently sized blood pool, one that must have come from somebody during the bloodbath. It made him sick to his stomach just to imagine it. To imagine as somebody fluidly moved with a weapon in their hand and managed to lop of somebody's head, or something along those lines. He wouldn't have been strong enough to handle the consequences of murdering somebody. She was able to do it. That's how much stronger she is than I am.

"I'm not sure. Just look around, I suppose. Anything that looks like it might be important." It was terrible advice but really, he knew no better. This wasn't the kind of scavenger hunt he was used to. No list of items was handed out beforehand. Simply the things they'd need to keep from being dehydrated and hungry and the knowledge that some items could be found throughout the arena. "Why don't you check around that side of the Cornucopia?" After speaking, he made his way up to the golden horn, shielding his eyes from the blinding light reflections. With his glasses sitting on his nose, it seemed to be twice as bright as it should have been. Which is why he didn't see it sticking up against the horn. Luckily, it didn't stab through his leg but rather bump it, causing him to look down.

By his left foot was a dull white object with a dark red tip. Carefully retrieving it, Eric began to notice the details. It's a tusk. It was common knowledge by all Capitolites that there had been an elephant graveyard in the 58th Arena. There was bound to be many tusks lying around somewhere. However, as far as Eric could remember, the elephant graveyard was across a decently sized marsh and not nearby the Cornucopia. But it was then that he noticed what the dark red colouring along the tip was. Blood. It had been dried, having obviously been sitting in the heat for a long time. The memories flooded his mind at that point. A fight in the graveyard between a boy and girl. It had been fairly even matched until he fell and found himself impaled with a tusk. The tusk that was now in Eric's hands.

Gage's tusk. He had found his first item. He smiled, finding new motivation to continue looking for more. In all honesty, the item scared him. However, if it meant leading him towards an item that Lethe had maybe used, he would gladly pick up items that had to do with the history of the dead tributes. Placing it in his bag, he began searching once again, only after calling out to Winnie. "I found one!"