Camp at the Lake- For Now [Finished]

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Windy Mathers

Windy's lungs stung as she inhaled the wintry air. She couldn't remember the last time she ran this fast. Windy was running towards the lake- after all water was her strong hold. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another tribute, clothed in black against the pure white background. Windy veered to the left, the lake was big enough to for them to coexist. Windy didn't exactly want to kill that tribute- however if they made a move towards her she wouldn't hesitate.
Windy tore her focus from the tribute and looked forward only to see the lake a few steps away. Was she here already?! Windy tried to stop herself but she had gained to much momentum and in her effort to stop herself tripped over her feet and slid onto the ice face first.
She glided across the ice on her stomach to the middle of the lake before she finally stopped. Her cheek stung and she was too terrified to move. Slowly Windy placed her hand on the ice and carefully pushed up. The ice held so she put her other hand up and lifted herself into a sitting position.
Windy was totally vulnerable right now- she prayed that the tribute near by didn't have a long range weapon.
Should she stand up and walk? The chill of the ice was seeping through her coat and she needed to find cover. If the ice broke would the cold water be too much to handle? Windy was a brilliant swimmer being from District 4- but could she withstand water at this temperature?
Windy felt a little more daring today- after all she just watched two people die, that would be enough to drive someone crazy. Windy slowly stood up. Curse this black attire! Windy was on her feet, the ice below her boots. She looked up, it wasn't really that far to the edge, she didn't travel out as far as she thought she had.
Slowly Windy walked across the ice, putting as little pressure on the lake as possible. The water back at home never froze up like this- maybe a little at the shore but not completely solid! The only reason Windy new this was frozen water was because of stories the older crew mates told. The story was about a pompous ship captain who declared that he could sail through the toughest of storms. The next day when he was far out at see a strong wind blew across the ocean and froze it solid. The ship was stuck and the captain was unable to sail- thus being proved wrong.
Windy took another step, then another. Before she knew it she was placing a her boot on land.
Maybe the Gamemakers would give her a small break- probably not. Windy slipped her pack off and flipped the top up. The first thing Windy saw was a gleaming dagger on the top of the supplies in the back pack.
Would this take someone's life? Quite possibly. Windy closed her pack. She didn't have time to question human nature.

[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Windy Mathers vs. Archer Fields

"Wait here. I'll be right back," he told Arbor. "Stay still and keep quiet, alright? I won't be long." And with that, Archer silently stood up and dragged along his pickaxe. The girl who slid across the lake before was slowly fleeing from the lake area. He couldn't allow that. As much as humane as he wanted to be, the Games had begun. There was no way of winning without killing. Impossible.

He slowly went after her, careful not to be spotted by the boy from District 1 from the distance. Archer had already killed today. He didn't want to have any more blood on his hands, but he had to. No choice. No other option. No victory.

Archer then lunged forward, attempting to be precise as possible, and at the same time, swinging his pickaxe at the girl, hoping to land a hit. Possibly a deathblow.

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[sbeeg]

Windy Mathers

Windy clutched her backpack to her chest. She hadn't gotten the chance to look through it properly- she wanted to find Prenten, the boy from District 11.
She hadn't gotten far from the lake when some instinct stirred in the pit of her stomach, and when your in the arena you listen to those kinds of things. Suddenly pain was ripping up her right leg. All of Windy's weight shifted to her left side when she whirled around, and what caught Windy's attention was the pickaxe in his hand.
It had blood on it- her blood. Time was moving so slowly, the pain in her leg was growing from the bitter winds and Windy quickly shoved her hand into her pack. She threw the bag behind her holding the dagger in front of her.
A fight- already? Windy was terrified. She swallowed hard as time sped up again. The boy lifted in axe again and Windy's instinct kicked in. She lunged forward with her dagger, she didn't exactly want him dead- but she didn't want him swinging that axe at her anymore either.

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[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Windy Mathers vs. Archer Fields

His left leg felt a mild pang as he was struck there. No cuts luckily. Only a possibly bruising. He kicked the pain away and backed away slowly. "So, you come here, often?" he asked. He felt that he owed her some sort of happiness if she died here. Archer wasn't prepared to kill. No, not at the moment. Nonetheless, he swung forward.

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[sbeeg]

Windy Mathers

Windy pulled back, she didn't cut him at all- no blood, did she even hurt him? Windy gritted her teeth- could she win this fight? The boy was a whole head taller than she was, and with a dangerous weapon too.
"So, you come here, often? and now he was taunting her! Windy had enough of this guy. The boy lunged towards her with his pickaxe however Windy flung her right arm up, receiving a bruise on it- but that was better than a severed head. Windy smiled.
"Often enough," Windy said pulling back. Windy tightened her grip on her dagger and stepped forward, slashing at her opponent- who's name she didn't even know.

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Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Windy Mathers vs. Archer Fields

"Often enough." she replied coldly. So she played along. That was good. At least they both had the decency to joke around while they tried to end the other's life. His arm was bruised now. She had gotten both his leg and arm now. Not any injuries though. Archer had to say he was winning this fight at the moment. The cut on her arm was slowing her down a bit. Hopefully, he'd use to his advantage. He faked an attack, then swerved around and shot out his elbow.
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[sbeeg]

Windy Mathers

Windy stumbled backwards, her hands flying up to cover her nose.
Is it broken? She asked herself- most likely it was. The seriousness of the fight actually dawned on her. She could die right here, right now.
Windy wiped the blood from her face and tried to stand up straight- her leg was stinging like crazy and her bruised limbs weren't doing any better.
Come on- your not going to let this boy kill you! Fight back! FIGHT BACK!
Windy set her lips into a thin line and gripped her dagger.
She took a deep breath through her mouth and lunged forward, hoping that she could wound her opponent bad enough to make a break for it.

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[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Windy Mathers vs. Archer Fields

The girl, now with a broken nose, lunged forward once again, perhaps a desperate last notion. She was obviously losing the fight. With a broken nose and a cut up leg, the girl would need a miracle. Her dagger slipped past his arm, not making any contact at all, only to be blocked by the hilt on Archer's pickaxe. And with that, he attacked once more.

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[sbeeg]

Windy Mathers

Windy was screaming just about every curse word imaginable in her mind. How could her luck be so bad right now?
She gripped her dagger as if to attack again but her body throbbed so much, the open wound stung from the winter cold and the feeling of fresh blood on her skin was more than unpleasant.
Windy sank to her knees in the snow, she felt low- lower than dirt but she wasn't about to kill herself over some little fight that this obviously disturbed boy has started.
"Okay," Blood was in her mouth and throat and the feeling was more than uncomfortable. Windy looked up at the boy- would he kill her?
Mercy, please

[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Windy Mathers vs. Archer Fields

Archer watched with pity as the girl pleaded for mercy. He wiped the blood off his pickaxe and walked towards the wounded girl. She was scared. "Be careful out there, alright?" he said. "Lay off my back for the duration of the Games and we're cool." With that said, he cautiously went up to her backpack and took her apple. He bit into it, and walked away without another word.

-Continued in "Overkill"-

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[sbeeg]

Windy Mathers

Windy watched the boy walk away and when he was out of sight she slowly lifted herself up , cringing at the pain and stumbled towards her pack.
"I had an apple? Crap," Windy lifted her bag and shifted through it. A hat, a flashlight which might come in handy, and- a ice pick. She had two weapons? She might have won that fight if she had known that. She was now grateful all the boy took was an apple.
Windy's leg twitched and she realized she needed to do something. Windy decided the best she could do was numb the pain with snow. Well she wasn't sure it would work, but if it number her hands it could numb her wound.
She needed to find Prenten, but where could he be? He was from District 11, so used to heat, she guessed, but this was a frozen wasteland! Windy was looking around when a large stream of red liquid burst from the earth into the sky in the distance.
Red= warmth right? Windy slung her pack over her shoulder. Maybe Prenten was there- with medical supplies!
She quickly picked up a steady pace towards the odd area in the distance- plus it put some land between Windy and the maniac with the pickaxe.