Where There's Gold... <TEAM EXP>

[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~The Forest

The "rope" they used worked well. They were able to sneak through the Cornucopia once more actually. Blood still lay spewed all over the ground. They spent little time searching for extra supplies, but everything was stripped clean it appeared. Hopefully, Zinnia, Ailia, and Jeremy had made it out of the Blood Bath. He was almost sure everyone had headed to the woods. No doubt more lives would be lost today. Somebody was bound to bump into another tribute sooner or later. How big could the forest be?

"Be careful around here. Keep your ey--ears open for anything," he said as they entered the forest. Having a blind ally was not uncomfortable at all. A bit uneasy, but only because Archer worried about him. Being blind made him a potential target in the Games. An easy one at that. The only thing probably warding off the other tributes was the fact that Archer was there. He was sort of glad. He had made a good choice when allying with Arbor. The boy had also proven to be quite a useful ally. Since he was blind, he had shown great ability in his hearing skills.

The forest was vast. The tree were covered in frost, but behind the snow, you could somehow find some sort of lush setting. He pulled out his pickaxe and carried it at his side. Arbor was a little bit behind him. He tugged on the rope, signifying that he was still there. Archer worried about Arbor. He did know that this was a death match, and only one of them would walk away with his life, but he couldn't help but wish that they could both one day look back at this day and only remember this as a memory. A nightmare. But this place was already a nightmare. A hellish place where he had to kill to see the next morning.

He thought about the others. They had to be here. The bait was all set up. The first instinct would be to head somewhere concealed and what appeared to be safe. Not exactly. Where's there's gold, there's always a gold digger. The bait was all in the forest. With more than 1/3 of the tributes probably in there, it was perhaps the worst place to go in at this stage in the Games. But since it was on the eastern border of the Arena, Zinnia, Ailia, and Jeremy would have no choice but to enter the forest.

And now, neither would the tied up unpoised skinny boy and the blind homosexual. Nope. No choice.

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Jeremy trampled through the forest, he would be louder but thank God there was snow so all he could hear was the crunch of his feet against the white blanket. He looked into the trees occasionally, looking out for archers or just a crazy tribute who would jump on your back for your stuff. He didn't want to be murdered on the first day. He wanted to live.

At the Cornucopia he had managed to scavenge some good stuff. He had some stuff for survival and a battle ax. That would be fun. He had never used one before but, come to think of it, a gymnast with a battle ax could be a pretty deadly combination. He had his ax in both hands, next to his right cheek. He was ready for anyone to pop out, but he hoped they didn't.

Sweat singed Jeremy's eyes as he ran as fast as he could to where he would meet his alliance members. His hair seems to tear at his skin as the wind blew it hard against his forehead. His mouth was dry from all the running and he knew that wasn't a good sign. He needed water but he didn't want to waste any. He would wait until he was practically screaming with the pain of his mouth before he would even take a sip of the drink.

Jeremy looked up and froze for a minute. He saw a shape moving in front of him. He then heard a loud screech noise as he realized that the figure was a bird. He wanted to scream at the bird to shoo but he knew it would only get him killed and he didn't want that. He definitely didn't want that. He then realized what he could do as the bird flew closer. He swung his ax at it but he missed helplessly as the bird flew away. He needed more practice.

Jeremy was still running when he saw a small plant growing from the snow. Strange. He went over to it and looked into it just as a nasty bug flew out of it. The bug charged at him and Jeremy turned to run. The bug seemed dangerous … and angry. He eventually outran the bug but was even more out of breath by the time that he did.

Jeremy eventually came to where he saw his alliance “leader”. He walked up to him slowly, ax still at the ready, and murmured, “Can I still trust you?” It seemed like a dumb thing to say but it was the only way to find out for sure. Well, people did lie in this game but it would be much more dramatic if he just said no and then charged at him so he figured he could trust his answer.

Jeremy noticed the blind homosexual and frowned. He was here? Hopefully he knew not to get out of his sleeping area and go around cuddling with the other men. Ugh. He waned to kick him out but guessed that it was right to have a lot of people in an alliance … until the end. He picked up a snowball from the ground and felt of it, smelt it, and eyeballed it closely. It seemed normal. The snow wasn't poisoned or anything … at least as far as he knew.

The Capitol packed a lot of surprises in for the tributes. Salt water, killer monkeys, poison squirrels, massive explosions. It seemed as though their minds were never OK with just watching kids kill each other and go hungry and die out. They were sick. They were demented. But they had dang good food.

Jeremy also had to admit that most of the people in The Capitol were harmless. They didn't know any better. It was just the leaders and the dictators that ruined the world. The whole land of Panem could be so perfect if they wanted to be but no they had to kill off kids each year.

Jeremy knew that he was going to die. He was going to feel real pain. Not pain as in 'Ow! A paper cut!' or 'Ow! I bit my tongue!'. It was serious pain that would feel worse than any normal person could ever imagine. It was worse pain than any dweller of the Capitol would ever know of. It was he worst kind of pain in the world. Being betrayed by friends, loved ones, and even people you don't know. But ….. no one lived forever. No one ever stopped living. There was no beginning to this, it was all planned, and there is no ending for everyone will move on. There was going to be happiness. There was going to be peace. There was going to be the promise land. And no one could tell him differently.

[Tori]

The camera zoomed in at the silvery object now falling from the sky. Only moments ago a mentor had purchased a much needed item for a tribute. The silver parachute floated slowly down to the tribute, stopping to rest at his feet. Once more, the camera zoomed in, getting a glimspe of the spear that was purchased.

Awarded:
-one tiny silver parachute
-one spear

[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Oz Myrrh vs. Team EXP

Archer watched attentively as the silver parachute brought down the spear. He quickly jogged up to it, and picked it up, a dead smile sowed on his face. First of all, he knew what this meant. It was a sign from his mentor...He wanted Archer to---

"Can I still trust you?" Archer turned, wielding his new spear and armed himself quickly. Jeremy. Jeremy Houser.

"Oh, it's you. And yes, I suppose so." So Jeremy had made it out of the Blood Bath alright. But what about the others? Zinnia and Ailia? They must be following soon. Everything was fine and safe until he noticed another silver parachute flowing down not too far away. Archer put a finger over his lips, indicating to keep quiet. Slowly, slipping out his dagger and spear in one hand, he inched forward, pushing away the branches.

Peering from about 15 feet, Archer noticed a girl standing next to a tree. He followed her gaze, to meet with the boy from District 1. The one he saw back at the lake. Archer wasn't surprised. The boy had left only a little bit before Archer and Arbor. Come on, Archer...Just like training...He's just another practice dummy... He noticed that the boy looked beat up. Someone must have already found him and now he was making peace with the girl. By the looks of it, the boy had won. So he must've been a fighter then.

The boy was concealed in a tree, making it hard to aim. But Archer had just enough of a view to get a reasonably decent shot. Pulling back his arm, he threw forward his arm, releasing the spear into the airborne stage. His release was a bit early, but hopefully it would hit.

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[inFamousL]

Oz Myrrh:

(OOC: Seriously man? You couldn't wait after I at least got my bruises off?)

Oz was hit by a spear! It gave him a big gash. He turned and saw Archer Fields ready to kill him. Oz took out his Cleaver and his hidden blade. He ran to his opponent and lunged forward ready to chop his head off.

(OOC: Apperently... I can't run!)
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[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Oz Myrrh vs. Team EXP

The boy, who Archer now remembered to be Oz Myrrh, charged him, lunging his cleaver at him. Archer then slid away and recovered his spear. At what appeared to be the last moment, he lifted his up and the cleaver clashed with the spear. A block. A good one too. With the boy's attack deflected, Archer slid back and threw forward his spear in the process.

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[inFamousL]

Oz Myrrh:

Oz was thrown to the ground. But he quickly got up and said:

"Can't you just cut me a break?" He then attacked his opponent again by getting behind him and trying to lop off his head with his Cleaver. [dice=165+8065001][rand=342583186783374856472783326177757256906980081370366238928917904638]

[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Oz Myrrh vs. Team EXP

"Can't you just give me a break?" Oz called down. Archer didn't answer. He wasn't going to waste any energy talking. Anyways, he hardly spoke at all. He always more of the silent, weak type. Though, the Games were changing him. He was growing stronger. He knew it too. As he fought, 1/80th of a smile curled up on his face. Innocent eyes glowed on his face. The boy attacked once more and missed as Archer ducked. Archer flipped his spear and attempted an attack with the hilt of the spear.

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[inFamousL]

Oz Myrrh:

"Seriously??" Oz lunged at his opponent once more. He wasn't going to die like this! He wanted to live! He didn't wish to die! He needed to see his brother! He needed more time! Why wasn't his partner not helping?

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[Tori]

The winner of this fight is:
Quint
He is now free to kill Oz, spare hislife, or chopof both hislegs.
Basically whatever he decides.
May the odds be ever in your favour,Oz.

[Quint]

Archer Fields[/u]

Day One~~Oz Myrrh vs. Team EXP

Archer watched as the boy lay on the ground, the slash on his back, gushing out blood. He slowly walked over to Oz. "I'm so sorry, Oz," Archer whispered. No tears. Nothing. Not even a sore stomach. Or a feeling in his gut. Archer had entered his fight alive. He was no dead. Yes, Archer Fields was dead. Not physically, but emotionally. He was dead inside. And that's the way it would remain for the duration of the Games. The only way he'd be able to get home to his only family of his father and the friends he may formulate if he got back.

Dragging Oz back through the trees, Archer then took him under a tree. This way, they were both concealed from the cameras. For a few brief moments, everything was still. "Look bud. I'm sorry it had to happen like this. I have a family too. My dad. My mom died when I was born. My name is Archer Fields. I'm 17. I used to live in District 2. I'm socially awkward and I've seemed say nothing more than 2 words in high school. I just hope you may die knowing that I didn't want this," he whispered into the dying boy's ear. "I promise. I promise you, Oz Myrrh, that if I win, I'll stop this. I'll stop all of this."

And with those words whispered as silent as possible under a huge tree, Archer took out his dagger and quickly slid the knife into Oz Myrrh, immediately ending his life...Archer then got up, snatched Oz's supplies and cleaver. As he walked out, he leaned over and picked up a small silver box. Inside, were a small box of bandages. He sighed and walked away to his allies.

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[inFamousL]

Oz Myrrh:

Oz stood there. When Archer took him, he started to cry.

"Stop please! I don't want to die! I want to live! Please! I beg of you! Look into your heart! Stop this madness! I killed a person myself! It doesn't feel good! I will haunt you!" When Archer put him against a tree, he told him weird things. Before Oz was killed he said:

"That's bull! I hate you!" Then his neck was sliced, "I'm sorry brother!"

That was the end of Oz Myrrh.

[Quint]

-Possible End of Thread-

I'm not sure whether Jestina will flee by the time 10Stare logs on. So if she does, then this thread is most certainly ended. And if she somehow decides to stay, then we 'get rid of her'. So, if she flees, we're starting a new thread and hunting her down. Team EXP FTW...

EDIT: The thread has ended. We have a new one now.