The Bloodbath

[aya]

As always, I implore you to review The 55th Hunger Games Rules, particularly Sections V and XII. It may be a bit of reading, but they are vital for smooth operation of the Games.

It's very important that you PM me with the island you started on (in this case 1) and the island you intend to go to, assuming you live to the end of the day. If you do not send me this PM prior to the end of each Day, you will be forced to stay in the same spot for the next day. (Refer to Section XII at the end of the Hunger Games Rules for more information on moving from island to island) Remember that you can be in no more than one thread at a time.

This Games Day will end on Saturday, June 12. It is mandatory that everyone post on this thread by this time; anyone who does not do this will be killed. Additionally, you can't attack anyone who hasn't made their introduction. Introductions must be made by Wednesday, in the interest of fairness.

Also in the interest of fairness, you must wait for at least THREE people to post after your post before you may post again; at least one of these people must not be included in your alliance, if applicable. Any breach of this will result in 8 damage points being added to your score... let's call it Gamemaker Intervention. So don't.

EDIT: Also, please be sure to specify who you are attacking before you do the dice post. For example, if I were to attack Thundy in a theoretical fight, I would post:
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"These are the contents of my post in which I attack Thundy. I apologize for aiming a punch at her, but it is necessary for the sake of example.

(attacks Thundy)
[dice=137+8065000]"

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The Bloodbath Items List may be found here. For information on what do to with it, please see the list.

Extra Items Offered
After fulfilling the requirements detailed on the Bloodbath Items List, these items are available:
Raft -- (three available) -- a three-seater raft with four oars and a rudder. You must be one of the last three tributes/groups at the Cornucopia to claim a raft. Rafts allow you to move two islands away in one day, rather than one.
"The Wealth" --you must be the last tribute/group left to claim the Wealth
includes all unclaimed items, all items (excluding weapons) of tributes who were killed at the Bloodbath (weapons may be taken by their killer), in addition to:
-3 Empty Water Jugs
-9 Iodine tablets (for purifying water)
-Tarp
-Rope
-Sunglasses
-5 extra arrows
-5 extra blow gun darts
-5 throwing knives
-Combat boots (+3 feet)
-Gloves (+3 hands)


Today's Weather
Sunny
High: 101F (38C)
Low: 95F (35C)
Waves: Somewhat choppy
Wind Speed: 6mph (9kph)

Tribute Uniforms
-White tanktop
-khaki cargo shorts
-Orange life vest
-Wetsuit-style socks

As always, PM me with any questions.

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[GONG!]

Let the 55th Annual Hunger Games begin!

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[WT]

((OOC- Eew for speed-posting. Oh well, whatever.))

This was it, then. It all started today.

Aranica wasn't shaking. She had thought she would; she had thought this moment would terrify her more than anything else, even the private training session. She wasn't, though. The sun was shining and the weather nice, so there were no clouds to worry about; she was surrounded by grass almost as tall as her, so the area wasn't too open; she had friends here; and she was dressed pretty comfortably, for all that the life vest was a little bulky. This could be much, much worse.

In some ways, actually, the past few weeks had been better than the rest of her life. She had never thought having human friends would make such a difference, but... it had, it really had. Even while training, she had found herself having the time of her life. The building was stone, so there were rocks, and all the objects in her room were very nice. She rarely went outside, so she saw almost nothing of the clouds. There were hundreds of sights and sounds and smells in the Capitol, and she had drunk in as many as she could, desperate to make up for years of repetition and isolation. To top it all off, she had made her first human friends. She was happy, really, that she had gotten to do and have these things before her inevitable death.

Mind you, she hadn't been this calm the whole time. She had had a long cry about their deaths a few nights ago in her room. She didn't cry often, so it had been very scary, and she was grateful that her assigned avox, a boy a few years older than her, had decided it fell within his job description to comfort her. She had clung to him for a long time and sobbed into his shoulder, while he hugged her and pat her and the rock made up for his silence with its own stream of consolations. But no one had to know that, except for that lovely boy and the rock around her neck. She didn't want anyone to be sad on her behalf, and she didn't want to be reminded of being sad, because she had sworn to smile as often as possible this Games, just in case no one else remembered how to.

She put a hand to her hair, feeling the weight of it bound to her head. It had been plaited into one long strand, then her stylist twisted it and pinned it into place in a bun. Maybe she should have cut it, but the idea broke her heart; it had been four years since she had done so, and it was her only connection to the ever-so-dimly-remembered life she had had before the cave. Her stylist had sworn up and down and all around that this wouldn’t come undone, though, so it was okay- it wouldn’t get in her way.

A simple glance around showed her the tributes, and a pang hit her as she realized all over again how many of them would die soon. There were Papero and Nachele, Kale one spot away, and all the others, one after another. She found Dru easily, followed by the other members of her alliance. She would need to make her way to them quickly. She would need to do everything quickly, for that matter, if she was to stay alive without having to kill anyone. (She would rather get away with no fighting at all, but that wasn't possible, she knew. Not in the Bloodbath.)

The time was ticking down, she realized. She moved her hand from her hair to her necklace. "You'll help me, right?" she whispered.

"Of course."

She smiled through her fear and readied herself to run. A thousand comments and images filtered through her head at once- words and voices from her mentor and her stylist and the Capitol people, faces of her fellow tributes, colors of the hundreds of rocks she'd left behind in her District.

She wondered if, should she had a family somewhere out there, they were proud of her. There was no time to hope so, even though she'd like to. It was time to stop thinking.

Three... two... one...

[cinder]

Dru Charlesburg didn't know how flattering the Arena outfit was. She had stared at herself in the mirror, half for vanities sake and half for the sake of memorizing her face. There would be no mirrors in the Arena, this might be her last chance to see herself, clean and beautiful. She swept hair away from her face, cursing the little wisps that always seemed to fall out of any ponytail or braid her hair was put into. Right now her brown hair was pulled tightly back in a French braid that ran down her back and abruptly halted between her shoulder blades. The clothes she wore did not do much for Dru, but they certainly didn't work against her. Most things didn't do such a blasphemous thing, even Dru's picky, twig-boned stylist had muttered that it had been a pleasure dressing up such a pretty girl. The woman had patted her cheeks and walked out with a wistful expression on her face.

Now Dru was standing on her rising platform, picturing herself clean and beautiful next to an imaginary image of a bloodied, torn up girl who was simply skin on bones. That was probably what she would look like in a few days time, if the young Career lived that long. Suddenly her platform had stopped rising and Dru found her observant, ice-blue eyes drinking in the setting of this years Hunger Games from a whole new perspective. The Capitol had put camera's on platforms before to provide the viewers with what it looked like from a Tributes point of view, but they had not managed to convey the sheer terror and panic that set in when you were really here. Dru thought the Cornucopia should have a banner along its front welcoming the Tributes to Hell.

The seconds past far too quickly yet at the same time she had to have been standing here much longer than a minute. The ticker told Dru she had thirty seconds left. Thirty, slippery seconds that would pass by in the blink of an eye, much faster than the previous seconds had passed. Oh god, now there were only twenty left? What was that saying, times flies when you're having fun. Dru was now of the opinion that time flew only when you were facing imminent death, as she was now. Things seemed so much slower on the outside of this Arena, this select hell for innocent and not so innocent children.

Ten seconds left and her body was quivering with anticipation. Her mind blanked out and only one thought remained. Ten. Ha-ha, she had received a ten as a Private Session score, and now it might make or break her. If she could get her hands on her weapon of choice, Dru would be fine, but if not... ten seconds left and her mind cleared of even that primitive thought as instincts and training took over. The words of men and women back home, cheery instructors of the Capitol, her mentor and even her allies whizzed through her brain as the gong went off and Dru began to propel herself toward the Cornucopia.

[Deus Ex [Falx]]

Garrett stood firm, his eyes on the prize. The cornucopia.

So many choices, so many people to kill. He had to establish contacts with his alliance as so he could escape this bloodbath Alive. He looked around, he noticeed his fellow alliance members.

Nothing more to be done, Garrett assumed a sprinter pose and stared at the golden beauty. So far away in the water.


He heard the countdown, waiting for the gong. So close to the slaughterhouse he was ready to start.

[Skylar]

[[ooc: time spent outside of the arena is in this color, when time spent in is in this color

My whole life flashed before my eyes in an instant. As cheesy as it seems and is, it happened. I remembered even the times that I couldn't have any time else. My first steps, my first words, the times where my mother seemed like a stranger to me, my running away with Laura, the time I was bombarded with the 'gang' in District 8 where I ran out of my house, which ultimately led to the Emerald Ring that sits on my left middle finger, the time that I was Reaped, the time I was ignored and never spoken to again by my District Partner, training, my private session with the Gamemakers, in which I received an impressive score of 9, and when I got my interview, where I rudely answered each question with something that I never thought I'd say in front of the whole nation, and the time where I was suited in my uniform for the Arena. A white tank top that fit firmly against my body, a pair of Khaki cargo shorts, a type of waterproof socks, and an orange life vest. It was obvious that water would be involved, and I was grateful that through my life back in District 8, I got the fortunate chance to learn to swim. It was something that I never took for granted, and so with that came a sense of security that I couldn't have gotten from anything else. I wouldn't need this "safety" vest. Or at least I wouldn't need it for me to swim. It might come to good use in the future, however.

I stood on the platform that would raise me into the Arena, and I could smell the aroma of water already, along with the humidity that came along with it. I could already feel sweat forming along my hairline, and the heart that kept me living was beating uncontrollably. It was normal, I knew it was, but I still couldn't help feeling like a wimp. Yeah, I knew I was about to go into the Arena, and yeah, I knew I would watch multiple people die, but I still couldn't help but feeling like a little kid. I was 17, not a little kid, and blood wasn't something I should be scared about, no matter how much of it was lost.

I arose, and with each dreaded second of me rising, my heart beat a thud harder.

_Thump...

Thump...

Thump...

Thump...

The Arena was breathtaking. A landscape filled with multiple islands, or so it seemed, with grasses up to my waist. That was what was behind me, and in front of me lie the huge, glinting golden horn known as the Cornucopia. Breathtaking and intimidating all at the same time. I knew I only had 60 seconds to take all of this in, and time was wasting, but I still couldn't keep my eyes off of what was located inside the shiny horn.

There lay tons, at least hundreds of supplies and weapons that Tributes would take with them in their quest through these brutal and bloody games, and I knew that I needed as much of them as possible. I would fight, fight for as long as I could, and hope that through it all, I wouldn't get too hurt.

And so now that I had seen what I planned on getting, I surveyed my surroundings, the Tributes in particular. There was Carex, whom I spotted first, and the face that laid upon him terrified me. Then there was the old valiant, or not-so-valiant, Papero, who's manners seemed exquisite to the last 'Mister'. And then my eyes darted to the left, where the boy named Semper was standing, as ready as he ever would be. That left one person, the last one in my alliance that had never even became official. Reeallia. Her 1 in Training made me have my doubts, but she seemed like a strong person, brave, and she seemed like the type of person that was a strategist, always planning how to get the best result of something.

My eyes darted off towards my enemies then, or were they? The ones that had decided that I was one to look out for. Or so it seemed to me. There was the ball of testosterone named Shanks, and then there was the pure Career named Drusilla, and then Jango, who I thought had a weird looking face for such a popular person, and then there was the small girl named Alanara? What was her name? I couldn't think of it at the moment, at all, and so I skipped her, but whatever she was doing in an alliance like that wasn't on my list of top concerns at the moment.

I could feel my heart beating faster, and faster, and even faster.

_Thump...

Thump...

Thump...

Thump...

And then it popped.

Just kidding.

The gong rang instead.

[Prince Inigo]

The time was now. Countdown to the gong slowed with the beating of Papero's heart. Out of a bad tendency, a tanned hand reached for the key newly-wrapped around his neck a single brown string. Given the Arena set of clothes, the precious District Token could not be in a jacket cuff anymore; but, he did not want the tiny object to be in the pocket. He grasped it, feeling a bout of power and relief sweep throughout his body. A few seconds passed before letting go. The key gave off a white glint off its silvery skin, but the crown of red hair presented a royal air; it was quite the complex piece of metal, with its loops and sharp corners.

The Arena uniform was practical than flashy, which only induced a frown from the District 11 gentleman. Used to the constriction of showy suits and the inability to move with much freedom, the bagginess and looseness of these set of clothes was out-of-place for him, as much as he was anachronistic and not fit for District 11 except for his physical appearance. Papero waved his arms a little, having put too much energy into the motion, and was surprised at the flexibility. The young man only frowned more.

Papero reminisced about the past few days, the training in the Training Center, the multiple faces and events he acquainted himself with, and smiled gently, fatherly, pleasantly. Waiting for the eventual gong, brown orbs surveyed the surroundings. The horn-shaped Cornucopia, burning a golden fire under a bright and hot sun, was as beautiful as portrayed on television. He had thought many a time how much of that wonderful beauty could have been distributed to the Districts if melted.

Now his visual senses spread to the Tributes, their expressions. His registry immediately recognized figures like Ms. Hache, Ms. Hale, Mr. Hilderic, Mr. Semper, Mademoiselle Dru, Miss Aranica, Mr. Carex, Mr. Kale, Mr. Graves, Ms. Clark, and Mr. Decatur; the rest, though as important, were vaguely remembered by Papero. He did not make their acquaintances.

To the people given space in the memory box, Papero expressed a heartwarming, gentlemanly smile to each of them, and even gave a bigger one to little Miss Aranica. He had applied a message to each cheer and dearly desired for the acquaintances to get the comment right. To those he did not, the gentleman smiled at them too, but the message laced was different and more determined.

Tanned hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched themselves. The countdown had now gone down to the single digit. Papero braced himself, circuiting stores of energy to the legs, reserving some for the heart, the mind, and - hopefully to stay true - the soul. His feet shifted against the island's land, the key slid across a bold chest. The orbs narrowed in concentration and total focus. Nature and Lady Luck were to be his current allies while his physical ones were distant; Papero readied.

5...
4...
3...
2...
1...

[sunnyian]

Cherry Grace

Cherry stood in the loading docks of the arena. In just a few moments I will be put on a metal platform to rise to my death. Well to the death of others that is. I won't die, I will succeed. Why did I do this, why did I volunteer for that girl? My ears can litterally hear my heart beating. From the clothes I am wearing it seems that we will be in a hot arena. Their could be deserts, islands, or jungles. One year the put the tributes in a desert with no water, and the only water was from the cornucopia. Almost all died in a matter of days. Their won't be a desert, well I hope not.

I step on the metal plate and wait. Finally it rises what I see is what I hoped I wouldn't be the one seeing. The cornucopia is huge and filled with weapons, food, traps, and all sorts of stuff. The cornucopia is surrounded with islands, many islands. To my right is Mel, and to my left is Sul tervish one of my alliance members. I give him a wink, he smiles back. I don't know how much time is left. I spot Nachele about five places away from Sul. The Red hair from Argent is far off, I can barely make it out. I can't spot Kale, he is probably on the other side of the cornucopia with Argent. The other faces I recognize are Alba, Semper, Papero, Daniel, Jango and some others that I don't remember as well. Nachele doesn't see me yet so I wait, and wait, and wait for the gong to ring.

The memory of me and my mother cuttled on the couche watching the Hunger Games comes to my mind. Her close friend had her son reaped. The feeling I was feeling then is the feeling I am feeling now. Hope. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the gong. I am Cherry Grace and I am unstoppable.

[Micra]

The Hunger Games. Haven't I been waiting for this my entire life? I've dreamed of the victor's crown since childhood. Or maybe my parents dreamed it fo me. Not that it matters now. I'm finally here, and I'm going to make it out.

The announcer's voice rings out, and I know I have 60 seconds until the Games begin. Until I have to be the most murderous teenager in the arena to see my family again. I have 60 seconds left before I start to become a victor.

From the moment I was lifted into the arena, I've begun to sweat. I look around now to see a tropical setting. There are several island laid out surounding this one, that holds the cornucopia. If I didn't have my eye on the rafts I could make out within, I'd be worried about swimming from one to the other. Maybe this big orange thing confining my chest will help with that. I'm not too intimidated by swimming, but I know the waters will be filled with hideous Capitol muttations, which could pull even the most confident swimmer deep underwater in a heartbeat. twist my ring around my finger. The waiting is so bad I can't stand it.

But I know I can do this. Steadily, I prepare myself to run for the horn and all its bounty. I know I can do this.

I scan for my alliance members, but find myself able to spot only Kale near me. I wink at him. He's obviously ready to go too. Good. We'll all need our wits about us today of all days. The person I'm most worried about is Sul. He's made himself quite a target. I wonder, if he dies today, what will become of the Prevailers. I wonder what will become of me and my safety.

Twenty seconds.

The light glimmers off the water surrounding the islands. I don't know if it's fresh or saltwater I hope it's fresh, but I have a feeling that would be too easy, to provide all tributes with an easily accessible source of water.

Ten seconds.

In that same amount of time I've been here, fifty seconds, I could be dead. I take a long breath of fresh air and get into a running stance, eying the longsword on the far side of the horn. I need that blade.

Five

I'm nervous.

Four

But I can do this.

Three

Things may not go as planned.

Two

I may not survive.

One

But whatever happens I just hope-

GONG!

[Jasik]

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Those two words are all that go through my head as I rise into the arena on my metal plate. I can't do this. I can't. I just can't.

Yes, you can,

[/i][/color] another voice says from the back of my head. You can and you will. You have to.[/color] Deep breaths. I take deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. Finally, I emerge into sunlight.

I shield my eyes for a moment, temporarily blinded by the sun. When my eyes adjust, I look around at the other tributes. Argent's a couple plates over. Cherry is farther away. Nachele and Kale are blocked from view by the shining Cornucopia, overflowing with weaponry and supplies. A warm breeze startles me out of my search for my allies, and I take a look at the arena.

We're all on an island. Us tributes are all a few feet away from the water that surrounds us, so I can't tell if it's saltwater or freshwater. Off in the distance, I can see multiple other islands surrounding the one that houses the Cornucopia.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let the 55th Annual Hunger Games begin!"

Sixty seconds. That's all the time I have left until I'm forced to murder. I don't want to, but I have to.

Sixty seconds.

I think of home, the paved streets that wind between the buildings and houses. I think of the hours upon hours I spent training in my backyard. I can do this.

Fifty seconds.[/i]

I think of my mother, all alone as she watches me kill or be killed. Tears well up in my eyes at the thought, but I force them back.[/color] I can do this.

Forty seconds.[/i]

I think of Juliana, her determination, her perfection. I wonder how her attempts to get me sponsors is going. I think of how she must feel right now, watching her boyfriend head off to his death.[/color] I can do this.

Thirty seconds.[/i]

I think of the other tributes, all just like me, scared out of their wits. I don't want to kill them. I have a feeling I would've been friends with a lot of them if I had met them in a less unfortunate way, and now I have to kill them.[/color] "I'm sorry," I say quietly. I know none of them can hear it, but it reassures me. I grit my teeth. I can do this.

Twenty seconds.[/i]

I think of the Capitol audience, all excited about watching some innocent kids murder each other. It's sick. It's barbaric. It's now my life.[/color] I can do this.

Ten seconds.[/i]

I finally take a look at the supplies. I scan it for a falchion, and spot one -- on the other side of the Cornucopia. I can make out the shape of its blade from here, but that's it. I'll never reach it. I suppress a groan. I'll just have to make do with what I can get ahold of.[/color] I can do this.

Five seconds.[/i]

Can I?[/color] I don't have a choice.

Four seconds.[/i]

I don't want to kill.[/color] I can't do this.

Three seconds.[/i]

But I have to, to get back home.[/color] I need to do this.

Two seconds.[/i]

Too late.[/color] Here we go.

One second.

GONG!![/i]

I'm off my plate and running.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Cel]

Looking around at her fellow tributes, as her platform rose up from the bowels of the earth, Sami was struck by massive block of melancholy.
I remember these kids from training, she thought, and now I have to kill them.

Shrugging it off, Sami closed her mind to a razors edge, trying to block out her emotions. She distracted herself by looking around the island she was on. In the distance, she could see several other islands. After quickly looking around the islands, she started to look for her allies.

The she heard the gong.

Sprinting as fast as she could, she ran towards the Cornucopia, hoping she could grab a weapon before people realized what was going on.

In vain hope, she soon realized.

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

-Kale
5:Kale looked around to see who was next to him. He was looking for a way to run to meet up with his so called alliance for so they aren't a easy kill.
4: Kale thinks to him self "What have i done." He knew he was in a world of trouble now that this was reality and not a figment.
3: Kale looks at the life he has had and how he has enjoyed it. "No regrets." Kale says to himself knowing this may be his final time he can prove himself.
2:All kale can do now is trust himself,his arms,legs,alliance,and will to live to keep him alive. Kale thinks of what tom would be doing now knowing him he would be causing havoc like he should be doing.
1: Kale gets ready looking straight ahead of all the massacre he shall cause to try to survive. Kale positions himself in his running stance. Kale says to himself," Ready,Set,Go."
Bong: Kale bolts off the platform and heading straight to the cornucopia hoping no one has gotten his weapon so he has something to defend with.

[Molly]

~Nachele Hale
Dressed in tan cargo pants with some sort of unfamiliar material to cover my feet. The white tank top clung to my body from the sweat that was already being produced from the adrenaline running through my veins. The orange vest strapped over my tank top made it feel like i was being squeezed. It made it hard to breath. Cecil gave me a glass of water before i stepped onto the metal plate. I drank it gratefully; thinking it would be the last thing i would taste.

I step onto the metal plate that will bring me up to the arena. Which type of area will it be this time? I wonder how long i will survive once I land on the ground.

My nerves got the best of me and i began to twirl my woven bracelet thinking of the kids, will they watch me? What will the district say? Keep a serious face, its all a game to them. Kissing the bracelet i know i am ready.

My mouth was still moist as the sun began to shine into my eyes. I squint looking for anyone in my alliance. I see Papero a bit away from me, he gives me an easy smile. Even though he isnt in my alliance i still consider him a friend. I see Cherry, she stands a few tributes away, we had already figured out what our plan was. we were ready.

For a moment i see Aranica, shes so small. I always wanted to make sure she will be able to protect herself. My motherly concern laced my thoughts about her.

Argent was near Kale, both of them ready to go straight for the cornucopia.

sul was standing on the metal plate to my left. I nod at him for a moment making sure he saw the gesture. His body was tense and he was ready to fight. I stand there, my stance ready to grip the ground and sprint toward the cornucopia, right into the bloodbath.

The gong sounds and the metal plates hit the floor. It was time. The Games began.

[cinder]

Running had once been a way to pass time when Dru really did not want to do her homework, or her parents were obnoxiously screaming at each other and she needed to clear her head. Strangely, running for your life was exactly the same thing. You just put one foot in front of the other and suddenly you find yourself getting closer and closer to the gleaming Horn and all of its prizes. Easy as pie, as long as one kept her head and did not stumble. Dru was pretty fast--blame it on those miles long legs of her--so she found herself to be ahead of some of the other Tributes. A head start, just what I needed. The girl looked around wildly for her weapon.

If anything would save Dru's life, it was getting her hands on it. How else do you think she got that pretty 10 as a training score? Some other Tributes, she had heard, suspected she had made out with the whole entire panel as a bribe in exchange for a high training score. As if. Everybody already knew she was a Career, why would she want to air her strengths and put a large target on her back by purposefully doing so well. Dru had originally planned on getting a lower score, something that would allow her to blend in with the others. Her powerful Alliance and the previously stated made that impossible. Still, Dru was a strong fighter. She was ready to take down a few Tributes, or at least take a few on now.

To hell with her Alliance, Dru knew that number one should always come first. She was ready, she was skilled. There would be time to plot and plan with Ara, Jango and Shanks at a later date, assuming all four of them lived through this blasted day of death. Anyways, she thought just as Dru spotted another Tribute in her way, I plan to live. With that, she headed toward the other person, a grim smile on her twisted face and a battle cry on the tip of her tongue. This was what the Games were about. Being ruthless, not allowing other people to stand in ones way...

ooc- :3 So I'd like Dru to get in a fight with somebody so I can start collecting list items and such. If you'd like to fight her unarmed, and such [not to the death] then just ooc note that...

(attacks Kale)
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[Skylar]

I had seen a cleaver once, it was a scary thing really, and using it as a weapon didn't seem like too good of an idea. In fact, the thought haunted me, but it didn't keep me from traveling on to reach it.

It didn't lay very far away, about 20 feet or so, and for some reason, it felt like one of those dreams where you try to move but you can barely move at all, if you can. In fact, it seemed like that was happening to everybody, even though we were moving in real time and I could've easily gotten killed at the moment.

Nothing happened except for an unknown tribute who had black hair and a stocky build, went diving at the same cleaver. I believe it was the boy from District 11. Oh yes, it was, as he had stood on the plate to the right of me once the gong had sounded. I knew his name was Papero, I knew that I needed to stick with him, but I also needed my weapon. We were so close that we could've butted heads, and so my fighting instincts, the ones that I thought I'd never had, sent a fist towards the boy.

_{[[attacks Papero]]}

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And so with that, I got my cleaver. It fit in my hands perfectly, and I was no longer scared to use it. I already had the attitude of a fighter, and I knew right then that I in fact, would fall under the Capitol's ways.

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[Micra]

By this time, I'm dead sure I can't make it to the sword in time. I need a weapon. I need one now I see two tributes fighting over a cleaver. I recognize Hilderic from the training center. I decide to side against the tribute I don't know, in hopes of getting one of the weapons on the ground.

With that, I attack the larger boy with my fists, hoping to get my hands on a bladed weapon.

I go down fighting and come up with a mace. Not perfect, but it'll do... For now.

(attacks Papero)

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