[.}just.another.day{.][SE members][Day 2]

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((OOC- Didn't go into detail about the items, because we're still working it out and Micra has the list.))

It was early.

Aranica didn’t know how early, but the sun wasn’t up yet. She was almost never up like this, and it felt unnatural- she was twelve and had no one to make her observe set sleep hours, so she was generally asleep long past sunrise. Her sleep had been bad, though, and she had twisted and squirmed throughout all of it. Eventually a nightmare had caused her to wake with a cry. She had been trying to go to each of the bodies at the Cornucopia to close their eyes and say goodbye, the way she had in real life, but in the dream Alba had gotten up and begun screaming at her for attacking her and bringing Shanks to cut off her arm. She had tried to run, but Papero had gotten up and stared at her like he was disappointed in her, and the Hilderic had shown up behind her and started slicing up her stomach. They had dragged her onto the beach, and the clouds had come and shot lightning at her until she died. (Oh, that had been hell for her allies in real life, trying to sooth her into crossing the open stretch of land without shrieking. The swimming was fine because she trusted the water droplets that surrounded her to keep her safe from the assassins, but the completely open stretch of sand had been terrifying. She had only gotten across it and into the trees because her allies were surrounding her and the ground was made of tiny rocks, all of which cheered her on and warned her when they thought they saw an assassin.)

So it had been a relief, rather than a frustration, when Dru had come by and told her it was her turn for watch. She had slipped out of the tent she was in, and was now sitting on the ground, leaning against one of the bizarre little trees on this island. A t-shirt from the Cornucopia (about five sizes too large) was draped over her like a blanket, and she was staring off through the pale trees. Her entire body was trembling, whether from cold or fear or guilt she didn’t know; she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, and stayed like that for a long time.

An aimless glance over her shoulder revealed the tents that housed her allies. She’d be surprised if everyone was really asleep, due to all the general stress, but she couldn’t really hear anything, so she guessed they were at least trying. The raft was in the middle of the tents, still loaded with most of the items. One of the empty tent packs was lying next to her, with various items inside it- mostly medical things. She hadn’t let go of the thing since she’d packed it, nor had she let go of her weapon, just in case.

She hoped no one would attack anytime soon. Her mind had settled some, but she was still frightened of what had happened the previous day. She had attacked people- her friends- and not regretted hurting them. Until they died, of course. She could still envision Alba’s face, could still hear-

No. She wouldn’t go there. She would go crazy if she thought too much about it, and she had already had a taste of insanity yesterday. (Or at least, she thoughts so- what else could that have been, the emptiness and the anger, the strange combination of overwhelming guilt and lack of regret? She had attacked without knowing or thinking about what she was doing, like some kind of automated robot. It had been scary, and she never wanted to be like that again.

Her friends wouldn’t have wanted it, either. Alba, Papero- they wouldn’t have wanted her to be afraid or feel guilty for their deaths or go insane and slice everyone up without a thought. Or would they? After all, she hadn’t been able to help Papero, and she had led Shanks to Alba- but no, there was nothing she could have done. Alba had attacked her, for her own reasons- Aranica didn’t hold that against her friend.

She had living friends, too. Nachele was still out there somewhere. Aranica wanted to see her, but she was a little afraid, too. Last time she’d seen her friend, she had been attacking Alba, and that hadn’t exactly turned out well. And Nachele might not want to see her, or her alliance members might attack.

She’d find out when she got to that. For now, she was just glad to know Nachele was still alive.

At least she wasn’t alone. She had Dru, who she looked up to, and Jango, who was nice, and Shanks and Argent, who she liked even though they scared her a little. And she had her rock, and her items- she was starting to get to be friends with her med kit- and the trees and pebbles scattered all over this island. There weren't even any clouds, either.

“We’ll be fine, right?” she asked the tree, pouring as much confidence into her quiet voice as she stood and got ready to start walking around the tents to check for intruders.

The tree rustled its leaves. “Oh, it’ll work out. No doubt.” The rock around her neck pitched in its agreement, and she put a hand to it in thanks.

Her weapon nestled in her hand and her tent pack slung over one shoulder, she started walking.

[Quint]

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

Shanks had woken up to the sound of screams. And the deplorable sight of thousands of blood caked arms falling around him. He shifted around inside his tent and held the trident close. He had found it at the BloodBath and immediately snatched it before it was taken away from him. They had outlasted all the other tributes, as they had been the last people standing before everyone else fled the Cornucopia...and before the whole entire island sank. They had made it out just in time. It was a good thing Ara pointed out the raft, or else they would’ve most likely had to swim in the open water, with all the items weighing them down and having the insecurity of having faced whatever the hell was down in the water.

At night, he looked up and watched the Anthem, nibbling on his finger. The first face to pop up in the sky dreaded him and he felt his heart sink. Alba. At this very moment, all the other tributes must’ve been wondering who had killed her. Who had been the one to murder her. He knew the answer. As did the 4 other people sitting next to him at the time. As did the Capitol. And as did the whole land of Panem. Next face: Estrella Angelo. Jango’s counterpart. At the moment, two people in the alliance had lost their fellow District partners. Hilderic’s face flashed by next. Shanks had recalled the moment in the training station. The time where he had sneaked the offer of an alliance through the back of a mere ‘KICK ME’ sign. That was when he had gotten Argent in on the deal was well. But now, the plan would never come into place. Hilderic was gone and he’d have to make do with Argent. Having 5 other allies would’ve been nice, but it appeared he was doing just fine by the looks it. And then Papero. Shanks had gotten much time to get to know the boy, but he did remember what had brought upon his death. Argent had bashed his head in. And then it hit him that all of the dead so far had a great significance in the alliance. Both Shanks and Jango had lost their counterparts. The alliance had lost a ‘would be’ ally. And Argent had killed someone. All of it tied in together somehow. Scary enough.

He propped himself up and peeked through the tent to see Ara outside, talking to rocks and trees as usual. It was weird. She was good talking to inanimate objects. He was good talking to people. Quite a difference. But talking to people was a bit restricted when the more attached you got to them, the harder it’d be to kill them. He didn’t want Aranica to die. He didn’t want anyone to die. But 23 of them would have to. 4 of them already have. He crawled out of his tent, leaving back his trident. He trusted her enough to walk up to her without a weapon. Talking to her with a weapon would make it fake. It’d be a forced conversation. Out of fear. But no, he wanted to speak to her with trust. And possibly on some level, with friendship. They were the two youngest in the alliance. Both of them had a reason to fear the older tributes, but Shanks could fight. He had been trained as a Career, whereas the girl from District 12 had little experience.

Approaching her, he listened intently as she spoke back to the trees around her. He brushed some hair out of his eyes and sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around his knees just she was. ”What are they saying?” he asked quietly, his voice speaking as if spell bound by her actions, lost in the words of an unhinged 12 year old girl.

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[Micra]

Flashback

Well, we'd done it. We had recieved the wealth of the Cornucopia. Armour, weapons, survival supplies, and stuff we could never dream of needing. After seeing some tributes escape with nothing, I felt like the wealthiest man alive.

But there was still District 11... While the others load supplies on the raft Ara found, I creep back to District 11's body. I almost can't stand it, but I knew I would have to. With my finger, I traced a symbol for good luck on the older boy's ruined forhead. It's traditional in District Two for the dead, graduates, getting a new job, or really anything of importance. It's the same symbol engraved on my own ring.

"Goodbye District 11," I whisper, closing his eyes with my fingers. It's awful, I know. I could be losing sponsors this minute too, and I don't care. All my life, I've wanted to win the Games. Now all I want to do is survive them. Just as I turn from District 11, a rumbling begins. The five of us high-tailed it to the raft and crossed to another island. As I turned around to watch, hovercrafts lifted four bodies into the air and vanished. And so did the island with the Golden Horn.

"Good thing we didn't need to make a second trip," I mutter.

As we reach shore, the anthem begins. And there are the faces in the sky. First, the girl from four. I connect her face with the arm lying in the grass and sand. Out of respect, I don't look at Shanks. I wonder what he's feeling now.She's followed by Jango's district partner. I never knew her. In fact, I don't even recall seeing her at the bloodbath today. I wonder how she died. Then there's Hilderic Ekon. That one gives me shivers. He was the boy with the moody interview, daring to tell a Capitol man to Shut Up. Every time. He was the kid I tried to help this morning. The one I maybe could have saved.

I turn away as they show District 11. I don't think I can stand it. I can feel the eyes on me, too. I was the first killer in these Games. Is my alliance proud of me, or scared?

Anyway, I offer to take the first watch. I'm still on an adrenaline high from the fight today, so I could never sleep. But eventually, my watch is over, and I do sleep.

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I actually slept well last night. If 'well' includes dreams of being attacked by butterflies with wings shaped like ears. If 'well' means being chased all night by the Prevailers. And especially if 'well' consists of the head Gamemaker crushing my head with a mace.

I eventually wake up, and look around to see that Shanks and Aranica are already up and about. I take the time to evaluate my new alliance.

First, Shanks, the boy who recruited me to this mess. To say no, I would have made four powerful enemies. When I accepted, I expected to have only Kale after me. But now, I know all of them will be calling for my death. It's very disconcerting, especially when I consider Nachele and Cherry changed by it. Made bloodthirsty and violent by my actions.

Shanks is, at fist approach, scary as hell. There aren't many thirteen-year-old Careers that compete. But sometimes I wonder if he's come to hate being here as much as I have. I thought Shanks would be easy to hate, making it easier to split the alliance in the end. Can't say that's working out well so far.

Dru, too, is a Career. And kinda intimidating. I really don't know what to make of her to be honest.

Then Jango. Jango is so... nice I can barely stand him and his sob story. At least, I couldn't. I thought his whole act would make him easy to hate too. Wrong.

And last, Aranica. Maybe I could forget she was twelve, if I tried. But she's still the innocent, (well, maybe not so much after the bloodbath) little girl who talks to trees and stuff. And she still looks like my baby cousin. With luck, she'll die quickly, when the time comes. I don't want anyone here to suffer, but especially not her.

I shouldn't be thinking like this. I know I shouldn't. But in the Games, thinking happy thoughts seems to be uncommon.

I can't stay down for much longer though. I rise and begin to clean and polish the blade I got from Shanks after the fight. Lucky he found that trident, so I have a real weapon to work with.

[Tori]

It may seem hard to understand as someone who is or was not in the games. But waking up was the hardest thing from Jango to do the next day. So many things had begun. He was in the games. And he had to fight to stay alive. Jango quickly jerked up out off the ground he'd been sleeping on. The majority of his alliance was already awake.

WILL EDIT LATER

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

I declare this a Mandated Fight for Day 2- Shameless Euthanasia vs. Two Pitfall Lizards

Jane

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Digging. Day in and day out, that was what the two Pitfall Lizards did. They were a team, working together to dig the most elaborate of tunnels underneath this particular island. They had dug dozens of these tunnels and paths underneath the ground, all of which sat there and patiently waited for an unsuspecting creature to move above them and cause the ground above to collapse. The tunnels were their life's work; they were all that mattered to the two lizards- other then their lives, that is.

It was to her extreme displeasure that the female lizard spotted a large group of extremely ugly looking creatures ahead when she lifted her head up to scan the horizon. She had grown used to never seeing many creatures pass by, other then more of her own kind and, in fact, creatures from other species as well. This type of creature, however, was unfamiliar to her. This caused her to panic slightly- What if they were there to cause harm to the pair's many tunnels? They weren't that far away, and they appeared heavy enough to collapse her careful work. And what if they were dangerous? It was too soon to tell, but she only knew that whoever these odd creatures were, they were most likely not pleasant in any way.

Turning her head towards her mate, she paused for a moment to look at him before she instinctively walked towards the group of odd-looking creatures. Her extremely sharp claws dug into the ground slightly as she moved, giving her better traction and allowing her to move quickly. As she progressed closer to the group, she could see them more clearly. The creatures looked even uglier up close, though some of them looked different then others. Two of them were shaped differently, and they appeared weaker and slighter. Two others looked more intimidating and difficult to kill, and then there was another random creature who didn't appear particularly weak or strong.

As an act of protectiveness for her special tunnels, she attacked the weaker looking of the smaller creatures, flailing viciously at the animal with her claws.

(Attacks Aranica)
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Bartholomew

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The male lizard was completely unaware of what was going on until he saw his mate several yards away. He curiously lifted his head just as she had moments ago, and for a moment he was only curious as to where she was going. It puzzled him for a moment, until he lifted his head up some more and saw what the problem was. It was a weird group of creatures, creatures that he had never seen before in his life.

He didn't hesitate at all to follow his mate. He felt the same protectiveness as she did over the tunnels- he had spent so much time creating them, after all. Maybe just as strong as his protectiveness over his tunnels was his protectiveness over his mate. Nothing bad could happen to her or his tunnels.

With that in mind, he hurried after her. He was slightly larger and stronger then she, and much less merciful in this particular situation. With an extreme feeling of anger, he lunged at the closest creature to him fiercely, not bothering to be merciful as his mate was. He lunged at his opponent with venomous teeth, only knowing that nothing bad could happen to his mate.

(Attacks Dru)
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[cinder]

Dru most likely did not expect to wake up to the hideous, peculiar face of some lizard. Her first instinct was thrash out her hand to push it away from her. She recognized the mutts from last Games. Pitfall Lizards. They were strong, scary, and...poisonous. It took only a millisecond for her to realize how lucky she had just been and that for a split moment, she could’ve been out of the Games. Just like that. The lizards’ teeth had just brushed past her nose, but had missed.

She stood still, feeling around for the falchion she had gotten from the exchange with Aranica. Dru slid back, pushing herself against the back of the tent with her left hand and swinging the blade around with her right.

(Attacks Bartholomew)
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ooc- omygosh, Im so sorry everybody. Don't give up on Dru XD

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[Micra]

Suddenly, two lizards appear in our camp. They seem harmless enough. But then they attack. I hear Aranica cry out as the first lizard cuts her. I'm not too worried about Dru. The lizard that attacked her missed, And Dru could slice its head off in seconds. But Aranica, well, I'm worried about her, the little girl who's friends with rocks. So I lunge for the lizard attacking my ally. Hopefully, if its attention turns to me, my armor will offer protection from the monster's razor sharp claws and teeth.

(attacks Jane)
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[Quint]

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

Shanks hadn’t expected an attack just yet. No one had. They all wanted to rest. Catch at least some breath before they had to fight for their lives yet again. And when 2 freaky looking lizards slice out of nowhere, you sure as hell are going to have a fight. He jumped up away from Aranica and reach for his trident. He grimaced. It was such a bad idea to leave it back in the tent.

He instantly dashed towards the tent, taking advantage of the time occupied by the lizards attacking Dru and Aranica. He felt sorry for the District 1 Career. The first thing she’d wake up to would be the the face and claws of some dangerous lizard and Aranica was just a little girl. He felt bad leaving her there, but in order to protect her, he would need a weapon. Who knew what these lizards were capable of? Considering they were made by the Capitol, they were most likely poisonous.

Diving towards the trident, he gripped the handle and instantly rolled around, making sure he was facing the lizards. Wouldn’t want one of those buggers sinking into his back, would he? He dived forward, still on the ground, near the tent, and stabbed his trident down, trying to skewer one of them. Make a Lizard kabob or something...

.:Attacks Bartholomew:.
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[WT]

((OOC- I'm going to presume that Aranica doesn't know about Argent killing Papero, because I don't feel like opening that can of worms right now. XP

I had to write most of this twice. DX Stupid Proboards.))

Aranica completed her rounds slowly and deliberately, shining the smallest flashlight they had (so it was harder to see from other islands) into every shadow and crevice and space between trees. The larger trees, she even went around to check behind them, just to make sure. No one was north, no one west, no one south. She made it back to the spot where she had started without incident, and sat down to rest against the same tree for a little while. She took up practicing with the blowdart gun she'd gotten to claim, which both was productive and passed time nicely. She settled into a nice pattern- she would aim, fire the darts, collect them, return, and start again. When her arm started to get tired, she settled down and initiated a very quiet conversation with her surroundings.

"What's it like, living in the Arena?"

The question was addressed to everyone nearby, but her tree answered. She listened, interested to discover that a tree's life in the Arena was pretty much exactly the same as a tree's life outside in Panem. It was a curious thought, when she considered that a tribute's life changed beyond reconciliation the moment they set foot in these Games. She was reminded of the void between herself and her inanimate friends, the differences that permeated their lives despite how close she was to some of them. They would never bleed or eat; she would never know the joy of drinking sunlight or the pain of erosion.

There was a noise behind her- not a voice, but a footstep. She jumped and grabbed her dart gun, which she raised as she turned. She was confident enough in her ability to aim for a person, even if not a specific body part, but she was still afraid, and even as she steadied her shaking hand a warning to her alliance formed on her lips.

It was only Shanks, though. She paused for a moment and stared, eyes wide and mouth open to cry out. After a moment she snapped her mouth shut and relaxed, placing the dart gun down beside her. Her face flushed a little, and she was grateful for the dim light. Silly her, thinking that Shanks was an enemy. These were the Games, of course, and she was on watch, but still. He had been nothing but good to her; even the worst thing she had seen him do, that attack that had killed Alba, had been in her defence, and he hadn't been any happier about it than she or even Alba had been. She couldn't face him for a moment, and she used that moment to scramble desperately for something to say.

Luckily, he saved her- and with a question about the trees, no less. Aranica stared at him again, but this time with no fear. For the first time since the gong had sounded and she first moved to attack (had that really only been yesterday...?), a real smile spread over her face, hesitant at first but then bright. She tried to hold back from launching a hug at her ally, but couldn't resist, and locked her arms around his neck for just a moment in unspoken thanks (she then returned to her little huddle very quickly, just in case Shanks was mad at her). No one ever asked about what her friends were saying; indeed, it was very rare that the topic even came up in conversation, and when it did the other person usually steered away from it. Sometimes she felt as if the majority of her friends (the entirety of them, for a long time) just didn't exist in the human world, and it made her sad.

She began to chatter, her voice cheerful. "We're talking about our lives right now. This one," she said happily as she patted the tree behind her with one hand, "is telling me about what it's like to be a tree in the Arena. It's very interesting, actually."

A gust of wind blew and waved the branches of the tree, allowing them to call out in greeting. Just in case Shanks didn't understand- most people didn't- Aranica smiled and told him, "It says hello."

There was more noise from behind. Aranica stopped what she had been about to say and glanced over her shoulder, a little afraid again, only to see that her and Shanks' other allies were starting to emerge from their tents. She waved brightly to them, then stood and stretched, supposing it was time to start the day.

She started to say something to Shanks, but that was cut short by a sting in her leg. She cried out, but didn't think anything else at first; she figured she had run her arm into a branch or something. After all, there were no tributes here except her allies, and she trusted all of them; why would someone be attacking her? Then she realized that the clumsiness theory was stupid; the wound hurt a lot more than she had realized at first, and Shanks' expression was a dead giveaway that something wasn't right here.

She followed his gaze to the ground, and shrieked as reality smacked her in the face. She jumped back, giving up thanks to whatever deity might listen that she had picked up her gun. She had even remembered to load it after her last practice, she noticed gratefully, and she tossed up an extra prayer as she aimed and fired.

(Attacks Jane)
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She lost a dart in the creature's foot, but that was okay- she had more, and she made sure the next was in place as she jumped backwards. Argent showed up and helped her attack it, and she gave him a nod of thanks but didn't waste breath. Now that she'd gotten a good look at these things, she recognized them from the last Games, and she knew what that meant. It had never been proven on TV, but some Capitol dwellers had bragged about how these particular mutts killed- and not with their claws. "Don't let it bite you," she told him, ignoring the fear in her own voice. She would not bail out, she would not back down. If she did either, she would die, and maybe another of her allies would too. No matter how little she wanted to hurt this lizard, which she was willing to guess was just defending its territory or something, she couldn't let that happen. No more of her friends were dying this day, not if she had anything to do about it.

She wondered if Shanks and Dru and Jango knew about the poison, or if they were even being attacked. She couldn't spare a glance behind her to check. Shanks had left- to get his weapon, she supposed- but she hadn't heard the other two. She hoped they were okay.

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[Tori]

Before Jango knew it. They, his alliance, were under attack by... lizards? They didn't look too dangerous. What amount of damage could two little lizards do? An answer was given shortly after one jumped over to Aranica, leaving a gash on her leg. Jango immediately jumped up from where he was sitting and searched for his harpoon.

How many people would it take to annihilate the creatures? Surely not the entire alliance was needed, but the lizards had attacked Ara, so they would surely die now. The other one jumped at Dru, but she narrowly avoided it.

As his hands finely gripped the harpoon, a worried thought slipped through his mind. What if they were poisonous? He quickly glanced at Ara's leg and prayed they weren't. Jango, jumped into the fight with his alliance and tried to slam his spear into one the lizards.

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He landed the attack and rebounded backwards in case it were to jump back upon him. These things would have to die. And fast.

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Jane

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The female lizard saw out of the corner of her eye as her mate came after her and attacked one of the other weak-looking creatures, being merciless and attacking with his jaws. The attack was close, but it missed just slightly. Obviously, the creature attacked back at him, though it's attack was failed just the same. One of the more intimidating creatures came at her with an odd, sharp-looking object of some sort, and she realized too late that it could easily slice open her body. She tried to dodge it, but the object cut open a spot somewhere on her right side. Angrily, she learned to avoid that object and any other sharp object, for that matter, for it would bring her pain. With much dismay, she saw one of the other intimidating looking creatures attack her mate with another sharp object, and his damage was even worse then her own.

Then, the weak looking creature that she attacked retaliated, which ended up causing her to have a sharp piece of material stuck in one of her claws. She made a sound that was somewhat between a moan and a roar of rage and tore the piece of material out from her claw, breaking it cleanly in half in the process. Then another attacked her, with the same object that the more intimidating creature had also used. This resulted in the most painful injury yet, an opening in her flesh larger then the one she had received before. It then seemed that she and her mate would probably not make it out alive, which caused her to believe that she had to at least protect her tunnels. The less creatures there were, the less of a chance there was that one of them would hurt her tunnels. The solution to that, of course, would be to pick off the weakest links, as she had already been attempting.

This time she lunged at the same creature, with more power and force then before, with her poisonous teeth.

(Attacks Aranica)
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Bartholomew

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The male lizard was conflicted. He very much wanted to protect his mate because it was obvious that she was in great pain, but at the same time he also realized that this was life-threatening. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing or what his reasoning was, but he followed in his mate's footsteps and attacked the same weakling as he had before, aiming for a kill with his deadly teeth once more.

(Attacks Dru)
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[Micra]

"Don't let it bite you," says Aranica. They must be venomous. In fact, I know they are. I must have seen them somewhere, but at the moment, I'm not sure where. But that's not dreadfully inportant right now, is it?

"Okay," I say, sparing a glance in her direction. And in that exact moment, the lizard bites. Aranica. I don't know how to respond. My ally has just been poisoned. She could die.

Better for you, Argent, to lose her now, than later, when you're more attached. The voice can go drown itself. At least, it could, if it wasn't part of me. The part that had been trained and molded for these Games for years. Against my instincts, I push the voice aside.

For Aranica, I think. I attack the lizard with even more ferocity. I will not let the creature get away with this. Not as long as I survive to interfere. So I lunge out at the lizard, using my mace to attack it this time, hoping for a break that will inhibit its ability to attack.

(attacks Jane)
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[WT]

It... well, it bit her.
Aranica gaped at her shoulder, unsure whether to scream in frustration or laugh like crazy at the irony. Hadn't she just warned against that? And the darn thing had come after her shoulder anyway. How had it even done that, when it was on the ground and she was standing up?

This was bad. This was very, very bad. How long did it take the venom in these things to kill you? A few hours, tops? Maybe she could figure something out, but... oh, this was not good. Even if she knew it would happen eventually, she didn't particularly want to die right here, before she had the chance to do her alliance much good. Maybe her mentor would take pity on her and send her an antivenom, but that was expensive, and she couldn't see anyone buying something like that for a tribute that wasn’t sure to win.

Her rock, sounding frustrated, shouted, "Aranica! Pay attention!"

Oh! Right. Ara raised her weapon again and prepared to attack. If she didn't help finish this thing off quickly, it might hurt another one of them and more than just her would have to deal with the poison. She was fumbling a little, but not enough to doubt her ability to aim, so she made sure the next dart was in place and pulled the trigger.

(Attacks Jane)
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[Tori]

It seemed the Lizards were poisoned. After recalling that Aranica had yelled not to let them bite you, he realized they must be poisoned. And now Ara was infected. How long would it take to effect the body? Not until they could find a cure he hoped. But would they even be able to?

Jango slung his harpoon at a lizard again, hoping to kill it this time. They would have to treat Ara as quickly as possible. Right now, that was the only priority.

(attacks jane)
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He began to wonder what was happening these games. Hadn't he sworn he wouldn't get attached to anyone in a way? It would be better for him if Aranica just died of the poison right now. But Jango knew he didn't want that. She was so small and fragile.

It would be better if they all just died, but he didn't want that either. What the hell was wrong with him? He would need to kill them sooner or later. They all have to die, so why, why, was he fretting about that coming day?

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[Micra]

OOC: All items have been assigned to a category in the thread on our alliance's new site/board/thing. (though some are still nonspecific to any one person) Please check over the list. Thanks