Melodrama: Day Two

[jimmylost]

Adrenalin had fueled Mel, all the way to the small dark island in the distance. Her brother had once told her that in extreme cases the decisions you make automatically can turn out better then taking the time to think properly. She wasn't so sure about that this morning but at the time the tiny ink stained in the distance had seemed like the perfect place to lay low until the damage from the bloodbath subsided a bit.

Upon arriving on the shore she had found a new injury, a crossbow bolt sticking out of her bicep. She had wanted nothing more then to scream out as the act of noticing it had sent the pain to her brain. She may have been on camera though and she would have to play it tough, show everyone how she got that nine. She had grinned at the thing sticking out of her arm and before she lost her nerve yanked it out.

Before the black dots flooding her vision had taken over her sight she waved the bolt at the sky.

"Got myself a bolt" she said.

She clutched the bleeding wound with her left arm only to have it scream in protest. It looked like it had been broken somewhere between her elbow and wrist. Mel had wished she had taken that first aid station, but struggled on. She had moved away from the beach, just in case one of her attackers had decided to follow her.

In the time it had taken to get what Mel considered a safe distance away she was completely covered in the black dust covering the island. Mel took off her life vest to make sure both it and her got fully covered in it. The perfect camouflage.
Laying down on her stomach staring out at the water there was no discerning her from the rest of the island. She stayed this way until the anthem. In that time she had seen a group of tributes with a raft make there way to the island next to hers. She had also had a perfect view of the sinking of the cornucopia along with it's island. She added both these pieces of information to her memory and began adjusting her plans accordingly. She also did some brainstorming as to what the gamemakers might have in store for her.

She had been brought out of her thoughts only by the playing of the anthem. Rolling over on her back, this had been the moment when she had regretted learning the names of all the tributes. Alba, Estrella, Hilderic, and Papero. Only four bloodbath deaths, tomorrow would not be a good day.

She had drifted off to sleep like that, clutching the bolt in her hand, her bow and arrows under her painful left arm, the rope crossed over her chest going from her right shoulder to her left hip. for comfort she used her life vest as a pillow.

She woke up before dawn, constantly aware of the tributes with the raft inhabiting the island next to her. The hard marble ground had leached away most her warmth away, not that she really cared in this sweltering temperature. She wanted to move on right away and put some distance between her and the group nearby but had to make sure she didn't overlook anything on this tiny island.

She started with the plant life, which was all as dark as the ground. She found some berries nearby and squished them in her hands. The insides where as dark as the outside and these had defiantly not been covered as edible when she trained. She would go so far at to say they were deadly, which brought a smile to her lips.

She stripped the bush of it's deadly fruit and piled them into the bottom of her quiver of arrows crushing and cutting them with the points of her arrows. Now confident that she now carriedeight poison arrows, she moved on to explore the island for anything else that might be useful.

OOC: tbc

[Autumn]

The cornucopia was sinking under me and I grabbed the Raft and swerved to island 2, and as I was halfway there so I veered to the left not wanting to have a confrontation with more tributes seeing as I was injured. I was now heading in the direction of island 12. I noticed another tribute on the shore of the island. I recognized her at once. It was Mel, the female tribute from District 3. I call out her name and then I realized where I was. I whipped my head around hoping no one had heard me. It seems no one did or they aren't going to pursue me. I get my raft fairly close but not in shooting range for fear she may try to kill me or have some sort of weapon. I hope she will want to form an alliance with me. I notice a gash on her arm and think of how i may be able to fix that if she becomes my ally. I try not to get my hopes too high.

[jimmylost]

Mel has searched around most the island when she decides to make her way back to the beach she started at. Looking for anything she might have missed during her panicked rush to the island after the bloodbath she spots a raft. Her first thought is of the large group inhabiting the island next to her but this raft has only one occupant. Mel takes out her bow and an arrow from her dripping quiver.

From down the length of the arrow she works out the identity of the tribute, Autumn district two. Made aware that she is now facing Argent's district partner she want nothing more then to let her arrow fly. She's out of range though, and Mel can't be sure Autumn is even aware of where she stands in the arena. This is all the more prevalent when she shouts out Mel's name.

Doesn't she get where she is everyone is a potential enemy. Thinks Mel immediately noting intelligence as one of Autumn's weak points phase two Mel stick to the plan

This girl has a raft though, that's something many tributes would kill for in this arena, especially after the sinking of the cornucopia. Mel lowers her bow and arrow and walks up to the edge of the water. She's going to stick to her plan.

"Hello District Two" she says with a wave.

[aya]

Jun 13, 2010 13:52:38 GMT -5 Autumn said:

The cornucopia was sinking under me and I grabbed the Raft and swerved to island 2, and as I was halfway there so I veered to the left not wanting to have a confrontation with more tributes seeing as I was injured. I was now heading in the direction of island 12. I noticed another tribute on the shore of the island. I recognized her at once. It was Mel, the female tribute from District 3. I call out her name and then I realized where I was. I whipped my head around hoping no one had heard me. It seems no one did or they aren't going to pursue me. I get my raft fairly close but not in shooting range for fear she may try to kill me or have some sort of weapon. I hope she will want to form an alliance with me. I notice a gash on her arm and think of how i may be able to fix that if she becomes my ally. I try not to get my hopes too high.

No, you're not on this island for today. You never sent me the PM that I requested numerous times, and you are on island two, not island twelve. It doesn't matter that you have the raft; you can only make your travel once per day. The difference is that you can opt to go a little bit further. You still have to spend today on island two. Sorry.

Also, apologies to Jimmy for the interruption on his thread.

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[jimmylost]

OOC: No problem Aya, I Shall fix it since Aqua hasn't yet and I want to finish this day.

Mel didn't know if it was a natural current that took hold of Autumn's raft, it was far more likely that it was some kind of gamemaker intervention. The raft stopped, starting out slow it moved to Mel's left. Before Mel knew it the girl from two was gone.

Mel didn't like the fact that there were now tributes with rafts on either side of her. She also didn't like that she had looked through the whole island and found nothing but another coating of black dust. There was only one place left to explore on the island, the lake in the center.

It took her the rest of the first half of that day to get to the lake, and what she found there didn't seem worth the time. The water of the lake was the same as everything else on this island, pitch black and uninviting. Even though Mel was beginning to dry out, she wouldn't risk this liquid if it was her only hope.

She might have given it a chance if she had some of those water purifying drops, or had been able to find the necessary supplies to make a fire. As it was Mel had no way of purifying the water and nothing to carry the water with if the other islands did have some.

Mel sat down to rest. She would have to move on soon enough, but for now she had some time to think. Time to weigh her options properly as she stared at her face reflected back at her in the still pool. It was like looking at a powerless screen, you only really saw an outline but there was still some idea of colour. That was how Mel could see just how determined her stylist had really been about her 'look'. Every inch of Mel was coated in the black dust that covered the island, every inch except for the parts of her covered in silver paint. The perfect circle around her right eye looked even brighter, as did the strips in her hair. She smiled at her reflection despite the fact that this probably spoiled her camouflage.

With her choice made Mel stood up, a little dizzy from the lack of water. She turned toward her chosen island, but not before taking one last look at the dark pool wishing there was some way to carry the water with her.