Quality Company [Teddy and Friends | Day 1]

[Tom]

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Two canons sound off, sending chills down his spine as he's already descending down the side of the volcano. Others could be following him down, hoping for an easy kill, but nothing was as it seemed. There's a knife that's put in his pocket that would be easy to pull out and strike. His heart is pounding as he almost slips once again. Rocks shifting under his feet, until he's finally reached the bottom. Sweat falls from his head as he wipes away. Trees lay before him like an ocean of green, but there's an end to it. He knows that much.

All he could do was walk aimlessly, hoping no one smart enough would follow him into the jungle where he could plan a sneak attack. There's no point in life or death anymore. He's seen blood spilled from wounds before, but it felt different. There had been a lust to kill that made him uneasy. They were all normal humans who had a life back home, where they didn't kill. Careers were the exception, but not many were killers back home. There were assholes that he wouldn't put them past killing someone, but even then, no one truly wants to kill, unless there was a desire.

He didn't have a desire.

No one was waiting for him at home.

He wanted to live, but even killing someone was beyond what he wanted to do. There's only one thing that he's realizing now and only now. He had tried to kill by pushing someone to the ground. He had meant for it to hurt. He wanted to kill and it terrified him. His hand shakes as he grips onto a trunk of a tree to catch his grip on reality. Shirt unbuttoned fully and hanging off of his shoulders as he walks along aimlessly. He was alive. He was breathing. He was going to live.

He was alone.

There's eyes on him from the capitol to the districts, even in the arena. Creatures could be lurking in the jungle, just waiting to strike at him. Poisonous ones, regular ones, and dangerous ones could be lurking around every corner just waiting. Eyes scan the area as he turns a corner. A shrill leaves his throat in the form of a light scream as he can see eyes in the shadows of the trees. A creature begins to move forward without fear as Teddy pulls his knife out. Fear is pumping through his veins. He's gripping his knife too hard as his knuckles turn white. His other hand grips himself to the tree as he's terrified of the creature lurking in the forest.

"S-Stay back... I-I don't wanna hurt you.."

Out of the darkness comes the cutest thing that he's ever seen. His heart flutters as the creature climbs the tree next to him. A small yawn coming from it's throat and he makes a noise of awe out loud. The precious creature was cute and all he could do was stare at it in disbelief. It could still be dangerous. It could still rip his face off with it's claws, but he was going to watch it like it was the last thing he may ever see.

At least it's cute.

His thoughts of the cute creature come forth and he's watching it rest softly against the branch. He was going to get it. It would be his friend and cuddle buddy for the rest of his life, how ever long that would be. As he thinks of a plan to catch it, he sits down in front of the tree. His eyes sticking to the cute fluffy creature as he plans a way to catch it. That is until he can hear the ringing of sponsorship stuff. Curiosity catches him and he whispers to his new fluffy, adorable pal.

"You just stay there asleep! I'm gonna go check out what that ringing noise of a parachute was. Alright, stay cute my koala-ty buddy."

He chuckles to himself as he moves towards the packages of things. He starts with the smaller ones as the giant one looks too big to even be considered useful. His stomach tells him he's hungry, but he ignores it in favor of presents. He always loved opening gifts, except he enjoyed the cheerful look on other people's faces when he did it. A sigh leaves his throat as he knows he's alone. Well, as alone as a man and a koala can be.

The first item was a backpack, with too many jingling bells. He groans in annoyance at whatever capitolite thought a jingly backpack would be useful in a place where children were trying to kill him. The next few items were just as useless as they were useful. He could see why someone sent him the items. A camera of sorts that he's seen only the rich use and even sometimes the medical field jobs use. There's markers for some reason. He shoves them in the jingly bag and stares at the molds, shovel, and pail. He just rolls his eyes and shoves them in the bag. The water canteen was empty and only provided him with more disappointment. He speaks to his koala friend sleeping on the tree and totally ignoring him.

"What use do I have for a camera, markers, a backpack that jingles with every move, and an empty water canteen. This giant one better be something good. You're such a good listener, cutie."

The giant package opens. Fear fills him as it looks like some sort of creature. He's about to bolt, but he knows that the creature could easily eat the little koala friend that sits on the tree. He couldn't let that happen. As he watches the quite ugly chicken creature, he realizes it's no moving. Curiosity fills him with doubt as he picks up a stick and pokes in in the stomach. A sigh of relief escapes his throat as he laughs to himself and his koala friend.

"It's just a stuffed animal. I could not deal with a mutt that size."

A note falls out and it has an indigo kiss. What a strange thing to send a person. Either way, he finds it both ugly and cute in the way that many people see things. Though, based on the look on the stuffed animal's face, it's not the smartest of things. He shrugs to himself as he speaks to his koala friend again. There's excitement in his veins as he moves himself into the stuffed animal. There's nothing like having a giant stuffed animal that's pretty much a giant pillow to lean onto. He was tired of running anyways, just like his koala friend.

"Alright, now that everything is packed away, except the giant stuffed animal and that note with a kiss, how about you come and join me cutie? I got a nice body for you to cling to. I'll treat you right? You can be my travelling buddy. Watch out for me and all of that fun stuff. We'll be best friends?"

The creature doesn't respond as it's still asleep with it's cute little eyes as it's claws are latched onto the tree. He calmly moves towards it, a plan coming to mind as he gives it a friendly smile. There's no one out there and he needed someone to talk to, even if it was something like a mutt that could claw his face off. He didn't care either way. His friend would be joining him on his journey.

He was alive.

They were alive.

They would be best friends.

Never leaving him.

Unlike everyone else in the world.

"You're koala-ty company for me."

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{ Perhaps hopeless isn't a place
Nothing but a state of mind }

{Teddy collects 2x bundles of Medical Plants and 1x bundle of Edible Plants}
{Teddy tries to catch his koala friend}
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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

R O R Y

There’s still oxygen in my lunges.

My heart still beats.

Not a single drop of blood.

Here I am, alone in this forest like area…with my life. All I could do was run. Run from the fists of the two girls that came hurling towards me, raised hands pushed their attacks away and I fled. Bang! Bang! Two cannons but neither attached my name. It is madness how I survived the fiasco. My brother stayed until the end, I fled once the countdown ended and now I am alone with just the clothes on my back.

What now?

I struggle to keep my footing as the descent to the wooded area becomes steeper, breaking my neck while walking isn’t my plan so I drop to my backside and slide the rest of the way down. I land in the canopied area, leaves masking the light that tries to penetrate down to the ground. Back on my feet, my unplanned wandering begins. There’s eyes on me everywhere, mutts camouflaged into the scenery ready for their master’s call to pounce and the masters themselves, tucked up safely in a room with a glass of champagne in their right hand.

And of course, back home.

I hope he is worried. I bet he thought it was going to be over so quickly. ”Here I am Rodney, alive and well!” Cameras may not be on me, it is obvious with the number three next to my name that I am not going to be the exciting aspect of the gamemakers narrative but Rodney needs to see the truth. I hope there is sweat across his brow; shaking feet in his boots, momma and pops are going to get the truth one way or another. Be it my last breath or the miracle of me returning home, they will learn of the murderer that they brought up.

"I want you dead, lil' brother." And I thought slapping Rodrick as way to say goodbye in the justice building was bad.

A ringing noise sends me to find salvation behind one of the wooden fortresses but where my ears sound panic, my eyes watch the parachute drop to the ground, a bundle of gifts attached to it. A ten written on the packages, ”Who in their right minds sponsored me?”

The first package, a coconut disguised as a bag, inside an empty canteen, medical supplies, a flint and…what the fuck is that? A stuffed animal, the animal in question, something that I have never seen before in District Ten. ”Is this a squished cow?” Whatever the use of this is, I just stuff it back into the bag and venture through the other packages.

A weapon, a sword, so someone wants to see me fight despite the lack of me showing the non-existent skills. There is a fool in the Capitol who has just wasted a lot of money. And again, they provide me with more useless items, two large balls…”How am I meant to move all of this?”

There is just one more thing, a mechanical looking object with a leather strap and a button…click, a flash ignites from a part of the device directed straight into my eyes. An orchestra of sounds from within it are conducted until a piece of paper is spat out from underneath. A picture of half a close up of my face, oh so someone wants me to take photographs…fine then. I gather up all the belongings, sword in the sheath provided, camera around my neck and bag over my shoulder. I push each ball besides me; I will come up with some bizarre use for them.

It is not long before I am met by the another but I am not struck by fear, instead, I am compelled to the scene of madness unfolding.

It is the District Six; he too must have been blessed by gifts but to an extent. A stuffed animal like my own but far greater, rests near him, he’ll have fun carrying that.

The male speaks but not to me, there are no other tributes here…a mutt. A small bear looking mutt, it’s appearance welcoming but with what goes on in the Capitol’s minds, I am sure it is a trap. I am going to watch this boy be swallowed up by a little brown bear thing, great.

But my wish is not granted, instead he pursues it further, talking of being travelling buddies and best friends, I know tributes lose their minds in the arena, but this early?

I roll my balls closer to the male and all I can do is watch, my head shakes with every action that he makes. ”What is all this?” A gigantic stuffed animal and small living animal, creature comforts that are not needed in a time like this. ”Are ya mad or what? This is just madness really, are ya on drugs or something?”

-Collects 2x bundles of medicinal plants and 1x bundle of edible plants
-Collects firewood

Attempts to catch a Delivery Word
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fail- ya bloody grew up around animals ya nut

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[Knuckles]

C H E S T E R .

Frail fingers wrapped around the hilt of the knife holding it close. Eyes darted back and forth switching from the top of the volcano to the bottom. It was time to go, time to escape the death pit he was standing on. Weapons clashed against one another, and Chester refused to look back. The constant beat of his heart reminded him that he was still alive, but the odds felt against him. Something wasn't right, yet he kept moving, kept pushing himself forward down the side of the volcano. Rocks slid beneath his feet, and every step nearly threw him to the ground, but his hand rest against the hard surface keeping himself upright. Dirt and debris flew through the air catching in his nose - it wasn't worth it. Stopping would only get him killed, and Chester wasn't ready to die.

The sun sitting high in the sky looked so real, and Chester wanted to believe it was a dream calling him home, but the cannons firing, tributes running down the the side of the hefty hill only made him realize the reality he was in. Thankfully the hat graciously provided by the gamemakers shield his eyes even thought it was just a tiny bit. Beads of sweat rolled from his brow, his hands shook, every hair plastered against his skin cooling him slightly.

But none of that mattered.

Chester was alone, and he knew finding allies was important, but how could he sneak up on someone when he could barely stand on his own?

In this moment, the eighteen year old realized bullying people at the training center wasn't the best option. It didn't work well enough to make friends - why make friends when twenty-three must die and everyone inside this terrible place was simply the enemy. It didn't intrigue him, but Chester knew it was important, he knew he needed help if he wanted a chance to escape this hell alive.

His feet hit the ground, and dark eyes looked around taking in the surroundings. Trees hovered high in the sky, and living in the forest at home, Chester would use it to his advantage. Shielding himself away from the sun, hiding high on the branches from the rest of the tributes. Perhaps it was easy after all. A sinister grin twisted across his face, slowly spreading from ear to ear, but it disappeared as branches cracked around. Things were alive, and the trees could easily grow feet and take off walking.

Desperate lungs drew in the largest breath possible, his hands shook at his side as he drew the knife tighter. Right now it was his lifeline. It was all he had, and Chester wasn't about to lose it. An axe would've worked better, but this tiny sword-wannabe was all he could find, and it would work until he could find something more worthwhile.

Time slowly ticked away, and he wasn't sure what time it was, but it didn't matter. Time was only a figment of his imagination, and as long as the sky turned from day to night and night to day, the world would keep spinning.

Somewhere in a home beyond the sky mother and father glared down at their son wondering where they had gone wrong. Their harsh words embedded themselves deep within the frail mind of a young child wanting nothing more than someone to guide him, someone to teach him the ways of life, and while it worked for a little, Chester quickly realized the terrible intentions of his family. Family was supposed to love one another, supposed to help lift one up when they're down, but that wasn't what happened. Cruel words kept pushing the broken teen down until one day he couldn't take it anymore.

And now he was there walking through the arena trying to remain as quiet as humanly possible.

Twisting and turning, he kept his eyes peeled bouncing back and forth in every single direction. He had nothing but the clothes on his back and the knife in his hand, and Chester knew someone could sneak up behind him with a weapon far greater than his own and end his life right there without thinking twice. With hushed breaths, he willed himself forward, but just steps away he heard the sound of someone talking. Every part of his being begged for him to run, begged for him to get away, and yet he stood in place, eyes glaring at the prizes these two received.

How do people love foolish cowards like them?

An exasperated sigh infiltrates the air, and with a roll of the eyes Chester moved himself forward stepping on a branch in the process. Crack! He stopped in his tracks wishing he could turn away, but he knew it was too late.

The corners of his lips twisted into a wicked grin slowly spreading from ear to ear;

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

table by briar <3

Chester tries to catch a Koala
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Chester collects 2 bundles of edible plants & 1 bundle of med plants

Chester uses F/A on Rhetoric for after the BB

Chester receives the following items from sponsorship
1 backpack
1 empty canteen
1 cheetah outfit
1 empty bag of Cheetos
1 blue tang plushie
Sand-castle Molds (4)

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[Kire]

R H E T O R I C .

Digest the knowledge of what you have seen. We've seen only the beginning of the darkness, there is so much more to experience. Experience the terror of the ground turning red and the feeling draining from your body. Your body holds onto feeling only so long as you let it, so hold onto those moments for you never know when they will end. The end of this suffering came soon for some, and will come late for others. For others it never comes to a close, and they must walk the road of life with the wounds that never heal. You will never heal, not really, and soon it will be your flesh that the scavengers digest.

She had been knocked around in the chaos of the bloodbath. Her left arm was bruised, her lips were swollen, and her knees were scraped. Even so, she did her best to carry herself like a lady. The slight limp awarded by her bruised thigh did little to hurt her air of self-possession. This was especially true after her first sponsored gift of a beautiful golden crown landed deftly into her hands before she placed it on her head. Never mind the fact that it would glint in the sun, that it added excess weight and in all likelihood could be the very cause of her death; it befit her.

From there, gifts seemed to rain down upon her like offerings from above. In truth she could suppose they were essentially that, but somehow she had a hard time imagining a deity granting her the comfort of a plush turtle or the childish fancy of three water guns. The bow and arrows, backpack, flint, and medical kit that came after were more on the helpful side than whimsical - though the pineapple shaped canteen was a pleasurable combination of both.

Hauling her newly-obtained treasures and grandly sporting her crown, she went in search of anyone who might offer company.

Distant voices reached her ears. They sounded amicable enough, if laced with some hints of exasperation and skepticism - she was more than used to those. As she pushed through some of the brush, the first thing she saw was a giant chicken. "Oh," she breathed, stunned for a moment. When the creature failed to move, she realized it was plush like the turtle she carried under her arm. The source of the voices stood next to the ridiculous toy and she immediately sought to regain her composure before she was noticed.

"Are ya mad or what? This is just madness really, are ya on drugs or something?" A young-faced boy was shaking his head, looking somewhere between bewildered and exasperated. The boy who seemed to be the owner of the giant chicken was crooning to some furry gray thing that clung to him like a monkey. Perhaps one of the stranger scenes she had walked into, it was nothing she couldn't handle. Especially not now that she was crowned - and accompanied by Sir Shell.

Before she could make her entrance, though, another voice cut through the brush. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A third boy entered into view, grinning in a way that almost unsettled her. Between the grin and the fact that he had interrupted her before she could put on a show of her arrival, she was thrown for yet another moment. In that time, the boys all were fully aware of one another's presences. Hers, for this brief period, still remained unnoticed. Time to change that.

Stepping confidently out from behind the leaves that obscured her, she brandished Sir Shell and made a curtsy - just as she had in her private training session, this was becoming a thing for her. "Ah gentlemen, greetings." She straightened and tucked Sir Shell under her arm once more. "What fortune it is to have chanced upon you, for I was in need of some company." She hoped that the light casting through the leaves overhead was highlighting her crown, but even if it wasn't she could still play the scene up. "My name is Rhetoric Anadiplosis, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

With one of her sweet smiles, she legged another curtsy.

[Tom]

[presto][/presto]

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All he had been was minding his own business, trying to get his new friend to climb onto his body. A smile pulls at his lips as the little guy complies and cuddles into his chest. Claws clinging to his shirt as he pets the fur of the creature, claiming it as his friend.

That's when he can hear the sound of another sponsor parachute floating to him, reaching and grabbing the thing, he can see gold shining from it. A spear sits in his hands, shining brilliantly back to him, the letters etched into the hilt tells him it's a lance of approval, but did he even need someone's approval. Whoever Lance was, he must have spent a good amount on the spear. As he holds it in his hands, he can hear something fall from above him.

It hits with a painful sound and the world is spinning. He remembers the feeling of the branch as it had hit him harder. He can feel his skin go cold with memories. A coconut had just knocked something inside of him as he grips his arm around his buddy, snuggling him close. There's a wave of black that hits him and he can see his mother. His real mother as she walked around the room with some dangling silver bracelet on her wrist.

There's a chill in his body as she angrily looks at him with venom in her lips. There's words coming from her mouth, but he can't hear it. He can't hear a single word that she says, but he can feel his own emotions. Anger. Sadness. Tears would have formed if it wasn't a memory in the past. There's a hand that slams into an expensive table as her words come out in huffs and puffs of nothingness. He's scared and yet he can feel his veins pumping with a sort of blood lust. He's terrified of himself for a moment, until his eyes open back up to the real world before him.

Hands reach for the coconut that had once hit him. That's when words of another had caught his ears. The boyish faced District Ten rolls his beach balls toward Teddy, there's nothing to fear, but he can't help the sudden pick up of his heart. There's no one who had his back yet in the arena. No allies to call his own that could protect his back from assault. That's when the voice comes to his attention.

"What is all this?"

The boy was referring to all of the stuff around him. Teddy lets out a chuckle as he looks over his items that he had just got. Arm goes defensively over his koala pal, who needed a name. As he stares at the district Ten, he speaks with no fear now. It didn't matter if he were to die now or not. He could at least fight his way out if needed. There's a moment of hesitation, before Teddy lets himself relax into his words.

"Things. The stuffed animal was sponsored to me, by some Indigo kisser. Whoever that is. This little guy on my chest is Ring, he's my traveling partner. He seems to be friendly, so I thought why not keep him."

There's a moment that Teddy is silent, until he can hear Rory speak once again.

"Are ya mad or what? This is just madness really, are ya on drugs or something?"

His voice comes out quicker than before.

"I'm not crazy or on drugs. I've seen the people who have been. This is nothing to compared to them."

A branch cracks as Teddy turns towards the noise, spear pointed in that direction as he protects himself. He can see a smirk on the guy's face as he speaks to them. District Seven's own Chester had seemed to join them in the forest. Trees giving Teddy shade as he listens to the man speak with a glint of something wicked in his eyes. He can't look away as he listens to the man.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

There's a reply like lightning that leaves his lips.

"Just a few people hanging out. I'm not looking for a fight right now."

A smirk pulls at his own lips and yet his heart hammers in his chest with fear, but he ignores it over the sound of his own voice. Everything seemed fine for a moment, a hand brushing on the head of Ring as the koala lazily looks up at him and yawns once again. A yawn leaves his own throat too as another pair of feet arrive to their spot. She's from Eight. Elegance in her veins, but he can't help but roll his eyes when she speaks with a demeanor that screams spoiled rich kid.

At least she was more polite than Chester and Rory had been.

"Ah gentlemen, greetings."

There's a pause and she tucks a stuffed turtle under her arm.

"What fortune it is to have chanced upon you, for I was in need of some company."

He dares himself to laugh, but doesn't as the trees above whistle in a small brush of a breeze. There's another koala sitting on another trunk near him. He's trying to pay attention to Rhetoric. She speaks her name this time with a politeness that he's been used to for years. A politeness that had once been his, but now reminded him of the past that has happened. He listens though. Politely waiting for her to finish.

"My name is Rhetoric Anadiplosis, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

What a nice and polite introduction, too bad that he didn't want to even do anything, but all nervousness aside, allies would be a good thing for him to have. No one else had wanted to ally with Teddy like he was some sort of innocent child. He was innocent, but only when it came to the things that he would have learned in school. His mother had taught him enough medical things that he's seen some of the worst things. As he gives a friendly smile and speaks to Rhetoric with politeness, Ring tenses on him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Anadiplosis. I'm Teddy, or Theodore Ursa, but I'd prefer if you referred to me as Teddy."

He looks away at another koala.

A smile pulls on his lips.

Don't think I forgot about you, pal.

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{ Perhaps hopeless isn't a place
Nothing but a state of mind }

(Teddy tries to catch another koala)
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(failure)

(Teddy collects a bundle of firewood and uses one bundle of medical plants for -2)

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

R O R Y

It is always reflected into the games the over the top quirkiness of the Capitol, that I will never grasp. The original score was to kill the innocence but time as adapted this kind of madness into it. Oversized stuffed animals, mutations that were once deadly, now friends of the tributes; these ever changing adaptations are they going to be the cause that puts an end to all the death? Well that theory is too early for me, years, it will be years; I may as well relish in this obscurity, it is out of the ordinary, away from the ever predictable life back home.

I suppose I used to befriend animals back home, a little furry creature to keep me as company will not do much harm, if this District Six has acquired one so easily, nothing says I cannot. There is one creeping in the tree, not far from reach. As long as I am sly, I will make it my friend.

Another voice breaks the conversation as Teddy explains how he accumulated the peculiar items, the District Seven male, the one Wendall warned me about. But must I believe a bully’s words? Should I unleash the sword that I lack any ability to use on a male who could strike me down, like a leaf in the wind?

Before I am even able to plant my hand onto the weapon’s handle, a female’s voice breaks the action. A well-spoken girl, with manners unlikely to be found back home, only the Capitol rears such people who care about how they talk. Introductions follow, and a name I doubt I will be able to pronounce is revealed, despite it falling from her own lips.

Retoreek…

….Andaplosis…

…Rehtoreck…

….Antrotopolis?

I’ll just call her Eight.

Teddy follows with his own name and well, the four of us are here, instead of attacks being thrown at each other; it is just our names being shared. Is this how allies are made?

”Rory, that’s all. We gonna be allies then or what? Game law says we should attack but we’ve been stood here what? Five minutes? And we all seem unhurt so yeah, let’s just work together.”

Attempts to catch a koala
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You're not making this fun Rory

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[Knuckles]

C H E S T E R .

A parched tongue slid across chapped lips. It was a sight to see, a giant chicken thing standing off to one side, a furry little bear cradled in six's arms, and for a moment, Chester wondered if running away was simply the best option. Before he had the chance, six turned and spoke simply stating he didn't want a fight. A deep chuckle escaped his lips - had Chester wanted a fight, blood would've covered the ground by now. Perhaps it was too much to even think of. Snapping a branch only alerted the two boys of his presence otherwise the male would've stood in place for hours watching and waiting trying to come up with ways to gut the two. Sad, really, but Chester wasn't afraid of a good fight, and right now it looked like that fight wasn't going to happen.

Before he could say another word, a female entered the small clearing. Her manners was none like he saw before. Curtsying, calling them gentleman - Chester rolled his eyes, and couldn't hold back the laughter bubbling in his throat. But her name was one he wouldn't remember. She was just another face needing to appear in the sky, and perhaps the crown upon her head gave the district seven male more than enough reason to attack her right then and there, yet the other two boys would probably step in and slaughter him. Even killers knew when to fight and when not to fight.

Six was much more polite to her than he was to Chester - why have manners inside the arena? Being polite and respectful wouldn't stop someone from killing them once the fighting began, and surely somewhere behind the trees stood other tributes watching and waiting.

Vibrant eyes locked on the stuffed animal she held closely wondering what the purpose of it was, but what caught his attention the most was the various weapons each one had. A spear, a bow with arrows, a sword - all Chester had was a knife, and a knife wouldn't do any good if these three decided to jump him, so for now he backed down relaxing his grip.

The three of them had names.

Teddy from six.

Rhetoric from eight.

Rory from ten.

But why hang with a bunch of misfits? Getting along was hard, and not saying a word only threw him down even more. But listening to the boy from ten speak, Chester realized just how important an alliance was. It was simply amazing that none of them had hurt one another, and working together was much better than working alone. That was his original plans, but perhaps this was the best way to make sure he was wearing the real crown that came at the end.

"The name's Chester" He whispered hesitantly wondering whether or not Rory asked a rhetorical question. Part of him wondered what his family would say, but truthfully, he didn't care. It was a love he never experienced. Why care about them when they tried murdering him in his sleep? He shook his head; "I'll be off over here somewhere looking for plants and anything else that's needed." Pointing the knife in the direction, he walked away slowly keeping his distance. It wouldn't take much for them to pounce. The animals needed to realize they were the predators and not the prey, and as long as Chester had his wishes, he was the lone predator standing in the group eyeballing his prey waiting for the right moment to strike.

Not that it mattered when he would probably die anyway.

table by briar <3

Chester tries to catch a Koala
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