The Tribute on Fire discussion
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((in the Hunger Games, a Gauntlet are these platforms that you have to jump from place to place off of while the trainers swing at you with clubs.))
cιgαяєттєѕ αη∂ ℓуяιcѕ wrote: (( So who's swinging shit at the tributes? XD"
((Lol, good point. XD))
((Lol, good point. XD))
Julane wrote: "cιgαяєттєѕ αη∂ ℓуяιcѕ wrote: (( So who's swinging shit at the tributes? XD"
((Lol, good point. XD))"
((It can be mechanical... As long as it has lots of sharp metal and a high risk of death :) ))
((Lol, good point. XD))"
((It can be mechanical... As long as it has lots of sharp metal and a high risk of death :) ))

Sage collects her knife from the supplies along with the other tributes. They are slightly annoying her with their talk of finding more supplies. Though she agrees, she doesn't think that's it's wise to send all of them to the general store. 2 should go ahead, and then once it's safe, the rest of them, except for the 2 left at the house, will go into the store. She thinks it's dangerous to go out in broad daylight, even though the towers block all other streets in the cities. Sage gets a slow, lurching feeling in her stomach like something bad is going to happen. She says,"Guys, I think we better get ou..." A large, metal sound echoes in her ears, cutting her off. She decides to stay put, to be "stupid", but brave and help her allies. She knows she could easily outrun them in the short distance, but who cares? What good are allies if they are dead? She whips out her knives and takes a battle stance, ready for the robot to attack. She whispers,"We should surrounding be the robot on all sides and look for a weakness. We'll act from there...."

((How did we get into thw store???))



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((In an attempt to stir up some action here, I'm going to have Cia ditch and go cause some trouble... If that doesn't work, I have a trap planned.))
Cia was agitated beyond her mind, and wanted to check something out. At least, that's what she claimed she was going to do. "I'm going to be right back," she said picking up a backpack and stuffing it with a sleeping bag, flashlight, lamp and water bottle. "I want to check something out. Alone." She said the last word with so much force it surprised her. Hopefully it got the point across, because she turned on her heel and sprinted off, tablet in hand. She rounded corners until she made her way back to the center building, where she spotted a fleck of pink... The weird Career's hair perhaps? She decided to investigate, but was careful with how close she came to them. Didn't want to end up like the corpse she passed...
Cia was agitated beyond her mind, and wanted to check something out. At least, that's what she claimed she was going to do. "I'm going to be right back," she said picking up a backpack and stuffing it with a sleeping bag, flashlight, lamp and water bottle. "I want to check something out. Alone." She said the last word with so much force it surprised her. Hopefully it got the point across, because she turned on her heel and sprinted off, tablet in hand. She rounded corners until she made her way back to the center building, where she spotted a fleck of pink... The weird Career's hair perhaps? She decided to investigate, but was careful with how close she came to them. Didn't want to end up like the corpse she passed...
"Okay." Lia said, responding with a slight one shouldered shrug. The words of authority didn't really bug her as in Twelve, it sometimes seemed like people communicated in their home by yelling. However, it did make her slightly suspicious that Cia was taking so many things with her just to check something out, but Lia didn't have enough energy to say anything; suddenly.



((Okay, so here's how it is: They are now inside, they are trying to make a plan on how to get supplies, they don't want to go to the store because last time they went there were Tracker Jackers, and so now they are thinking of how to get supplies. :))

((no probs ;) So all they have are their clothes and District Tokens, and the two knives, which are technically Sage's, but I'm pretty sure that they are going to divide the weapons up depending on what their plan will be, like if they seperate))
"Okay, so we shouldn't go into a store unless we can't think of anything else, agreed?" Jago asks. "So I guess we'd better figure out what supplies we do need. Food, water are a must, especially water, after how the Tracker Jacker venom made us sick."




((Peoples, please answer my post that I posted 2 minutes ago.))
((I don't know what to say... Jago isn't amazing with knives, but that is one of his strengths. He prefers evasiveness, and mostly camo))
I nod. "We need water, though. We are-- at least, I am weak from the venom, and we need water...."
I nod. "We need water, though. We are-- at least, I am weak from the venom, and we need water...."

"Um, maybe we could give the other knife to Riva or Minny or someone, unless you don't want to..." I trail off awkwardly.


((just affirming right now that we are NOT abandoning you guys))
"That's a good idea. So, no offense Minny, but you can keep the knife, do you mind staying at the camp with Adele. You two are not fit to move, really no offense meant. Should I come with you, Sage? I think you and I got the least stings." Jago says.
"That's a good idea. So, no offense Minny, but you can keep the knife, do you mind staying at the camp with Adele. You two are not fit to move, really no offense meant. Should I come with you, Sage? I think you and I got the least stings." Jago says.



Ash shrugged, "I get you." He reached the bottom of the steps and gripped his bow tightly, scanning the place to decide whether he needed to prepare an arrow. "I think we're okay. I don't know where it would be though," He said, meaning the water, but also meaning shelter.
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Artemis frowned. "Oh," she said, looking at the floor awkwardly, her hair hanging over her face. This is awkward, what do I say? So she resulted in saying nothing, so as to not cause another stir in the group.