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83rd Hunger Games Arena: Outpost
Henrietta decided just to forget about Lyssa for now. Maybe Lyssa wan't coming. Maybe she was dead. Instead, she turned to focus on herself. Opening the tiny pack she took instead of the larger one, she almost cried out in delight. There were some dried berries, one tiny, but sharp-looking knife, and- thank goodness- a water bottle to melt the snow in. Running over to a patch of snow that looked un-treaded on, she scooped it up and placed it in the water bottle. Next, she thought, shelter. She was going to have to keep walking.
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Deryn looked up at Adelina. "Sounds like a good idea. I like it in here. It's...cozy."
Milan~Spock'sOneAndOnlyWife~ wrote: ""Guys, maybe we should make this old place our hide-out," Adelina said, "It's metal, so it should keep heat in fine. What do you guys think?"""Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." Lilac said. She turned to Spencer, he hadn't said anything since they found their alliance. "You ok?" she asks. He just grunts in reply. Of course he's not ok... she thought.
(Adelina/Milan: metal is actually a terrible insulator. Living in a metal box is almost exactly the same as living outside, sans the weather. In a cold climate, you could freeze in a metal building almost as easily as you could in the elements.)
Rhea opened her eyes, stifling a yawn.she lay in the corner of an almost empty warehouse, curled around her pack. Her pack contained the three knife she had swiped, one covered in a tributes blood. She wrigled, trying to revive her dead leg, and the crackling sound reminded her that she still had a tauplin sheet stufffed in her jacket. Rhea sat up and lay her knifes side by side on the floor next to her before turning her attention back to her pack. Enclosed within it was a small pot of some minty smelling cream, a small pouch of dried berries, an empty water bottle and a box of matches.
Placing everything back she slung the back over her back and stuck one of the knifes in her belt and the other in a pocket on the inside of her jacket. standing up, Rhea reached behind a box and pulled out the bow and arrow she had stashed there.
Quickly pausing to rub the Angel compfortingly between her thumb and forefinger, Rhea walked the short distance to the door. Glancing from side to side to look for threaghts Rhea went of in search of survival..
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((I already know that. It's not me speaking, It's Adelina...she didn't have much schooling bak in D2 it's mainly just training there :) She's just trying to sound smart since she's the leader.))
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Alek looks up. "A sword. Some stuff." he doesn't want to share the contents of his bag yet. Deryn is more open. "A couple of knives, some water, some food. What about you?"
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Charlotte looks at her teammates. "I got some knives, a few other weapons, and some food, blankets, and some bandages and other medical stuff in this pack." She holds it up for them to see.
Gent speaks up "Well I got a bow and arrow, just for my use of course, and a pack full of supplies for ME." Adelina's eyes bore into him "Well sorry, but theyre mine, notice how I emphasised ME." "And yes that means I dont intend on sharing with... others." he says looking directly at Adelina.
Charlotte flashes Gent an annoyed glance. Doesn't he know better than to tick off the leader? ((By the way, I love Gent! He's hilarious! :P ))
((HAHA thanx Breeze he's SO fun to RP :P))Gent just catches a look from the Charlotte girl,
"Im especially not going to share with those from LOWER districts." he looks at Charlotte.
Julian stops leaning on the wall and moves the position of his bag and says, "I've got some food, water, a bow and arrow and some throwing knives." As he said the last thing his right hand went to one of the knives sheathed on his belt.
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Adelina glares at Gent, "This is a TEAM effort, If you don't feel like sharing, then leave. Wait, let me guess, you're a snobby rich kid who only joined this ALLIANCE so you wouldn't have to get your hands dirty. You pick who you're going to be cause i'm not dealing with the second choice."
"Well, precisely , I ddnt intend on getting my hands dirty, those who are used to it can (look at Charlotte) and yes I am quite fabulously rich, unlike SOME(looks around at alliance)." ((thanx Milan!))
"I'd like to see what being rich does when you're about to be killed by another tribute. Oh right, nothing." says Julian, embittered by Gents obnoxious elitist attitude, glaring at Gent with narrowed eyes.
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"Well actually it could do much for me, I can. I have so many sponsors I cant even count, and bribery was something that always worked." "And dont glare at me like that, Im richer than you."
"Fine, but before I go how about if you win you get $200,00 dollars for your family, and you do my hunting for me? First to call it gets it."
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"I don't want your filthy money. My sisters wouldn't want it either." says Julian, full of rage, too proud to accept the money, "Go hunt, maybe if we're lucky you'll get mauled by a bear."
Alek's grip on his sword tightened. "please! Raised voices and anger won't help anyone. We shall agree to settle our differences with gentlemanly words!"
"Well in that cvase may your dreams come true,"Gent walks briskly outside with his bow and arrow to hunt. He sees a bird immediately as he steps out the door and with unsteady overconfident hands he shoots... and imbeds the arrow into a tree. He looks back into the warehouse, "Anyone want to get that out of there for a ridiculous amount of money?"
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Deryn rolls her eyes at the snobby boy. "Only shallow people care about money. If we're in the games, I don't think we have enough time left to be shallow. Face it, bum-rag, no one cares."
Julian laughs and then he takes out his bow and arrow and aims at a bird flying high above them. He knocks an arrow and lets the arrow soar. It hits the bird right in the eye and the bird falls a few feet in front of him. He grabs the bird and says, "Maybe you should learn some respect rich boy, or the next thing I hit with these arrows will be your heart. Go get your arrow."
Alek can't help snickering. They may think they rule now, but he hasn't even begun.
"1. I am NOT a... "bum rag" 2. If you had money, Deryn, you would know what I mean, 3. I am not climbing THAT tree in THESE pants, they were shipped from D1, and they WILL NOT BE RUINED. Now, Julian go get te bird, Im sure we are all starving, and Deryn you are no longer "Deryn" you are "Bum rag" see how you like it when someone talks to you and they call you... That awful name.
Charlotte is seriously running out of patience for Gent. She's breathing hard, and her face is all red. She grips her spear so hard her knuckles turn white, and wants to thrust it through his chest. She doesn't though, he's a member of her alliance and she must, as much as she doesn't want to, respect that. To calm herself she looks at Venia, seeking out those eyes she loves so much. She tries to send her a message. Come talk to me... wills Charlotte. But she's not telepathic, and doesn't yet want her alliance to know about her and Venia.
Deryn stands, grumbling under her breath. "You think you can talk to me like that? Huh? Think I'm weak 'cause I'm a girl? Well I can show you that you are so wrong. You are going to pay for that little boy!" She is yelling now, hand on her knife. It wasn't her weapon of choice, but she could make it work...
(Is Venia in the same warehouse as Charlotte? She checked and it was empty.)
Lyssa creeps around trying to find her alliance.Jaxes tried to find his girl but didn't see her anywhere.
"Let's be civil here. As much as I'd like to rip Gent's throat out right now too, I think we should start acting like a team. That includes cooperation from Gent too." says Julian glaring at Gent and looking at Deryn with a bit of a softer look, because he completely understands why she wants to kill him.
"Well aren't you a feisty one?" Gent snickers as Deryn is held back. "And yes I agree with Julian, well I never thought I would say that, that we should begin acting like a team, and Charlotte that includes you, I dont know which, not-as-hunky-as-me , guy you were staring at over there, but he is NOT in our alliance."((and btw I know the whole deal w/ Venia))
Deryn is angry, but after hours of working a thousand feet above the ground, she can almost always control her emotions. "It's not over" She hissed, but backs away against the wall. She feels a hand on her back. It's Alek. Alek isn't used to being the consoler. He's the one starting the war, not ending it, usually. He's worked with people like Gent, and knows how they had to be dealt with.
Julian sighs and takes the bird he's been holding and snaps its neck. He then proceeds to skin it, until its just meat. Then he says, "I'm not sure how we are going to cook this without a fire. And I don't want to risk eating it raw, it would probably make us all sick."
Deryn tried to focus on her own survival. "Good catch. And I think i could try to build a fire, I think there's a ventilation pipe in that corner of the warehouse."
"Guys, none of us are at our best right now. Gent, you are kind of being unnecessarily rude. Let's all just try to work together an forget that we didn't all come from rich or poor districts." lilac said gently.
"O...okay.. yea...srry" Gent mumbles and blushes feeling ashamed. What was Lilac to think of him now? He sighed and walked off his hands in his pockets.
Julian laughs silently to himself. They're in love. he thinks, All of us, but one is going to die, and they're IN LOVE?He looks at Deryn and says, "Won't a fire attract unwanted attention?"
Deryn had considered this. "Honestly, were are a large group of people in one of the better spots in the arena and we are making a lot of noise! I wouldn't be surprised if they knew we were here already. But you guys can decide."
Eva wrote: "(Is Venia in the same warehouse as Charlotte? She checked and it was empty.)"(( Yeah, I believe we are in the same one! :) ))
"Yeah, what the heck, let's do it. I think I have some matches in the bag I grabbed, the problem is finding a dry wood to burn." says Julian, looking around the warehouse.
(( Isn't Gent WBrilliant's charrie... Why r u RPing him? ))
((ASIA WHOEVER THE HECK YOU ARE GET AWAY FROM MY CHARRIE!!!!!! SOMEONE CALL JESS!!!!! ASIA THIS IS AN RP SIGNED UP FOR AND GENT IS MY CHARRIE!! ))
((I hate when stuff like this happens! It's so awkward))
Lee trekked further in whatever direction he was heading, taking a break at intervals that were getting shorter and shorter, and leaning against trees. The snow had began sinking into his skin, his bones were turning to ice, and soon enough, he wouldn't be able to move at all. He needed to make his way back to the Cornucopia, one way or another.
He stood up, and began his trek off again. Crack! His leg collapsed forward and he landed face first in the snow. Saliva seeped from his frozen lips and a white coat of snow was building on his brows and hair. He wrapped the canvas around him more tight and flipped over onto his back.
He curled him self up and allowed his whole body to be encased in the blanket. In what little warmth was in the canvas came the ragged and cold breathing that invaded his lungs. Although his insides were gaining warmth the cold air that only sent stings of icy cold pain through his chest brought him more pain.
The canvas flipped open and the snow began cascading all over his body, covering him completely, and piling over his body.
But he couldn't give up.
His district was watching, as well as his friends, but most importantly his family. A rush of adrenaline dominated his body, and through the cold came a single wave of warmth that was enough to give him blind strength at the worst of times.
He regained himself to his feet and began at a fast pace through the snow. Digging his feet deeper into the snow and forcing himself further in longer strides. The icy cold slowly returned to his lungs, but he fought through the snow. Then Hell hit him smack in the face.
The looming silhouette of the Cornucopia building faded into view from the heavy snowfall that blinded him nearly all around. His gaze moved down and his eyes settled on the gate entry into the cornucopia and buildings inside.
"Food." was his last thought. That was his only chance. He stumbled towards the gates and into the Cornucopia.
(( Laura, if you want to fight me you can (or anyone else (someone needs to start the fights in this game x])), but I really need to go. I'm volunteering a fight between us two by walking into the Cornucopia and its your choice if you want it. I'll pick my number tomorrow if you want to. ))