76th Hunger Games RP [Not Accepting]

[SilverDoe]

Victoria Sayr - District 8

It took Victoria a few seconds to take in her surroundings. To her right, the Cornucopia. To her left, the sea. If she made for the sea, she would be safe. She was a good swimmer, perhaps one of the best swimmers in the arena. But how long could she survive without any supplies? If she made for the Cornucopia, she could get supplies, but she would have to fight her way out. She was a terrible fighter. She paused, then made up her mind. She'd make a dash for the Cornucopia. If it was a choice between a fast death or a quick one, she was definately choosing the latter. Besides, she was a fast runner. Maybe she could get back to the water before any one had time to challenge her. It was a slim hope, but the only hope she had.

Three, two, one. Blast off. Victoria counted down in her head, then leapt up and dashed forwards. Something glinted in the corner of her eye. A knife. She wasn't good with knives - she wasn't good with any weapon, really - but she could manage them better than she could swords or arrows. It was light, and quick and easy to use. Well, not so easy to use when you considered the fact that Victoria had never killed before, and was nowhere near morally prepared.

Her heart thumped hard against her chest. Now, if she could make it to the cliffs she be safe. She began running.

Then a rock dislodged herself from beneath her feet and she fell to the ground. She felt like crying. Any chances she might have had were quickly disappearing. All breath had been knocked out of her and her right hand had gone limp. Great. If she'd been hopeless with a knife with the use of her right arm, with out it she was worth.

Someone would come. Soon. And they would finish her off. Feeling a stab of pain in her shoulder, she found herself wishing that whoever would take advantage of this easy kill would hurry up a little.


Andrien Holne - District 9

Andrien ran.

He didn't care about the Cornucopia. He was perfectly capable of gathering his own supplies. All he care about was getting out of there as soon as possible. After a while, he realised he was going in circles. Suddenly, he realised what was happening. This place is a maze. He gasped. He couldn't believe it had never occured to him until now. It was so obvious! If he had missed that, he wondered what else he might have missed...

[SilverDoe]

BUMP

[.jabberwocky]

Aster Grey- District 10
Finally. It was time. Weeks of feasting and training, all for this moment. She felt her body trembling like a piece of paper in the wind, her body suddenly seeming weak and thin as a twig. The token from her district, a gold leaf pendent with silver veins entwining through it, hung loosely around her neck on a silver chain that was thin but very strong. It reminded her of herself, in a way, although at this moment all one of the other tributes would have needed to do was push her over and she would have given in. Just let herself die, right then and there. Suddenly, she felt the silver platform rising into the arena. Pinpricks of icy sweat on her neck gave her chills. She could see the arena, now; a vast maze. She quickly spotted the gold corucopia, shining in the hot sun, with all of the supplies overflowing like milk and honey from the opening. She did not want to get caught up in the bloodbath that was sure to follow if everyone made a dash for it, but when she saw a set of silver knives glistening on top of a small pile, she had to bite her lip to keep from yelping. Those were perfect, glorious and sharp. She had to have them. She positioned her legs in a running position, like an athlete about to start a sprint. Her eyes glinted in the harsh light. Every moment felt like an hour. Finally, the time was up; she took off like a bird, sprinting so swiftly that the ground seemed to fly in a green blur underneath her. She grabbed the knives and a small, dark blue pack that could contain anything, and took off away from the Cornucopia toward the cliff. Her heart was pounding against her chest like a wild animal clawing to get free. She gulped, trying in vain to catch her breath, her throat feeling dry as a desert. She stopped before she reached the edge of the cliff, and her shoes sent a few rocks flying down the steep edge, falling for several long seconds before landing in the water beneath in little rippling splashes. She stuffed the knives into the packm, slung it over her shoulder, and turned her back to the water. she lowered her foot down and groped blindly for some kind of foothold, and found a rock that would hold her weight. She lowered herself down slightly and grabbed a ledge with one hand, slowly moving down the cliff foot by foot. She moved quicker as the minutes went by, adapting and learning how to better place her feet. Her hands were sore and her muscles ached, but she couldn't give up now. The Games had only just begun.

Otto Wood- District 10
Otto's chest was filled with anxiety, like burning water flowing through his veins. He couldn't believe it; he was finally here. He and his mentor had already decided that he would go to the Cornucopia; he was strong, fast, and good at hand-to-hand combat. He got ready to run as the seconds ticked away. He could feel the token from his district, a small, wooden ball, rub against his skin through the fabric in his pocket. Finally, the time was up. He made a mad dash into the Cornucopia, and saw an axe and a sharp knife lying close together. He grabbed them both, and dashed for the maze. He turned a corner, and another, until he realized he was absolutely lost. One wall looked exactly like another. How on earth would he get through this thing?

[SilverDoe]

((Victoria already took the knives.))

[gunny's-girl]

((there would be more than one or two knives surely?))

District 12--Sadeeki Dunforth (Dunny)

Dunny had been surveying the arena, his feet poised to run for the cornucopia. When the counting stopped and he was almost sure that the floor wasn't going to blow up from under him, he made a run for it. He ran forward fast, not quite a sprint. He reached the centre and began to grab as much as he could, a mottled green back pack almost half the size of him was slung onto his back. His eyes lit up as he saw the bow and arrows, they were one of the best long distance weapons he knew. they were contained in a weird pouch type thing. And what's better he actually knew how to use them. He shouldered the quiver, quickly stringing the bow. He was about to ((gah forget word...)) put an arrow on the string, when he noticed a sword. It looked long and heavy, he was strong, but was he that strong? he silently asked himself before berating himself for his carelessness, he didn't have time to argue with him self. He reached down and grabbed it, slamming the sheath into his belt. He armed the bow and began to run. He knew all there was, was sea, and he had swum before. He realised what was special about the bow and arrows pouch, it was water proof. He hurriedly shoved it away, fastening it tight. He looked at the cliff and looked at the other contestants. What choice did he have? He approached the edge of the cliff and began to climb down the cliff. It was hard going and he felt like he would fall any second. Hoping that there wan't beasts that would kill him in the water below, knowing the game maker's there probably was.



District 2--Akinson Stone

Kin watched everyone, most were rushing for the cornucopia. But he couldn't he couldn't risk it. Around his feet were a few items and he quickly picked them up, a small heavy rucksack. Hopefully water and food. He couldn't check here! He reached for the broken and stuck it in his belt, for all the good it's dull edges would do him. The backpack felt very heavy on his back, he hoped it wouldn't drag him down to the seabed. He spotted as thin metal tin in front of him and quickly knelt to grab it, he didn't want to try and fit it into the back pack on his back. So he just shoved it in the waist band of his trousers. He looked into the sea and jumped. He needed to get away.


((Sorry WB))

[SilverDoe]

((Yeah, I guess not.))

Victoria Sayr - District 8

It took Victoria a few seconds to take in her surroundings. To her right, the Cornucopia. To her left, the sea. If she made for the sea, she would be safe. She was a good swimmer, perhaps one of the best swimmers in the arena. But how long could she survive without any supplies? If she made for the Cornucopia, she could get supplies, but she would have to fight her way out. She was a terrible fighter. She paused, then made up her mind. She'd make a dash for the Cornucopia. If it was a choice between a fast death or a quick one, she was definately choosing the latter. Besides, she was a fast runner. Maybe she could get back to the water before any one had time to challenge her. It was a slim hope, but the only hope she had.

Three, two, one. Blast off. Victoria counted down in her head, then leapt up and dashed forwards. Something glinted in the corner of her eye. A knife. She wasn't good with knives - she wasn't good with any weapon, really - but she could manage them better than she could swords or arrows. It was light, and quick and easy to use. Well, not so easy to use when you considered the fact that Victoria had never killed before, and was nowhere near morally prepared.

Her heart thumped hard against her chest. Now, if she could make it to the cliffs she be safe. She began running.

Then a rock dislodged herself from beneath her feet and she fell to the ground. She felt like crying. Any chances she might have had were quickly disappearing. All breath had been knocked out of her and her right hand had gone limp. Great. If she'd been hopeless with a knife with the use of her right arm, with out it she was worth.

Someone would come. Soon. And they would finish her off. Feeling a stab of pain in her shoulder, she found herself wishing that whoever would take advantage of this easy kill would hurry up a little.


Andrien Holne - District 9

Andrien ran.

He didn't care about the Cornucopia. He was perfectly capable of gathering his own supplies. All he care about was getting out of there as soon as possible. After a while, he realised he was going in circles. Suddenly, he realised what was happening. This place is a maze. He gasped. He couldn't believe it had never occured to him until now. It was so obvious! If he had missed that, he wondered what else he might have missed...

[.jabberwocky]

Aster Grey- District 10
Finally. It was time. Weeks of feasting and training, all for this moment. She felt her body trembling like a piece of paper in the wind, her body suddenly seeming weak and thin as a twig. The token from her district, a gold leaf pendent with silver veins entwining through it, hung loosely around her neck on a silver chain that was thin but very strong. It reminded her of herself, in a way, although at this moment all one of the other tributes would have needed to do was push her over and she would have given in. Just let herself die, right then and there. Suddenly, she felt the silver platform rising into the arena. Pinpricks of icy sweat on her neck gave her chills. She could see the arena, now; a vast maze. She quickly spotted the gold corucopia, shining in the hot sun, with all of the supplies overflowing like milk and honey from the opening. She did not want to get caught up in the bloodbath that was sure to follow if everyone made a dash for it, but when she saw a set of silver knives glistening on top of a small pile, she had to bite her lip to keep from yelping. Those were perfect, glorious and sharp. She had to have them. She positioned her legs in a running position, like an athlete about to start a sprint. Her eyes glinted in the harsh light. Every moment felt like an hour. Finally, the time was up; she took off like a bird, sprinting so swiftly that the ground seemed to fly in a green blur underneath her. She grabbed the knives and a small, dark blue pack that could contain anything, and took off away from the Cornucopia toward the cliff. Her heart was pounding against her chest like a wild animal clawing to get free. She gulped, trying in vain to catch her breath, her throat feeling dry as a desert. She stopped before she reached the edge of the cliff, and her shoes sent a few rocks flying down the steep edge, falling for several long seconds before landing in the water beneath in little rippling splashes. She stuffed the knives into the packm, slung it over her shoulder, and turned her back to the water. she lowered her foot down and groped blindly for some kind of foothold, and found a rock that would hold her weight. She lowered herself down slightly and grabbed a ledge with one hand, slowly moving down the cliff foot by foot. She moved quicker as the minutes went by, adapting and learning how to better place her feet. Her hands were sore and her muscles ached, but she couldn't give up now. The Games had only just begun.

Otto Wood- District 7
Otto's chest was filled with anxiety, like burning water flowing through his veins. He couldn't believe it; he was finally here. He and his mentor had already decided that he would go to the Cornucopia; he was strong, fast, and good at hand-to-hand combat. He got ready to run as the seconds ticked away. He could feel the token from his district, a small, wooden ball, rub against his skin through the fabric in his pocket. Finally, the time was up. He made a mad dash into the Cornucopia, and saw an axe and a sharp knife lying close together. He grabbed them both, and dashed for the maze. He turned a corner, and another, until he realized he was absolutely lost. One wall looked exactly like another. How on earth would he get through this thing?

sorry for all the edits.. I finally finished this post XD lol

[SilverDoe]

((If you guys wouldn't mind, could someone come over to kill Victoria? She's just lying on the floor, an easy kill.))

Tannlia Sky - District 11

Tannlia ran. The ground rushed beneath her feat, and she sprinted forwards. If she could get out of here fast enough, maybe she could survive. If she could get out of here fast enough, maybe she could stand a chance. If she could get out of here fast enough.... her body slammed into a wall of trees and she groaned. This was no use. The place was a maze. How was she ever meant to get far enough away from the Cornucopia? And how long could she last, without any supplies, unable to find her way around? She should have run to the Cornucopia when she had had a chance. Now if she were to meet another tribute she'd be as good as dead. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she cursed to her self as kept moving forwards, pressing on in hope of finding someplace to spend the night. She kicked a brach out of her way. Then it came to her. A branch! If she used a rock to sharpen it it might just make a reasonably practical spear. Not the best, but a makeshift weapon was a hundred times better than no weapon. Now if she could just kill someone with it, maybe she could find something of real use.....

She stopped, suddenly, as she saw a figure up ahead. Tannlia remembered his name from the recaps of the reapings. Otto Wood. A knife glinted in his hand, and she would have felt like laughing at herself if she hadn't been so utterly terrified. What a chance I've got, she thought sarcastically. Me, standing here with my little twig against Otto, holding an axe and a knife. Still, she had to do something. Carefully she grabbed hold of a branch and swung herself up. Then another. Then another. Soon she was near the top, well out of reach from Otto's heavy axe. His knife, on the other hand, was a completely different matter. But amidst the folaige, she would surely have sufficient cover to at leat be able to doge on time? And there were so many branches up here, it wouldn't be hard for his knife to get stuck in one.....

[.jabberwocky]

Otto ran, the axe feeling nothing more than an extension of his own arm. He was from the lumber district, and had been chopping wood for years, which helped to form the muscles on his scrawny arms; other than pure muscle, he did not have any meat on his bones. He sheathed his knife and rolled the cold, hard axe handle in his fingers as he reached a small clearing. Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the branches of a tree, and glimpsed the face of a girl as she climbed up the rough trunk as nimbly as a squirrel. Her hair disappeared into the leaves and away from sight. Suddenly, his heart started drumming, slowly and painfully; what if she had seen him? Although he was strong, he was not the type who could kill; he was lucky enough to never have been forced to find out. But why had she climbed the tree when the whole point at the beginning was to get as far away from the Cornucopia as possible, and find water? Suddenly, a thought struck him so hard he had to take a step back.
She had run away from him.
Was he really that menacing? He supposed he must be, carrying the large, sharp axe in his hand... he was at a stand-still, having no idea what to do. Should he attack her? That just seemed so wrong... attacking a probably deffenseless girl. Man, if the Capitol could read his thoughts, he'd lose his sponsors in a heartbeat. No one wanted to support a spineless pansy. But maybe that was her tactic, to make him think she couldn't fend for herself when in reality she was a killing machine.
Hey, these were the Games. You never knew.
Before he could think, his mouth acted before his mind. As usual.
"Where'd you learn to climb like that?"
SHEESH, he was stupid! Where on earth had that come from?? Before she could respond, he dashed into the trees, leaving the unknown tribute behind in the clearing.

OTTO WOOD, DISTRICT 7

[CaptainHiccup]

[ What's happening ? I'm lost... And I don't think I can join in since you guys are already grabbing stuff and leaving.. ]