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-αgє :: Seventeen.
gєηdєя :: Female.
dιѕtяιct :: Three.
αllιєѕ :: None.
ρσιηтѕ ѕρєηт :: 0.
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{ ιѕιѕ αrιeɴɴα roѕe }
ιɴveɴтory :: Two daggers, one empty backpack, five apples, and one bottle of water.
As soon as the timer struck zero, Isis darted toward the cornucopia. Keeping up long strides, she found herself in the middle ring. For a moment she paused, looking wildly around her for any sign of another tribute near her. Come on, you have to get what you need and then run as far as you can. Put some distance between you and the other tributes, she thought to herself, keeping the plan she had started in training in her head. Making a wild grab, she took up an empty backpack and shoved a package of five apples and one water bottle into it, and fastened it tightly around her. Looking around her, she spotted four daggers, and grabbed two of them, holding one in her hand and fastening the other to her belt with a string she had snuck in.
Feeling a slight sting in her ear, she put her hand up against it and felt the warm, stickiness of blood. She looks around her for the attacker, but all she could see was everyone either dashing away, fighting for supplies, or dying. Panicking, she turned tail with what she had and made a run for it, taking in deep and slow breaths to try and pace herself. For a split second, she stopped and turned, considering making allies with one of the tributes. No, don't be daft. They'd probably get themselves killed. She thought to herself, denying her own longing for someone to share this horrible time with. She turned from the cornucopia once again, and began to run as fast as she could away from the other tributes.