CONGRATULATIONS CITY GIRL!!!

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(What time of day is it?)

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how about early morning?

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(Of the day after the sandstorm or is it still that day? Sorry for all the questions, just want to be sure of whats going on before I post again.)

[Gene]

Jerzey. and Sebastian.Michaelis

Summary: There is a Raptor heading straight for Taylor and Nick.

Avery, who always picked his victims based on how well they were doing, noticed with interest that District 2's female tribute had yet to fall victim to the Gamemakers's power, with the exception of the sandstorm that everyone was affected by. It was a shame that she was allied with the boy that already had a gash on his back, received from a tribute in the beginning of the Games. His main target was the girl, but the boy just happened to be in the way and he could do nothing about it. Shrugging, he considered his options before choosing a Raptor and setting it loose in the Arena, sending it towards their little tent that they'd pitched up using tarps. He then leaned back and waited for the destruction to occur.

[studio killers.]

{ sandstorm is over, guys. :3

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T a y l o r . R a e


Taylor heard a shrill cry. Swinging her sword towards the entrance, she looked wildly out from a hole in between the tarp and cornucopia. A raptor. Really? Just what she needed. Just when she thought she would survive. I mean, down to a few tributes? She might've made it out alive. She tied the piece of cloth securely around her head. As she picked up her sword, she heard a Ting! as a claw slashed their shelter. Taylor panicked. Don't judge her! It's easy to freak out in the Hunger Games. The tribute flipped as she stepped outside. The sand-storm fought its way into her eyes, rendering her temporarily blind. I can't be out here for long, She told herself. I have three minutes. She swung her sword blindly, attacking off of sound. It was still difficult, sand and wind screeched past her ears, nearly deafening her. She felt the ground shake as the raptor charged. Jabbing her spear into empty space, she missed, but was rewarded with a solid Thwack! as the flat of her sword smacked the creature in the head. She knew it was after her; she still wasn't injured. It was out to hurt her, not kill her. If she allowed herself to get a few scratches, it might leave. The girl stood still momentarily, and allowed the Raptor to screech in her face, and send her flying with its tail. She grunted, and clutched her hand to her chest. It knocked the wind out of her. Trying to regain her breathing, Taylor forced air in and out of her lungs. She figured her time was a full minute. She had two left. She shoved her cloth to her face again, panting heavily. Taylor scrambled for her weapon, only to be blocked with a talon. She felt something hit her arm; something sharp and painful. She screamed, the talon cutting a two inch-deep cut in the fat of her fore-arm. Taylor reached and grunted, crying, desperate for her sword. Just another inch! she moaned. Another foot clamped down on her wrist, cutting off circulation. She jerked and pulled, feeling Death itself nearing her. Taylor looked up at the shimmering white teeth of the raptor. "Good bye, Tessa." She sobbed. "Good bye." She felt the grip on the raptor lessen slightly. She ambushed it with all the force she could. She ripped her arms from its grasp and kicked its knee, startling it. She summer-saluted for her sword, feeling protected. The Raptor came for her again, and she swung, connecting with it in it's knee. She looked up at it, hoping the Game-makers would let her be. Fighting tears, she swung again and again, not knowing if she connected with the Raptor or not. She felt the sandstorm die out slowly, and finally drop. She felt conciously grateful that the game-makers dropped that. She decided that if she was going to die, she was going out with a bang.

[flare ♥]

|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Sheltering in a tree
Alliances: Max
Items: 1 Empty Water Bottle, Tarp, Plastic Garbage Bag, Stone Throwing Knives,
1 Knife, 1 Healing Medicine, 1 Burn Medicine, 1 Bandage, 2 Bottles Of Clean Water, and 1 Dagger
Injuries: No Sight in Left Eye

Azalea stared in horror at the dead poisoned body of Max, her breathing shallow. She grabbed his supplies, everything, finally breaking. A soft tiny little tear slid down her cheek, she shuddered as she stripped Max of his items. She took his water bottle, tarp, plastic garbage bag, stone throwing knives, a knife, and his healing medicine. She was a bit more fond of Max than Leah, he just seemed more trustworthy and he had been a good ally. Wordlessly, she closed his glassy eyes. She thanked him in her mind, and ventured out to find a place for shelter. The tiredness wasn't as overwhelming, she found herself feeling a bit stronger now with more items, and at the same time weaker having lost both allies. Its not fair. She thought, shuddering at Max's strangled body in her mind. She could only image in how awful his family must feel. She wondered if that would be how her family would watch her die, or if they would watch at all. She hoped if it did come to that, they would look away.

(I'm back Thank you for excusing me, and I'm sorry again about having to leave for a while)

[NoisyBirds]

Nicks eyes widened as the raptor ran out. This was his chance. He sent yeti out, the large dog nipping at the raptor before ducking away, trying to distract the creature. Nick steeled his nerves for way he was about to do. The district five boy, who had hated killing flies, was now drivin his sword into the raptor, blocking Taylor from its rage. He let out a slight grunt as his sword hit the raptor, digging in before being pushed out h. The beast. He ducked back, his wound opening as he ducked away back to safety. Yeti went back to gaurd Shi's bleeding master, growling at the raptor.

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~Fawna Ala Tau~
-Female- Southern Desert- Dusk- Items; Blowgun, Darts, Plastic Trash Bag, 1 10-square Blanket, 1 Small Canteen, Water Purification Supplies, Sword, Empty Water Bottle- Injuries; Deep Cut to Left Shoulder (Bandaged), Sun Burn, Small Scratches from Sandstorm- Companion; Bengli-

Fawna blinked herself awake, startled that she had actually fallen asleep. Bengli shifted as she moved and got up, scurrying outside, like it was afraid of touching her. Fawna rolled her eyes, wild animals were always strange like that. One minute they couldn't get enough of being around you, the next they'd eat you given the chance. She pushed herself to her feet, groaning with her stiffness. She walked around the rock that she'd hidden in to loosen her muscles and to observe the damage done by the storm. The surrounding area looked completely different and if she didn't know that the storm had come from the north, she'd probably be lost and wandering until she died. Not that she wasn't wandering now. She sighed and went to retrieve her things.
She was hungry and thirsty and she wanted a bath. Bengli frolicked in the sand, obviously glad to no longer be confined by the sandstorm. Fawna didn't understand why Bengli hadn't seemed to drink anything since they'd met. Maybe the cat had been engineered to need next to no water, or maybe Bengli was getting from something else. Stuffing her badly abused blanket back into the bag which she had used as a back rest, probably why her back hurt so bad. Slinging it over one shoulder she looked around and head once again in a southernly direction.
After a while, she thought she could smell water. She stopped and blinked, thinking she was hallucinating. Bengli, however, raced forward, making an odd chirping noise. After some consideration, Fawna decided that she couldn't afford not to investigate. She was dehydrated and on the verge of heat exhaustion. If it was water, it would likely be an oasis which mean predators. She knew she needed water or her death was going to be a foregone conclusion. She crossed the last dune and looked down on the oasis. Luckily, it looked clear and only had a couple of palm trees on its west side. If she stayed away from the trees, she might be able to use the oasis without disturbing the spiders.
She circled the oasis until she was on its east side to avoid the trees and knelled at the water's side. Splashing her face with water, Fawna wondered if she needed to purify this water or not. Oasis were generally created by springs, which were pure but what impurities did the sand it touched have? She decided that it would be best to purify the water before she drank it. She wouldn't drink untreated water until she needed to. She sat about purifying it, first in the water bottle and then in the canteen.

[flare ♥]

|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Sheltering in a tree
Alliances: Max
Items: 1 Empty Water Bottle, Tarp, Plastic Garbage Bag, Stone Throwing Knives,
1 Knife, 1 Healing Medicine, 1 Burn Medicine, 1 Bandage, 2 Bottles Of Clean Water, and 1 Dagger
Injuries: No Sight in Left Eye

Azalea sat with her new supplies, the hot desert sun making her sweat. She took a big sip of water, she hadn't drank much of anything the whole time she had been in the arena. It immediately cooled her burning and aching throat. She suddenly realized that she had adjusted much more to not seeing in her left eye. However, only a tiny tinge of happiness seeped through her. She was still sad about Max. Unfair. She thought to herself. She knew that the Gamemakers would be pushing the tributes closer together now, and she was prepared. For the first time, she had confidence, maybe she could win. Maybe she could go home to her family. Yeah, right. a tiny voice intruded her happy thoughts. She shoved it away, thinking positively. Her stomach ached for food, and she knew she had to go get something to eat. She had stayed right around the tiny woods, and she ventured in to find some plants. Luckily, she saw a small hidden bush of familiar berries that she used to eat all the time at home. She picked them delicately, opening one to make sure the inside was ok. She verified it as the correct berry, nothing poisonous. She quietly went back to her little camp and ate a few of them, her hunger subsiding a bit.