84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

[reynard]

(( So, Aven wanted me to keep Blake alive....*sigh*))
Blake watched the girl throw the knife. Gasping, he grabbed a bag right near the ground by his feet, and ran as fast as he could towards the trees.

[Aven]

(xP sorry~)

.:Karen:.

I continued walking slowly towards a berry bush I had seen. I tiled my head slightly, examining the berries before picking one off the bush carefully. I looked at it closer, then decided it was edible. I popped one in my mouth and bit it, then spit it back out. Edible, but disgusting. I paused, thinking I'd heard footsteps. I turned slightly, seeing a boy running towards the trees. Blake. My eyes widened and I smiled. So he'd made it out alive. That was good.

[lycr]

Mimosa Tanager
|District 10|Female|Age 18

Mimosa felt her footwear thump rhythmically into the ground as she jogged, the warm sun overhead making sure that she toasted like a little marshmallow in an oven as she did. One down. Twenty-three to go.

Just thinking about that mere fact makes her skin prickle from realising the fact. One family must be crying for their child now. It should have been a simple thing for her to process, but it isn’t. She wasn’t mean spirited enough to wave away a life she had come in contact with. As she jogged, she couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t made for this. Everything she could do back home-all her miraculous story-writing skills and photogenic memory and personal achievements-none of them can help her with accepting a person’s death as a simple thing. She mulled over the last over with careful thought. She had darted from the plate, performing a full-blown sprint towards the bounty that laid in the mouth of the horn, and went straight for the weapon pile, snatching a bow and quiver of several polished arrows from the pile and then grabbing the first pack she noticed, manufactured with a sturdy tan fabric. Then, she had ran away in any direction that there had been no Careers or other tributes, and had decided to just wing it.

It was just instinct that kept her going towards a good direction, and a good ten-twenty minutes...or something has passed in between the time she was jogging, and now she was really starting to sweat, tugging at her sticky shirt and slowly slowing her pace, one hand around her bow as she started to look around the surrounding area. Orange leaves drifted slowly from the trees, and leaves were already scattered everywhichway on the ground, her feet crunching in the dead plants. This was rather strange-she could have sworn that it had been summer just ten minutes ago.

[uqtubee]

Anna's eyes widened, hearing fast approaching footsteps, but recognized Karen's partner. Jumping down from the tree, she landed nimbly on her feet. "Hello Blake." she said, her tone non-threatening. "I believe I'm part of a trio alliance now, yes?" she said, smiling crookedly. She turned and looked around. "Karen, you're looking for food, yes?" She froze when she heard more footsteps. Who could that be? she thought frantically. District 10 female tribute, she recognized as Mimosa. Eyes wide, she readied a knife in case Mimosa spotted them.

[Aven]

.:Karen:.

I nodded, then my eyes widened slightly when more footsteps sounded. Swiftly, I readied an arrow and pointed the bow at the ground, but got ready to lift it if needed. My eyes flickered between Anna and Blake.

[reynard]

Blake smiled. Her went to Karen and pulled her into a swift hug, before looking at the other girl. 'I guess.' he said, knowing he probably didn't have a choice. Looking over, he tensed, shifting himself infront of Karen as the other girl appeared.

[lycr]

Kersey Litster
|District 7|Male|Age 15

As the gong rang out about ten or so minutes ago, that’s when the smiling boy realized that that was the end of his guaranteed 60 seconds to live.

He had darted to the cornucopia and just away from any area populated by people-avoiding the Careers’ weapons and the smaller and more desperate tributes with their weaponry. And there, he had managed to snitch a lovely gallon of water, which he was now straining to carry and a duffel bag. Well, at least he’s not dead yet. A mocking smile lit up his features as he swung the duffel bag in his hands, the gallon of water packed safely in the bag with everything else that he didn’t bother checking with. There’s about a million of snide remarks he could have made about the lovely little spring scene spread out in front of him and around him at the moment, laughing about the perfectly stereotypical lovely spring meadow, but he held his tongue, knowing that there could be other tributes concealed around the springy wood, just waiting to attack.

And now, he was just out for a stroll with his duffel bag, in a slightly better-than-the-average-tribute’s mood as he kept walking, his eyes darting around him if any tribute happened to pop out at the last minute. He just hoped that he might make it past today, because it really would have been pathetic. So much for magical robot unicorns, or whatever I said on the night of the interviews. He thought to himself in an sarcastic way.

[Aven]

(Robot Unicorn Attack XP)

.:Karen:.

I hugged Blake back, smiling softly as he pulled away. My cheeks reddened slightly, then I was snapped back to reality by the new footsteps again.

(Short post is short, and I apologize XP)

[uqtubee]

I guess. Anastasia Skuld ducked her head at the words, closing her eyes. Distrust..Karen doesn't trust me either. I guess I can't..blame them though. she thought. Really, what danger could a 12-year old girl prove? Not much. Not much at all. Not much help either, just a bunch of dead weight, she guessed. She sighed, opening her eyes. No use to brood over it now. She kept her knife slightly raised toward the sound of crunching leaves.

[lycr]

Mimosa Tanager
|District 10|Female|Age 18

Mimosa wondered what would Paisley back home make of this.

As soon as she did get the sensation of being watched in this autumn wood did she pick up her pace, sweeping several gazes across the picturesque and calm arena until she managed to locate a trio of tributes. And that’s when the pace began to pick up for her. She wanted to stay calm as long as possible, not wanting to provoke an attack. Despite her instincts, she did not pick an arrow from the quiver just yet, and just stayed low and hurried.

Luckily, she seemed to be out of range now, rounding a sharp corner in the trees and then going into a steady jog once again, occasionally brushing hair from her eyes as she wondered just when she would see...maybe a stream? Or a river? Or a pond or something? If she couldn’t find water eventually, would sponsors look down in pity and send some? Mimosa mused, melancholy welling up into her being. Her ring finger felt tight and she looked down to find the clovery ring, right there. Where Paisley had proposed to her two years ago. Somehow, she’d make it back to him. Somehow.