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[GoldleafOG]

Mason smirked, "Ya hear that Willow? I don't like you!" He snickered, "Imma die anyway, so why not?" The young man shook his head, "We should get going..."

(Sounds good! :3)

[jet pack blues]

(Wait, did you want Mason to like her, also?)

Ruby|District 1|16

"Yeah..." I say, my smile fading. I dip my toe in the water before jumping in. I swim to the shore, which isn't too far away. Pulling myself onto the rocks, I'm glad to finally reach land. I wait for Mason and try squeezing out my hair, which is now sopping wet, as well as my freezing cold body.

[GoldleafOG]

(Eh, I dunno. Maybe they could bond as good friends?)

Mason pulled himself up, panting softly from the swim. He hugged himself, shivering madly, "S-so cold..." He whispered.

[jet pack blues]

(Good idea c: I wanted it to be Jace and Ruby, sort of.)

Ruby|District 1|16

"You look pathetic," I tease as I cross my arms over my chest and begin jumping up and down. I laugh madly as I realize we're alive. "Hey, look at us," I joke. "We're only the best careers, I'd say!" I shiver like a wet dog and look towards the forest. "We should maybe make a base camp. A fire would be nice, as well."

[GoldleafOG]

"Me, pathetic?" Mason shook his head, his blond hair sticking up in directions. He nodded, "Still have those matches..."

[jet pack blues]

Ruby|District 1|16

I laugh for a second before he asks me a real question. "They were in my bag," I say. I pull my bag off of my back and unzip it. Everything in it is dry as a bone, thanks to the plastic it's lined with. "Yeah." I grin. "I do have those matches." I pull out the small little packet that they came in, waving them in the air like it was a million dollars.

[GoldleafOG]

Mason smiled crookedly. It was honestly a miricle no one liked him. He was handsome, and was a great person. His mentor was confused about it as well, but he didn't care, "We need some dry wood..." He started to look around.

[jet pack blues]

Ruby|District 1|16

"Let's go get some, then!" I say. I walk into the forest, and begin gathering limbs and small logs from the ground. I put them in a pile at the base of a tree. I look around for a second. Maybe this could be our camp. It's a small clearing, concealed by trees and shrubs. It's not too far from the water, and we can just as easily collect ground water as we can treat it or boil it.

[GoldleafOG]

Mason walked over, "Hold on." He moved the pile away form the tree a little and put some rocks around it, "we don't want anymore fires."

[jet pack blues]

Ruby|District 1|16

"Of course, not," I say as I begin helping him make a fire pit. When we're done, I place some of the logs in the pit and strike a match. I set it on some dry leaves, and watch as they begin flaming. Soon enough, all of the logs are engulfed in the blaze and I'm satisfied.