The horn of plenty (Hunger games RP with powers)Open and New

[wolffang21]

((Might as well try))
Flint sighs, hearing Ari, "Finally, something sensible comes from this conversation. You should drop it before you get picked off by the Game Makers, they won't like you talking about cheating them out of their games." He says as he finishes with his sharpening and stows his weapons beside him on the wall of the cave.

[Small Bun]

((Okay!))
Hana watched quietly form outside the cave as they conversed, she looked around every few moments just in case they would not be raided like last time. She was getting darn right tired of this conversation and if they couldn't shut up about it maybe she'd have to shut call it a night. Yet with all the noise they were making it wouldn't be as easy now would it. Letting out a sigh she looked out towards the snowy landscape for any signs of movements while rubbing her arms just to keep warm.

[iWonder]

Froth listened once the subject of families came up and heard Stephanie. "Nobody has any rights anymore. " He muttered, standing up. He couldn't sleep because of all the noise being made. "Rights completely disappeared after the war. Civility? Nobody in charge knows what that is. It is hopeless to think or even hope that such human attributes as kindness, charity and other such things could ever exist in our government again. " He started walking for the opening, but being the genius he was he got his foot caught in the net and tripped on the way out. He freed himself and sat out in the snow finding it much more peaceful over there.

[Small Bun]

((Look the gangs almost back together! XD

[iWonder]

Yup.How has your summer been?)@

[Small Bun]

((Boring... I've just been a shut in and doing art commissions, adopting characters, and basically Roleplaying.

[iWonder]

Cool! I have been developing my traditional techniques. And playing my instruments as well. Oh yes, and hanging with my fella friend.)

[wolffang21]

Flint yawns as he looks out into the frozen night, or what would be if the snow wasn't casting an eerie glow to the Arena. He rested his head against the wall of the cave, his righr hand wrapped tightly around one of his hatchets.