Two's 67th Hunger Games [Victor: Adria!]

[+30mg]

theo nodded softly, a bit comforted by maple's determination to put a permanent halt upon clair's disturbing behaviour. even though he still felt remorse and was a a bit worried if maple is to use a particularly solid force upon the girl from four, he knew that it was the right thing to do, and he prayed that everything would be the same again.
but he couldn't guarantee it.
what if clair turned away?
what if she is to attack maple upon the latter's confrontation?
shaking off the unpleasant paranoid thoughts, theo assured himself that maple was a clever girl, and would not accomplish something without any stubborn decisions and unfeeling intolerance. and he also trusted maple to be mature enough to accept maple's words kindly.
"... i-i-i do hope she'll be a-all right..." theo answered, still showing signs of remorse on clair. "... but i r-really think y-you know what you're d-doing... sorry f-for keeping you up, m-maple." still, the adamson's name came out as a significant stutter among theo's natural stammering speech.

[SunnyJustice]

Maple was pleased to see Theodore seemed slightly less anxious. He was still quite nervous, and the tremor in his voice was more noticable when he spoke her name, but Maple didn't mind. Her allies all had different personalities, and she could accept this. However, she would not accept behavior that harmed other teammates, even if the damage was purely mental.
"It is fine," she said plainly, though the words had many meanings. She made to reassure him about Clair's well-being, while also showing she did not mind staying up. She had skipped sleep on the first night, slept the second, and now it was the third. Maple, as an Adamson, liked to fulfill her responsibilities when taking watch. She was prompt and never neglectful.
"I'm on watch." She explained, further clarifying her position by shifting her spear slightly, showing she was ready to fight any hostile tributes. All possibilites of attack would be considered. She expected an honorable confrontation with Adria, but an ambush from Cedric. She was prepared for both.
Maple was always prepared.
Well... almost always.
One year ago...
"Do it, Emilie," she implored, her normally-calm eyes staring with burning intensity. Her fists were clenched tightly as she gazed, unblinkingly, at the horrors unfolding upon the screen.
A small, gentle hand touched her arm. "Maple, she can't hear you. I'm sorry."
His tiny fingers were wrenched away forcibly by a larger hand, and the owner of that hand was not happy. She was not ready to watch this -- but she could not tear her eyes away. Her voice was stern as it often was, yet this time it held anger. "Enough, Olive."
"... But I hope she gets it over with s-soon," continued the boy, latching onto her arm again. He clutched her tightly as tears formed in his wide eyes. "Or it'll be worse than what happened w-with Rowan... worse, even, than when Apricot was-"
In an instant, the boy was on the ground, with his furious sister standing over him. "I said, enough!" came her roar of unbridled rage.
None said another word. Both pairs of eyes returned to the screen.
How could they have prepared for this?

[Any objections for timeskipping to morning?]

[anathema]

xxx"She doesn't stand a chance."
xxx"A nine? That's an exaggeration."
xxx"Maybe the gamemakers will launch a mutt attack on her to finish her off."
xxxPerhaps that's what they're saying about me.
xxxThere were tears, blood, sweat, and dirt. Adria was in extreme physical and emotional agony. She pushed herself through the jungle, and she felt as if her feet were being weighed down by cinderblocks with every dreaded step she took. She couldn't go on much longer, and she had no idea why. She wasn't tired, and she wasn't injured. What could it have been?
xxxShe collapsed for the fourth time, hitting ground with a quiet thud. Her fingers scraped the dirt as she struggled to recollect herself once again, slowly raising to her full height as she picked up her rucksack and heaved it over her shoulder.
xxxPlease. I just want this to be over... Please.
xxxShe thought back to two years ago, when she was so incredibly excited to enter the games. Sixteen-year-old Adria Caraway, fearless and brave, with best friend Jack Tybalt at her side. Unbeatable! they thought. They were so eager to enter this forsaken arena, completely mindless of the consequences.
xxxBut now, look at them.
xxxJack was dead. Those filthy Career tributes from One had partially violated the pact. As for her? She was dragging herself through a rainforest, dying slowly not from blood-loss, but from a broken heart.
xxxShe had no one left, and was going to die alone.
xxxOr so she thought.
xxxShe wanted to it to be the way it used to be. Aster would be sitting at the top of her sycamore, sticking out her tongue at Adonis as he failed time and time again at trying to climb the tall tree. Nobody was able to do it but Aster, and they spent the entire summer trying to prove her wrong—but failed. Asher had once gotten close, but he'd ended up with a broken wrist in exchange for his near victory. Yet at the time, it was worth it to all of them.
xxxI want to go home, and see all of them again.
xxxShe longed to feel the cold air of District Seven, to allow it to nip at her exposed fingers and splash upon her face once again.
xxxBut I cannot see all of them again, for two of them are dead.
xxxShe thought back to Alexander, of course, being a goody two-shoes, always impressing their parents by replacing the kindling when it during their turns to make himself look better than them. Addison had gotten fed up with this, however, and socked Alexander right in the face when he changed it on her turn.
xxxOh, how Adria missed Addison. The little girl was so young, and still asked them where Aster and Adonis were. Eventually, Asher had gotten so infuriated by the inquiry that he told her everything, and the innocence was gone.
xxx"I'm sorry, Addy. We had to tell you sooner or later," Asher had said afterward, rapidly trying to comfort the crying girl as she tried to comprehend the fact that Aster and Adonis had simply disappeared into nothing.
xxxAfter Adonis's death, the charisma that the Caraway home once showed off had faded away. A smile was incredibly rare. Children were training in the forest behind the house and were scolded if their axes or knives landed askew. Adria had to force herself to watch. Ambrose was a drill sergeant, and he had to prepare his soldiers for battle. They wouldn't be ready if he wasn't brusque.
xxxAdria blinked away the memories with tears. They didn't matter anymore.
xxxNothing mattered anymore.
xxxSilence was her new best friend.

[ i'll respond with aster in the morning—i have to do my homework. ^^" ]

[TheFae]

(I have a slight objection, Two! Sorry!)

Naomi
16
Location: Camp
Tagged: Ed

Naomi fell asleep, thinking of the beautiful boy with ice-hair and blue eyes. She woke up, and immediately saw him. She bounced over to him, smiling wider than the day.
"Hello, Ed. How are you?" She asked.
He then threw his arms around her, and she hugged him back.
"Will do. Clair is a wonderful girl though." She smiled, getting drawn into his spell. "I love the cheesy pick-up lines though." She smiled, blushing a little. He called her beautiful. How was she so lucky?
"So are you like a guardian angel?" She asked, leaning back from the hug to the point where she could still stare into his eyes, but still be close to him. If this was heaven, she never wanted to leave.

Cedric
18
Location: His Little Island
Tagged: No One, yet

Cedric smiled as he was shook awake by a cannon. Another boomed across the sky, and Cedric's eyes immediately went up. He saw one of the Careers go up.
"Time to make my move." He whispered as he stood up and stretched. He grabbed his sword and carefully attacked it to his pants. He then took a running dive into the water, staying under, and then resurfacing quietly. He made smooth strokes through the water as he swam to shore.

(sorry Two!)

[SunnyJustice]

[Alright, I'll wait a little. ^^ By the way, Cedric can kill Skype and later Angelina as well, unless Natsume returns and has objections to this. I also posted Ed's response at the end of page 21.]

[anathema]

xxxPushing, stumbling through plants and reeds, frantically trying to escape.
xxxIt was Bauxite Strong of District One, running away from the girl from Seven in fear. Fear used to not be a word, but the girl was mad, just like her sister. She'd broken Scarlet's bones by crashing her into a tree before brandishing her blade and burying it into her chest not once, but many times, each stab followed by a sob of emotional agony and scorn.
xxx"Please... I must return..." Bauxite whispered beneath his breath, his eyes skimming over the thickly-wooded jungle. The sunlight could not help him now, for the vegetation relinquished its rays. How could he find his fellow Careers again? What if they believed that he'd abandoned them?
xxxHe stopped and turned around. Nothing was in sight except for what seemed like miles and miles of leafy plants and tall trees. There was no escape.
xxxSo Bauxite sat against the trunk of a tree and waited. Not for anyone in particular, but something. He ate, he drank, and he slept. It was easy.
xxxBut it wasn't long before he was beginning to run low on supplies. His canteen was nearly empty, and he only had three crackers and one small package of beef strips remaining. He killed any small animal that wandered by, and tried to refill his water bottle whenever it rained, which had only happened once.
xxxI'm lost, and I'm dying. If I wander, I will only find myself going deeper into this forest, he thought. At this point, starvation will claim me, unless a tribute comes by. And if the latter option happens... Bauxite glared through the thick foliage, pausing his thoughts to wipe sweat off his brow. I will not simply allow them to kill me. I will go down with a fight, even if crazed and dehydrated or going hungry. I shall honor my district and Scarlet.

xxx"Defacing his style? Aw, darn," Aster said with a laugh. "I didn't know that methods of torture or ways to kill someone could be copyrighted. I better get a patent for what I did to Rosemary, or someone else is gonna carve their initials into their victim and get all the credit." She shook her head after finishing her sentence.
xxxShe clasped her hands over her mouth when Apricot called Marie, trying to suppress a fit of sarcastic chortling. This was thrilling; she could finally give that dim-witted Marie Lorech what she deserved. Killing her wasn't enough. Her death had been quick and easy. A sword through the stomach had sealed the deal. Aster had hated Marie more, yet gave Rosemary a much more painful death and disliked her less. But she'd fix that. She was going to kill Marie a second time, and since she wasn't armed like the first time, this would be much more agonizing than before.
xxxAster glanced around. "Yeah, let's jump out a window—but first, do you know where the nearest fire extinguisher is located? I'm gonna throw it at Marie Lorech's head when she sees us and starts to run away. Man, that'll be a sight to see. You know what? I think we should bring Adria here to help us out. Last I saw her on the television, she was fast asleep. Whaddya think?" She asked with a devious grin.

[SunnyJustice]

[Lol it's fine Fae! ^^]

Ed was naturally pale, so his blush was extremely noticable. "Uhh, t-thank you, Naomi," he said awkwardly, a shy little smile on his face. This scene was more terrifying than his death, much more terrifying. Not only was Naomi close friends with his deranged sister, she had also complimented him on his completely stupid pick-up lines, and now she was looking into his eyes.
Naomi was killing him all over again.
And he loved it.
"I guess I am," he said with a crooked shrug. He was grinning wider now. "I was actually just wandering, because I got scared after hearing my sister saying some pretty disturbing stuff, and I thought you were my bro, Cole." He laughed, feeling more casual now that he had talked more. "But this is a pleasant surprise, to see you here, I mean. Just don't end up here permanently, okay?"

Apricot shrugged at the style comments. "I don't much care for his style anyway, he is the most dull idiot in my entire family. First of all, he takes too long having stupid conversations with his victims instead of actually killing them," she ranted, "and second of all, he is way too quick and boring when he actually gets around to doing it. I, on the other hand, make my murders interesting!" She loved to boast of her superiority to her kin, especially over Rowan, who was almost as annoying as Willow.
She then walked casually to the wall, ripping the fire extinguisher off violently. She wasn't very careful and ripped off part of the wall, too. But who cared? They were burning down the place anyway, and getting rid of the fire extinguisher was an added bonus. "Think fast!" the crazy Career cackled, tossing the large canister towards Aster. "This is gonna be awesome. Too bad Adria has to dream herself here if she wants to participate. But oh well, let's just have some fun."
"I can't wait to see that nose-picking hair-flipper get her empty skull bashed in!" she snickered, walking to the nearest window and throwing it open. The fresh air made the fire down the hall spread faster, which brought a smile to Apricot's face.
"After we're done, I'll get someone to put her remains back together -- and then I'll dump her in the brimstone pit. She can smooch with Richie all she wants. They both probably have diseases, so when they kiss, they'll infect each other and suffer even more." She shrugged, thinking she was so creative, then threw herself out the window with an insane whoop.
She hit the ground running. "Oh, Marie! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

[anathema]

xxx"Don't worry, I know where you're coming from," Aster replied. "At the bloodbath during my games, it was like I was having tea time with him or something! If I hadn't acted, we probably would have been there all day. But hey, I shouldn't be complaining. I like to chat with my victims as well, you know? Make them feel a little more at home." She grinned malevolently, her eyes glistening red for a split-second before fading into their natural color.
xxxThe fire extinguisher had almost knocked Aster to the ground when she went to catch it—she wrapped her arms around the large red can, stumbling back against the wall until finally regaining her footing. She glanced back up, lifting the fire extinguisher so she had a better grasp of it. "Dang. There's always next time, right? Or maybe she'll end up here. After all, she's dehydrated and crazed and spent the past day sleeping," Aster stated with a shrug. She personally didn't want her younger sister to die, and was proud of her for getting so far—Adonis had placed eleventh, and Aster was initially very ticked off with her brother. Too nice, too trusting. Why couldn't he had just killed Tora at the beginning? It probably wouldn't have made a difference anyway, since Emilie was incredibly skilled, but it would have upped his status in the games. But that was simply her viewpoint—a traitorous viewpoint. Of course.
xxx"We can get Adonis to put that papermaker Marie Lorech's remains back together. He'll do whatever you want if you bat your eyelashes and say 'pretty please'. He's weak," Aster snorted, "probably because he gets a lot of sleep, like you said." The statement was followed by a crude smirk.
xxxAster stood in the threshold of the window, throwing her arms up and shouting a few profane phrases before leaping out. She crashed into the ground, creating a large imprint in the ground that was shaped like her body. She climbed out before following after Apricot, shouting, "Seven, eight, nine, ten! Ready or not, here we come!"

[SunnyJustice]

"It'll be easy to find her," said Apricot with a yawn. She was secretly pleased with the way Aster had jumped out of the window, cursing, before slamming into the ground violently. Apricot didn't swing that way, but if she did, she would have a hard time deciding between Leala and Aster.
"Just follow the disgusting stench of rat. I always associate everyone with some kind of animal. I'm like a wolf, an Alpha-female to be exact. Duh. Marie, like Bane, is a rat. I would ship them together -- you know me and matchmaking -- but Marie's dating that poisonous snake, Richie. You... huh, you totally scream 'wolverine' to me! Let's see how a rat fares against a wolf and a wolverine, shall we?"

[hilde]

(Idea: Have Clair sneak out of camp and kill Angelina and Skype.)