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

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xxx"Disgusting scent of a rat," Aster echoed, raising the fire extinguisher eagerly. "That may be a little difficult. There are so many rats around here, and we might track down the wrong one. But that doesn't matter, because we'll torture that rat instead." She grinned evilly. "Richie ain't no poisonous snake. He's an addlebrained little squirrel." She paused. "Nah, not even that. He's a... he's a cricket! Because crickets are annoying, and always hopping away from something rather than confronting it. Also, I like to squish crickets." Aster then stamped at the ground, pretending there was an imaginary cricket in the grass.
xxx"Me? A wolverine! Aww, that's awesome! They kind of remind me of Tasmanian devils—and those things are my youngest sister, Addison. She liked to bite people when she was a toddler, and her teeth had an iron grip once they were latched onto something! Once she enters the games, she'll probably kill other tributes by sinking her teeth into her their throats." foreshadowing... Aster began to laugh at her previous statement. "A rat versus a wolf and a wolverine? Oh, that poor rat..." She trailed off mockingly, tilting the fire extinguisher so that it was poised for her to throw it. "Now let's follow that putrid scent."

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(Is it actually? Is Addison going to behave like Enobaria??)

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(Is it actually? Is Addison going to behave like Enobaria??)

[ you'll see in eight years. ]

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(I'm scared.
By the way I think Garish and Rowan should become friends in Lecture Hall.)

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Adria awoke yet again from uncinsciousness, noisily clambering to her feet and heaving her rucksack over her shoulder. She drew her karambit, slashing through vines and thicket with a new sense of energy and power. She felt well-rested and all her wounds had nearly healed from the encounter with Bauxite and Scarlet, and she was ready to hunt down the remaining soloist tributes.
She hiked uphill through the jungle, eyes piercing through the undergrowth and gleaming dangerously. She knew that she'd never make it home if she didn't eliminate the lone tributes out in the rainforest—right now, she wasn't ready to take on the Careers. She would not go after them, and they would not go after her. Yet.
She stopped walking and listened carefully. She could hear the sound of the ocean in the distance, but there was a faint disturbance in the trees that caused her to crane her neck upward.
A tribute.
There was nothing else that could have made such a sound other than a muttation, and she doubted that such thin-branched trees could hold such large creatures. Someone was watching her, and it was indefinitely a human being.
"Come on out," Adria beckoned calmly. "Make this easy for yourself. You can either fight me, or allow me to kill you. And if you try to run, I will not make your death quick like I plan to now."

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(Ana according to the rules since Natsume hasn't posted on this thread in 5 days you can just have Adria power play killing Skype)

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[Hilde -- Rowan considers himself friends with all true Careers. ^_^
Also, yes, Hilde's right. Natsume knows about her characters' upcoming deaths and still has not posted, and I have given more than the alloted time I said until we power-play their deaths.
After Adria kills Skype, I'll have Clair kill Angelina.]

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Adria watched as the girl came down from her hiding place in the trees and awaited her response. But, the girl did not speak—much to her confusion. She had simply sat down before her on her knees, looking up at her calmly.
"Are you going to fight?" Adria asked patiently.
She watched as the girl shook her head with slight bewilderment, but dipped her head in understanding. "I'll make it quick. I promise."
With trembling fingers, Adria lifted the blade of her karambit, and with a quick slicing motion, she slashed open the throat of the girl from Twelve. A cannon instantly fired in succession, and Adria quickly left the scene.
She wasn't quite in the mood to stare down at an innocent young girl's corpse.

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Clair woke up in confusion. Now, for a second she had actually believed it was just a normal dream, but she had genuinely not known she had disturbed Theodore until Rowan told her. Was this some kind of District Two religion-turned-reality, or was her imagination just really good and more intelligent than she was? Either way, it made Clair even less afraid of dying. She wanted to believe this. If there were truly good books to read in the afterlife, Clair was more excited than ever, and she was so curious to finish Rowan's reference book on various killing methods. I can't wait until Theodore finishes-
Oh, right... those thoughts scare people, apparently, she reminded herself. The girl couldn't sleep, and took a peek outside of her tent. It was still dark. Aw, man, Theo and Maple are on watch. I'm gonna be in huge trouble! What to do, what to do... I need to go for a walk.
The small girl sneaked out of her tent, crawling behind it and listening for her allies. No one was coming towards her. Clair quickly scurried away on her hands and knees, and once she had gone from sand to the tree cover, she rose to her feet and ran as fast as she could.
This is not a walk, but it'll do.
She was smiling, but somehow it wasn't as genuine as it usually was. Her rapier, instead of being loosely held, was gripped tightly in her white-knuckled hand. Once in a while she would look over her shoulder. Something was wrong, she could feel it, and what if it was her fault?
The Capitol anthem played, and Clair looked up through the thin canopy. The death recap played, showing Scarlet Carmine of District One first. Clair gasped, and her smile faltered as she stopped in her tracks. Who had done this outrageous thing? Scarlet's image was then followed by Ryann Gardener of District Five, Jack Tybalt of District Seven, and Ashley Richardson of District Twelve. Clair didn't care.
Someone had killed one of her best friends.
And that someone was going to pay.
She heard a subtle sound of rustling straight ahead. "Who's there?" she called out. She was so upset, she wasn't even smiling anymore. This wasn't funny. "I'll -- I'll fight you!"
When she received no response but more rustling, Clair broke into a run -- and almost immediately noticed the girl in the next clearing. A brief skirmish ensued, followed by a cannon. Clair rose to her feet, surprised it wasn't her own. The fight had been over in seconds, yet the Career was already bleeding heavily from a bloody gash down her arm. How had that happened?
Her sword was still in her fallen opponent. It had gone through the District Eleven girl's back, and protruded out her chest. Normally Clair would have made some kind of comment on how it was supposed to be the other way around, but this wasn't the time for being stupid.
"Did you kill her?" Clair demanded, pulling her weapon out of the body and shouting at the dead girl. "Answer me!"
No reply.
As enraged, aggrieved tears streamed down her face, Clair let out a cry of frustration and stormed away. She was not happy, and hadn't yet taken out all her anger.
Anger. She never knew she had it.
But now she knew.
"Who killed Scarlet?" she demanded, slashing through the undergrowth wildly. Her usually-bright hazel eyes were darkened in fury. "You'll pay -- you'll pay for this!"

[Since Adria and Clair are both outdoors and possibly near one another, this is an ideal time for 'the plan' -- we don't have to wait until after Bauxite's death if you want to do it now.]

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[ i don't think i'm going to be on for the rest of the night ;n; and if i can sneak onto my ipad a few times, my replies will be really short and i wanted to make this scene descriptive and all that. perhaps we could hold off to baux's death? i'm sorry :< ]