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

[+30mg]

theodore's eyes started to drop out of noteworthy sleepiness, however, it seemed the littlest of power left in his body kept him awake. he soon realized that this 'power' he was so used on depending, was in fact not from his own influential behaviour, however, it was of slight fear that maple might scold theo for sleeping in his watch, that's why he was so determined to stay awake. it was a bit ridiculous though, as it was easy to find him partially drifting off to slumber only to hit reality once more, it was like a cycle in which he played it all over again.
theo heard the tiniest of rustle, the most insignificant, irregardless, unimportant sound that one may not hear so easily. he turned his head back, face pale, as he was truly imagining a mutt that was there to pounce on him. yet what he saw was nothing more than the sandy darkness and the dark silhouettes of the tall palm trees, dancing monotonously in the nighttime winds.
but what was that rustle?
that slight sound?
it wasn't of a beast...

[SunnyJustice]

[Alright, that's fine too. Clair can die probably on the next morning of the Games. No worries! ^^]

Clair had been out until midnight, and her anger was not quelled. She was going to vivisect the first non-Career who came near her. Her path was aimless, and soon she found herself in an open, sandy area. Good. All the better to chase down the little feline-lovers and rip them a set of gills. A camp was in the distance. Have all the non-Careers united against us? she thought, even more infuriated. I knew it! They are all going to die for this! I'll make them pay!
She quickened her pace, sprinting towards the camp, and entered with a battle cry...
... Only to realize she was back at her own camp.

Maple kept an close eye on Theodore, while also attentively watching the dark expanse of sand. She could tell her ally was fatigued; he alternated between nodding off and snapping back to alertness, but Maple didn't judge. She was on watch, too -- it was her watch -- and if Theodore hadn't been so anxious after the Clair incident, Maple would have forced him to sleep as well.
She noticed movement in the distance. Immediately she stood with her spear raised, ready to attack the crazed tribute running towards their camp. "Clair," she said, realizing who it was, and lowered her weapon. The small girl tore into the outcrop like she was completely mad. Luckily, recognition flashed in her tearful hazel eyes and she dropped her sword in the sand. Just standing and staring.
The cannons in the distance -- at least one of them was Clair's kill judging by her bloodied blade, illuminated in the campfire's light. However, Maple was not pleased. First Clair had terrified Theodore with a ridiculously cheerful attitude, while attempting to dictate her own death at his hands, and now she had run off. Alone. At night. Without Maple's permission.
"Apologize," Maple commanded sternly, rising to her feet.
"I'm sorry," cried Clair. "I shouldn't have run off like that! I didn't know what to do, I just needed time alone, so I went for a walk... but then I saw Scarlet's picture in the sky and I, and I needed to get revenge." She gazed at her rapier with something resembling shame and regret in her eyes. "I won't -- I won't do stupid stuff again, Maple, I promise I'll tell you where I'm going next time."
Maple was slightly placated, but still not satisfied. "And?"
"Theo, I..." the girl stammered. "What I said was really creepy, wasn't it?"
Maple nodded, folding her arms. She looked like one of those stereotypical, strict Adamson-mothers, disciplining one of her children. Though Maple was a little surprised to see Clair without a smile, it was even more surprising that it took this long for Clair to realize how horrifying she sounded.
"I'm really sorry if I scared you," said Clair. "Really. I n-never wanted to upset anyone. I promise I'll stop saying that kind of stuff if it -- if it makes you uncomfortable."
Maple uncrossed her arms and relaxed her posture, no longer using such unhappy body language. She would be content with Clair's apology as long as Theo was.

[+30mg]

a canon roared in the distance, and a shiver crawled down his back. theo then heard a shift on the sands to see maple standing up, and this sudden action quickly consumed her sleepiness. he was expecting a stern anger shot at him for nearly drifting away, but the spear and the name that was called shocked theo.
he couldn't help but stand up as well, first not believing that maple called her name as she watched the distance, as if clair had escaped camp. but when the light of the fire struck her face, theo slightly gasped before retreating, hiding behind the spear-wielding adamson. he eventually blocked out clair's voice, only hearing maple's strict and robust voice hearing the singular word: apologize, coming out from the latter's mouth. the could only watch clair for a split second as she broke down, as her emotions all spewed and stirred up. even though theo did blocked out clair's voice from his recognition, -- not wanting to hear anything out from her mouth once more -- he was sure that clair was truly apologizing, and theo couldn't take clair's pained expression to his eyes, he averted his gaze to the sands.
"And?" maple said, and theo thought that pressuring the girl into spilling all her mistakes in the first place was already enough, however, there was still fault in clair's behalf? theo decided to listen, but then almost reasoned with maple to halt the action, but before he could request to stop, theo heard his name escaping clair's lips.
"What I said was really creepy, wasn't it?"
theo nodded slightly, eyes still looking down, but then he wanted to ensure that clair was not all at fault. "b-but, it's r-really o-oka-"
"I'm really sorry if I scared you," interrupted clair, and theo removed his gaze from the sands, now completely acknowledging clair with his eyes wide. "Really. I n-never wanted to upset anyone. I promise I'll stop saying that kind of stuff if it -- if it makes you uncomfortable."
theo nodded once more, he really trusted clair to follow her promise, he was sure of it.
he knew that clair was a nice person.
and that she didn't deserve the pain that she was going through.
closing in his distance between clair, theodore halted, standing in front of the weeping girl, looking at her with his eyes soft and his expression...
forgiving.
soon, the boy embraced the sad girl in a warm hug. a sincere touch, a genuine action of forgiveness. he hoped that this may calm clair down, he hoped that nothing would cut her deep once more.
"i-it's okay... really... it's all right... it's all right... everything's fine..."

[SunnyJustice]

Maple grunted in approval and stalked off, still holding her spear. She was finally content with Clair's repentance and did not plan on executing a formal punishment. In fact, Maple hadn't carried out a true punishment yet. She had not been pushed to the point of doing so. Maple was much more merciful compared to Willow, yet was less forgiving when tributes indeed went too far.
The Clair issue was finished. There were worse problems Maple needed to contemplate. Bauxite and Scarlet had also left camp without permission. This was a significant issue.
Since the other non-Careers were inadequate to threaten District Seven, Jack Tybalt's image in the skies could only mean one thing. Bauxite and Scarlet were not adhering to the agreement to behave honorably towards the Caraways and Tybalts. It was acceptable to hunt Jack and Adria, as long as the fight was respectful and honest, but ambushing was not respectful.
And with the way District One stalked out of camp, so silently -- Maple was convinced they were ambushing. A violation upon the Careers' honor. Scarlet's death served to solidify her clear theory of the forbidden event. When and iff Bauxite returned, Maple would reprimand him sternly.
He had not betrayed the alliance completely, but he had disobeyed a treaty, and there were consequences for these actions. Maple would assign him to the most low and humiliating jobs of all, but she would allow him to live... if and only if he repented in a prompt and sincere manner.
And if he resisted, or one more offense was committed...
The outcome would not be pleasant for him.

Clair stared up at Theodore pleadingly with her single hazel eye. She was expecting more stern words, or a thorough explanation of why she was a disgrace to the Career name -- she hadn't been expecting this. She hadn't expected forgiveness. Gratefully, the small girl leaned into her friend's gentle embrace, her sobs gradually fading as her breathing resumed its even pace.
"Thank you," she eventually said when her tears had subsided altogether. She wiped her eye, her old smile slowly returning to her face. "I want to be good. I just don't know what's good or bad, it's really hard to understand. Can you help me?"

[hilde]

"I will keep my voice down indoors. I will keep my voice down indoors." Jack was writing in small letters on EVERY blackboard. He finished his last one finally and walked out of the door. Jody was there with crossed arms and she was NOT happy.
"What is it now?" Jack said angrily.
"Jules peeked at Acacia's future predictions about District 1. In 2 years District 1 will be kicked out of the Careers. For GOOD! Serves them RIGHT! But they're still in next year!"
"What's your problem? You never stop getting angry at me." Said Jack.
"I'm sorry." Sighed Jody. "I'm just really upset because of how you died."
"Not your fault." Said Jack. "I'm finally done my punishment for using an outdoor voice in the office. Do I have to go to class now?"
"No." Said Jody. "Normal tributes go to class. We're Tybalts and we have a good relationship with District 2 so we can either do whatever or find a job."
"Can I see Adria again?"
"Not right now. You can go outside though."
"THERE'S AN OUTSIDE? SWEET!" Jack ran to the open window and jumped out then ran across the field waving his arms around in joy as he sprinted laps without getting tired. Jody watched him from the window sill laughing at her brother.

Scarlet was hard at work as a janitor. She was cleaning detention right now and mopping the floors. She was sweeping the hellhound pit and heard a noise.
"WHO'S THERE? IS IT A CARAWAY?" She screamed.
"No it's me." Said Cobalt walking out from behind a doghouse. He had a chain attached to his leg. "I'm in charge of taking care of the hellhounds."
"You look like they eat you alive every day and someone has to put you back together." Scarlet laughed.
"Leah Brie is the only one who can magically heal people but she never uses it on me. I have to actually get stitched back together by an amateur student whenever any of my arms or legs get ripped off by a hellhound." Explained Cobalt sadly with a smile. "But at least Willow doesn't come down here... I'm safe down here from her which is all I want. Any kind of hell is better than being stabbed by her!"
Scarlet laughed. "Serves you right for being a hell of a jerk brother and then trying to get the LEADER to betray her OWN alliance. You failed so hard."
"Yes I did." Said Cobalt sitting down. Scarlet saw he was actually chained to the doghouse thing. "But I don't care. All I care about is that she doesn't stab me again. I can face anything just not her!"
Scarlet ignored his whining as she finished sweeping the floor and went to mop somewhere else.

[TheFae]

Cedric
18
Location: Beach
Tagged: Bauxite

This was Cedric's moment of glory. This was going to be the best kill of the Games, and he was going to win it all, starting now. He was going to kill a Career.
His sword was cool against his wet palm. It felt very nice, actually. It kept him grounded, from allowing his thoughts to wander. He was silently treading on the sand, looking for his prey. He felt like a wolf, a deadly hunter looking for a nice plump rabbit to eat. He smiled at the thought, remembering that a past Career referred to herself as Alpha.
"I'm the Alpha now," Cedric hissed as he found his prey.
Bauxite. The boy who fell in love with that Scarlett girl. Fool.
He leapt with a laugh as he waltzed in.
"You ready to join your precious Scarlett?" He smiled cruelly. "Then I don't think you'll mind me speeding up the process!" He cried as he swung his sword towards the Career's neck.

[anathema]

It was almost as if an angel had been sent to him when Cedric arrived. However, it seemed that the crazed non-Career was more of a fallen angel by the way he talked and acted.
"Please, just make it quick," he begged, licking his chapped lips. He had no strength left within him to fight; his spear was still in his grasp, but he was too dehydrated and exhausted to lift it and retaliate.
All he wanted was to see the girl of his dreams again.
When the sword slashed through his neck, Bauxite nearly smiled as everything around him grew lighter and he felt as if he was being levitated from the ground. Soon, this light feeling disappeared, only to be replaced with a strangely comforting darkness.
And then... voices?

[SunnyJustice]

Apricot and Aster had such an interesting time with Marie Lorech, and the Adamson girl was reluctant to part ways with her friend. However, she was in for quite a displeasing experience. Cedric, that pillbug, was declaring himself an Alpha. "What the disgrace?" roared Apricot, smashing one of the televisions in the Admissions Office to smithereens with her bare hands. Splinters from the screen stabbed into her fists, which only served to make her angrier. On the other television, that disgusting pig's picture was still there.
"An Alpha? Of what pack?" she demanded, violently slamming one of the broken television parts into the ceiling light. This was followed by the sound of shattering glass. "How dare you attempt to usurp my title! You will never measure up to my name-"
Oh, disgrace it all to detention -- he had killed the boy from District One.
"Disgrace this!" Apricot shouted wildly, marching over to the couch where Bauxite lay. The room was dark now, because she had smashed the light. "You!"
"What is going on?" inquired Acacia, exiting her office to see the mess. "Bauxite Strong. I was expecting you. Although you will not receive a detention sentence, for you have not fully betrayed, you are hereby sentenced to five years of janitorial service for breaking the pact -- and like Scarlet, you must work night shifts. Any further rebellion shall result in additional consequences." This was followed by the closing of the door... leaving Apricot alone with the boy.
"I'm going to disgrace up that Cedric pillbug!"

[honeybee.]

After returning to camp and seeing the death recap Leo noticed Maple sitting on watch and looking thoughtful. He didn't really know how Scarlet had died but if you looked at the recap you could figure out that she was doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. Leo walked over and sat next to Maple silently.

[anathema]

"What? What's going on?" Bauxite said incredulously, glancing around the devastated Admissions Office fearfully. "I'm not a janitor! Do you know my father?" However, Acacia had already left the office, leaving him and Apricot alone. He reflected back upon what Acacia had said, and remembered that she had mentioned something about Scarlet—and since Apricot seemed to be growing more agitated with Cedric's behavior, he decided to leave before he became the Career's punching bag.
He exited the office quietly and started down the hall toward the janitor's closet, where he dressed himself in the appropriate attire. He grabbed a mop and bucket and brought it outside with him, where he we confronted by Aster.
"Caraway!" He raged, rushing at her with his mop.
Aster simply dodged by taking a step rightward, and the Career tripped over his own feet and skidded across the paved cement floor of the hallway.
Bauxite stood back up and swung his mop at Aster's head, but Aster easily deflected the blow with her own before pushing him up against the wall.
"You should probably listen to what Acacia Adamson said," she replied calmly. "Any further rebellion and you're going to sleep with the hellhounds, Strong."

[ would you like to do the scene between clair and adria now? ]