VESPA STEANGINE
Health: 97
Weapon: Dagger
Location: Forest
Allies: Sorrel
Vespa gave Sorrel a sad and knowing smile. Sorrel actually had a reason to make it out alive. And she had asked if Vespa had a reason to get out of here. Did she? Vespa honestly had no reason to stay alive other than not wanting to die. She was about to pour her sob story when the parachute landed. When Sorrel showed her the steaming food, Vespa's eyes widened, her jaw gaped, and she almost drooled. Wrapping her arms around herself to keep from grabbing for it, she forced herself to look away as if it held no interest for her. "It's yours, you should eat it. You might not get another one." What she didn't say was what she was thinking. Why waste a gift from a sponsor on someone who isn't making it out of here anyway? Vespa remembered about telling Sorrel her story, but on a better thought, decided to let the girl forget about it for now. Maybe Vespa could save her story for a time when she really needed something and rack up tears from sponsors. Not likely, but at least if she did it that way, she would be remembered when she went out. If her death was the insult added to the injury of her life, people might remember her name. She kept walking, throwing a smile back at Sorrel. "Pack it up until we make camp though, I don't want to be out here all night."
Sorrel Birden
Age- 16
Gender-Female
District-10
Supplies-1 Full Water bottle, 1 Dagger, 1 homemade spear, A small amount of bread and soup
Allies- Vespa
Location- Forest
Conversing with- Vespa
Sorrel nodded. She definately didn't want to be roaming the forest all night, sharing it with who knows what? She was sure the game-makers had not simply filled it with placid rabbits and turkeys. Nah. Knowing the Hunger Games, it'd be jam packed full of predators just waiting to rip her throat out. "I'm with you on that." She murmured, giving a dramatic shiver when ended up turning into a real one. "Who knows what's out there?" She then frowned at Vespa's comment: "It's yours, you should eat it.". The black haired girl gave a decisive headshake. "When we settle down for the night, we're sharing this. What's mine is yours, remember?"
As for the fact the girl might not get another...Sorrel was ridiculously elated to recieve one. This was nowhere near the most expensive gift a tribute had recieved in the arena- infact, it was overshadowed by the majority. But it meant that someone actually cared what happened to her, even though Sorrel knew there was a very real chance that it was only because he'd bet a large amount of money on her whilst to drunk to actually think about who he was sponsoring. Maybe a dare from his friends- sponsor the one most likely to die and if she gets into the top 5 they'd give him something...the possibilities were endless. Still, it made Sorrel feel marginally better as she marched onwards with her little silver bundle clutched to her chest like it contained the most precious thing in her world. That sounded wierd...her cat wrapped in a parachute. He'd hate it, Sorrel knew. Once, when she'd had to force a pill down his throat and she'd wrapped him in a towel because he was fighting dirty- with his claws and teeth, which hurt like nobody's buisness- and Syl had freaked. Not in anger, but genuine fear. He didn't like to be enclosed, and when Sorrel had moved to hug him when she'd finally realised he was going to get better the tom cat had leapt back in alarm and cuffed her on the nose. The only form of affection Sorrel was allowed to use to express her love to him that she might use on another human was a light kiss on the forehead.
Sorrel drifted out of her recollection, and asked Vespa: "What sort of place are we looking for? A cave, or just a clearing?"
In previous Hunger Games, tributes had climbed trees. Sorrel was definately NOT climbing a tree. She detested it. The girl would much rather sit in a bush- as she'd been doing that day before meeting Vespa- and she didn't see why that was an issue. It provided camoflauge, and a shield from the cameras. Well, unless the Capitol had invented some form of "leafcam" which they hide in the green foliage to spy on the tributes.
"Go ahead.
Underestimate my strength.
It'll most likely be the last mistake you ever make."
||Briar||District 1||3 daggers||no injuries||
Allies:;Torrent & Phoenix
Tagged:; Torrent & Phoenix
Seeing the two girls run, embarrassment and andger flowed through me. I watched as the dagger hit Phoenix, and acting on instinct I tore mine out of my belt. I didnt reach them fast enough and stared as she took off into the trees after them. I followed the path of destruction, beads of sweat sunning down my back. Useing my sleeve I wiped the film of sweat from my face as my feet followed the path they had created. I staggered to a stop, mouth dry and sides heaving.I quickly backed away, falling heavily on my tailbone. I pushed myself behind a tree. Gripping the knife, I watched as Noah cut Phoenix's throat and then patch her up? My brows furrowed together in confusion. Why would he do that? He then took her weapons and share them between him and the girl from district 11.
I flew through the forrest, Muscle protesting as I ran back to the cornucopia. I greeted torrent with a brief nod before grabbing a full waterbottle and gulping down a few mouthfuls. I shivered, the night falling fast and the anthem surrounding us. I glanced up at the sky, no Phoenix wasnt dead yet. I grabbed a backpack from the pile and threw in a sleeping bag, a couple of apples and a waterbottle before following the path I had made back to her. The knife still in my hand, I planned my next move. It wasnt really wise leaving Torrent without an explination but I had to be quick.
I watched Noah and Az. Debating what to do. If I let Phoenix die my problems would be over, but could I do that? and I didnt want to lose a knife if I threw it and missed.
Torrent Scael
Age- 15 years
Gender- Male
District- 4
Supplies- 2 spears , 1 sleeping bag
Allies- Briar and Phoenix
Location- Cornucopia
Conversing with- Briar (even though she's moving away from him and isn't likely to stop...)
Torrent stared after Briar's disappearing red mane, and registered that Phoenix wasn't with her. By the way she glanced at the sky...was there a possibility that she assumed their ally had fallen already? And if she assumed it, could it be true? "Hey, Briar!" Torrent yelled, "What happened to Fire-bird?!"
The teenager decided to stay put- if Briar responded then great, if not then he'd catch up with her later. Maybe he'd go after if he didn't hear anything after a while. The boy didn't want to lose his allies on the first day... if Phoenix was down, then there must be a group out there. She was skilled with her bow, and taking her down would be no mean feat. If Torrent's allies died, then he'd go out and do what he would have done without them- hunt the weaker tributes down. That'd be fine until he came across Niall's allies. Torrent would put an end to one or two of them- he'd make sure of that- but he doubted he could beat the entire group. Of course, Torrent would try his best but there was a limit to his strength and endurance. He'd go down fighting.
The lone career sat in the mouth of the Cornucopia- pleasantly warm under the hot sun- and waited for the return of his allies. Barney was poised for attack, and then Torrent had an after thought.
The 15 year old rose to his feet, and went through all the backpacks in the Cornucopia, and just the random stuff that was there. He extracted all the medicine- even the stuff for burns, which was random- and lined them up neatly just a bit back from the lip. If Phoenix was injured, she couldn't afford to be so for long. They were Careers, and an injured career could not attack properly. So, she'd just have to recover swiftly.
"Some call me mad. If that gives me the edge to win, you won't find me protesting."
