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xxxdistrict: seven [lumber]
xxxage: sixteen year old girl
xxxtoken: a braided leather bracelet

xxxfeeling: anxious, a little afraid,
xxxxand has an adrenaline rush.
xxxdoing: getting ready for the gong
xxxxand running for dear life.
xxxlocation: the podium

xxxhealth: 100%
xxxinjuries: n/a
xxxallies: arlo
xxxkilled: n/a

xxxitems: snare, red backpack:
xxxxgloves, blanket, matches
xxxweapons: a knife

xxxstealth: [8/10], 9 in trees
xxxstrength: [6/10] decent
xxxspeed: [9/10] at first, then 4 or 5
xxxstamina: [9/10] for a long while

xxxooc: oops, sorry, guys... I tend
xxxxto make long intro posts. I
xxxxpromise the next will be way
xxxxshorter for reading. :s
xxxtagged: unknown boy, arlo

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✰ ｊａｃｑｕｅｌｙｎ.

-----As the podium rose, Jacquelyn felt like she had been slapped in the face with a cold hand. The temperature had dropped significantly; it must be well below zero. At that moment, she was grateful for the warm outfit the Gamemakers had provided her and the other tributes. But her feeling of warmth was immediately shoved away as a freezing cold wind flew by and sucked up any drop of comfort she had. She couldn't help but shiver from the sudden rush. Looking around, she noticed the other tributes taking in the scenery and shivering a bit too.
-----This year, the arena was a frozen wasteland - and Jacquelyn believed it too. The sky was oddly grayish, she didn't know if that was because of the clouds or it was just the sky. Snowflakes fluttered all around her, making her look downwards at the snow. Uh-oh. She was a great runner with amazing stamina and great speed... but this snow might pose a problem. Her clunky snow boots would slow her down by a lot; that she knew. But the deepness of the snow was unknown to her. What if it was ridiculously deep and she got stuck? What if there were little monster underneath the layer of snow that crawled around and bit the tributes' feet? Okay, maybe not the last one, but Jacquelyn felt her heart begin to race as worry began to haunt her thoughts. Thinking of endless obstacles began to deafen the beginning of the countdown.
-----"Eight... seven... six..." Jacquelyn's head snapped up as she realized that she had been too distracted to notice the beginning of the countdown. "Five... four..." Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she shifted her feet into a stance that she could easily jump from.
-----"Three... two... one..." The gong clanged and Jacquelyn launched herself off her podium the millisecond it did. She hit the ground running, thankfully finding the snow not as deep as expected. But it was deep enough to slow her down a little. She was one of the leading tributes in the race for the Cornucopia. She began to pass by items before she realized how fast she was really going. Eyeing something in front of her, she snatched it up, not even bothering to slow down. She thought it was a snare. Arms pumping and legs beginning to urge forward faster, Jacquelyn scanned the items nearest to the Cornucopia. The first thing that caught her eye was a bright red backpack. Locking her eyes on it, she charged forward. She caught the strap of the bag as she flew by, hanging a left and somewhat turning around. The cold flooded her again as she saw the bloodbath had begun. Already, tributes were falling as blood was stained the snow. The screams were sharp and short lived.
-----Jacquelyn didn't stop there to stare. She picked up her pace again and saw spear whizzed by her head, just missing her. She looked over her shoulder to see an angry tribute cursing and chasing her. Suddenly, she felt new energy fill her as she bolted. Being chased by a blood-thirsty kid twice your size can do that. Not even bothering to look back, she used her ears to listen for the crunching of the snow from his boots as she bee-lined for the forest. She ran past trees and jumped over a snow drift. The landing had stopped her so she took this second to listen. Nothing except screams in the distance. Peeking up over the pile of snow, she saw the burly tribute heading back to the bloodbath. She had no idea which district that boy came from. Her mind was focused on running.
-----Wait. Crouching down again with eyes pressed closed, Jacquelyn sighed. In her mad run, she had forgotten about her ally, Arlo, the boy tribute from her district! Groaning inwardly, she peeked over the snow drift again. Well, she wasn't going back out into the open again... She look towards the forest. She would just have to hope that Arlo had survived the bloodbath and went this direction.
-----Getting to her feet, she marched deeper into the forest. She stopped suddenly and kneeled down. These indents in the snow... Looking up ahead of her, she realized that these were tracks. Boot tracks. She immediately hunched over and looked around. If the owner of these tracks had any mind, they wouldn't be around her area. Being confident in her logical theory, she began to walk to the right of the tracks and then walk the direction the tracks were going. She could still see the little shadows of the indented snow, but obviously they were beginning to fill up due to the constant snow falling down. Why was she following the tracks? She didn't know. She was half hoping it was Arlo. She already assumed he was alive and searching for her as well. She admits that she is better with an ally, and Arlo was all she got.
-----Jacquelyn picked up her pace so it was a fast walk. It was one way to keep herself warm, to possibly catch up to the owner of the boots faster, and to get further away from the bloodbath. She didn't know if the owner of the boots was in fact Arlo. She would just have to take her chances. As she marched, she peeked into her red backpack. She saw a knife, gloves which she slipped on immediately, a rolled up blanket, and a box of matches which would come in handy. She also had a snare which was basically a special wire that she would have to set up herself with a branch and whatnot. She could do that, she's done it a bunch of times before back at home.
-----As she stuffed it in her backpack, she looked up to realized she saw someone ahead to the left of her. She immediately crouched down and snuck forward enough to look at the face. Stealth was one of her specialties. It was Arlo! She stood up abruptly. "Arlo!"

[indefinite,]

ｔｏｂｉａｓ ｈ.
❝ it's a lion eat lamb world.
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weapon of choice: trident.
health: ten.
strength: eight.
stamina: five.
speed: nine.
stealth: three.
combat: ten.
intellect: four.
injuries: none.
items: orange backpack,
trident, food, socks.
allies: catherine, skylar, bailey
location: cornicopia
doing: running
tagged: none

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[carrie dee.]

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ＴＨＥ ＮＯＴ－ＳＯ－ＳＣＡＲＹ ＣＡＲＥＥＲ ＦＲＯＭ ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ＦＯＵＲ.

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district ;; four
age ;; sixteen
token ;; homemade necklace

location ;; cornucopia
doing ;; grabbing her things and going.
feeling ;; stressed, unprepared,
flighty, skittish, panicked

health ;; 80%
strength ;; ( 5/10 )
stamina ;; ( 6/10 )
speed ;; ( 7/10 )
stealth ;; ( 5/10 )
combat ;; ( 8/10 )

injuries ;; a few bruises and a couple
of missing hairs.
kills ;; none
allies ;; no definite allies yet.
items ;; orange backpack with 3
throwing knives and sheet of plastic.

tagged ;; gauge via thought
district 6 female via action
bailey via thought

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xxxx"ＢＥ ＣＡＲＥＦＵＬ," ＴＨＥＹ ＳＡＹ,
xxxx"ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＷＩＳＨ ＬＩＦＥ ＡＷＡＹ."
xxxxＮＯＷ Ｉ'ＶＥ ＯＮＥ ＤＡＹ.
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---------ten. the falling snow was burning her eyes. it was nearly impossible to see through the swirling flakes, but she was trying.
---------nine. she clenched her fists. the cold was already seeping into her thin fingers, all of which were growing more and more numb by the second.
---------eight. her shoulders tensed. she rolled each one in turn, hearing the familiar pop! of her joints as she loosened the muscles in her back.
---------seven. she narrowed her eyes, looking around at the other tributes. it was difficult to distinguish who was who in this white wasteland.
---------six. the cold was stinging her cheeks. it was nipping at her nose, turning both a bright, flushed red against her white jacket.
---------five. she took a deep, heavy breath. the air felt icy in her lungs and froze her throat. she felt like she couldn't breathe as a large white cloud billowed from her lips.
---------four. her body fell into position for running. all of her weight was resting on her left leg, her arms bending at the elbows.
---------three. breathe, thia. breathe.
---------two. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale.
---------one. silence.

---------the gong sounded long before she was ready. it took all the courage she could muster to launch herself from her platform towards the cornucopia, her thick, clunky boots making her stride clumsy and uneven. all around her bodies clad in white were surging towards the piles of items. there was an occasional spurt of scarlet across the fresh white snow that made thia want to squeeze her eyes shut and scream, but she kept on running. running, running, running towards the items that would seal her fate. corinthia hadn't ever been a runner. already her lungs were burning from the cold air, and the added cardio was making her head swim. but she had to keep going. she owed it to her family to keep going.
---------it was time to get down to business. her blue eyes, though blurry from the cold, started to search the ground for any items she could grab. a flash of pink caught her attention before it was whisked away by a muscular boy she could make out only as gauge. she was 60% positive they were meant to be allies, but she didn't want to take any chances of going near him if he was as disoriented as she was. she couldn't take him on in a fight if her life depended on it - which, ironically, it did. steering clear of another tribute wielding throwing stars, thia spotted a vibrant splash of orange among the heaps of white. she stooped down enough to loop one strap of the bag around her arm, using her other to collect a few items she spotted half-buried in the snow. straightening up once more, she turned to make a run for it.
---------the tribute from six came out of nowhere. she delivered a strong kick to the middle of corinthia's back, knocking the air out of the startled girl. the items she'd collected flew from her hands into the snow, but she had little time to recover them for female six's hands tightened in the fabric of thia's jacket and lifted her to her feet. a strong punch to the stomach made her loose any breath she was able to salvage, causing this to stumble backwards. planting her feet into the snow, thia tried to quickly regain her bearings. female six was charging her once more, though corinthia was ready this time; blocking her opponent's blow, thia sent a sharp uppercut to six's jaw. the other tribute's head snapped back and she was rewarded with the sickening crunch of her breaking nose. but six wasn't done yet. she lashed out and snagged thia by her hair, pulling her head back as she prepared to karate cop her windpipe. thia vainly grabbed six's throat, her mouth emitting an ear-piercing scream as the other tribute ripped at her caramel locks. the pressure on six's throat was enough to get the girl to release her hold on corinthia's hair, but it wasn't nearly enough to scare her off. mustering up all the strength she could manage, thia pulled back her fist and sent it snapping back into six's already broken nose. the other tribute let out a screech before passing out in the snow. backing up, thia turned away from the twitching body, bending down to collect her fallen items.
---------as she began the tiring run to the line of trees, corinthia spotted a heartbreakingly familiar face disappearing into the swirling snow and the mouth of the cornucopia. bailey, armed with a spear and a pack, was picking through the remaining items without a look behind him. not sure whether he was friend or foe, this took the safe route and directed herself away from his last known position. the run into the forest was the hardest. already exhausted and in pain, thia stumbled around through the trees and snow looking for a safe place to take a break and check out her supplies. it took everything she had left to not trip over branches or snow-covered rocks in her heavy boots. with the air scraping in and out of her raw lungs and her heartbeat sounding in her ears, she pushed onward into the unknown.
---------welcome to the hunger games, her mind whispered. enjoy your stay in hell.

[thaliana,]

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age ; sixteen.
district ; three.
pref. weapon ; throwing stars/ knives.

health ; ten.
strength ; six.
stamina ; eight.
speed ; eight.
stealth ; seven.
combat ; five.
intelligence ; nine.

injuries ; none yet.
killed ; none yet.
items ; food. green rucksack (throwing stars.
bottle of water. blanket. fingerless gloves).

location ; cornucopia.
allies ; crystal.
tagged ; crystal [thought].
district three girl [action].

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ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ 3

.........It seemed only yesterday Elliott had been sitting across from his father's workbench, quietly observing as the circuitry for a computer was dissembled before him and its interior mechanics exposed for all to see. As the podium raised and he felt the brutal sting of sub-zero temperatures against his face and body, despite the layers which had been built around him to the point of restricting some movements, an overwhelming sense of dread which turned his legs to jelly sunk in. Nervously, mind whirring and heart pounding, his gaze fluttered around, jumping around each element of his surroundings in an effort to formulate a plan.
.........Ten... Twenty three tributes who needed to be killed. Nine... Twenty three tributes who sought to kill him. Eight... Twelve rucksacks at the mouth of the cornucopia. Seven... He needed just one. Six... Twelve districts hoping for a victor. Five... The third relying on him. Four... Two brothers waiting back home. Three... He needed to get back home. Two... "I can survive," he murmured, blinking hard in an attempt to steady his spinning vision. One... "I can't survive," he croaked, breaths living his body in heavy pants. The gong sounded, and he suddenly felt like that computer. He was going to be pulled to pieces, and it would be on show for all of Panem to see.
.........Suddenly he was running. Everyone was running. His heavy boots did their best to slow him down, unwilling to let either foot lift from the ground. Pine trees surrounded him, promising shelter and possible animals for hunting. Elliott was not much of a hunter though. In fact, he had never hunted anything in his life. He had never killed anything in his life. It was to be a day of firsts. Elliott's eyes were focussed stubbornly on the rucksacks several metres away, ignoring the shadows flying by in his peripheral vision and the actions of the other tributes. He wanted to grab something, and then he wanted to be gone. He had to avoid the careers, at all costs. They were built, born and made for this. Elliott was not. He was the tech guy, not the jock.
.........Pushing himself forward, the rucksacks became clear in the snow. The closest to him was green, and looking promisingly full. His fingers snagged in the strap, lifting it from the ground. An opposing force, however, was trying to yank it from his grip. His head snapped up, and time seemed to pause as he stared into the young eyes of the girl from his own district... 'What was her name?' With woeful eyes he pulled the rucksack from her grip, parting his lips to mouth a 'sorry' before an arrow whizzed through the air, burying itself in the district three girl's chest. Elliott did not hesitate again, he could not bare to watch as the light left the pre-teen's eyes. He turned and he ran, shrugging the rucksack over one shoulder as he made a bee-line for the trees, dodging to the left and whipping to the right with each attack that was aimed towards him. His eyes glanced sideways at a promising box, and his fingers plucked at it as he ran past.
.........Physically unscathed, Elliott disappeared into the trees, tucking the box, which turned out to be a gift from the heavens - a box of food - into his coat pocket for safe-keeping. He dared a glance over his shoulder, catching the sight of tributes also entering the forest at his side. He could not tell whether they were pursuing him, or simply fleeing as he was. Then a thought hit him... 'Crystal'. His mentor had and her mentor had encouraged an alliance between the two of them, for going solo was sure to be a suicide mission and it was presumed the careers would ally with each other. He was unsure what had become of her, and unsure of how he was going to find her again. He could only hope, and run.

[winterwonderland.]

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ᴅɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ: ten
ᴀɢᴇ: fifteen
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): bow and arrows
ɪᴛᴇᴍs: brown pack (water bottle,
gloves, rope, night-vision glasses)
blanket, bow, and quiver of 12
arrows

ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ: jumpy
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: woods
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: elliot [ thought + speech ]
ᴀʟʟɪᴇs: elliot (district 3)
ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ: no one

ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇs: none
sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: eight / ten
sᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜ: ten / ten
(eight not in trees)
ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: eight / ten
sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: seven / ten
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: three / ten
ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ: five / ten
(four without weapon)

ᴏᴏᴄ: wow, this post is long.
my posts from now on won't be near
as lengthy. i think i just had a burst
of muse or something. :p

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♔ ｃｒｙｓｔａｌ

xxxxxxxxxxCrystal wasn't sure what to think. She was all too aware of the fact that her imminent death was only seconds away. The blonde was quick, nimble, and light on her feet. She could hide, too, and outrun others... Unfortunately, that did not mean she had a chance to win. The petrified girl fifteen-year-old kept thinking about the other tributes and her homeland, which she would never see again. Crystal was under no illusion that victory would be hers, but she had to admit: she had a shot. No matter how slim, there was a possibility, but in order to make the chance a reality, she had to pick up a deadly weapon and end the life of another. Taking away the hopes and dreams of another was more than she could bear. Crystal knew what it felt like to know the end was near, but she couldn't bear to imagine what it would be like to actually be the one to end an innocent child's life. She remembered the twelve-year-olds and thirteen-year-olds chosen to participate in the hunger games. The thought alone was enough to make herself try not to cry. Weakness in the arena would not permit her a ticket out, so Crystal had to push away these thoughts. She tried to think like a career - cold-blooded and merciless. However, it was too difficult to look into the empty heads of the brutes. Instead, Crystal recalled the advice from her mentor and everything which helped her prepare for this moment. She realized she had forgotten to breathe for a few seconds, so she forced herself to inhale deeply. "Okay, Crystal. Focus," she instructed herself in a calming voice.
xxxxxxxxxxAt that moment, her plate rose, revealing a horrifying scene. White was all she could see. It stretched for miles and miles, but it was hard to even see through the never-ending blizzard weather. No wonder her stylists dressed her in a clown costume which felt like it weighed a thousand kilograms. Though the landscape was undoubtedly terrifying, Crystal almost felt relieved that it was not a barren land without much cover to hide like previous arenas. While others were counting the possible terrors, she considered how she could use the land to her advantage. As the countdown began, Crystal took note of the endless pine trees. With the snow blinding everyone, it would be easy to hide in the forest. Hopefully, she could sneak to the river to drink, too, and then return to the maze of towering trees. Of course, the heavy boots and snow would make it difficult for her to outrun other tributes, yet that problem could be solved by disappearing into the forest. Seven... Six... the countdown continued, and Crystal's breathing sped up. Despite her tense shoulders and overwhelming anxiety, the intellect continued her analysis. There wouldn't be much wildlife, so most of her knowledge granted from living in district ten would be useless. Nonetheless, she at least listed the possible animals which could survive in this habitat. Snow hares had a good chance here, so she hoped the gamemakers provided a few of them. Four... Three... The cornucopia was the opportunity for the bloodbath, so she planned on ignoring it entirely and finding it some cover before a career could get to her.
xxxxxxxxxxOne... The gong sounded, and Crystal mustered up all her courage to dash out. She aimed on the woods, running there without a second thought. The snow wasn't too deep, but as expected, the boots proved to be a problem. At least, with them, she had a less chance of getting frostbite. Fortunately, she made it halfway to the dense forest without killed. On the other hand, she did stumble to a stop, and getting halfway wouldn't end up mattering if she did not make it the full way. Why did she stop? The cold, lifeless body of the other tribute from her district was the plain answer. Back at home, the blood would have made her feel sick, but it was different in the games. She felt a rush of numb sorrow. Crystal reminded herself to be strong. It wasn't like they were good friends or anything. He just always sold his animals to her father and smiled at her in school. If she was going to win this - or at least get close - she had to put away any and all emotion. There would only be one victor, and if were to be her, she could not feel pain or sadness. At least this encounter helped her to notice a nearby blanket and brown bag sitting side by side. She was oblivious to what was in the pack, but the blanket would obviously prevent her from freezing to death. In a split second, Crystal snatched up the items but felt herself freeze again when she spied a bow and arrows sitting fairly close.
xxxxxxxxxxShe raced to it, but a sharp object flew in front of her face. Dazed, she glanced over at her pursuer and did what she was best at. Crystal sprinted, rapidly grabbing the objects, and hid in the forest. Crystal made sure not to leave footprints (or at least noticeable ones) and was now standing with her back pressed against the bark of a tree. She heard nearby footsteps following her, but she realized other tribute lost her as she heard the boots retreat. Crystal had decent stamina, but she could feel her heart wildly beating. Part of it was most likely from fear. After all, it wasn't every day she ran for her life. When she caught her breath, Crystal decided it would be a good idea to check what was in the bag. She squatted down and opened the pack. Inside, there was a water bottle, gloves, rope, and some sort of glasses. She knew the deeper in the woods she was, the less chance she had of someone sneaking up on her, so she planned to figure out how everything would be useful later. Crystal stored her blanket with the other items in the pack and kept out her bow in case she was attacked. She strode for a few seconds before her ally, Elliot, occurred to her.
xxxxxxxxxxHer mentor suggested he would be a good partner, so they were supposed to work together. He wouldn't be much of use if he wasn't around, though. Crystal could only hope he was safe and sound and that she could find him, too. She had lots of experience tracking animals which had wandered off while in her district but never had she needed to look for one is a place like this. Crystal was afraid, if she did try, she would run into someone who wasn't so friendly. Therefore, she advanced further into the woods, praying she would come across him. A minute or two later, she heard a sound and instinctively crept around as silently as possible. As there was a possibility it could be Elliot, Crystal took this chance to catch a glimpse at the person. It was a teenager around the same age as the fifteen-year-old. Hoping he would not notice her, she leaned away from the tree she was hiding behind and recognized the face. By now, his gaze locked on her, and if it were anyone else, she was sure she'd be dead now. But it wasn't anyone else - it was him. "Hi, Elliot," Crystal greeted, relieved and smiling idiotically.

ｉ'ｍ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ｊｕｓｔ ａ
ｐｉｅｃｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｇａｍｅｓ

[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; male
ＡＧＥ ;; seventeen.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;; two.
ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ ;; cornucopia.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; anxious, aggressive.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;; ten.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; small cut on cheek.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; catherine, tobias,
corinthia, bailey, skylar.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; large throwing axe.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; pink pack [blanket,
rope, box of food, snare].
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; district ten's boy.
ＴＡＧＧＥＤ ;; crystal via sight
corinthia via sight
nerissa via action.
↠ ｇａｕｇｅ ｐｅｒｔｈｓｈｉｒｅ ↞
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------>after returning his hair to its previous perfection gauge's attention returned to reality. he took in his surroundings. tributes were darting left and right, if they wren't already dead of course. he watched a small girl, the girl from ten if the recognized her correctly, make a mad dash for the tree line. coward. he thought. even for a girl. one can imagine his shock when he saw corinthia headed toward the forest. district four was a career district. that made her a career, the most feared in the arena. so why was she fleeing? the careers were supposed to be the ones who stayed and dominated the cornucopia. a mixture of anger and anxiety flooded over him. how many other careers were flaking out like her? a heavy feeling formed in the pit of his stomach, as if he'd consumed a rock. there had to be a career pack. there just had to be. gauge hadn't planned his survival out any other way (as if he'd really planned it out at all). so whether he liked it or not, he needed those five other tributes. he'd already seen one take refuge in the trees. would any others follow her lead?
------>with the threat of no career pack on his mind, gauge began to take note of who was still at the cornucopia. his disoriented state made that rather difficult, as he was still finding it hard to see. everything was just too bright, too white. the stinging adrenaline that boiled in his veins was not helping him focus too well either.
------>though he found it hard to focus on what he wanted to, it was easier to notice things in his peripheral vision. in the corner of his eye gauge saw a figure. its incredible he noticed it, as the shape blended near perfectly with the environment. the figure's petite build and attempted-nimble movements made is clear it was a girl. he watched her trip and fall into the snow, stumble back up, grab something- a bag most likely, then begin to run again. an amused grin twisted on his face. this girl- it seemed almost too easy. his grip tightened on his axe. gauge was ambidextrous; while he wrote better with his left hand, he aimed equisetly with his right. his arm muscles flexed as he began to swing it. one. he took note of the weight. it had to be just over ten pounds, twelve maybe. a cloud of white puffed from his lips as he exhaled. two. he swung the weapon over his shoulder. the butt of the axe head hardly touched his back before- three. with an exert of force he chucked the weapon forward toward his target. towards the girl.
------>the aim was good, but not great; gauge would be embarrassed if he was being judged. in the rush of adrenaline gauge had forgotten to take in account the light blizzard that was currently raining down on the bloodbath. the axe spiraled past it's target by only a few inches and landed in the nearby snow. he cursed under his breath and started forward as a swift jog. he could still end her, weapon or no weapon. his stormy blue eyes raged with bloodlust as he broke into a sprint toward nerissa.

[glassea]

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age: fourteen
district: eight
weapon of choice: knife
health: 10
injuries: none so far
speed: 9
strength: 6
stamina: 8
stealth: 4
intelligence: 10
combat: 5
items: white backpack, 2
knives, blanket, gloves,
wire
allies: calla
location: cornucopia
feeling: desperate
doing: running
tagged: gauge [action]

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you don't wear her chains

( so, yeah, a horrific post. sorry. )

nerissa falls again. the boots are clunky and the snow is deep when compared to her rather small frame. it's hard to keep her balance. she looks up and sees movement, but nerissa's always been a bit nearsighted. she squints and then gasps, eyes flying wide open as she realizes what that movement is. it's one of the careers. she recognizes him from training. he was the tribute that beat the instructor at pretty much everything. her mentor had warned nerissa about the careers. "they're deadly. don't cross them." and then she'd just slapped nerissa on the back and walked away. thanks a lot, mentor. either way, if she didn't move soon, she would be - an ax flies past her head. nerissa screams, then gets up and tries to run. but gauge -that's his name, she thinks - is fast, much more so than her. nerissa doesn't know if she can get away in time. this can't be the end. she can't just be another nameless and faceless tribute to die in the bloodbath, nothing more then a name on a kill list. that's what fuels her - nerissa's not going to be on anyone's kill list if she can help it. she's going to try her best.

slinging the pack over her shoulder, nerissa stuffs the wire up her sleeve and runs. she's doesn't really know where she's going and can only hope that it's not straight towards the cornucopia. she risks a glance back over her shoulder. gauge is catching up, murder in his eyes. if looks could kill, nerissa would already be dead. and it's likely she will soon be, even if she doesn't want to accept that fact. it's then nerissa realizes she's not fast enough. there's no way she can get into the cover of the woods before gauge catches up, and even then he'd probably follow her; that's how focused he seems. her only chance - and it's not much of one - is to take a stand that will proabably fail miserably. she's going to die, she's going to die, she's going to die...

"calm down, nerissa!" anytime she freaked out over a little tiny mistake, that was what her father would say. she needs to calm down and think clearly. but she can't. all she can think is that she has to take a stand or she's dead. she's dead anyways. but nerissa'd like to go out fighting if she can. so she drops her pack and turns desperately, knowing she can't run, knowing there's no way she can beat gauge's superior strength even though she's not weak herself. time to die, the sensible part of her mind says beneath the roiling panic.

[n a v y . blue]

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w.o.c.: axe, knives
anything thrown and sharp

ally: jacquelyn

score: 3 [on purpose]

items: silver pack, sleeping bag
fingerless gloves

stealth: 8 / 10

strength: 9 / 10

speed: 7 / 10

stamina: 9 / 10

health: 100

ooc: don't be sorry, phen. :}
you boosted my muse oh yeah
and i'm fiddling with posting formats
sorry for the oddities

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--ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ --- ｓｅｖｅｎ

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ＴＡＧＧＥＤ: jacquelyn

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------- arlo stared off into the distance, contemplating whether or not he should climb a tree to do recon on jacquelyn's whereabouts when he heard the signature crunch of snow under pressure. he dropped to the ground, flattening himself for invisibility when a voice called his name. a familiar voice. "Jacquelyn!" he said. "I knew you'd make it."
------- arlo stood, brushed himself off, and pulled his ally into a hug. it was nice to see a familiar face among the stresses of the arena and the bloodbath. he couldn't help but wince when he heard the screams from memories. he was positive it was a miracle he didn't get hurt, but then again, he had almost stolen a spear, which was the district fours' choice weapon. arlo even thought he heard the guy growl. shuddering, he released his friend, and took a look behind her at the backpack she stole. "We're going to need to camouflage that red," he said with a frown. "But nice catch. Come on, though. We need to find somewhere to bunker down. we should be safe for a day or two, before the game makers decide the bloodbath was boring."
------- Arlo stood and contemplated what they should do. there weren't many options, in the frozen wasteland -- either sit in a tree [which he decided was a bad idea, considering everything was boobytrapped, and with gusts at high speeds, you could be knocked from your tree and break something like your neck or back. then, you were a sitting duck for the careers'. arlo turned around, and with a lump sitting in his throat, stared at the snow all around them. it was freezing cold outside, and he had to guess that the temperature would never rise above thirty-two degrees. a tough arena, they had been dropped into. maybe they just had to learn to use the barren wasteland to their advantage.
------- there were only a few options for he and jacquelyn if they didn't want to freeze to death out in the arena. one was never stop moving -- it would be a good way to keep out of the careers' way, or fall right into it. not to mention they would need to sleep sooner or later. another would be to huddle together and hope to stay out of the wind. the best case scenario, the snow would pack around them and they could keep warm, but the worst was hypothermia. and in the hunger games, you always prepare for the worst case because that's what's most likely going to happen. game makers weren't going to make it easy to survive. their third option would be to make a shelter. he had a few stories from when he and his father had been caught in a snowstorm and been forced to stay out in the wilderness for a day or two. this couldn't be that different.
------- "You know," arlo began, putting a finger to his chin. "I've been stuck in weather like this before, back home. we had to get wood for home when a storm blew in within ten minutes. We found out we were stuck in a blizzard, so we made an igloo almost between two tree roots, until it passed over. we didn't freeze, because snow is a surprisingly good insulator ... maybe we could try that here, because by the sky's coloration, there's another one on the way." Arlo looked to his right, and pointed to a felled tree with half it's roots out of the ground. "I think it's our best shot. What do you say, Jackie?"

[{belle}]

ooc; really sorry everyone, i have been gone all day the past few days due to my sister's schedule. [don't ask me why] i'm pretty sure that the day after tomorrow things will calm down. please forgive me, glas, i feel terrible. if you want, you could have your charrie not find me, then we can bump into eachother later. or kill me off. i deserve it for abandoning you guys like that. either way i won't be on for another day still. please forgive me.

[phenomenon]

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xxxdistrict: seven [lumber]
xxxage: sixteen year old girl
xxxtoken: a braided leather bracelet

xxxfeeling: more relaxed now, but
xxxxthe bloodbath is still fresh in mind.
xxxdoing: talking to arlo about what
xxxxthey should do next.
xxxlocation: the forest

xxxhealth: 100%
xxxinjuries: n/a
xxxallies: arlo
xxxkilled: n/a

xxxitems: snare, red backpack:
xxxxgloves, blanket, matches
xxxweapons: a knife

xxxstealth: [8/10], 9 in trees
xxxstrength: [6/10] decent
xxxspeed: [9/10] at first, then 4 or 5
xxxstamina: [9/10] for a long while

xxxooc: xD Haha, thanks, city. <3
xxxxlol, glad I could help ya. :s I
xxxxthink this post is nearly the
xxxxsame length as the previous.
xxxtagged: arlo [speech]

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✰ ｊａｃｑｕｅｌｙｎ.

-----Relief flooded Jacquelyn with warmth as she recognized her ally. It was ridiculously dangerous to follow an unknown tribute and assuming it was her ally. But in the end, her risk paid off and she was glad she had done so. She could have gone solo, so could have Arlo, but both she and her fellow district tribute concluded that they both would last longer if they worked as a team. And in the hunger games, having an ally was a wise decision. Not only could one feel more relaxed, but also safer. Well, as "safe" as you could be in the games.
-----Jacquelyn was a little surprised to have been enveloped in a warm and welcoming hug by her ally. But that was better than a turn of a cold shoulder, or worse; a sword driven into her abdomen, immediately ending her life. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him too. After the bloodiness she just witnessed and nearly survived, it felt good to relax a little with someone familiar who reminded her of home; someone to keep her grounded. Her arms dropped back to her side the same time Arlo's did, feeling her heart rate slow down from the frightening run.
-----Jacquelyn adjusted the bright backpack's straps on her shoulders and bit her lip when he mentioned her lucky catch's downside. "Yes, eventually. Though, it may be a little difficult considering the frozen land. But, thanks." The red backpack was an extremely lucky catch, yes. The items inside - mainly the gloves, blanket, and matches - would serve their purposes well in this cold arena. She could only imagine how difficult it would have been if she hadn't got anything from the Cornucopia. Shuddering from the images of dying tributes were still fresh in her mind. To watch others her age kill with such bloodlust was enough to make someone go insane. But somehow, she was calm enough to push those thoughts away and keep to the task at hand.
-----Listening carefully to Arlo's suggestion to find someplace to hide and seek shelter, Jacquelyn began to take her surroundings in. First and foremost, it was cold. Remembering home, she was taught to survive the forest and beat the weather. The snow was constantly falling here in the arena, but not as much as a blizzard would do. They could always dig into a snow drift and let the blizzard cover them up. The snow would keep the heat in and they could at least feel cozy, more or less. Secondly, she was still nervous about being a little close to the Cornucopia. Well, she did come some ways to catch up with Arlo, but she got here pretty quickly. And if she could do it, so could the Careers. Having the bloodthirsty tributes more than mere minutes away was not a particularly happy thought.
-----Arlo's voice snapped Jacquelyn back to reality. Looking up to the sky, she saw that his statement was true; a storm was coming, and it was coming soon. An igloo between some tree roots? Not a bad idea. She was about to speak, but the thought of how quickly she came here from the Cornucopia made her hesitate. She crossed her arms like she always did when she was in deep thought. Walking any further would get us trapped in that upcoming blizzard. Making a shelter now would be a wiser choice. But being so close to the Cornucopia, it is also very dangerous. Jacquelyn sighed to herself. I suppose we've got no choice. It'll be a risk we'll have to take. Turning back to Arlo, she gripped her backpack's straps with both hands. "I think that's a splendid idea, considering a blizzard will be upon us soon. We have no choice unless we want to freeze. But it didn't take me long to walk/run here to catch up with you. That means the Careers are not too far away. But I think if we camouflage our bunker here, we should be fine. Keyword; "should"."
-----Jacquelyn walked over to the fallen tree and leaned over to inspect the roots. She firmly patted a few of the thicker ones and nodded. "I think this will suit us just fine for a while." Ducking under the base part of the tree, she crawled through the roots and sat underneath the little shelter-to-be. There was definitely enough space for the two of them. And no fire required to keep each other warm. Well, a fire wouldn't be the wisest thing to do underneath a [i]tree, for goodness' sake![/i] Smiling to herself, Jacquelyn crawled out from underneath their selected shelter spot. "Alrighty then, Ar, let's get going before this blizzard hits us."
-----Jacquelyn began to gather up the snow by using her hands to push it up towards the tree's roots. That way, it looked more natural. And the more natural it was, the more people would ignore it as part of the landscape. Packing the snow firmly between the roots as well as she can, Jacquelyn tried to make it look more like there was just a pile of snow at the base of the large fallen tree. Hopefully, this was what any passerby would think.