MODS PLEASE DELETE, DEAD RP

[c-ta]

((Thank you. And what is going on right now?))

{My charcaters are being stalked >.> [Well Camilla is], Crows is talking to Kyra, some of an alliance of.. people.. are waiting for Ryan to return. <.<}

*Camilla*

Camilla stood up to run instead of hiding and took off towards Castella. She made the mistake of turning her head to see how far away Ryan was, but tripped on a root sticking out of the ground. She held in a gasp of pain and stood back up to keep running. As she turned around and saw Ryan she threw another throwing knife at his shoulder, watching the blood come out then drew another and threw that at him, too.

[Mossbrook]

((Ok. I'll just put my character in a random place.))

Angelina put an arrow in the shaft of her bow and looked around. She would climb a tree, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't climb. Cursing under her breath, she walked a few paces forward.

[~#Black Feather#~]

Tayla hugged her knees, rocking back and forth, wanting him to be back soon."Ryan..oh Ryan..."

[Swordboy]

~Ryan~
The first dagger struck Ryan's shoulder but he managed to dodge the second one. As he drew closer and closer to Camilla the grin on his face grew wider and wider. He knew if he could catch her she would be dead in seconds.

[Mossbrook]

Angelina walked along the forest, looking for food or another tribute.

[Swordboy]

~Kyra~
Kyra rolled her eyes, "Why wouldn't I be?"

[Mossbrook]

Angelina spotted a squirrel and aimed her bow at it. It hopped onto a tree, but Angelina shot anyway. The arrow went through the squirrel and pinned it to the tree. Grunting, she walked over to it and pulled the arrow out.

[~#Black Feather#~]

Tayla watched Ryan closely. "Please...please be back soon..." she whispered to herself, and looked at her backpack. She dragged it to her and pulled out the teddy bear. she held it to her chest, remembering Fae used to do this when she was nervous.

[Mossbrook]

Angelina wipped the blood off of her arrow and slipped it back into the quiver. Then she grabbed the squirrel and observed it. There was no way she would risk starting a fire, not while so many people still lived. She set it in her backpack, that held nothing but wire and a small ax, before continuing on.

[shadow;]

Terrence threw a rock down at Angelina, and amost giggled. She covered herself in leaves, camoflage.