The 25th Hunger Games (Hybrid Hunger Games rp; semi-lit)

[drakeagle]

Zom'grul|district 6| king cobra

Zom'grul fell with a thud as a tribute shoved him to the floor. he crawled further into the cornocopia trying to grab somthing of use.

Zorath|District 9|Golden eagle

Zorath spotted chris and decided it would be safer to follow by air so he kept close to the trees but high enough so he was out of reach.

[Vaera Playrite]

(Sorry I'm late!)
~Lupa~
As the countdown for the start of the Games begins, all of the scents of the arena pour themselves into my noise. I smell the trees, a far off stream, food in supply packs, and most of all, animals. I open my eyes as the gong sounds and my instincts kick in. Without thinking I dash to the Cornucopia, and I grab a orange backpack and some knives, even though I know I probably can't use them as a weapon. I duck to pick them up and I hear something wizz pass my ear. I hiss in the direction whatever it was came from and start running before I feel something grab my shoulders. "Ouch!" I yelp as I feel claws dig into my shoulders. "Well sorry, trying to save you butt here." Said a familar voice. The crow boy. I think to myself. And sure enough, as soon as I look up, I see him carrying me, his eyes staring at the horizon. "From what?" I ask. He turned back around, nearly dropping me so I can get a good look at the Cornucopia. There was a massive blood-bath down there, and that's coming from me. Even all the way up here in the air I could smell the blood and faintly hear screams. I'd seen the Hunger Games every year of my life, but the starting blood-bath was nothing like this. Before I could get a word out, he turned, found a stream and dropped me there without a word. My ear twitched in annoyance, but I knew it was probably good he'd picked me up. Except now I was bleeding and, although my fur was moping a majority of the blood up, it still got all over the shoulders of my shirt. I sighed and started walking in a random direction. It was probably best I go and find Cog, after all, we never were officially allies, but I could try and help him.
(I'm not going to rewrite the whole thing where Conner picked up Lupa, because honestly I just don't feel like it right now.)

[nicole3139]

Nicole:
(I'll kill Jack)
I run towards the cornucopia and grab a bow and arrow. I run to the edge of the woods and jump into a hole. After landing in the hole painfully I grab an arrow and load my bow then aim at the nearest boy and fire. I see him fall to the ground and the cannon fire. Closing my eyes I sit for a moment feeling bad about what I did then I decide to find Jake.
Devon:
(Open to get killed!!! Just tell me when please!)
I start running slowly away from the blood. I know I'm not fast an I'm gonna die but I try to live anyways, for my sister.

[Vaera Playrite]

(I'll kill him, now if you don't mind ^_^)

[drakeagle]

(wont anyone kill zom'grul?)

[nicole3139]

(I'll kill him, now if you don't mind ^_^)

(yes please! Devon is his name! )

[nicole3139]

(wont anyone kill zom'grul?)

(I'll kill him! )
Nicole:
I hear a sound and quickly load another arrow I aim and shoot. It lands in the side of another boy. I look away not wanting to see the blood.

[drakeagle]

Zom'grul|district 6| king cobra

Zom'grul feels the arrow lodge within his side. memories of his life and family flood through his mind. e had one last wish. to leave whoever did this with a reminder. he crawled towards whoever shot him and tried to bite them but missing then collapsed on the floor dead.

[Vaera Playrite]

~Conner~
I swoop down quickly, grabbed a navy blue bag and a bow along with some arrows. Something flies past me, near my outstreched wing and I spin around, load my bow and shoot blindly, I open my eyes and find that I shot a boy tribute. Before thinking about it, I jump up and fly off in search of water and shelter.

[Gemino-]

Agh!! Oops, a litttle late here. But-}}

Kale-D11-15-Rabbit

P…Predetors, all of them. Surrounding him, on every plate, each with their own unique way of killing him. Kale is absolutely terrified as the seconds tick away, long white ears fluffed out in pure unbridled fear. His knuckles become whiter then his ears as he clenches his fists, and his heart starts beating at a mile a minute. Fifty seconds. He hasn’t taken in any other surroundings then the twenty three predetors around him- some with sharp teeth made for ripping flesh from bone, and others with fingers so sharp they can only be properly described as claws.
The platinum blonde shifts uneasily on his plate. He’s forgotten all instruction from his mentor in his panic, and his mind races to think something up. Going to the Cornicopia was a horrible idea- the worst idea ever, he can’t do that! He’d take leaping strides over to the horn- and then what? The others would be seconds behind him- no, half seconds, and Kale would be mincemeat with a dagger through the heart before his hypersensitive ears could twitch. Forty seconds.
But as bad as that sounds- Kale knows running away would just be worse. He could survive on whatever sort of greenery there was, sure- he still hasn’t looked around at his surroundings- but for what cause? So these predetors could hunt him down? What about the mutts? The captitol’s freaky mutant animals would surely get to the district eleven tribute, track him by scent, doggedly chase after him for hours until he tires, and then slowly take him apart. …All in view of his siblings on live TV.
Thirty seconds. Everything is all white noise now, everything but the timer is lost to him. His siblings. He’d never see them again. His sisters- Holly, just a year younger then himself, and little seven year old Wren. But most of all, the twelve year old twins, Leaf, and his only brother who he had volunteered for to keep them together- Stalk.
The timer drops to twenty seconds as he replays their goodbyes in his head. Then, the boy’s blue eyes widen dramatically.
No. He would not put his siblings through it.
They would not get their hopes up as he fights thirst, hunger and whatever else the gamemakers decide to torture him with.
Because he would not play by their rules.
In fact, he was going to break one right now.
Kale feels the weight lift from him as he takes a step foreward, ears lax against his head.
And as the timer hits ten seconds at the same time the very quiet, almost silent click goes off- heard only by the boy with the rabbit ears to mark the mine for denonination, he smiles. It never leaves his face as he’s blown to bits with nine seconds to go. In fact, even though no one can hear it, he laughs when everything goes black. Kale has won, in his own special way- he’s beat the system.

Cog Captor-D3-14-Honey Badger

The seconds had flashed by, and the honey badger boy was still looking around at his surroundings when the gong had rang out. Jungle, jungle everywhere. Perfect- it would be a type of enviroment he could thrive in. Cog's first instinct was to go in for the goods, so that's exactly what he does, albiet hesitantly. People are already picking things up when he gets there, so he just has to grind his teeth and slash his way to a navy-blue bag. Just before he turns and runs, though, his curved fingers close around the shaft of a spear. ...He'd thrown a few in training, it wasn't that hard. But he's got to move fast because there's someone trying to attack him, so he just turns metaphorical tail and runs after taking a slice to his shoulder. His skin's thicker then average due to his DNA, so it doesn't do a whole lot of damage, but since he's running as fast and he can and really exerting himself, the short boy's sleeve begins to turn red.