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

[drakeagle]

Zorath|District 9|Golden eagle

''I dont have bandages but I have got some medicine.'' he said looking through his bag before pulling out a needle filled with a clear liquid which had 'painkiller' written on the side. ''just stay still a moment.'' he said injecting his friend with the needle. ''there the pain should stop soon. we could dress the wounds in some leaves I think'' he said looking for plants with large enough leaves.

[james moriarty]

"No, not that." Chris protested, trying to swat the needle out of Zorath's hands, but the boy had already stuck the syringe into his skin and depressed the plunger. He spun around, and had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming as his skin pulled tighter and widened the wounds even further. "What the hell did you do that for?" he demanded through clenched teeth, "I can't be numb at all during these games! And these painkillers will probably make me drowsy! I could pass out and get killed!" he growled, then took his shirt off and began to angrily tear it up, keeping most of it intact to tie around his chest. "I need some leaves or something that will help the bleeding. You don't happen to know any, do you? Or maybe there's something around here that'll counteract the painkillers and keep me awake..."

[drakeagle]

Zorath|District 9|Golden eagle

''Im sorry! Im sorry!'' he said now paniking. ''I just thought it would stop the pain. oh im such an idiot!'' he then proceeded to smack his head against a tree.''I dont know anything about medicine or healing or anyting! doy you know what leaves I could get?'' he said looking upset with himself.

[Gemino-]

Cog-D3-14-Honey Badger

It feels like only seconds had passed when the young, black-haired tribute stirs. But his blue eyes, somewhat sharpened in their vision as the light's grown dim, reckognizes instantly that some time has passed. Cog's eyes then flit to his surroundings, mouth opening to take in a flood of scents. There's been some other tributes that had passed right by him, he reckons, but that must have been a while ago, for the scent was stale. Despite the harsh scent of the mutts that were absolutely everywhere, Cog finds it safe enough to dig his clawed fingers into the ground and pull himself, slowly, from under the lion. He has to stop several times; his energy almost completely sapped from all the running and attacking he'd been doing. But he manages it eventually, grinding his teeth and straining his exhausted muscles a few more inches, before he collaspes again. His shoulder wound begins to bleed- not from the severety of the wound, but from the exertion. Then he'd wait, staring at his navy blue bag for several minutes, before he could try again. After what seems like hours of attempting, Cog yanks his feet free from under the lion's massive corpse, and collapses on his side again.
The badger tribute doesn't dare leave the corpse just yet, though. Oh no, instead his curls up beside it- it was still a little warm, and digs into his pack to take inventory. A loaf of bread- the fluffy, capitol kind, not the hard little ration biscuits back home- a package of salted crackers, some dried beef, gear suited for underwater, a gas mask, a sleeping bag and last, some herbs. Cog wrinkled his nose at the underwater supplies- he had no idea how to swim, so he simply shoved it back into his pack. He inspected the gasmask carefully, before placing it beside his pack. He's put it on after he'd eaten, just to be cautious. There would be a /reason/ the Gamemakes included gasmasks in the supplies, and he couldn't overlook that. The herbs he sniffed hopelessly- no idea what to do with them, he put them back as well. Then, the sleeping bag- which upon further inspection proved to be able to reflect his body heat, he put in the pack as well, but in a place where it was very easy to reach. Lastly, the food- Cog wouldn't dare waste it now, not with all this lion meat there, fresh and mouthwatering, so he tore off a small hunk of bread to go with his soon-to-be meal, and closed his pack up.
Not bothering to watch for other tributes, the young boy's long, claw like fingers tore away the hide of the lion's thigh with not /too/ much difficulty, even though his fingers were aching by the time he had torn the fresh meat off. Cog wasted no time tearing into the meal, his oversized, sharp teeth were made to tear through flesh, so he had no problem chewing and digesting the rough, sinewy meat of the lion.
He eats it raw, devours the portion of bread he'd lain out for himself, and as a last minute thought, tears off part of his pantleg, up to one knee. He then tears that in two, and wraps up a portion of lion meat in the first swath of fabric, using the second to wrap around it again so the blood didn't drip through when he put it in his pack. Full and now with somewhat renewed energy, Cog wiped the blood from his mouth and fit the gasmask on, that sat somewhat awkwardly around his jaw, but it still fit okay. Pack slung over his shoulder, Cog did a check to make sure he had everything, before turning and pelting away into the jungle once more. The male tribute would see how much more ground he could cover before turning in for the night.

[Wolf'sflame]

(

Parachute Announcement!:

Christopher: you may subtract one point from your district's sponsors to receive medical supplies, please put in OOC that you agree and then you may have the parachute

Nicole: you may subtract one point from your district's sponsors to receive medical supplies, please put in OOC that you agree and then you may have the parachute
)

[Quitting :I]

[Recap please? Really sorry I dissapeared for a bit. I had school stuff and I got busy ]

[Wolf'sflame]

(they are in the hunger games arena, and beasts are after them right now: loins with wings, large claws and teeth and scream instead of war)

[nicole3139]

(OOC. Wait do I choose what's in the parachute?)
Nicole:
I pull myself up to a wobbly position. The vine swings back and forth and frankly I don't trust it can hold me. I attempt to swing the vine towards the tree which it hangs from. While swinging I hear a beeping sound. I look up and see a silver parachute. I smile and relax a little. I hope it's water. I look down suddenly remembering what happened to my arm. It's puffy and swollen. A purplish puss oozes out of the deep gash causing me to gag out of reflex. I lean out farther and grab for the parachute just as the vine snaps. I fall crashingly through the tree growth and onto a large branch. It catches me in the stomach and I groan. I reach for the parachute and grab it just as i hear a noise below me. I freeze as I realize it could be one of those capitol engineered creatures. A sharp stinging sensation shoots up my arm. I bend over in pain then remember the parachute. I quietly reach for it and open it hoping that something useful will be inside.

[Quitting :I]

-Dakota-

"Holy crap!" Dakota exclaimed, leaping haphazardly from one tree and into another. He could still hear the beast, chasing him, out for his blood. It made some sort of screaming sound, almost reminding him of his little sister when she did that, and it sent chills down his spine. He could practically feel its breath on his tail. He already had a long gash on his arm, although it was fairly shallow, it hurt like hell. He grit his teeth, landing in another tree. He'd probably do better on the ground right now, but that lion thing was just beneath him. It was toying with him too. He could see the wings on its back, and it could fly up at any time right now and eat him or something. And a moment later, it spread its wings and leaped up after him, landing on a thick branch, which creaked under its weight. "Holy mothers." Dakota growled. Now he hopped down onto the ground. The lion didn't follow. It seemed confused about how to get down from the tree. "Ha! Idiot!" He laughed before running off.

[james moriarty]

((I think Chris is going to take his chances for a bit. :3 He might need it more later.))

"Stop - don't!" Chris hissed, grabbing for Zorath's collar to stop the boy from hurting himself any more. "That won't solve anything - hurting yourself." he growled, pulling him back forcefully once his claws hooked in the fabric of the other boy's shirt. He cursed softly and shook his head, "Just one or two. But they only grow in water. Salt water. So unless there's salt water around here, I think I'll take my chances."

His head whipped around when he heard another loud scream. "Come on." he hissed, pulling Zorath towards a tree. He hooked his claws in the soft bark and quickly climbed the tree. He wasn't worried about Zorath, since he had wings. Chris braced his feet against a branch, then leaned his back against the tree. He carefully slid his bag off his shoulder and set it at his feet, then drew his bow. He closed his eyes to listen to the surrounding jungle. There were small squeaks and rustles - undoubtably from rodents or other small mammals. There were chirps from birds and a low buzzing that he couldn't identify the source of. But there was one sound he was listening for.

Chris's amber eyes snapped open when he heard the scream - then more echoing it. He drew the string of the now back, and aimed it in the direction from which the screams were coming.