CONGRATULATIONS CITY GIRL!!!

[Iŗi]

(you can kill me i dont know where we are and i have school and ya...)

[skïttles]

You should really read this post!
KK, I updated the thread on what's left in the cornucopia, and I update the inventories and injuries thread. If any of you find anything wrong with them, please notify me via PM :)
Also, just to clear this up one final time: You do NOT need to pay points to snatch things from the cornucopia. Points are for extra items.

Here's a list of people that got strikes:
- ιηfιηιту.
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f l a r e ♥
}} the problem: the arena is a desert. I stated that more than once. . c h e s h i r e . was also kind enough to say that

The death of Ashton Rose Green::
//don't read if you don't like mild gore.
also, guys, this is what happens when you quit/your character dies. it's brutal. o.O


- - - - - The girl froze when the timer hit zero, but only for a second. Then she was off. Blood pounded in her ears and her heart beat like a frightened rabbit's. She snatched up the first thing she saw, a dagger, and then took off for the desert, the heat nearly blinding. She didn't get far. Someone ran up behind her, the boy from District 1, and she heard a whistling noise. Ashton was never the fastest, but she managed to duck, and the sword passed centimeters above her head. She rolled over on her back and began to scramble backward. It didn't matter. The sword came down again, at her neck. It wasn't a clean cut, only tearing a jagged hole in one side, but nonetheless, blood gushed from the opening, staining her fair skin red. Ashton tried to cry out in pain, but the noise was lost, only drawing a bubble of crimson from her dying lips. The boy from District 1 left her there, gasping for oxygen and only getting blood, burning under the scalding heat, awaiting her death.

[skïttles]

You may post again!
Remember: the NPCs
Jason Korbin - District 1
Aryn Flint - District 3
Kaito Shay - District 9
Carson Oliver - District 6
James Greening - District 8
David Savage - District 10
are all still up if someone wants to kill them!

[Spider-Man]

( um i wasn't here for corn so ya )

I run off the silver pedestal. I sprint all the way into the Inner circle I grab a knife and run out of there like crazy. I find and cactus than have a good idea. I slice it open and water pours out, I drink from it until it all drains out. I walk farther on and I notice coconuts on the trees, there are two kinds of coconuts. The big ones and the small ones. How big are coconuts really are? I ask myself. I take the risk and take the smaller one. Nothing happens I take another one and than walk along. I find another cactus and take some more water in, than I swear I here someone behind me. I keep sprinting farther and farther into the unknown.

[gizmo,]

(( does no one play the NPCs? ))

ʀʏᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴛ

❝Wʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ I ʟɪᴠᴇ?
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ
-ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ-
ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs...
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ!❞

|| ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ || 17 || ᴅɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 7 || ᴀʟʟɪᴇs: || ᴛᴀɢs: Aryn Flint ||

As soon as the siren blared, everyone was on their feet and running toward the cornucopia. Ryder held back for a moment, assessing who was going after what. It seemed now their were only two daggers left among other things. Finally, after watching everything unfold, she started toward the cornucopia. Quickly grabbing the two leftover daggers, the canteen, two water bottles, and a large blanket, she tucked them away before standing up.

Missing her head by mere inches, a spear flew by her. Her gaze zeroed in on the guy from District 3. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the guy, and quickly, swiftly, sidestepped another spear. Gripping her dagger fiercely, she swiped at the guy, barely missing the guy Aryn's stomach by centimeters. A low grunt escaped her mouth as she dodged the guy's next attack. In the few seconds she had to look around, she realized almost everyone had dispersed. The sand covering the vast desert had black dots, where people were fleeing, looking for shelter.

Ryder knew that if she wanted to survive she had to get rid of this guy and get moving. Adrenaline coursed through her and she took another swipe. This time, luck was in her favor. The dagger ripped across the guy's abdomen, making Aryn emit a scream of agony. The guy soon fell dead, already a forgotten tribute. Without missing a beat, Ryder had tucked the dagger away and began running in the other direction. Glancing over her shoulder every once in awhile, she concluded that no one had followed her yet. She needed to cool down and shake off the near death feeling before she faced another contender.

Blue eyes bright and alert, Ryder treaded carefully through the flat ground, kicking up sand with each step. Since she had left the cornucopia, she had ran for a little while before slowing to a trot. Her hair was in a high pony tail, to keep it out of her face, and her weapons were in her boots. Carrying the blanket, the canteen, and two water bottles that she grabbed was her sack on her bag. Her grip was tight on the strap as she scanned the area around her. This was no time for petty mistakes. Not if she wanted to live.

[Gin.]

{Ohh okay, Thanks for clearing that out skittles...I understand now :3 }

.:Jennifer Stone|Spear|4|Determiend:.

Age: 17|Items: Backpack, Dagger, Flashlight, Large Canteen, x5 Appels, Sleeping bag|Allies: None

Jennifer had now thought this out more clearly and was running back to the cornucopia that was still blazing with life and bloodshed. She saw that many items were still left, so she threw hereself into the bloodshed and prepared her spear for a kill. She snatched up a flashlight, a large canteen on her way into the deep killing. She heard as a dagger shot passed her nearling missing her head, she didn't see clearly where it was coming from and it didn't intrest her. She grabbed a dagger and then ducked just in time as an axe shot through the air where her head had been. Jennifer turned just in time and saw the boy from district 10 lunge at her with another Axe prepared for a kill. She reacted at once and through her spear at the boy, she ducked away and then got up before another tribute decided to attack her. She left that once spear in the boy and grabbed another one, she had a slight disgust for that spear now. She turned and ran, grabbing a sleeping bag on her way before shooting off in no general direction. She stuffed her looted things in her backpack and then continued her run that by now had turned into a slow jogg.

[NoisyBirds]

Nick grimaced as he slashed the district 8 boy who was in the center of the cornicopua with him. Most people had run off as soon as they grabbed their supplies, so he was free to grab as much as he could. He stayed wary though, there were still some people here. He reached out blindly, not paying attention to what he grabbed. He needed to stay alert. He blindly grabbed a blanket, shoving it in his bag. Next came a bag of apples, a sleeping bag. He clipped a flashlight to the strap and ducked at the boy he slashed earlier swung his bow at him. He spun around, frantically striking out with his sword, only to find his blade buried in the boys flesh. He felt the blood splash onto his face, and he nearly gagged. "I'm so sorry!" the teen shouted, eyes wide. Next he reached out, grabbing the next things he touched. A large canteen. Three daggers. A simple bandage and a tarp. He couldn't fit the tarp into his bag, so he just dropped it to the food and whirled to face anyone who came near. He stood at the entrance, sword glinting in the sun, blood dripping from the sword. "Don't come near!" he barked, eyes hardening.

[skïttles]

(( does no one play the NPCs? ))

well, technically the gamemakers play them, but you can play them if you're killing them/wounding them

[gizmo,]

(( My post n.n ))

ʀʏᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴛ

❝Wʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ I ʟɪᴠᴇ?
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ
-ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ-
ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs...
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ!❞

|| ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ || 17 || ᴅɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 7 || ᴀʟʟɪᴇs: || ᴛᴀɢs: Aryn Flint ||

As soon as the siren blared, everyone was on their feet and running toward the cornucopia. Ryder held back for a moment, assessing who was going after what. It seemed now their were only two daggers left among other things. Finally, after watching everything unfold, she started toward the cornucopia. Quickly grabbing the two leftover daggers, the canteen, two water bottles, and a large blanket, she tucked them away before standing up.

Missing her head by mere inches, a spear flew by her. Her gaze zeroed in on the guy from District 3. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the guy, and quickly, swiftly, sidestepped another spear. Gripping her dagger fiercely, she swiped at the guy, barely missing the guy Aryn's stomach by centimeters. A low grunt escaped her mouth as she dodged the girl's next attack. In the few seconds she had to look around, she realized almost everyone had dispersed. The sand covering the vast desert had black dots, where people were fleeing, looking for shelter.

Ryder knew that if she wanted to survive she had to get rid of this guy and get moving. Adrenaline coursed through her and she took another swipe. This time, luck was in her favor. The dagger ripped across the guy's abdomen, making Aryn emit a scream of agony. The guy soon fell dead, already a forgotten tribute. Without missing a beat, Ryder had tucked the dagger away and began running in the other direction. Glancing over her shoulder every once in awhile, she concluded that no one had followed her yet. She needed to cool down and shake off the near death feeling before she faced another contender.

Blue eyes bright and alert, Ryder treaded carefully through the flat ground, kicking up sand with each step. Since she had left the cornucopia, she had ran for a little while before slowing to a trot. Her hair was in a high pony tail, to keep it out of her face, and her weapons were in her boots. Carrying the blanket, the canteen, and two water bottles that she grabbed was her sack on her bag. Her grip was tight on the strap as she scanned the area around her. This was no time for petty mistakes. Not if she wanted to live.

[skïttles]

/Sebastian•Michaelis - here is a gifty for you xP/

Jason Korbin
- - - - - When he finished killing the girl, his eyes fluttered around the rest of the area. For the most part, the other tributes had scattered, leaving him the cornucopia. But no, there was someone else there. Korbin's eyes narrowed, and he began to slink toward the entrance of the cornucopia, dodging around the tributes that hindered him. He had the sword clutched in both hands and a venomous sneer on his face. "Get ready to die," he murmured under his breath. He could feel sweat pouring down his back between his shoulder blades, and over his forehead. "Hey! You!" he snapped at the boy guarding the entrance to the cornucopia. Korbin drew the sword back like a baseball bat, blood dripping down the glimmering blade and pooling around his hands. "Scam," he threatened.