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Posting Halt! Updating Soon! :3

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Needs to Post:
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NPCs Left:
-Jason Korbin, District 1
-Carson Oliver, District 6
-James Greening, District 8
-David Savage, District 10

Strikes:
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f l a r e ♥ | 1 strike

Casualties:
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If you have killed an NPC, please inform me via PM. Please also include the items acquired from the NPC. If you have questions about any strikes that you may get, you can PM me about that as well. I have plenty of time :)
eh, cuz im lazy, im not gonna read all your guys' posts.
an update is that you won't be getting refunds for your points. If you have a problem with this, please PM me, and we'll work something out.
the setting has changed though:

Dusk is falling upon the arena. Bats are descending into the cornucopia. Better avoid them.

// : ♥ Live.Laugh.Love ♥
Jennifer's knife drove into the snake's back, pinning its tail to the ground, a triumphant smirk on her face. But all was not well. The snake jerked underneath the knife, flinging itself upward. Its poisoned fangs sunk deep into the meat of her forearm, releasing the toxin that it carried. Jennifer immediately felt light-headed, pain flaring through her body. It felt like she was being burned from the inside out, her blood turning to acid and eating through her veins and her flesh. Her eyes turned blood red, and crimson leaked out of her left nostril and the corner of her mouth. Her body spasmed, foam following the blood in her mouth. Jennifer's eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell to the desert floor, dead.

// : this takes place due to how your character solved the problem with the poisonous snake.

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post again! :)

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|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: At The Cornucopia
Alliances: Leah
Items:
-1 Burn Medicine
-1 Bandage
-2 Bottles Of Clean Water
-1 Dagger

After about ten minutes of walking, which seemed like hours, Azalea stopped with an exasperated sigh.
"I know it hasn't been that long, but I don't see any signs of water at all." Azalea said, her lips cracked and dry, her skin caked with hot sunlight. She hated this heat, and there was barely any sign of plant life other than cactuses. However, she was never taught anything about cactuses, because she obviously hadn't grown cactuses in her garden at home! She felt really frustrated, and her confidence was lowering by the minute. She hated this heat. She hated the games, and Gamemakers. Everything.

[exorcism]

{{ If you feel like this is godmoding or anything please tell me so I can change it ^^ }}

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αgє :: Seventeen.
gєηdєя :: Female.
dιѕtяιct :: Three.
αllιєѕ :: None.
ρσιηтѕ ѕρєηт :: 0.
тαggєd :: No one really.

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{ ιѕιѕ αrιeɴɴα roѕe }
ιɴveɴтory :: Two daggers, one empty backpack, four apples, and one bottle of water.

Done with the hardest part of her digging, Isis looked up at the now darkening sky, feeling the cold of the night beginning to set in slowly. It was a relief after sweating so badly during the day, having cold seep into her skin. Though, she could only enjoy it for a moment. Up in the air, she could see distinct shapes of a large flying beast, and whimpered. Dropping herself down into the deep hole she had dug, deep enough for her whole self to fit in while crouching - which wasn't as deep as she hopped, but she could only get so much done in a day - and poured the items in her backpack down on the sandy bottom, placing the backpack itself over the top of the hole leading down to where she was. To her left, there was a narrow way, near the roots of the cactus. It was hell trying to keep the sand up, but finally managed by wetting the sand above her and placing a scrap of some old thing - probably a ripped up backpack - she had found, and using sticks to keep it up. She had made it wide enough for her to crawl in without her knocking the sticks down, and only so deep that so if she slept on her side as she always did, her shoulder would just barely miss the scrap part holding the wet sand up above her. It was crowded, and didn't have much hair except the little oxygen that escaped through the tiny grains of sand to where she was near the cactus, and the slight openings left uncovered by her now empty backpack. Her supplies was not cuddled her arms, not wanting them to get stolen in the night. She tucked her feet and elbows in and heaved out a sigh. Her little tunnel was such a sloppy job, she was surprised it worked at all. The only reason she had done it so quick is that she started as soon as the plan hatched inside her head early in the morning, only stopping when the sun started it's journey away and the moon came up to stay for the night until the sun made it's return. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and prayed her make-shift tunnel wouldn't collapse on her. Even though there was only about one and a half feet of sand between her and the world above, she had to be prepared if another tributes walked over and collapsed on top of her, or her sticks fell, or... Isis shivered, and immediately cut her mind off of all the bad things that could happen. Think of the positive... She said, and with that, fell asleep after a few minutes... or maybe twenty, though it didn't really matter.

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// : Skellington.
nope, that was fine :3 ... but Isis is still in trouble xD ((you can kill korbin if you like, just make it real-like :3))

- - - - - Korbin knew that he shouldn't still be walking, but he was. He should have found somewhere to settle down for the night, but he didn't. His footsteps had begun to lead him in a jagged line. It appeared that it didn't matter if he was a career tribute, he was still losing himself. He had begun to see things, he knew. There were great black shapes whooshing across the sky. They weren't real, were they? Korbin shook his head, looking back down at the ground in which he walked upon. That was when he saw the hole, and the crude back-pack roof. He narrowed his eyes, looking around the ground. He took an experimental jump into the air, slamming his feet down to the ground again. He could feel the earth giving way underneath. Korbin stepped back, pulling his sword from where he had tucked it to his back, stepping back and prodding at the ground. This time, everything collapsed inward.

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~Fawna Ala Tau~
-Female- Southern Desert- Items; Blowgun, Darts, Plastic Trash Bag, 1 10-square Blanket, 1 Small Canteen, Water Purification Supplies, Sword, Water Bottle- Injuries; Deep Cut to Left Shoulder (Bandaged), Sun Burn-

Fawna walked quietly along. There wasn't much in the way of scenery, it was a desert after all. Nothing but sand in all directions, occasionally broken by rocks or cacti. She knew she could draw water from those cacti but she didn't need to yet, so why risk the injury? She had taken small sips of water from the water bottle she'd picked up, conserving it as best she could. It was really hot though, far more than she was use too. Water hadn't been a real problem back on the ranch.
She had been walking for hours, putting as much distance between her and the other tributes as she could. She kept watch around her, watching for anything that wanted to cause her harm but she saw nothing. She wasn't really aware of all the dangers of the desert, at home she could have seen danger coming from a mile away but this definitely wasn't home. She knew of the dangers that plagued all the districts but the game masters could have introduced something else. They'd been know to do so before.
Finally, the sun started to drop low in the sky. She needed to find some place to stop for the night, she briefly regretted not picking up one of the tarps she had seen but dismissed it. It was far too late to go back now. She needed some shelter though, she shouldn't just lay down and sleep. She continued walking, she spotted a rock outcropping. It wasn't big but it would protect her back while she slept. Hopefully nothing else was hiding in it. Burnishing her sword, she set down her bag with all her items in it and went to investigate.
After carefully walking around the outcropping, she push on the nearest rock to see if she startled anything from it. Nothing came out, satisfied that it was at least as safe as anything was going to be, she returned for her items and set about making a small camp. Emptying her bag, she placed the blowgun and accompanying darts to one side. She placed the water bottle and purifying supplies out of the sun along with the canteen. She laid the garbage bag on the ground so she didn't have to sleep directly on the sand and laid the blanket on it as well. As of yet it was still to hot to use the blanket but she knew she'd need it soon. Sitting down on the bag and blanket, she chose to examine her wound. It had stopped bleeding but was dirty. She didn't dare waste any of her water to kill it, she hoped it didn't get infected.
She looked up in fear as she heard the distinctive sound of bats coming from back toward the cornucopia. She was glad now that she hadn't stayed near it. The careers probably hadn't, staying to lay claim to anything that hadn't been taken in the bloodbath. She was sure they were regretting it now. Bat were the terror of the night and even full grown adults didn't want to be out when they were about. Fawna didn't want to be out in the open but she didn't have much choice. Hopefully the bats found enough to eat that they didn't come this far out. They probably would in successive nights but tonight they would probably have enough to eat in the cornucopia.
As the sun dropped below the horizon, Fawna realized that she was sun burned. She hadn't even thought about picked up a burn medicine. She should have, she knew she burned easily. How could she be so forgetful? Forgetfulness like that would get her killed. Muttering to herself, trying to find some way to comfort her burning skin. She wished for burn medicine or the ointment her mother always had on hand for just such occasions. She glanced around, watching the gathering darkness for any signs of hostile entities.

[NoisyBirds]

-Nicholas-

{{Inventory
 Broadsword (x1)
Backpack (x2)
Blanket (x1)
Large canteen (x1)
Small canteen (x2)
Tarp (x1)
Bag of 5 apples (x1)
Loaf of bread (x1)
Sleeping bag (x1)
Flashlight (x1)
Dagger (x3)
Bandage (x1)
Hunk of cheese (x1)
Burn medicine (x1)

{{Companion
White German Shepard: Yeti (Male)  

{{Wounds
 Knife wound on shoulder (Minor)
 Cut down back (Mildly deep)

Nick heard the sound of a cannon blowing and wondered who had died then. But his thoughts were cut off by the last lights of day bleeding into black. "We should get inside." he said, picking up his sword and backpack and motioning for then to follow him into the shelter. "I think l saw a bat, the tarp will keep I from locating us." he said, pulling aside the tarp for Yeti and the others to walk in. "Yeti will wake up if he hears something and warn me. But I'll take the first shift for watch." he said. "We shouldn't get outside the tent, its dangerous." he said, thinking of what would be safest for them all. 

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{{ Alright then. ^^ I think I'll do that. Isis needs something to break her mentality anyway //is mean
//I'll let people use their imaginations to see where the daggers hit him because I'm not all that good with trying to describe deaths to an appropriate level pfft }}

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αgє :: Seventeen.
gєηdєя :: Female.
dιѕtяιct :: Three.
αllιєѕ :: None.
ρσιηтѕ ѕρєηт :: 0.
тαggєd :: Jason Korbin.

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ιɴveɴтory :: Two daggers, one empty backpack, four apples, and one bottle of water.

Waking suddenly from a dreamless sleep, which sadly hadn't been long for Isis, a sudden panic filled her to the core. The ground above her caved in, and she put her face down to the ground, covering her eyes as she let out a blood curdling screech. The pressure wasn't much, but she still didn't like it. Coughing as a little bit of sound found her way in her mouth - in didn't taste good at all - and rubbing her eyes almost constantly trying to rub the sand out of her eyes, she managed her way out from under the sand to the top, shaking ferociously. She whimpered slightly as she shook her head like a dog would when wet to attempt to get the sand out of her hair, but to no avail. With a slight turn and a stab of panic, she saw a tribute behind her, much larger then she was and armed with a sword, no less. In an act of fear and distress she quickly grabbed her two daggers she had, and threw them at the boy. As both hit, one just barely but still there because of the close distance between she and he, she instantly fell more panicked and distressed then she had before. "Oh my Gandhi, I'm so sorry!" She whimpered, her voice sounding high pitched and shaky. After that she didn't pay attention to what happened. She didn't recall if anything had happened before she threw her daggers other then the sand collapsing on top of her and her fearing that it might have been the day she would die. With quick and shaky hands she thrust her hands into the sand and grabbed hold of the four apples she had and her bottle of water. She turned and grabbed her back pack and quickly shoved everything inside. With that, she turned to look at the other boy, and with even more panic, she had taken notice that she... that she... "O-oh my.. go... I... I killed someone!" She said to herself, breathing in and out in quick deep breaths. Before she even looked to see where she had hit the boy, she grabbed both handles of her daggers and ripped them from the boy's carcass, turned, and ran towards the nearest oasis. So much for the plan...

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As the day light is falling I climb up to the tree. I take out all the stuff in my garbage bag and than I out the stuff into the hollow in the cactus. I get inside the plastic bag with my head sticking out. I cover the thrash bag with leaves and than my head. I look out into the night sky from the peeking hole between 3 leaves. I soon fall asleep though with my lips dry and my mouth aching for more water. But I cant move or the mutates will see me. I stay as still as possible and than start to quietly sing myself to sleep. I sing the last word and a tear drops down my cheek. That was my family's favorite song of all time, we sung it all the time. After the last word some tears drip down but I soon fall asleep.