Sarkra Nightshade "Bean"
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Weaponry: A dozen large cactus spikes, about three inches long each and two rocks the size of a tennis balls.
Medicine: 1 bandage
Survival: 1 ten foot tarp
1 bottle of water
1 flashlight
1 plastic trash bag
Alliance: Minna.
Injuries: Twisted ankle (not too bad, should heal up in a day or two). Mild heatstroke.
Bean looked out across the desert that surrounded him and knew that he would need to get some sort of protection if he were to survive the first night. In the furthest ring from the cornucopia, he spotted a tarp, and decided it would be his first goal. When the countdown ended, that long minute that seemed to last forever, he made a dash for it. Probably one of the few things he had going for him was his speed. The larger tributes probably couldn't move as fast as him, since they had to move a lot more weight than his slim 85 lbs. And he was sprinting for his life. He scooped up the tarp as fast as he could, and turned around. Holding the folded mass behind him to cover his back from anything that might be thrown towards him. As he ran out in a zig-zag, another tactic to keep from being hit by projectiles, he managed to snag a water bottle, flashlight, and trash bag.
Once he was out of throwing range of the startign position, he slowed down to a distance running pace, knowing that he couldn't keep running at a sprint for long. He had taken off in the direction Minna had taken, though it had taken him longer to grab things than it had her. He spotted a cactus that had been cut open, but there were still a few needles left scattered on the ground, he picked out the biggest ones, about three inches long, hoping they could be used as some sort of weapon. He carefully wrapped 11 of them into the edge of his tarp, but kept the last one out to carry. He then shoved the tarp into the trash bag, as well as the flashlight and the water, which he didn't dare touch this early in the games. As a last minute thought, he picked up a few rocks that were sitting nearby, and tucked them into his trash bag as well. They could come in use too, since he could throw them at his enemies.
After his things were packed, he held the filled trash bag on his head with one hand, creating a sort of sunshade as he walked, not wanting to be in the sun for long. He had to find Minna, his only ally in this interminably hot arena. Despite his improvised sunshade, his vision was starting to spin from the heat. Thus his surprise when his ankle lodged itself in the top of a very large tunnel, and his confusion when he found that his mouth was full of dirt. The pain in his ankle was unbareable for him. He started crying, with his face in the dirt, and his ankle twisted in a hole, what chance could he possibly stand of survival. He was a twelve year old boy from district 12 for goodness sake, being reaped was a death sentence for certain and he knew it. He would have no sponsors and he was lying here in the dirt crying.
Summary. wrote:Bean grabbed the things listed above and ran. He found a cactus, where he got the only weapon-like things he has. He tripped in Minna's hole and is crying.
((I hope this works, tell me if I screwed anything up and I'll fix it. I have it a little earlier in the day, before the bats start coming out, because I would like to see what Minna's response is before continuing on with that.))
Starbase Typhon is a roleplay run by me, off site. It is Star Trek based (but not the new movies, as you will see) and it definetly needs people who are willing to be active, write with great grammar, and of course, are semi-literate or above. Format is play by Nova, which involves multi-person posts that are a different way of doing things that here of CS. But it's lots of fun, and we need long term people who will help us complete our missions. As the commanding officer of Typhon, I invite anyone who would like to give it a try to please apply! (Warning that quality of applications is strictly judged. Very strictly judged.) The link is in the image.
