CONGRATULATIONS CITY GIRL!!!

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Whew! I been neglecting this lately! Sorry guys!
Update time! You know the drill :)
//dont post

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Still Alive:
Jerzey. // Taylor
zippyzoo77 // Sarkra
aseka // Fawna
NPCs // James, David, Carson
Fire.Proof.Heart // Minna
f l a r e <3 // Azalea
Sebastian.Michaelis // Nick
-Hunger-Games- // Max
Skellington. // Isis

Strikes:
f l a r e ♥ | 1 strike
-Hunger-Games- | 1 strike
Sebastian•Michaelis | 2 strike

Casualties:
♥ Live.Laugh.Love ♥
Shazinga
gїzмо.
. c h e s h i r e.
- orchid.
puppyeyez94
sandra.
Night Pixie
- infinity.

more characters died because of the owner's inactivity. sorry guys!
also, still dont post, i think ceridwen is gonna post something! :)

[studio killers.]

Azlynn
Oh dear...this is awfully, awfully boring. Azlynn sighed, pouting, looking down at the many screens showing all angles of the desert arena. This year's tributes were either too peaceful or too smart. And that made for a very boring show. Sure, they were dying, but not in an exciting enough manner. The people of Panem wanted excitement, suspense. Sure, the other Gamemakers had released animals, but that wasn't working. They needed something with pizzazz. Something unexpected. Something like...a sandstorm. Yes! Azlynn grinned, moving to adjust the various settings and such around the control room. "Sorry guys, gotta put your little beasties on hold. Mama's cooking up a sandstorm!" she giggled. After setting everything up, the Gamemaker directed it onto the arena, making it begin near the Cornucopia and spread out from there. Now this is entertainment, she thought smugly, sitting back.
- - -
A sandstorm has been unleashed in the arena. The sand is very abrasive, and within five minutes of being out in the open a tribute's skin will be bloody and raw and their lungs will be filled with sand and/or torn to bloody shreds. AT LEAST TWO TRIBUTES WILL DIE. (not counting the NPCs).

With this in mind, post away. :)

edit;; oh yeah, and it'll last all day. forgot to add that, sorry. :P

[exorcism]

{{ Skittles, would you mind if I was inactive for a bit?
Some family things have been coming up, and I've been getting awfully distracted from CS lately.
I wanted to let you know so you wouldn't kill off Isis. </3 }}

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kk, i'll keep that in mind ... if it takes to long, i may have to kill her off anyhow because it would be unfair to everyone else...but that isn't likely
sorry i can't give you a for sure ;(

[Spider-Man]

Name: Max
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Area: The tree were Azeala is
Items: Water bottle ( 1 ), tarp ( 1 ), plastic garbage bag ( 1 )
Stone throwing knives ( 6 ), Knife ( 1 ), bandages ( 1 ),
healing medicine ( 1 )
Food: Big Rabbit ( 1/2 )
Water: Water bottle - more than half - ( 1 )
Injuries: bat bites ( 2 )

As he waits for Azaela he looks around once again. Than looks in the direction of the cornucopia, and sees it. A colossal ( in his matter ) sandstorm spreading out fast ( again in his matter). He than quickly gets up the tree. He looks around for a spot to set up his tarp as he un ties his garbage bag. Max than looks around for the perfect spot for an 1o foot tarp. He finds it quickly and starts to dig his stone knives into the tarp than piercing its bark. 'Its a very small space but we will have to do ' He thinks as he digs the last knife into the tree. Its a very tight dome and has only one peiring hole facing the opposite way of the sandstorm. He than buts his jacket on and put the hood around his head. I tuck my hands in a than go so close to Azaela its kinda weird. Max than whispers to her with my lips almost touching her ear since were so close. " This is how you can trust me." He says and smile as the sandstorm gets closer and closer. 'This is probably no time to have a humor but whatever' I than grasp onto the garbage bag, the only thing I can trust.

[exorcism]

{{ If it gets to that point it's perfectly fine with me. :3 }}

[aseka]

~Fawna Ala Tau~
-Female- Southern Desert- Dusk- 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- Companion; Bengli-

As Fawna walked slowly through the sand. The sand was getting harder to walk through, though she wasn't sure why. Probably just the strain of having to walk through it constantly. Her water bottle was almost empty now and she needed to find water soon. She was desperate enough now that she would have tried to get water out of a cactus if she'd come across one but she had no such luck. She wasn't even sure she'd been making any progress. Everything looked the same to her.
Suddenly, Bengli growl, raced forward and grabbed her arm. Fawna pulled away or tried too. Bengli was incredibly strong and though she was being gentle, Fawna was well aware of just how much force those jaws could pack. Bengli began to tug her across the desert, dragging her away from her original southernly direction. She couldn't for the life of her figure out where Bengli was taking her but if she wanted to keep her arm, she'd better follow. After a short time a rock appeared on the horizon, the first she'd seen since she'd left the one she'd slept next to this morning. This one was bigger and as they drew closer, the wind began to pick up, blowing sand into Fawna's skin with incredible force. Sandstorm, Fawna thought and no longer needed Bengli's urgings to get to the rock as fast as possible.
She looked toward the Cornucopia and saw that was were it was originating. She was glad then, like she'd never been before, that she hadn't stayed there. This storm would have blow up with force and unexpected suddenness. She at least had some minutes before it would hit her in force. Reaching the rock, Bengli began searching around it, sniffing, trying to find a hole to find it. After a couple of pain filled minutes, Fawna found an opening and calling Bengli's name into the wind, wedged herself inside. Bengli appeared a couple of seconds later and all of the young cat's fears were forgotten. It pushed its way into the hole with Fawna, as Fawna took out her blanket and wrapped it around them. It didn't afford much protection but it was the best she could do. The hole on the opposite side of the direction the wind was coming and the blanket kept what sand did come through from stinging her skin. She and Bengli waited, it was all they could do.

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|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Sheltering in a tree
Alliances: Max
Items: 1 Burn Medicine, 1 Bandage, 2 Bottles Of Clean Water, and 1 Dagger
Injuries: No Sight in Left Eye

Just great. Azalea thought as she spotted the sandstorm. When she went with Max, she shivered slightly being so close to him, not in a bad way. She couldn't help but feel blush spreading across her freckled cheeks. "Ok, ally." She said, her voice hushed and she gave a thin but meaningful smile back. She watched the sandstorm approaching, knowing she couldn't afford to lose another eye. She had nothing that would help them in this situation. All she had was her bandage, burn medicine, bottles of water, and dagger. By now, her hope that Leah was still out there was thinning. And in a strange way, she had a little more faith in Max, she felt a little more safer. With Leah, she knew for certain she would die if she didn't accept her offer. With Max, he was kind enough to help her instead of run off by himself. For that, she was incredibly grateful.

[NoisyBirds]

Nick felt something blowing against the tarp and tensed. He looked outside and was buffeted by strong winds. He tensed and suched back in, a few cuts on his face from the flight wind. "We
Need to put the other two tarps up. A sandstorm is coming up." he said urgently, already unfolding the other tarp and beginning to tuck the top I under the other one. They had used knives and rope to firmly hold the tarp in, so he wasn't worried about it flying away. He continued to tuck it in, making sure each area was secure as the storm raged outside. The pitter patter of sand and rocks on the sides of the metal cornicopua was nearly deafining, but not so much as to stop him from thinking clearly and talking.