CONGRATULATIONS CITY GIRL!!!

[flare ♥]

|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Fighting off bugs.
Alliances: -
Items: 1 Empty Water Bottle, Tarp, Plastic Garbage Bag, Stone Throwing Knives,
1 Knife, 1 Healing Medicine, 1 Burn Medicine, 1 Bandage, 2 Bottles Of Clean Water, and 1 Dagger
Injuries: No Sight in Left Eye

Azalea looked up right away when she heard odd and eerie clicking noises. A shiver ran down her spine as she saw about 50 strange bugs heading her way. She leapt up, her dagger and knife tight in her fists. She began to run, avoiding the forest, knowing that if she was running through the desert it would be easier to see the bugs, when in the forest she couldn't see them but they could see her. She ran with all of her might, adrenaline kicking through her veins. Her brown hair whipped around behind her like a leaf blowing in high winds. She tried not to pant, knowing if she breathed through her nose it would be easier to catch her breath. In a way, she was testing how fast the bugs would be. As she ran she took out her tarp, prepared to through it over the bugs if needed. At the beginning, she knew she would die. She expected it, and as much as she wished she could win, she knew she couldn't. Now, over the past few days, confidence spilled through her. She had to win. She just had to... She wasn't ready to die. And she wasn't going to let the Gamemaker's kill her when she deserved to live. She wasn't going to end up like Max or Leah, she wasn't going to end up like any of the other tributes who had been viciously killed. I'm going to come out alive. She told herself, and somehow, that gave her energy.

(I knew something was gonna happen with her soon )

[skïttles]

sebastian.michaelis got an escape pass

[exorcism]

{ Alright. :3 }

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I S I S :: A R I E N N A :: R O S E

----" Let's watch this city burn, let's watch this city burn away! "
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ιɴveɴтory ::
Survival - Backpack, apples (3), bottles of water (1 1/2), 20 square foot tarp, sleeping bag, flashlight.
Weapons - Two daggers, one bow, ten arrows.
Companion - Vladimir / Male / Presa Canario Dog

Isis peeked her head out of her tarp-tent, Vladimir's head peeking out under hers. For a moment, she thought of leaving, but bit her lip as she looked around, seeing shapes moving in the distance. Looking over her shoulder, she spotted her bow, and her quiver full of ten arrows. Whistling, she grabbed Vladimir's attention. She motioned towards the items, and almost immedately he seemed to understand what she wanted. He went over and grabbed the bow in his mouth, dragging it over to Isis, who was still peering around with a sudden intense hatred, and an urge for blood-lust. Going over to fetch the arrows, Vladimir seemed happy about the urge, as if he had shared the same feeling the whole time. Ever since Isis had killed that tribute a while back out of panic, she felt... strange. She wanted out of here. She wanted out as fast as possible. She wanted to see her family again, their pets... And if some lives needed to be taken in order to achieve that, so be it. Wrapping her quiver of arrows on her back, she took one, and stretched out her bow string, looking around for a target to aim at. Her father had never really taught her what to do with a bow and arrow, but she would learn fast if she wanted to live, and that was something she wanted more then anything. She didn't care about fame or fortune, she cared about her family. Her father and mother... They cried so hard when Isis was chosen at the reaping, they were all so close. They had build inventions that got her family extremely wealthy, they bonded over it. And now... It was all for them.

[skïttles]

flare got an escape pass :)

damn...i was hoping someone was gonna die xD

[skïttles]

Still Alive:
Jerzey. // Taylor
zippyzoo77 // Sarkra
aseka // Fawna
f l a r e <3 // Azalea
Sebastian.Michaelis // Nick
Skellington. // Isis

Strikes:
f l a r e ♥ | 1 strike
Sebastian•Michaelis | 2 strike
zippyzoo77 | 1 strike

aha...well, no one got eliminated yet :)
down to the final bit

[city;]

» T a y l o r . R a e . O r c h i d




Taylor looked pitifully at Nick. Yes, she trusted him, but no, she didn't want to. She watched as he grabbed wood and rope; he was going to make her a splint. Her eyes widened in fear - she knew what splints did. They hurt like crazy, and left an aching pain for a long time. She stuck her hands in her pants pockets so she wouldn't accidentally smack him or something. 

As he sat down, Taylor clenched her teeth and a steely look crossed her face. She nodded, saying she understood him, but she didn't say anything. In some irrational thinking, she believed that if she unclenched her jaw, she would fall apart. The tribute looked at her leg as Nick set it, nearly puking. It was a disgusting sight, plus disgusting sounds, plus the pain. Thankfully, the most noise she made was a tiny whimper. And he was done soon. She used her hands to move her leg to the side  before scooting closer. She held out her arm, and unwrapped it. Painfully, she swiped the blood away. Taylor held it out to Nick. "Ow," she finally whimpered. 



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» T a g g e d : : Nick

[flare ♥]

|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Fighting off bugs.
Alliances: -
Items: 1 Empty Water Bottle, Tarp, Plastic Garbage Bag, Stone Throwing Knives,
1 Knife, 1 Healing Medicine, 1 Burn Medicine, 1 Bandage, 2 Bottles Of Clean Water, and 1 Dagger
Injuries: No Sight in Left Eye

Azalea had been running for what seemed like hours. Finally she tripped over her own feet, exhausted. She got up immediately, looking around wildly for the bugs. But they were gone. Azalea let out a small noise of relief. She took a gulp of water, thankful that she still had a whole other one. She gave herself another sip, her lips were cracked and dry. She wondered why the bugs had only gone after her. Stupid Gamemakers. She thought with a growl. She knew that they were being played with, they needed another kill. With her dagger in one hand and knife in the other, she finally accepted the truth. She was going to have to kill.

[aseka]

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

Fawna, finally, found what she was looking for over the southern dune. There was a group of some five rock all piled together. She walked around it looking for a likely spot to set up her base. There didn't seem to be anything on the bottom of the rocks so she sat her bag down and climbed up the rocks. It wouldn't make it a very good place to run to if she was being chased but it would protect her from snakes. She found a hole, big enough for her to fit in comfortably between two of the rocks. She'd have to make a top for it or she'd be exposed but this looked like a good enough place. She wasn't likely to find better.
She scrambled back down the rock and slung her bag back over her shoulder and climbed back up. Setting to work she laid the blanket out in the bottom of the hole and using her sword to cut small stripes from the blanket, secured the bag overhead. It was crude and didn't offer a lot of protection, it also destroyed the bag for farther carrying purposes, but it would work for now. She had no intention of going to seek out the other tributes. Let the game masters kill them or drive them to her, she had what she needed here to survive. Shelter, water, and probably food, at least she assumed there was food.
Taking the blowgun and several darts, Fawna slide back down the boulders. She looked around wondering where the best place to start would be when Bengli came prancing back with a rabbit. She grimaced in irritation, such a young animal shouldn't be such a proficient hunter. She was glad Bengli had adopted her into its pack or whatever group dynamic it answered to. Still while the cat was feed, it still left her hungry. She wondered if she should just take the rabbit since obviously the cat didn't have a problem finding its own food. She took a step toward the cat, who snarled and shook the rabbit. Fawna stopped and smiled, that revealed just how young this particular creature was. It wanted to play.
Fawna set her things down in the shade of the rocks and approached Bengli again. The young cat stay in opposition until Fawna was within arms reach and then jumped out of the way. The cat had incredible jumping powering, leaping well over Fawna's head and behind her by several meters. Fawna gaped for a moment before grinning and chasing after the cat. Though it was hot and she was hungry, though no longer thirsty, Fawna was glad to have a reason to just forget about her situation. Eventually Bengli tired of the game and dropped the rabbit to rest in the shade. Fawna picked the rabbit up and smiled warmly at the cat, who made what sounded like a purr. Now the problem was cooking the rabbit. She could probably eat it raw but that wouldn't be advisable and would probably make her sick. Fawna draped the rabbit across one of the rocks, deciding to trust Bengli to scare off anything that might try and eat it and set out in search of something to burn.

[NoisyBirds]

Nick gave a little nod and began to clean her arm with his damp cloth. There was a long jagged wound, but it was smaller and cleaner, just jagged and bloody. The tribute finished wrapping the wound and fell forward with a small whimper, his shirt ripped open on the front. He landed on her unhurt leg, the wound stinging as he fell. There were three long hashes on his chest, his jacket hiding the wounds before. Now they were completely showing, his cost Havig fallen off. His breath was coming in soft pants, a pained expression on his face.

[zippyzoo77]

Sarkra Nightshade "Bean"

Age: 12
Gender: Male
Weaponry: 26 large cactus spikes, about three inches long each
Two rocks the size of a tennis balls.
1 Knife
Snake Poison
Medicine: 1 bandage
Survival: 2 ten foot tarp
1 bottle of water
2 flashlight
1 plastic trash bag
1/2 loaf of bread
1 Bottle of Water
1 Cactus Flowers
1 Sleeping Bag
1 Backpack
1 Snake (dead of course)
Alliance: None.
Injuries: Twisted ankle (mostly better, just a tad bit painful now).
Scratches from sand on right cheek- not deep.

Bean flailed his legs when he was suddenly tackled. "Gidoffme!" He said with trouble. It wasn't easy to speak with a large girl on his chest. She had to be at least 60 lbs heavier than he was, though most of it was probably because she was older than him. When the clicking bugs arrived, and she jumped off of him, he lept up, holding his knife with both hands in front of him. He didn't want to kill her, and even though she was focused on the bugs and he had the perfect chance, he didn't. He couldn't just kill her like that, not when she could possibly help him survive. She was big enough to go against the older, larger tributes and he could use that if he could convince her that he was not the one to kill now.

When she ran, Bean followed. He didn't have much of a choice, she was the first tribute he'd seen all day. Fortunately he could run, it was one of the only things he could do actually. She was faster, but from the sound of the insects he was able to follow her. When she finally lost the insects he had caught up, his knife still in his hands. She looked very tired. "You need water." He said, surveying the obvious. She looked tired, and after a run like that anyone would need water.

Bean followed Azalea.