CONGRATULATIONS CITY GIRL!!!

[exorcism]

{{ You can keep all of my pets skittles. :3 }}

[flare ♥]

|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Talking To Bean.
Alliances: Bean.
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 nodded, a bit relieved that she had a person to fight against the remaining tributes. She nodded at Bean's idea, feeling a bit more relaxed. "Good idea." She said, looking Bean over. He must not be as innocent as he looked to have made it this far. "What do you have?" She asked him. She pushed a lock of golden brown hair out of her face, her eyes not holding their usually radiance and warmth. They were dark, no longer brightened by the sun. She hated what she had become. The games had changed her. She was very tempted to dive into the lake and swim her heart out. However, she knew how dangerous that would be. She hated the idea of killing anybody, but she knew it had to be done. 2 others were out there, and they would be ready for them.

[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-

Deciding it was best to stay put in this new and unknown environment, Fawna set about clearing the area. She didn't want anything to be able to sneak up on her. She used her sword to poke at everything, unsure what was harmful and what wasn't. Bengli continued to sniff around, obviously unsure and confused by its new surroundings. Fawna stopped what she was doing when Bengli growled, turning to find what the cat was suddenly so upset about. It was growling and backing away from a small spiky red object. Fawna didn't know what it was but if Bengli didn't like it, she was sure she didn't want anything to do with it.
She picked up a nearby stick and poke at the object. It was hard and she used the stick to turn it over. The other side was squishy, whatever it was it was alive. She drove the stick into it, pushing it all the way through the tiny creature, then used the stick to move it outside of her safe area. She marked the area that she left the creature in by tying small straps of cloth to the branches. Now knowing what she was looking for, even though she wasn't sure how dangerous or even if they were dangerous, she began to hunt for more. As she widened her safe area, clearing undergrowth, she found many, many more. The creatures were everywhere. She killed those she found and placed them in the area she had marked as dangerous and continued on.
Bengli laid down, watching her though she mostly ignored the cat. It had warned her of danger on two occasions now and had feed her, or at least let her take the left overs it didn't want. She liked the cat and entertained some ideas of bring the creature home with her when she won. It wasn't likely, the game masters would probably destroy the cat when this was over. They didn't seem to like to reuse animals, though some always made an appearance. Some creatures were as common as breathing. She stopped and held her breath as she heard something calling in the distance. That was an even stranger cry then the ones just before the arena had changed. It also sounded much bigger. Ignoring it for now, no way something that big could move quietly through undergrowth like this. She'd hear it before she saw it and Bengli should warn her of danger if it got too close. The creature depended on her for survival as much as she did it. It seemed like if it had been left alone, it wouldn't survived. She didn't know of many creatures that couldn't survive out of their normal social setting but then Bengli was a created creature. Even an untrained eye could see that.

[city;]

» T a y l o r . R a e . O r c h i d




Taylor trudged through the shrubbery, her head downturned and her mood downcast. The death of Nick still weighed heavily in her heart; she was after all, fairly attached to him. He had saved her twice, and she couldn't even stop his death. Rubbing her arm gently, in a soothing motion, she blinked. Taylor's eyes threatened to spill more of the tears that hadn't yet come. A saying she once heard from a little man was Tears are simply the heart overflowing with emotion. Allowing herself to break, a few of the heart overflow-ees dropped from her eyes and ran down her face, exploring the curves of her cheek bone and jawline. 

With a loud sniffle and a few brushes with her sleeve to her face, Taylor finished roughly. She tucked her spears and sword through her belt, keeping Nick's in her hands. It felt good to have some of his things protecting her, like he was guarding her promise by helping her defend herself. She was staring at the forest floor when suddenly, it wasn't a floor anymore. Her feet weren't touching solid, green earth, but translucent, bendable air. She screamed as the talons dug into her collarbone. Squirming, she felt hen dig deeper, actually breaking skin. Panicked, she jerked and pulled, feeling the talons of the monster rip through things, but not break anything. Her arms drooped, but her grip on Nick's weapons never ceased. The backpack remained on her shoulders. She would escape as soon as the beast landed. If she didn't move, it couldn't hurt her. 

Taylor remained perfectly still, and began to feel the pain lessen. The talons were slowly loosening, but remained firmly clamped enough that she wouldn't drop. The tribute had to move fast. Slowly, and almost invisibly, she moved her arms down to her sides, and as best as she could, she tucked away the weapons belonging to the District Five [5] male, and swapped them with her own. First, she pulled her weapon out [the sword], and tucked his little knife back into her belt loop. Her eyes strayed from her task down to the ground, which seemed thousands upon thousands of miles away. She knew her mind was teasing her in the cruelest way possible, but it still conquered rationality. 

She felt safer with a knife from Nick and her own sword in her hand instead of anything else. The talons hadn't noticed her minute actions. That was the bird in her views; just a pair of painful, stabbing talons. It flew to a nest; no, not a normal nest. A humongous, house-sized nest. With hungry babies. Taylor swallowed nervously; she was going to be bird food. The talons hovered twenty feet above the nest, thinking the tribute would die by the fall. The talons released their grip and Taylor Rae fell. 

She kicked and screamed through the air. Her gut jumped from her torso to her throat, blood flying from her shoulder areas. She was thankful that it hadn't snapped her collarbone, but wasn't too happy about the pain it caused. Her body crashed into the twigs and leaves of the nest. Surprisingly, she hadn't broken anything. A loud screeching noise echoed through her ears and echoed through her skull. She clutched her ears in agony; it felt like something was drilling a hole through her brain. Then, as quickly as it came, the screeching stopped, and her weapon was ripped from her hand. Taylor's sword was thrown out of the nest. A gasp escaped her lips, and she looked down at her remaining weapons. One spear was snapped in half and the other was jammed in the twigs, pinning her to the nest. 

Her heart leapt up to her throat, causing her to stop her breathing process. She yanked as hard as she could against the spear lodged between the twigs and things. Little baby raptors approached her, staring down at her hungrily. She panicked. The raptors screamed, and circled her like an injured animal. Well, she was injured, but just not an animal. The babies snapped their teeth close to her ligaments. The tribute panicked, kicking and flailing her legs. All the while, she worked the spear up and through her belt-loop. The spear slipped back through the twigs. Thankfully, she jerked her legs under herself and sprung to her feet. She turned in motion to the circle, jerking her head to the opposite side now and again to cautiously watch the babies through slit eyes. 

The smallest one snapped at her leg once again. But this time, the girl was ready. She rammed her spear through its eye, and jerked it out before anything could happen to it. Blood streamed from the infant's wound, violently coating it's face in a deep shade of maroon. Taylor laughed triumphantly. The larger raptor [though, not the mother] screamed at her. It charged her stomach. The Tribute was enjoying her victory against the young one a little too much to pay attention in time to the next one. 

Catching her off-guard, it head butted her stomach, and continued to charge until her back was rammed into the side of the nest. A gasp escaped her lips as the rest of her breath rushed from her lungs. Taylor took the knife from her belt [the one from Nick] and stabbed the creature violently. Fighting for breath, she felt the creature collapse; she had gotten it in the eye and ear enough times. It's miniature feet slid across her shins, raking through her skin. She would scream from the stinging sensation but she didn't have any breath to loose. She could inhale all she wished, but exhaling? A whole different story. 

Wheezing violently, bent over, and gasping, the final baby charged, bent on eating her now that it's siblings we're dead. This one would be a struggle. Taylor gasped, and dropped flat to the ground as the baby [obviously the stupidest of the three] barreled over her.  The tribute yelped, and noticed Mommy wasn't there. The raptor had flown away for more tribute food. This was her last shot, and she knew it. 

The baby looped around, screeching in raw anger. Taylor braced herself against the walls of the nest. The miniature beast pawed the ground, flapping it's wings feebly. It barreled at Taylor, tossing it's head in different directions. With the broken half of the spear in her right hand, Taylor waited until the baby was a few feet away before she sidestepped, and rammed the spear into the place she was just standing. The stupid child jammed the spear into its chest, it's mouth remaining wide open; it looked like it was still going to eat her. 

Taylor regained her breath slowly. A disgusted look crossed her face. She kicked the final baby in the side, knocking it over and into its back. She wrapped her hands around the broken spear [it was broken before she used it on the raptor babies]. She braced her foot against the chest of the warm and still life-like raptor, and pulled. The spear came out covered in blood and a slimy substance; she guessed it was lung fluid or something. Taylor looked back at her work, and with every single sound on her body protesting with all it's might, she slipped from the nest and onto the huge tree. 

The Girl shimmied her way down the tree, sometimes being forced to drop a few feet from branch to branch. Tediously, she searched her surroundings for a nook or cranny to call home for the night. Taylor got lucky half way down the tree. A little cave-like space opened up just wide enough for her to shimmy in. Once inside, it was much roomier than one would expect; big enough for her to stretch her legs out from one end to the other, and crouch down upways. 

She eased the backpack from her shoulders and set it under her head, trying not to cry. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. "I miss you," she whispered. Taylor's mind wandered from Nick to Tessa to Daniel and back again. Tomorrow, she would set out for the kill. Tomorrow, she would try to go home. She probably wouldn't be able to kill anybody, but she could try and injure them badly enough and then leave mother nature to do her job. She continually thought I will win. I will win. until she fell asleep, her bodily needs taking her mind into a sweet, blissful oblivion. 


[ Can she liiiiiiiiive? Sorry it's so much to read. I got carried away. ]

» T a g g e d : : no. Just the demon thingy skīttles invented.

[skïttles]

i thought that was a legit escape :3
she can live...well, for now :)

[city;]

[ Gasp! thank you, thank you thank you thank you thank you! She's not dead! /endspam ]

[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: Azalea.
Injuries:

Bean was glad that his new ally liked his plan. When she asked what he had, he started listing off his supplies. "I've got a trashbag, and a bit of food. Some tarps, a pair of lights." At this he passed one of the two flashlights to Azalea, "some water, the backpack, a sleeping bag, a few rocks, and my knife." He completely forgot a few things that he had taken from Minna after her death, but who could expect him to remember everything. It seemed to be in both their interests to stay put and survive until another tribute either came to them, or was forced to them by a gamemaker. "What about using a tree for our trap? I'm small enough I can climb up and drop on them, then you can sneak out and stab them with your dagger. It would be easy for us to get rid of them that way." He said, wondering what she would think of the plan. She seemed a bit hesitant about killing people, seeing as she hadn't killed him on sight, but hopefully she would go with it. In the darkest corner of his mind, he was already trying to think of a way to kill Azalea when she was his last opponent, but his consious mind was not recognizing this corner, since he didn't want to think of the inevitable end that would surely be his death rather than hers.

Bean told Azalea his supplies and his plan.

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[left][size=150][color=#804000]Sarkra Nightshade "Bean"[/color][/size][/left] [right][size=85][quote][u]Age[/u]: 12
[u]Gender[/u]: Male
[u]Weaponry[/u]: 26 large cactus spikes, about three inches long each
Two rocks the size of a tennis balls.
1 Knife
Snake Poison
[u]Medicine[/u]: 1 bandage
[u]Survival[/u]: 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)
[u]Alliance[/u]: Azalea.
[u]Injuries[/u]: Twisted ankle (mostly better, just a tad bit painful now).
Scratches from sand on right cheek- not deep.[/quote][/size][/right]

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[flare ♥]

|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Talking To Bean.
Alliances: Bean.
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's hands nearly flew to her stomach, which at the mention of food nearly burst of hunger. As she casually lifted her hand up to pull away another strand of hair, she let her fingers graze over her ribs. They stuck out, like an old starving man's. "That sounds like a good idea." Azalea said, glancing down at her flashing knife. "I have tarp and a garbage bag too if you want to use them." She said, feeling a pang of sadness for her short but kind ally who had supplied her with those gifts. Suddenly, it dawned on her that she was much more vulnerable when stalking a tribute if she didn't have her sight in her left eye. "If you see a tribute, we should have some sort of alert." She said, not daring to tell him about her eye. The last thing she needed was thoughts of her being a weakling and useless penetrating his mind. She remembered she had some of the berries she had collected the day before, hanging in her empty water bottle. Everything was in the plastic garbage bag that she held. "Just in case I don't see them in time or something." Azalea said.

[skïttles]

Still Alive:
Jerzey. // Taylor
zippyzoo77 // Sarkra
aseka // Fawna
f l a r e ♥ // Azalea

Strikes:
f l a r e ♥ | 1 strike
zippyzoo77 | 1 strike

so, we still have about 200 pets for the winner, because of some very, very kind people ((you know who you are <3))
we're doing pretty good, everything's on track, etc. etc. :)
still no other deaths though *sigh*
Taylor did have a close call, lol

[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: Azalea.
Injuries: Twisted ankle (mostly better, just a tad bit painful now).
Scratches from sand on right cheek- not deep.

"Ok, ummm..." Bean said, thinking of a sign that they would know, but not the other tributes. Then it came to him. "I know! The tarps, we have a total of three, so why don't we take one of mine apart and use the large threads as a sort of line between us. I can pull on one end when I see one, then you could feel that on your end." He was proud of himself for that idea, and immediately started to pull one of the brown tarps out of his bag. He set aside the bread and the cactus flower as he did so, thinking that the time consuming task of pulling apart the tarp threads would be best accompanied with a bit of food. He waited to make sure that Azalea liked the plan first though, since the tarp would be ruined for use as a tarp by them taking it apart like this.

Bean wants to take apart a tarp for the strings that make it up.

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[left][size=150][color=#804000]Sarkra Nightshade "Bean"[/color][/size][/left] [right][size=85][quote][u]Age[/u]: 12
[u]Gender[/u]: Male
[u]Weaponry[/u]: 26 large cactus spikes, about three inches long each
Two rocks the size of a tennis balls.
1 Knife
Snake Poison
[u]Medicine[/u]: 1 bandage
[u]Survival[/u]: 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)
[u]Alliance[/u]: Azalea.
[u]Injuries[/u]: Twisted ankle (mostly better, just a tad bit painful now).
Scratches from sand on right cheek- not deep.[/quote][/size][/right]

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