CONGRATULATIONS CITY GIRL!!!

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|| 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

"Good idea." Azalea nodded, her mouth watering slightly. She had to give her little ally credit, it was a pretty clever idea. She knew they had to start working right away. She got out one of her knives, which she thought may help a bit more than her dagger in cutting. She tried to ignore the food and secretly popped a delicious berry in her mouth, instantly wanting more. She didn't take out any more though, she knew she had to save them. If she began to get dizzy, then she would eat them. She knew the human body could go longer without food than water, so water was her main focus. Her eyes drifted to the lake. Well, safe water was.

[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 Bottle of Water
1 Sleeping Bag
1 Backpack
1 Snake (dead of course)
Alliance: Azalea.
Injuries:

Bean started rolling out the tarp, and used his knife to cut part of the tough outer edge off so that they could get to the easy to undo part of the tarp, they wouldn't need to bother with undoing the edge, since the middle would give them plenty of the tough string. Once he had cut off a good portion of the edge he turned his attention to the bread and flower, both of which he split in half. He passed one of these portions to Azalea. "Have some food, you look hungry too." He said, promptly biting into his protion, both because he was hungry, and to show that it wasn't poisoned or anything like that. "And you'll work faster if you aren't hungry and thinking of food." He said, trying to block out the thoughts that were suddenly flooding his mind. He didn't want to think of killing Azalea, he wanted to think of killing the other tributes, the ones that weren't alligned with him. "How should we get them to come to us?" He asked, thinking it would help keep both of their minds off of the inevitable end of these games.

Bean shared food and has started on the tarp.

((I should probably tell you that I have to leave for camp all week, and they are strictly no electronics. I'm not even allowed to wear my watch. I will be back Friday, if they haven't killed me by then. Sorry about that.))

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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]: [/quote][/size][/right]

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[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-

Finally, having completed clearing her new camp, Fawna collapsed on the ground next to Bengli. This was the hardest time she had ever had. She just wanted to go home, even during the hardest of times it wasn't anything like this. She thought she'd been prepared for this, at least as prepared as anyone could be. She hadn't been afraid to die, though she wasn't going to lay down and accept it. She was going to fight but by any gods that were listening, she wanted this to be over. She reached over and patted Bengli's head who proceed to look offended. Fawna laughed, startling herself with her own voice. She hadn't much cause to use it for a while.
The jungle was loud with noises but she was comforted by that. If there'd been a predator about, there wouldn't have been some much noise, or at least that was how it worked everywhere she'd ever been. She knew she would attempt to rig some kind of shelter but she was too tired. The days spent in the desert walking, without adequate water had sapped her strength. She looked up at the sky, she would need to soon. She should attempt to make a fire, though she didn't know if anything here was dry enough to burn. Everything she had touched since the change seemed to be at least damp if not down right wet. She'd just sit for a bit though, she needed to rest.

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|| 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 watched him bite into his own food portion before taking hers. "Thank you." She said, genuinely meaning it. She took a small bite of her own, trying not to scarf it down. The last thing she needed was a belly ache. Azalea helped cut the tarp, her knife flashing in the sun. Azalea listened to Bean's question and carefully planned out ideas. "We could make a fire." She suggested. The smoke should draw tributes there. "Or be loud." Azalea said, thinking out loud. She knew that if she didn't have an ally, she would stay well away from fires and noises. However, the remaining tributes would need to kill them to win, so maybe they would come. At least she hoped they would come.

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» T a y l o r . R a e . O r c h i d




Taylor yanked the backpack from behind her head and onto the tree branch with her. She had just barley woken up from a good, long nap, and was extremely groggy. Probably not in the best shape to be climbing up and down trees, but it had to be done. The Tribute swung the straps over her shoulders, the extra balance knocking her off-kilter. She swayed momentarily before regaining her wits enough to latch onto a branch above her head. Her collarbone protested angrily, but Taylor ignored it; there was work to be done.

She swung her leg over the branch below her, and began her descent. Feet first, she finally reached a branch about five feet off the ground, and hidden beneath a canopy of leaves. From where she was, she could see the area around her without others seeing her first. Gently, she took the backpack off her shoulders and went through the contents hungrily. The most she could find to help her pain was a simple bottle of water. Taylor took a sip, and then began to drip a little on the hem of her sleeve. With that hem, she wiped the collarbone injuries, biting her lip all the while. The pain was rather rude and abrasive, but she got over it. Next, she pressed the damp hem to her leg scratch from the second baby raptor. That one wasn't nearly as bad, but it was still irritating. There was nothing she could do to dull the pain, so Taylor simply drank a little bit of water, and rested against the tree.


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» T a g g e d : : no.

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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

az has an evil idea :3
also...
*pokes siggy*
i would be very appreciative of a trade xD

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|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: Talking To Bean.
Alliances: Bean.
Weapons: Stone Throwing Knives, 1 Dagger, and 1 Knife.
Food: 2 Bottles of Clean Water.
Other: 1 Empty Water Bottle, Tarp, Plastic Garbage Bag,
1 Healing Medicine, 1 Burn Medicine, and 1 Bandage.
Injuries: No Sight in Left Eye

Azalea suddenly felt a rush of homesickness for District 7. She wanted to be with her family, with her brothers and father, friends, and even wanted to see her grumpy old neighbor who always yelled at her for being too loud. She missed it terribly, and that truly was what motivated her to go on. She patiently waited for Bean's response, her hands tingling as she slit the tarp. She thought about how much the family of the tributes they would kill would hate her. She knew that if she were them, she would hate them with all of her guts. She prayed that her family wouldn't have to see her die. Azalea knew they would never be the same if that happened.

[skïttles]

if no one else posts within two hours, Azalea of District 7 wins.
aseka? jerzey? zippyzoo?
y'all better post :)

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» T a y l o r . R a e . O r c h i d




Taylor was squatted down on the ground, her teeth gritted. Falling five feet from a tree branch is painful. The tribute eased herself up against the tree, wincing all the while. She may have twisted an ankle. Taylor yanked up her pant leg and began to examine her ankle. Nothing out of the ordinary except it was slightly bloody. She put a little bit of pressure on the joint, and discovered it was only slightly sore. Walkable even. 

The girl knew she needed food, so she yanked a spear from her belt [the non-broken one] and hefted it to about waist-height. Taylor stole one last glance around the base of the tree -- she still needed to find her sword. After the babies had tossed it out of the nest, she hadn't been able to find it. If she stumbled upon it later, she would be lucky. So then the tribute began her silent trek through the forest, searching with her hearing and sight for food. Instead, she heard voices; a younger little boy's and an older girl's. Taylor held her breath and snuck to a gigantic tree, concealing herself. Her slip up; she stepped on a twig. Wincing, the tribute pressed the back of her head in a small crook of the tree, praying the two hadn't heard it. 


[ Sorry guys. I got bored. ]

» T a g g e d : : Azalea and Bean

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|| A Z A L E A ||

Age: 17
Currently: With Bean and Taylor.
Alliances: Bean.
Weapons: Stone Throwing Knives, 1 Dagger, and 1 Knife.
Food: 2 Bottles of Clean Water.
Other: 1 Empty Water Bottle, Tarp, Plastic Garbage Bag,
1 Healing Medicine, 1 Burn Medicine, and 1 Bandage.
Injuries: No Sight in Left Eye

Barely even thinking, Azalea whirled around, knife in hand. She whisked it around her, as if cutting at some invisible enemy. She had heard a crack, of a twig. She eyed the forest, her heart beating hard in her ears. Blood rushed to her face with fear. She scanned the area with her good eye, her ears listening for any sound at all. This is what Azalea had come to, an animal, forced to live and survive like one. She nervously grabbed her stone throwing knives from her bag and substituted her knife for her dagger. Azalea made she she kept walking around, so if whatever she had heard had a bow and arrows, she would be harder to hit. She didn't dare say anything to Bean. Azalea cautiously edged closer, but not close enough to be hit by anything if whatever was there decided to try and hit her. She didn't realize that she was holding her breath.