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Silver followed Daniel into the forest and waved to the careers telling them to come her way. Silver heard a rustling in the bushes and quickly stood out of where so that who ever was in the bush couldn't attack her. Silver decided to climb up a tree near the bush and after reaching the top, she looked down seeing the district 12 female, sitting there, she was very small and looked very young. "Might want to get out of the way, she's got a bow" she quickly tells the careers. Silver saw the fear on the girls face and smirked. Then she said mockingly, "Need some help down there?"
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April joins the careers and sees Silver talking to someone. She grabs a knife out of her pack to throw at her. But the girl seems so helpless and weak, she didn't want to be the one to kill her. What am I thinking!? I am a career, I'm not supposed to be hung up with these feelings. However, her emotions take control. "Someone else kill her," she says, "I don't wanna get my knives dirty."
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(I didn't make Silver help her out of the bush, and careers don't really help other people :/ they just kill and stay in their pack mostly)
Silver saw April helping the girl. "Daniel kill the girl quickly, come on we can't let it by, one of us has to go back to District 4, and letting people by won't help us win!" Silver aims her arrow at the District 12 girl ready to shoot if Daniel ends up making the wrong decision, well the wrong decision in her mind.
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VividVero
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As Aldo rose up the tubes, his eyes were blinded by the stark white snow all around, as if a stadium light had shined in his eyes. The second thing that hit him was the nipping of the cold on his face, this is the first time he's ever seen a sight like this. Focusing his deep mahogony eyes on the cornucopia, he knew now wasn't the time to be in awe of the unfamiliar arena. Just dash, grab and go. His heart palpitated, beat rising higher with the ever lowering numerals. Once the coast was clear to run, he ran. Knowing full well to not head immediately into the center, Aldo made one giant stride towards the farthest area from the bloodbathe; while everyone seemed preoccupied he grabbed a spear and a backpack full of an assortment of foods, never stopping and not bothering to turn back. He knew full well the other tributes wouldn't bother him since his size was intimidating. Aldo headed towards the area that was closest to the mountain, his tracks getting lost in the woods along with himself.
In short, Zoraida was annoyed. Too annoyed to care about her surroundings, and far too annoyed to deal with the others today; she wasn't particularly annoyed that she was there, she knew being born in a career district that it was to be expected she would be in the games. She was annoyed due to having woken up with a headache on her last day before going to a slaughter house; and now to top off her morning she had to deal with sweaty, scared teenagers. Sprinting past the tributes, and elbowing those in her way, she made a beeline for her precious kukuris and a pickaxe. This will be entertaining. She noticed the others were dealing with the sweaty kids, killing those who strayed into the danger zone, and frankly she didn't bat an eyelash. Now wasn't the time to be empathetic. Being the princess she was, she decided to hang back and arrange the items left over so the careers can sort through them later; if they wanted to go hunt down some other unfortunate child, let them. Since she didn't kill anyone in the bloodbath, she decided to be somewhat useful. After taking her sweet time she made her way over, pick axe slung over her shoulder with rope offering as a makeshift sheath for her weapon. Walking in on the murder about to commence she couldn't help but roll her eyes and let out a loud, agitated sigh. "Stop wasting your time for dramatics, will you? Shouldn't we set up our fort or something? I mean I get it we just got in the games and everyone is sooo eager to be a homicidal maniac, but if your going to kill her, just do it already. On the side note though, these pick axe's seem super fun." She noted while taking it off her shoulder, rubbing one edge in her hand while leaning on her right hip.
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Also just saying can y'all not post in bright colors? It makes it very harsh on the eyes to read and it gives me a headache just seeing it on the page in general. ((I have sensitive eyes at times which is why))
In short, Zoraida was annoyed. Too annoyed to care about her surroundings, and far too annoyed to deal with the others today; she wasn't particularly annoyed that she was there, she knew being born in a career district that it was to be expected she would be in the games. She was annoyed due to having woken up with a headache on her last day before going to a slaughter house; and now to top off her morning she had to deal with sweaty, scared teenagers. Sprinting past the tributes, and elbowing those in her way, she made a beeline for her precious kukuris and a pickaxe. This will be entertaining. She noticed the others were dealing with the sweaty kids, killing those who strayed into the danger zone, and frankly she didn't bat an eyelash. Now wasn't the time to be empathetic. Being the princess she was, she decided to hang back and arrange the items left over so the careers can sort through them later; if they wanted to go hunt down some other unfortunate child, let them. Since she didn't kill anyone in the bloodbath, she decided to be somewhat useful. After taking her sweet time she made her way over, pick axe slung over her shoulder with rope offering as a makeshift sheath for her weapon. Walking in on the murder about to commence she couldn't help but roll her eyes and let out a loud, agitated sigh. "Stop wasting your time for dramatics, will you? Shouldn't we set up our fort or something? I mean I get it we just got in the games and everyone is sooo eager to be a homicidal maniac, but if your going to kill her, just do it already. On the side note though, these pick axe's seem super fun." She noted while taking it off her shoulder, rubbing one edge in her hand while leaning on her right hip.
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Also just saying can y'all not post in bright colors? It makes it very harsh on the eyes to read and it gives me a headache just seeing it on the page in general. ((I have sensitive eyes at times which is why))
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RainbowCherry
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Cor, That was a bit bloody... Miriam, deciding that now everyone had cleared off, rushed into the Cornucopia, and picked the last sickle up. She had to briefly scramble for a bit, due to her limited eyesight. She was surely very calm about the situation, trying to limit her jittery excitement for later. It wasn't that good of an idea to wait, because all the good backpacks were gone... She frowned to herself, picking up one of the backpacks with a small packet of crackers. Someone had been careless with it, because the bag had a strap ripped clean off, so she dragged it behind her weakly. Finally, she picked up a shoddy rope.
Giggling to herself with a huge ego boost for waiting it out, she ran off into to find a tree. Due to the cold, the tree branches were slightly more resilient. With no regard for the loud noises she was making, she threw the rope up to the tree, and started hacking away with the sickle. Several minutes later, it fell off, she stripped the smaller branches, and used the rope to tie the sickle firmly to the end. Her hands were twitchy and numb from the cold, so so it wasn't very... well-weighted when she tied the rope? It was heavier at the blade, but that was to be expected. She held her... fairly decent pole-arm. She wasn't exactly a craftswoman. The cold, in an odd way, made her expression freeze up from its weird smile to stare-y and she sheepishly slunk off before anyone tried to kill her.
Giggling to herself with a huge ego boost for waiting it out, she ran off into to find a tree. Due to the cold, the tree branches were slightly more resilient. With no regard for the loud noises she was making, she threw the rope up to the tree, and started hacking away with the sickle. Several minutes later, it fell off, she stripped the smaller branches, and used the rope to tie the sickle firmly to the end. Her hands were twitchy and numb from the cold, so so it wasn't very... well-weighted when she tied the rope? It was heavier at the blade, but that was to be expected. She held her... fairly decent pole-arm. She wasn't exactly a craftswoman. The cold, in an odd way, made her expression freeze up from its weird smile to stare-y and she sheepishly slunk off before anyone tried to kill her.
TheCreeperHugz
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Waiting for the countdown to end seemed like forever for Devon. He spent most of it looking around the circle for the other careers, the ones he'd team up with to start. Once the timer finally reached zero, he ran straight for the cornucopia in the middle. The first thing he went for was the nearest of the five bows, quickly grabbing the bow and slinging the quiver over his shoulder. There was also a spear nearby that Devon had reached before anyone else, better for combat at a closer range so he grabbed that too, and the bow joined the quiver across his back. Most of the backpacks had been quite far from him and were already taken, but it didn't matter, the other careers seemed to have gotten plenty of food. Once everyone dispersed they could come clear out what was left anyway. Grabbing a rope as he passed it on the way away from the cornucopia, he ran towards where the other careers had went, into the treeline. Surprisingly, no one had gotten in his way yet so he hadn't had the chance to kill anyone, unlike the other careers.
(I can't keep track of who's dead and who's not so idk if there are any npcs left to kill oops)
Sarah glanced around the arena at the other tributes, then focused her eyes back on the cornucopia. She looked very nervous as the final seconds counted down. If she was to have any chance of surviving at all, she needed to get in, grab whatever she could, and get straight back out again before the others had time to get weapons and use them. Mentally counting down in time with the timer, as it finally ticked to 0 she made a beeline for the center. Sarah didn't stop for anything in particular, instead grabbing things as she ran past. Unfortunately, she didn't manage to snag a backpack, but she did get a stack of ten knives for throwing, a rope, an empty water cannister with iodine to purify the water, and a box of matches. Deciding this was enough to work with, she turned and ran back towards the treeline, dodging past careers and other tributes as she ran.
(I can't keep track of who's dead and who's not so idk if there are any npcs left to kill oops)
Sarah glanced around the arena at the other tributes, then focused her eyes back on the cornucopia. She looked very nervous as the final seconds counted down. If she was to have any chance of surviving at all, she needed to get in, grab whatever she could, and get straight back out again before the others had time to get weapons and use them. Mentally counting down in time with the timer, as it finally ticked to 0 she made a beeline for the center. Sarah didn't stop for anything in particular, instead grabbing things as she ran past. Unfortunately, she didn't manage to snag a backpack, but she did get a stack of ten knives for throwing, a rope, an empty water cannister with iodine to purify the water, and a box of matches. Deciding this was enough to work with, she turned and ran back towards the treeline, dodging past careers and other tributes as she ran.
****IN HELL TONE IT DOWN A BIT Y'ALL ARE LIKE MARY SUES GOSH
also sorry im oly posting now you're all american and i just got back from school like 2 hours ago : /]]
Fleck rose from her tube and realised late that the countdown had finished. She reached the cornucopia as one of the last, only managing to snag rope, a dagger and an empty water cannister. Fleck slipped on the snow and lost her footing however, barely dodging a tribute. She grabbed what she scrounged up from the leftovers and dashed into the forest, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Fleck stuffed the cannister into a pocket and held the dagger in her right hand, gripping it tight and ready to spin around and stab at someone.
She wanted to survive, god dammit, and she wasn't gonna let some careers take her down. She ran until she thought she was safe, peering around and making herself aware of the area around her. Snow. This wasn't so bad - her area would always get incredibly snowy during the winter. Nonetheless, she knew how to climb from playing around the hydroelectric dam and climbing power towers to fix them up.
also sorry im oly posting now you're all american and i just got back from school like 2 hours ago : /]]
Fleck rose from her tube and realised late that the countdown had finished. She reached the cornucopia as one of the last, only managing to snag rope, a dagger and an empty water cannister. Fleck slipped on the snow and lost her footing however, barely dodging a tribute. She grabbed what she scrounged up from the leftovers and dashed into the forest, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Fleck stuffed the cannister into a pocket and held the dagger in her right hand, gripping it tight and ready to spin around and stab at someone.
She wanted to survive, god dammit, and she wasn't gonna let some careers take her down. She ran until she thought she was safe, peering around and making herself aware of the area around her. Snow. This wasn't so bad - her area would always get incredibly snowy during the winter. Nonetheless, she knew how to climb from playing around the hydroelectric dam and climbing power towers to fix them up.
Silver looked at Zoraida, she didn't want to kill the little girl, but she couldn't't just let her go in front of a career. Her bow was still aimed at the little girl. "I will just get this done with since no one else seems able to." From this angle Silver wouldn't be able to shoot the girl and kill her, she **** the arrow and hit the girl right in the shoulder, disabling her from moving as she struggled with the pain. "Hey Zoraida, you didn't kill anyone at the cornucopia, why not do it now?" Silver didn't want to be the one who killed a 12-year old.
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Zoraida couldn't help but snort at the concept. "Listen, in any other case I would but, do you really think anyone would want to sponsor someone who killed a 12 year old? If anything, let the mouse go; the cold will take her out." She studied Silver's demeanor and commented while twirling the pickax around. "If you're so eager to have her slaughtered, you do it. Sorry doll, I've got an image to uphold. Plus there are more important things than killing off the dead ends right now, like setting up camp and protecting our stuff. As far as we know, the others may be having a go at the stash right now."
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OmgItsAbigail
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(Guys who's the 12 year old, no one in the RolePlay has a character who is 12, well atleast that's what I see.)
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Fleck crouched nearby a tree. She needed to find a frozen over pond or lake, try to crack the ice with her dagger. She needed water - fast. Fleck learnt that from watching the previous hunger games and seeing the tributes die of thirst. Shelter was her next priority - food third. She remembered the threes rule - three minutes without air, three hours without shelter in an environment like this, three days without water and three weeks without food.
Although, it certainly wouldn't be fun to live three weeks without food.
She prayed for a sponsor, although she doubted that she'd ever get one. Fleck looked around, squinting in the snowy atmosphere. It was freezing, although this suit was doing her some justice.
I could always dig under the snow and burrow like a mole, Fleck thought to herself. She snorted, and while she rolled her eyes, she spotted a bush.
A berry bush.
Fleck ran to it, and thought to herself happily that she had got one of her worries over with, but then she realised that those were poisonous berries.
She sighed.
At least the training she took in the training center helped her out. Fleck left the berries alone, hoping that another tribute would eat them and die. She heard some cannons fire in the distance and sighed. This was going to be a long week - one she would probably not get out of alive.
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[[District 8, Abram.
Also, it was probably one of the character slots that hadn't been taken.]]
Although, it certainly wouldn't be fun to live three weeks without food.
She prayed for a sponsor, although she doubted that she'd ever get one. Fleck looked around, squinting in the snowy atmosphere. It was freezing, although this suit was doing her some justice.
I could always dig under the snow and burrow like a mole, Fleck thought to herself. She snorted, and while she rolled her eyes, she spotted a bush.
A berry bush.
Fleck ran to it, and thought to herself happily that she had got one of her worries over with, but then she realised that those were poisonous berries.
She sighed.
At least the training she took in the training center helped her out. Fleck left the berries alone, hoping that another tribute would eat them and die. She heard some cannons fire in the distance and sighed. This was going to be a long week - one she would probably not get out of alive.
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[[District 8, Abram.
Also, it was probably one of the character slots that hadn't been taken.]]
VividVero
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From what I can gather, it's the D12 Female, Rosalina. I assumed they are saying she's twelve based off appearance. Not every tribute is likely to remember each others age by heart. Plus the anime photo Abigail used does make the girl look young, twelve being plausible.
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OmgItsAbigail
Senior Member
(Oh, actually it may be better if Rosalina was 12 I think it would be fun to have a really young tribute, can I change her age to 12 please, sorry to bother you with that, it's fine you don't have to)
I am going to make it turn night when everyone has made their first paragraph or tomorrow morning, I guess the people who don't reply are out of luck) Silver snorted and grinned. "Image, huh? Well I'm not letting this one pass by, you can never underestimate people, even the little ones, they could win this, they could just fool us all." Silver took a knife from her pocket and twirled it in her head. The d12 girl looked a bit pale. Silver didn't want to kill her. "Besides the sponsors will eat it up, there's been careers who have killed little ones before and got by." She knew the camera was probably on her but she didn't care. She just grinned evilly, she wasn't going to seem weak and frail at a moment like this, she had to kill the girl to keep her "career" image.
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OmgItsAbigail
Senior Member
Rosalina started silently as the frosty covered floor as the two career tributes talked about her, she decided to stand up for her self for once, for her brother and angrily said "I'm as capable as fighting as you two you know," she stopped and wished she hadn't said that. But she didn't care, she stood there not scared or panicked, all her pale face was gone "I know I'll die, why not die know?" She casually sat onto a stone but really inside she was tremebelling with fear dreading this moment, but all the words she said were the truth, Why not die know? It'll just be the same later on. She thought to herself, the pale in her face had became even more pale and her hands started shaking but she still held her ground with pride.
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Silver looked at Zoraida, staring at her. "Why don't you just go set up camp, I'll be there after I finish the runt." Silver was looking down from the tree at the little girl. "Pathetic... Pathetic how I've come to this." She whispered. "I guess I already gave her a good enough injury to the shoulder, I could possibly let her go, she'd probably die in a few days or so." She was only saying this just to get out of killing the little girl.
