The 45th Hunger Games

[QUOTE="BLADE MdM]She smiled at him before they had started walking. It was a smile that would light up a room, her eyes beaming up at him with a quiet intensity. A beautiful smile, really. It made him feel light and fluttery, as if each glance she cast his way made him forget about the expectations people had for him because of his father's past performance. He truly wished she'd stop smiling at him. He'd eventually have to kill her if he planned to win this game. Didn't see realize that? Eric vowed to steel himself, and not show his true emotions to this alluring girl, whether she was an ally or not.
Eric quickly decided the forest sucked. It was damp, and boggy in certain places, and the overall terrain was very difficult to travel through with the backpack. As darkness fully engulfed them, the two realized that continuing to move forward without really seeing where they were going was incredibly pointless, so they found a suitable spot for one of the tents they had brought with them and camped for the night, agreeing to look for freshwater in the morning.

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Serenity walked alongside Eric, also unhappy with the forest surroundings. She grew up in the electronics district, which was somewhat more advanced than the rest. They didn't have any woodland areas around for miles, and Serenity always stayed in town nearby her family. Her father was crushed whenever she got reaped, but thankfully she had a fair set of skills and a well done strategic mind. As the full moon rose into the sky, it cast a small light through the forest. The soft rays peeking through the leaves and branches illuminated Serenity mysteriously - she could have passed for an alien or some other unworldly creature. Her eyes, which were shimmering elegantly in the moonlight, flickered about for the sights of any other tributes. She awaited the cannons signaling how many had died, giving them an assumption of how many were left. But that wouldn't happen until later on tonight, most likely. It always takes a little bit to calculate the deaths from the gruesome bloodbath.


She agreed with Eric's suggestion that they camp for now and look for some water tomorrow. After all, they couldn't really get much done if they didn't rest. And, besides - they had enough food and juicy fruits to make up for the water content they would need later on in. She looked around, her highly extensive white hair swaying around her gracefully as she did so. "Yeah, this seems like a well enough camping spot," she decided, agreeing with the ground Eric had stopped at. She helped him in setting up the tent, and remembered some of the games she had seen in the past. "We should take turns resting - one person stays up while the other sleeps," she began, "That way we don't get ambushed," she turned towards him for approval. "If you're tired after carrying most of the stuff, I can take the first watch for us," she offered, showing him a small smile as she turned to look up to the sky. She was glad that, although this was an arena, that the sky seemed so real. In the electronics district, due to all the buildings and bright lights, she could never really see the stars before. Now she could - and it was beautiful. She hoped the game makers would make it rain, but if they did, at least she and Eric had decent shelter to sustain themselves. 
Elliot watched as Taylor followed Orion's suggestion, and he smiled whenever she observed that there weren't any tributes around or fires. In all honesty, though Orion was up and ready to kill, Elliot still couldn't see himself doing it. Sure, if it really came down to the count, he'd release the arrow to save himself. But, as for hunting, he can only comfortably do so with animals... Not humans. He looked away from the two for a moment, feeling like a weakling for a split second, but quickly regained his composure as he took the lead in setting up the tent. "Yeah, the instructions come in handy," he said, letting out a concise chuckle as he put the tent together for them. "Alright, Taylor. You can rest up first," he smiled at her charmingly. "I think I'll stay up for a little while with Orion and keep watch," he stated, his blonde hair and amethyst eyes shimmering in the moonlight. Though he was fairly tall - six feet even - and had a decent amount of muscle mass, he did have a fairly delicate face. Well, you'd believe so unless you've witnessed how cold he can become - his normally gentle and soothing eyes can go fierce and cold when provoked. He let out a sigh, allowing his broad back to lean up against a tree as he looked over at the burnt wood from where Orion put out the fire. "Wise decision," he smirked at him, allowing himself to crack a joke or two. For now, since it was barely the first day and he managed to make it out of the bloodbath alive - he allowed himself some relaxation. He was sure that the other tributes were going to do the same thing.
 
Taylor smiled up to Elliot. "Kay, thanks." she yawned, rubbing her eyes. She then crawled into the tent and curled up, trying to keep warm. She was happy that she had Orion and Elliot there with her. She had lucked out on this first day finding too allies and that they both had supplies and the forest seemed to have plenty of edible things, along with a few bad plants. She'd show them the bad ones in the morning to make sure that nothing goes wrong in the future. "Night guys..." she sighed from inside of the tent as she finally rested after an eventful day, drifting off a few moments after she listened for any strange noises and heard none.
 
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Taylor smiled up to Elliot. "Kay, thanks." she yawned, rubbing her eyes. She then crawled into the tent and curled up, trying to keep warm. She was happy that she had Orion and Elliot there with her. She had lucked out on this first day finding too allies and that they both had supplies and the forest seemed to have plenty of edible things, along with a few bad plants. She'd show them the bad ones in the morning to make sure that nothing goes wrong in the future. "Night guys..." she sighed from inside of the tent as she finally rested after an eventful day, drifting off a few moments after she listened for any strange noises and heard none.
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Elliot showed Taylor a reassuring, soothing smile. "Don't worry about it," he said, turning his amethyst gaze towards her as she started towards the tent. "Goodnight, Taylor," he spoke, his voice almost like a lullaby as he watched her disappear into the tent. He then began using his heightened senses, listening closely for any suspicious sounds. So far there was none, not a crack of a twig, not a crackle of a fire, just the crickets and other insects buzzing about. He shut his amethyst eyes, going into one of his "deep-focus" modes. He was grateful for his advanced senses, especially now, for they came in handy in keeping everyone, including himself, safe. After a while of feeling content with their security, he opened his eyes and allowed himself to look up towards the night sky. It was quite the beautiful sight, and it reminded him of home. District Ten was the Livestock district, so it was mainly farmland and taking care of the animals. There weren't many lights or advanced buildings, so the night sky there was a lot like it was here. He smiled for a brief moment and turned his head back towards the ground, letting out a sigh.
 
The inside of the tent was freezing, and Eric had to mentally check himself to stop his teeth from clattering together. The blankets were spartan, and not particularly good at sustaining any true warmth... But then again, it was more comfort than a lot of the other tributes would have. A lot of the other tributes were dead.


These games weren't about comfort or luxury, they were about survival. Complaining about the cold was a dumb course of action, and something Eric would refrain from in the future. He was the biggest and the strongest tribute here, and he had to play the part of the indestructible juggernaut that couldn't be fazed by anything. That was his angle, and it was his hope that this attitude would reward him with sponsors, and the gifts they would provide.


He thought back to his time in the Capitol. He chuckled lightly at his interview with the new host, Caesar Flickerman. He had played it so brutally. He was the perfect warrior who could beat anybody, the son of a previous winner who would stop at nothing to achieve victory. The spectators ate it up. They screamed his name, cheering on the games obvious favorite.


"Eric! Eric! Eric!" , they had chanted as he had walked back to his chair.


He wondered what all those fans thought about his decision to team up with someone.


He gave up on sleep after an hour or so of restless twisting and turning. There was too much to speculate and think about. Not to mention the fact that some part of his brain that was wholly focused on staying alive kept telling him it was dumb to sleep with someone that could easily turn on him so close by. Eric got up, crouching low to avoid hitting his head on the top of the tent. He went to the tent's entrance and sat next to Serenity, without saying anything to her. He starred glumly at the dark woods surrounding them, almost wishing someone would come charging out at them. Eric's hand gripped the hammer's handle, reassuring himself. If someone attacked him they would die. And each dead tribute meant he was one step closer to the fame and glory that awaited the victor.
 
[QUOTE="BLADE MdM]The inside of the tent was freezing, and Eric had to mentally check himself to stop his teeth from clattering together. The blankets were spartan, and not particularly good at sustaining any true warmth... But then again, it was more comfort than a lot of the other tributes would have. A lot of the other tributes were dead.
These games weren't about comfort or luxury, they were about survival. Complaining about the cold was a dumb course of action, and something Eric would refrain from in the future. He was the biggest and the strongest tribute here, and he had to play the part of the indestructible juggernaut that couldn't be fazed by anything. That was his angle, and it was his hope that this attitude would reward him with sponsors, and the gifts they would provide.


He thought back to his time in the Capitol. He chuckled lightly at his interview with the new host, Caesar Flickerman. He had played it so brutally. He was the perfect warrior who could beat anybody, the son of a previous winner who would stop at nothing to achieve victory. The spectators ate it up. They screamed his name, cheering on the games obvious favorite.


"Eric! Eric! Eric!" , they had chanted as he had walked back to his chair.


He wondered what all those fans thought about his decision to team up with someone.


He gave up on sleep after an hour or so of restless twisting and turning. There was too much to speculate and think about. Not to mention the fact that some part of his brain that was wholly focused on staying alive kept telling him it was dumb to sleep with someone that could easily turn on him so close by. Eric got up, crouching low to avoid hitting his head on the top of the tent. He went to the tent's entrance and sat next to Serenity, without saying anything to her. He starred glumly at the dark woods surrounding them, almost wishing someone would come charging out at them. Eric's hand gripped the hammer's handle, reassuring himself. If someone attacked him they would die. And each dead tribute meant he was one step closer to the fame and glory that awaited the victor.

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Serenity had taken the first watch, being that Eric was probably worn out from carrying so much like she had assumed. She remained outside, still slightly uncomfortable with being in such an unfamiliar environment. Although, in a weird kind of way, it was very refreshing. Serenity has never known anything besides the tall buildings and bright lights, and she's always wanted to know what other parts of the world were like. Going from being surrounded with wondrous technology to being thrown into the wilderness was a bit shocking, but as she took it all in, it was strangely nice. She allowed herself to smile softly.


She was knocked out of her enlightening trance, however, when she saw Eric come out of the tent. She looked at him with curious eyes, wondering what was wrong. "Having trouble sleeping?" she assumed, her mysterious gaze scanning him for a moment or so before turning away. Her long white hair was spread around her, making it appear as though she was sitting on a white blanket of some sort. She had to admit, it got in the way sometimes, but she refused to cut it. It was the only tie she had to her mother - but that's something personal, and not something she'd speak about so openly.


She brought her colorless silken hair over one shoulder, separating it into three sections and beginning to loosely braid it out of the way. Even though it was braided, it's length still went about an inch past her belly button as it cascaded over her torso. She let out a sigh as she continued to look up at the stars. "You know, I'm glad you chose to team up with me," she began, showing him a soft smile as her pale eyes glistened in the moonlight. "Not only are you probably the strongest tribute, but you inspire me." She admitted, intertwining her fingers together on her lap as she looked down upon them.


After a few seconds, she looked at Eric from the corner of her eye, noticing how glum he looked. She caught a slight shiver from time to time, and if she wasn't paying attention, she wouldn't have noticed. She smirked briefly and looked through one of the packs - she remembered grabbing a wool blanket. It appeared quite warm, so she thought it would come in handy. She recalled looking for more, but there seemed to only be one. She was glad she brought it, because it proved to be useful as she ran her delicate fingers over the soft, thick fabric.


"Here," she offered it, her porcelain pink lips curving up into a soothing beam. "But you have to share," she teased him, scooting closer and wrapping it around the both of them.
 
"Insp.. Inspire you?", Eric stammered nervously as Serenity wrapped a wool blanket around the both of them. This was dumb, he thought, chastising himself. He was supposed to be calm and collected. Not stammering over his words like an idiot while talking to someone. Even if that someone was a beautiful girl, that was inching so close to him he could feel her body heat. Eric cleared his thought and started again.


"What do you mean, I 'inspire you'?" Truthfully, Eric was actually quite curious. He had never thought of himself as inspiring. Oh, he knew he was strong, and powerful, and he was certainly confident in his athletic abilities. It's just that he had always thought of himself as more of a lone wolf, rather than a born leader. He hadn't been unpopular in his district; tons of guys had wanted to hang out with him, and women pretty much threw themselves at him back at school. But Eric had always chalked that up to his father's prestige and money, rather than his own merit, and therefore he had often rejected everyone's advances.


And now here he was, in the Arena, and another person seemed interested in him. Was he truly inspiring as she said? Was she really just being kind by handing him a wool blanket? Probably not. This was gamesmanship and nothing more. She was lulling him into a false sense of security, and then, just when he finally trusted her, BAM. A dagger in between his eyes.


Two could play at this game, however. Eric turned to face her and his lips curled up into a questioning half smile, waiting for her reply. He wouldn't let himself be tricked into his death. He'd worked too hard to go out like that.
 
Serenity's words were sincere, although she got the feeling that Eric didn't believe so. She gazed at him for a moment, her pale eyes reflecting the array of dark colors around her, and then turned away from him once more, returning her stare towards the stars above them. "Yes, you inspire me," she assured him, although she didn't want to admit such a thing. In all honesty, it embarrassed her. Sure, she may have to physically look up to people because of her small size, but she's never looked up to someone mentally before. Eric just had this aura around him that made her want to do something - to be helpful and better, to survive.


As he questioned her meaning behind the statement, she looked back at him. Her lips curved up into a sweet smile as she let out a concise giggle. "Well, you do know what 'inspire' means, right?" she questioned jokingly in a slightly sarcastic tone, just teasing him a little bit as she shook her head and looked away again. "You inspire me by the empowering aura you have. You make me feel like I just may survive," she began, a hint of redness coming unto her cheeks. She was just glad it was dark, so he probably couldn't see it unless he really paid close attention. "You're probably well aware of your strength, and... Well, I am too. It inspires me to have more strength, myself, I guess, and to be a better person," she went on, beginning to trip over her words.


"Ah, it's hard to explain..." She trailed off, hooking some of her white hair that had gone astray from her loose braid out of the way and behind one of her ears. She pouted a little bit as she turned back to him. "Haven't you ever felt inspired before?" she asked, becoming curious as to what kind of person Eric truly was. Serenity got the feeling that he was more than some brute with muscles for brains, and she wanted to see what more there was to him.


But, at the same time, she felt like she should be keeping more distance. Serenity has always had trust issues, more now than ever being that she's going to have to fight for her life. She turned away from him then, beginning to go into contemplation. Don't be a fool, Serenity, she scolded herself, you have to be smarter than this. You know you are, so don't let this man catch you off guard. He may be bigger than you, but if it came down to it, you could still fight him off like you did in the Cornucopia. She let out a sigh, because as she thought such things... She realized just how much she didn't want to fight Eric. Not only because he was probably the strongest tribute, but because she was beginning to value his presence.


She slid her bottom lip underneath her teeth slowly, beginning to gently nibble on it. "I just think you're a great person," she concluded, looking away from him as her cheeks began to heat up. This wasn't like her - and she was beginning to strongly dislike all these emotions. She just let out a sigh and shook her head, bringing her knees up to her chest and burying her angelic face in them.
 
Eric smiled at Serenity's compliment. 'I think you're a great person.'. It had sounded sincere, and tinged with doubt, as if she was unsure as to whether she should have said anything or not. Eric could definitely relate to that. This whole situation could be summed up by that statement. What was dangerous to say, and what was necessary to say to keep the alliance strong?


The past was the past, Eric mused, silently. There'd be no harm in sharing it, surely.


"To answer your question... Of course I've been inspired. By my father, mostly. I mean, he won the Games before, and that is no small feat." Eric glanced up at the sky. It looked lighter than before. Could day already be on it's way? I would have been nice to have a clock of some sort, but no matter.


"He was the first tribute to ever score an 11, and he defeated his competition almost without breaking a sweat. He's the kind of person you model yourself after, y'know?" Eric leaned in close to Serenity's ear, worried about cameras or microphones picking up what he was about to say -- it'd make him appear weak in front of the sponsors. "I guess... I've always been stuck in his shadow. Even if I win I won't be doing anything he hasn't already done. I'll always be the second best Woodrow, no matter what."


Eric had said that to gain her trust; to make himself appear more vulnerable than he actually was. Or at least that's how he justified it. But as soon as the words escaped his lips he realized they were wholeheartedly, and completely the truth.
 
Selene found her source of water. She quickly made a small fire and boiled the water in the pot before filling her bottle. She had caught a small chicken that was running free and found herbs and boiled them into a dull stew. It was better than nothing. She took idle bites trying to finish it as quick as she could and polished off the last bits in case she wouldn't be eating for a while.


The redhead pulled her hair out of the braid and slipped into the small water hole, washing away all the dirt clinging to her body. She then climbed out and quickly braided her hair over her shoulder again. Sighing softly she packed everything up and slung the pack over her left shoulder ambled through the woodland, her mind a atwitter abyss of nervousness. Her optics flickered from one side to the next and she constantly had to glance over her shoulder.
 
Some time passed as Tracy stayed in the crate. She heard more and more Tributes head into the forest, until she didn't hear any. Tracy decided to stay in the crate for a while longer, but the smell was too strong. She would have to come out at some point until she ran out of oxygen, anyway. Eventually, Tracy stuck her head out and looked around. The ground was covered in crimson, but there were no bodies to be found. The hovercrafts probably took them already, Tracy recalled. An even stronger metallic scent invaded her senses, making her blanch. I have to leave. Now.


She heaved herself out of the crate and slung the backpack over her shoulders. As she looked for any remaining supplies, she gripped her spear so hard that her knuckles went white. In the distance, Tracy saw a flimsy looking duffel bag caught in a bush. She sprinted toward the bush, got the bag and ran back to the Cornucopia. Tracy started to stuff the food into the bag until it got full. Then, she headed into the forest. Hopefully, she wouldn't run into any other Tributes. But it was probably inevietable, since almost all of them were probably here.
 
[QUOTE="BLADE MdM]Eric smiled at Serenity's compliment. 'I think you're a great person.'. It had sounded sincere, and tinged with doubt, as if she was unsure as to whether she should have said anything or not. Eric could definitely relate to that. This whole situation could be summed up by that statement. What was dangerous to say, and what was necessary to say to keep the alliance strong?
The past was the past, Eric mused, silently. There'd be no harm in sharing it, surely.


"To answer your question... Of course I've been inspired. By my father, mostly. I mean, he won the Games before, and that is no small feat." Eric glanced up at the sky. It looked lighter than before. Could day already be on it's way? I would have been nice to have a clock of some sort, but no matter.


"He was the first tribute to ever score an 11, and he defeated his competition almost without breaking a sweat. He's the kind of person you model yourself after, y'know?" Eric leaned in close to Serenity's ear, worried about cameras or microphones picking up what he was about to say -- it'd make him appear weak in front of the sponsors. "I guess... I've always been stuck in his shadow. Even if I win I won't be doing anything he hasn't already done. I'll always be the second best Woodrow, no matter what."


Eric had said that to gain her trust; to make himself appear more vulnerable than he actually was. Or at least that's how he justified it. But as soon as the words escaped his lips he realized they were wholeheartedly, and completely the truth.

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Serenity still had her face buried in her knees as she listened to Eric's response - stating that the one who's inspired him before consists of his father. She was aware of who he was - many people talked about Mr. Woodrow, being that he won the hunger games with incomprehensible ease. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little envious. Serenity had wished to have some role model like that, someone strong and dazzling to guide her...


But, she never did.


After her mother's death giving birth to her... Serenity's father went into a deep depression and rarely ever spoke to her - that is, unless it was in furious drunken slurs, accusing her of everything that's gone wrong in his life. He didn't seem at all upset when she got reaped - in fact... He seemed relieved. She bit down on her lower lip as she thought about it, a little too hard and ended up causing a little cut to form. It wasn't all that big, but big enough to sting a little. She stopped her fierce nibbling after that, gently running over the cut with her tongue. She was just glad her face was still concealed, for she'd probably look like an anxious idiot.


Serenity was completely caught off guard when Eric suddenly leaned in towards her ear, whispering something into it. She could feel her cheeks heat up from him being so close, but she quickly tried to regain her composure and refused to show the jolt of nervousness running throughout her body. Although, her muscles clearly tensed up once he leaned it - she couldn't hide that.


After he finished for what seemed to be a sincere, hidden-in-heart statement, she slowly lifted her head. She had the corner of her lip with the small cut in it in her mouth, and was gently sucking on it to seal it. She had a very faint iron-like taste in her mouth as she responded to him, leaning in towards his own ear. She had to sit up ultra-straight in order to reach it, being that he was much larger than she was. To help prop herself up, she gently placed her small, delicate hand on his shoulder, supporting herself as she lifted. "Well, you're the first best Woodrow to me," she murmured to him in a reassuring, sweet tone. As she allowed herself to sink back down, removing her hand from his broad shoulder, she showed him a sweet smile - one you would think could only come from an angel.


Just then, her optics flickered around her surroundings. It really was beginning to get light out. How much time has passed already? Serenity wondered to herself. Her colorless eyes began to reflect the faint array of pinks and oranges lighting up the sky as the sun began to rise at the horizon. She quickly put her cloak over her head, tucking her long white hair into it, as well. "I really hate my albinism," she cursed under her breath, too low for anyone to hear - unless Eric was paying close attention to her words.
 
Her reply was sweet -- everything she did was sickeningly sweet, and it made Eric's heart flutter while at the same time making him want to throw up. For now, getting along was fine. Great, even. They'd thrive in the Games. But when they became enemies again, when they were the only two left, all of these little compliments would eat away at him, making it that much harder to kill her. Maybe, if he got lucky, someone else would kill her. Unfortunately, you really couldn't count on luck in the Games.


Eric wished he could turn off this cold, calculating side of him, but he just couldn't. It constantly threatened to overwhelm him, and suppress his other traits. Is this the attitude he would have to maintain in order to win? It seemed like a lot of hard work, and he was rapidly becoming less sure he could maintain it in the presence of Serenity.


''You're the best Woodrow to me.' Yeah. Maybe that's just because you can't tell what I'm really thinking", Eric thought to himself.


Serenity sat back down, and she glanced upward, toward the brightening sky. Her face darkened after that, and Eric heard her mumble something. He heard the word 'albinism'. Eric ran the word over in his mind, thinking back to his schooling. Albinism. Something to do with skin pigmentation. An aversion to sunlight. That would explain Serenity's hauntingly white tone and features, and it explained why she had been given a cloak, unlike everyone else.


"It must have been hard, going through life with it." Eric replied to her muttered comment. He had been the centre of attention in his district, and that was just because of his father. Serenity must likely had it way worse, with people gawking at how she looked. "But hey... you ever hear that old proverb? 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? Maybe it kind've applies to you."


"People look at you and think that your weak, or sickly. They underestimate you, and you get to make them regret it. Preferably with a dagger between the eyes."
 
Serenity looked towards Eric with glistening eyes, the words he said enrapturing her entire being. Her face, though shadowed, seemed to glow with ecstasy. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?" She echoed him, having never heard that quote before. Back at home, nobody even really knew Serenity even existed until the day she got reaped. Many felt sorry for her, being the Albino girl who got reaped - thinking she'd be the first to go. She felt a sense of sweet pride rise up within her as she thought back to the Cornucopia - she had survived, and even acquired a very strong ally. She proved them all wrong... And it felt really good.


Serenity smiled once more, a smile that a little girl would wear whenever someone patted her on the head and praised her. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right," she mumbled, letting out a concise giggle. She allowed herself to be comforted by Eric's presence, feeling happy that, though they were in these dreadful and cruel games... He had given her moments like this - moments of reassurance and happiness that she knew she'd never forget. If there came at time when she was faced with her fateful death, now... Serenity believed she wouldn't have any regrets.


"My throwing knives are pretty awesome, huh?" she allowed herself a small boast, laughing briefly for a moment as her pale, porcelain pink lips curved up into an angelic beam. "I practiced throwing blades a lot when I was back at home. I never left the house, due to my albinism and many other things, so it became something of a hobby. I suppose I took out all my anger and upsets on the targets I was throwing at. Whenever I'm in combat, I just picture someone or something I strongly dislike, and I throw a knife... Nearly every time, it hits right where I want it to," she stated, letting off a little shrug as she let out a sigh. "Although, honestly..." she trailed off, shaking her head. I don't like killing. She thought to herself, looking through the wild array of trees towards the lightening horizon.


But, she couldn't say that.


She just looked back at him, her non-pigmented eyes staring at him with an almost emotionless air passing through them. "I don't think being good at killing isn't anything to be proud of," she stated under her breath, letting out another sigh as she looked away. "But, I suppose in this world... Being good at killing is all we live for, isn't it?" She questioned, her beam growing somewhat saddened as she looked at the morning dew glistening in the upcoming light. She took in a deep breath, smelling the air and nature around her. "I guess I owe the games this much. This is the most free I've felt, although this arena is like a prison. Kind of ironic.. Isn't it?"
 
Sitting up high in a tree, perched with pristine balance was a colorful bird with an array of bright feathers. It stood out like a sore thumb. The bird elegently dipped it's head and then lifted it towards the sky, orange and yellow beak parting to allow a chorus of beatiful tweets compose a beautiful melody of spring and summer combined. The atonishingly foolish bird hadn't noticed the girl stalk carefully along the branch, her red hair pulled back into a ribbon so it wasn't tedious to deal with, nor getting in her way. The girl from District One crept silently along the branch, the blade of her hunting knife posed idly between her index finger and middle finger.


Selene exhaled softly, her eyes locked on the colorful bird as it ruffled his shiny feathers and neatly rearranged them to his preference. She drew back her hand and quickly flicked her wrist, allowing the blade to slip slyly out of her fingers and embed the tip into the bird's chest. She waited for the bird to fall before she sprung from the tree and landed on her feet rather cleanly. The girl kneeled down and removed the blade from the corpse before picking the bird up by it's feet and slipping into a small cave.


Fire danced wildly, enclosed by rocks and sticking stubbornly to the twigs, branches and brush Selene had set up. The cave she currently hid in was rather deep and the glow of the fire was unseen from the outside; which had been checked three times before. The girl slowly roasted the feather-less carcass over the searing flames that licked at the flesh. Sighing softly, she sat back and begun to absent-mindedly play with the foliage of rainbow she had compiled in front of her. She could always make use of this.
 
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No, I didn't disappear, it's just that I was waiting for our other partner to reply since my character is asleep. Sorry >.<
 
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No, I didn't disappear, it's just that I was waiting for our other partner to reply since my character is asleep. Sorry >.<
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Oh, thank the heavens xD Elliot felt all lonely :b Serenity's the only one getting any interaction x)
 
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Yeah, I can imagine xD I'm just not sure how to jump in with Taylor since Orion hasn't been interacting.
 
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Well, you could just say she woke up? We can just park Orion for a while, saying he fell asleep on watch or something, or perhaps he went to look for other tributes? Or maybe he's just being silent in the background while they interact or something :b He can jump in once he comes back.
 
(Sorry it's a bit short >.<)


Taylor yawned as she woke up. She crawled out of the tent and saw Elliot. "Hey..." she greeted him as she walked to go sit by him. "What should we do?" she asked, not sure of what the plans were. She was untangling her hair with her fingers as she looked out into the woods waiting for his response. It was a bit chilly and the air was damp with dew giving the forest an eerie fog.
 
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(Sorry it's a bit short >.<)
Taylor yawned as she woke up. She crawled out of the tent and saw Elliot. "Hey..." she greeted him as she walked to go sit by him. "What should we do?" she asked, not sure of what the plans were. She was untangling her hair with her fingers as she looked out into the woods waiting for his response. It was a bit chilly and the air was damp with dew giving the forest an eerie fog.
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(It's alright, dear. ^^ Sorry for the wait - I was eating dinner xD )


Elliot looked over towards the tent, flashing Taylor a warm, welcoming smile. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he teased her slightly, being that she slept soundlessly all through the night. He listened to her question and began wonder what they should do, as well. He looked through his survival pack, seeing that they didn't have much food. "How about we go search for food?" he suggested with his usual, charismatic grin. "We have plenty of water thanks to our little secluded pond here, as well as decent shelter. So now all we need is food." He stated, continuing on. "If I do say so myself, I'm a fair hunter. And you know all the delicious and deadly berries, so while you collect fruits and and anything else helpful you find, I could hunt nearby." He suggested, turning his enrapturing amethyst gaze to her, awaiting her response.
 
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea, but we can't wander too far away from each other. I'm sure the other tributes are up and walking around already." she agreed. "I saw quite a few edible plants on my way here yesterday so I think we're all good with berries and such as well, I just have to go gather them." she added as she gestured towards various bushes dotted with reds and blues. "Did any cannons go off last night?" she asked as she remembered about how they also broadcast the dead tributes at night in the sky.
 
xXRachaelXx said:
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea, but we can't wander too far away from each other. I'm sure the other tributes are up and walking around already." she agreed. "I saw quite a few edible plants on my way here yesterday so I think we're all good with berries and such as well, I just have to go gather them." she added as she gestured towards various bushes dotted with reds and blues. "Did any cannons go off last night?" she asked as she remembered about how they also broadcast the dead tributes at night in the sky.
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Elliot flashed her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I won't be far," he stated, and then listened as she continued to speak. He nodded over at her in agreement. "Alright, go ahead. I'll find some hunt nearby," he stated, seeping off a little ways into the brush with ghostly silence. He looked unto the slightly damp ground, moistened with dew. It made it easier to track down animals, for the prints they leave in moist ground are easier to track than they would be on drier ground. He noticed for what seemed to be a rabbit's print, and followed it quietly. Soon, he spotted the creature, nibbling on some blades of grass. He readied his bow and arrow, closing one eye as he aimed. After taking in a deep breath, he released the arrow - it piercing the being cleanly through the eye. He grinned with satisfaction as he retrieved his arrow, picking up the dead rabbit which would make a nice meal. He then began searching around for Taylor. "Looks like we're having some rabbit for lunch," he stated, hoping she was near enough to hear.
 
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