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Fandom The 73th Hunger Games

Paris sat back down. She would sense danger when there was, but this doesn't seem much like a threat. If we was going to hide, at least stay behind the tree. If he was going to attack, she would fight. Paris was hungry, but crackers and apples wouldn't fill her appetite. A parachute fell down in her hands with fresh grilled meat. "Perfect," she said to herself. Paris opened it up. She read the note from her mentor, "Keep up with the couple act, we're losing sponsors." She slipped the note into her pocket hoping that Harvest wouldn't see. "I got fresh meat, want some?"
 
Lana glared at the tribute in the tree before turning back to Paris to see that she had a parachute in her hands. "Getting a lot of sponsors?" Lana asked obviously knowing it was because of Paris's fake couple act.
 
Paris winked, "yup, here, take some," Paris didn't mind sharing, there was a lot of meat. She started munching on some beef. Paris found a thermos in her backpack. She put some snow in it and put it over the fire waiting for it to melt. She would drink that water later.
 
(he was hiding, he shouldn't of been spotted so easily in the first place)


James realized that he would have to run, but he knew that if he just ran straight he would probably get a knife in the back of his head. He continued walking back slowly before he quickly dashed off to the side (he's pretty fast) and went crashing through the forest at top speed, trying his best to zig zag.
 
Paris shrugged and continued eating her meal. "They can't put no food in this forest," Paris observed every game and each game had some type of meat, but sometimes it was hard to get, "they can't just starve us and leave us to leaves and moss. I say we go search tomorrow," Paris said.
 
James ran for a good five minutes, he was surprised that no knives were thrown at him or arrows shot. He slowed to a walk trying to ctach his breath. His stomach rumbled, he had to find food and fast. He sheathed his samurai sword again as he trudged deeper into the forest.
 

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