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Sparkle Tourmaline

As I stood there trapped by the force field, I wondered what compelled my parents to send me here. We had enough money, enough wealth, why do we need this? I didn't care about anyone else's plans here; I was gonna win. The force field lifted and I was off, Sprinting to the cornicopia, I looked around. I wasn't the only one going strait down the middle, other Careers were too. I wasn't with them though. I'd seen too many Careers get backstabed by eachother to be fooled into thinking they're the best way out. Instead, I was only with Austin, who I could see a few feet ahead of me. The other careers raced past me to the cornicopia, but I was smarter. I stopped in level four and picked up a backpack, and nearly got my head chopped off for that. I swung my backpack on and shrugged it up to protect my head. I picked up a sword just in time to defend myself from another attack. I saw Austin out of the corner of my eye, leaving as he was done gathering objects.

"ARRG!" I heard behind me. I swung my sword around to see a body being sliced in half. I'd practiced this, but a bag full of sand can't compare to seeing the shocked look on the kids eyes, and the blood. I ran away from my first kill, and towards Austin.

He smiled crookedly. " Nice." I grimaced at him.

" C'mon, lets go somewhere else."

Level 4 backpack containing sweatshirt, poison,. . . Level five sword taken. Is with Austin Andre. District 12 boy dead

Maple Bradbury

It wasn't that I wasn't scared, I was, I just had other things to worry about. I thought of this like any other day at home; I could die any moment. I focused on the field instead. It was . . . bright. There was colors I rarely saw. Gleaming white, pink, purple. I'd seen my districts bad imitations of these. The closest I'd seen to the white was teeth, the pink and purple flowers. Speaking of flowers, they were everywhere. All over the field in front of me, in the overgrown trees, everywhere. I could see that I wouldn't have trouble finding something to eat here. What with that issue resolved, I focused on the other things I would need here. Shelter, weapons, and water. I could make a shelter, but I'd probably need to get a weapon here, and something to carry water. [

i]Here it goes,[/i] I though as the force field lowered down. I immediately turned around and ran back a few feet, as everyone ran forward. Now, I didn't have to worry about being the fastest or best fighter. I waited a few seconds and ran forward into the fight. Like I had known, there was still a good ammount of objects on the ground, maybe not the best, but there were some. I grabbed a water bottle and ran forward a little farther to find some Iodine tablets and a pocket knife waiting for me. I grabbed them and quickly got out of there, safe for a moment.

I started running in a random direction, knowing that my partner, James Haltinger, wouldn't be far behind. In training we'd decided that I'd run in a random direction with whatever small thing I got while he got some bigger items and followed a trail I'd make for him. Since there were flowers everywhere, I decided to use those. I picked a bunch and slowly laid them in such a way that James would notice, but other people might over look it. I started running while dropping flowers behind me in a trail for him. Slowly, fatigue sunk into me, and I had to slow down, and finally stop. I appeared to be in a field with strangly colored grass. There were murky ponds everywhere, and trees close by. It had a feel to it that the field was once trim and proper, always being cut. Well, it wasn't now; now it was my home.
Level 1 water bottle taken, level two iodine tablets taken, in Mangolia Golf Course.

Austin André

Death. It can rest on a single blade, a single action. One decision, one movement, and death could welcome you. I'm not scared of death. No matter how painful - or peaceful - it will be for me, it doesn't strike the dagger of fear into my heart. Death is death. There are no details, beautiful or ghastly, to it. It is as simple as life. One day you are not here, and the next you are. Then one day you are here, and the next you are not. Simple.

I stand in some fancy forcefield, waiting for something to happen. I can hear some young children crying, but I can drown their voices out if I try. The air is crisp, nipping at my fingers and toes. I gaze up to the sky to see that twilight will be soon upon us. I always have loved the dark. The countdown starts. I can feel my lips curling, forming a smirk. This will be fun. 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... Very fun.

The forcefield disappeares. Vanishes. Everyone's running. Quite frankly, I know sod all about weapons and such. It's not as though I know anyone who could have prepared me for this, but what I can do is run. Run damn fast. That is exactly what I do. I sprint, dodging people who are falling, crying, swearing, yelling. I sprint past them. The air is warm, grpping onto my bare skin. I think I can smell blood now. I clench my fists, gliding onwards. I can do this.

I aimlessley grab some weapons, not often looking down to see what they are. As long as they're sharp, pointy, hard or eavy, they're good enough for me. Someone falls beside me: a girl. Her neck is sliced open, her eyes shot open wide like those of a Russian doll. Lovely. I leap over her, not slowing down for a second. I need to survive this; I don't think I'll look good with my head decapitated.

"C'mon, Austin," I mumble to myself, grtting my teeth. "Don't be such a girl. Step on it."

I'm not sure where I'm running, but I'm grabbing a load of crap along the way. The wind is roaring in my ears, blowing wildly into my face. A noise makes me jump, almost forcing my heart out of my sweaty chest. I freeze. It's a shriek. I spin my body around, my eyes falling upon a little girl no older than eight, lying on the ground, blood seeping out of her body. She stares at me. Simply stares. There's a tear in her eyes. Ignoring her, I pick up my pace again and begin sprinting, the weapons I've picked up grasped tightly in my cold hands.

Crap. Sparkle. I forgot about her. Making sure that my fast pace is kept, I snap my head around. She's there. I sigh. It's alright, she's there. I push myself even harder, my breath shortening. Another shriek. This time, I don't turn around. Instead, my feet continue to whack against the hard ground. Then there's another. This time, I do turn around. Sparkle's sliced someone in half. She's tougher than she looks.

"Nice," I said as she reaches me.

"C'mon, let's go somewhere else," she replies, her face white.

As usual, her hair is done to perfection, despite the fact that she's slicing people in half and violently leaping over bodies on the ground. Her dark skin looks unusually white, almost illuminous, in the progressing moonlight as tiny drops of sweat run down her forehead like individual rivers. It doesn't destroy her clear skin or her small features though; they almost enhance them, in fact. I wink at her as we continue running.

I slow down a little, making sure that she can keep up with me. The sky is darkening now, becoming graced by heavy clouds and humid air. Both Sparkle and I continue forcing our legs to run, dodging attacks every few seconds or so. God, some of these guys need to calm down. Have some bloody fun!

My legs aching and my heart almost pulsating out of my chest, I notice a building in the corner of my tired eye. I can't quite see what it is, but it looks unoccupied. I glance down at my hands. I've got a decent amount of weapons, and by the looks of it, so does Sparkle. We better stop here. I look at her, avoiding someone on the ground.

"Wanna go there?" I ask, slowing down even more and nodding at the building.

She simply nods, her breath short. Now that I'm not sprinting so quickly, I notice how deserted this place looks. Whatever happened to Mickey Mouse, eh? The buildings have mould crawling up them and the bright grass that previously surrounded the park is now so dead, it looks grey. There are cracks in the concrete below me, the odd plant trying to sprout from them. Dang, this place is creepy.


Austin has a Level 1 pocket knife, Level 3 first aid kit, Level 3 hammer. Is with Sparkle Tourmaline - he's unsure of where he is exactly, at the moment.

Specs

There was a 20% chance that he'd die if he went into level two straight on. as the levels increased, so did the persentage by another 20%. all the tributes would head straight for the conicopia. Spec's eyes flitted to the long way around. More valuable items were there, and less would go there. he had a 50% chance of getting to a higher level if he went around that way, and a 10% chance of getting all the way to level five, %% of getting anything from level six.

The forcefield went up and he stood a moment, letting the other tributes go ahead of him, and he calmly made his way behind them, around them. He got to the place where items started to be littered across the ground, and scooped up a spool of barbed wire and a sound recorder. By now people were starting to attack one another, and he knew he had about a minute left. He grabbed a small bag, pushing his winnings within it and seeing a spool of wire and a pair of pliers within. Something rolled his way from the main cornicopia, and he grabbed up the flashlight and ran. Now he just needed to meet up with the girl...


Cosette

She never thought she'd be this scared. Her heart was pounding, and her charm bracelet jangled, betraying her shaking hands. She told herself to relax, but it didn’t work. If only she’d had a mentor, someone to tell her what to do…
The fields lifted, and she tripped over her feet, falling flat on the pavement. Great. She was sure everyone back in 10 was absolutely thrilled with her right now… She forced herself up, ignoring the stinging of raw skin on her face and palms as she grabbed the nearest things to her, a small pouch and an empty water jug. Something hit her on the side of the head, and little tablets flew everywhere. She recognized them from previous years, iodine. She grabbed the bottle and started trying to shove the little pills back in, to get as many as she could… when a searing pain exploded in her arm. She watched red blossom on the white, and in a feat of adrenaline, sprinted away with her goods. She couldn’t look at the knife, she couldn’t bear to see how far it was, how bad the damage was…

Specs has a spool of barbed wire and sound recorder from 4, backpack containing two level 3 items (copper wire and pliers) from 5, and a flashlight from level 6. Cosette has The empty water jug, bag of sunglasses&tweezers, and the pocket knife from level 1, and a half-full bottle of iodine tablets from 2. both are headed towards tower of terror

Lyndolin Trip

I was District 12 and that alone already made me a target. I was the easy kill. If one thing was for certain, I wasn't going to die within the first day. If I could make it through one day, I could conceivably make it the entire game as long as I was able to stay invisible and out of everyone's radar. I learned through listenening to other people that if a District 12 tribute could make it through the initial bloodbath, they are usually forgotten about. After that, because of being ill equipped, they have a tendency to die from exposure, but I was lucky enough to be in a park setting. How hard could it be to survive? If I got too exposed, I would duck into the nearest building. Easy.

As soon as the games started, I bolted to level 1 and grabbed a pocket knife and an empty water bottle (which I thought was full to be honest) and then ran in the opposite direction. At least I had a weapon. My strategy was simple, I would sneak up to other tributes as they lowered their guard and kill them one by one and loot their stuff for the things I needed. I would become the silent thief. A class that I was good at and most skilled at.

I ran to the river and followed it around the cornecobia while witnessing some horrific deaths and went to a large building that was labelled the 'Wilderness Lodge'. I looked around for a reference point for when I needed it and I saw an even bigger white castle off in the distance. I could use that as a fall back point if I needed it and a means to not get lost. This park was massive. All the better for me to hide in it. I was completely convinced at this point that I would be one of the only District 12 tributes to have won the games. I could do it!

She is in the Wilderness Lodge and has an empty water bottle and a small pocket knife from level 1.

~Red Ferning~

The wistle was off and I ran like I'd never run before. That's what you do I guess, when your about to die. I watch a pretty blond stab a boy and chuckle. What a great sorce of entertainment, eh Capitol. I concetrate back on the road, path, whatever and scoop down to pick up a water bottle. Gonna need that. Speeding ahead I watch as a young girl maybe twelve, grappling with a knife. Kill.I waltz over, silently and trip her, grabbing her knife as I fell. Pocket knife. Nice. She grabs the nearest thing to her-which happened to be some flint stones-and tossed it at my. It scrapes off my skin and barely even hurt. She scrambles to get up and I swoop down and stab her with a knife-her knife-and she crumples to the ground. Gathering up the flint stones quickly I look back to see her small bleeding frame. Like my old dog. Stupid. This is life and death. I sprint off again, not looking back.
Entering a sheltered area I look at a big dome above me. Sweet. Not enough woods 'round here, though. Suddenly I hear the echo of footprints nearby. A boy turns to face me, a look of silent shock spreading across his face. Yet would he be useful? Looking over him, i try and decide but my brain won't function. I raise my pocket knife wearily.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Eric Sparrow."

Has Water bottle (Lev. 3) , Flint (lev. 2) , and pocket knife (2) With Mazzi's Eric Sparrow. Near Test track, District 8 girl dead.

Charlie Carter

What was this kid doing. I didn't relax, but the fear I felt seconds before resided. In its place I felt determination. If I could just reach my pocket knife. He was far enough away that unless I let myself fall upside down again I had no chance of hitting him with the pipe. He drew a dagger and the fear was back. His movements were slow, uncertain. He must have realized, that we were at a sort of stale mate. If he came to cut my throat I would bash him in the head. If I tried to get away he would kill me. I watched him and we were both silent for a moment. I cleared my throat, unaccustomed to ask for anything.

"Truce?"

(I know this is short, but I want you to write your reaction.)

Claire Adamson

I pause under the shade of a decrepit building, palms clenching and stomach cramping. I can't do this--I'm just not strong enough. The steady panic that I've felt since my name was called hasn't let up yet, and I can't stop shaking.... No. Stop it.

I'm not dead yet. I haven't even seen the others, more than a few flashes of white uniforms and hidden movement. I should have gone forward when I had the chance. I'm pretty fast, could have outrun some of them, maybe. But no time for that now. Most of the others have already been to the Cornucopia, grabbed what they wanted, left. I glance to my left. The sun is hot here, but somehow distorted, and I think it's messing with my depth perception. But I know where the first pile is, and no one seems to be there. I walk forward, taking my time. My sneakers slip slightly on the mildewy surface of the concrete. They sure picked a good place this year.

Still no movement. Without hesitating I dart forward. There isn't much left. My eyes search for something, anything, useful. Empty waterbottle--no good. I pick it up anyway, 'cus I know from watching that water gets to be the most important thing as the games go on, even if there's nothing in it. No weapons though, and nothing else helpful. Ah. I pick up a pocket knife--it's tiny, one blade only. I flip it open, look at it. No sense leaving it. I've been here too long already.

Stealing another glance around me--still, no movement. Where is everybody? I break into a jog again, ignoring the stitch in my side. I'm already thirsty. These flimsy shirts do almost nothing to protect from the sun. Im at the second one now. A tiny flicker of motion catches my eye at first, and I freeze, staring, but it doesn't repeat and the pile is so close.... Making my decision I move forward, grab the first thing that comes to my hand, and pick it up--it's a small bag with a white tablet in it. I stare at it, frowning against the bright light. Then something, a sound perhaps, comes from behind me and I whip around...




Level 1:Pocket knife - just the knife Water bottle - 20 oz. - empty - Level 2 Iodine tablets . I'm by the Level 2 Cornucopia.

(Also, anyone want to injure me? I think it would be more challenging/fun if I had a knife wound or something)

Skye

"Don't move, and I won't kill you." I said to the girl, my knife raised to her throat. "Who are you?"

"Claire. Claire Adamson." She said hurriedly.

"Drop your stuff. Everything, girlie, else your toast." I commanded, trying to sound brave and strong. She dropped a pocket knife, some tablet thing, and a water bottle. I felt around her pockets with one hand. She had nothing else. I lowered my knife. "I'm Skye." I said, as if we were on the playground instead.

"Um... hello, I guess." She said.

Victor Marks

I wasn't sure if I heard what I thought I heard. It sounded like the girl was asking for a truce. That couldn't be right, she was not in the dominant position, but we were at a kind of stalemate. Or maybe she was buying more time, if that were the case, it worked as I completely stopped moving. But that couldn't be right either as she didn't even take the chance to finish cutting herself loose.

"Truce?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said.

"How can I trust you?"

"Just let me down and you will see. If I try to run, there is nothing stopping you from killing me. Just let me down and we will talk"

This girl was overestimating me. All I was good at was running and setting traps, but if she thought that I could kill her at any moment, I could use that as a bargaining chip.

"Sure." I said, "I'll let you talk" I went over to where the rope was attached to the tree, "This is going to be sudden, so be ready."

"Yeah."

I cut the rope and she fell on her butt. I made no move to help her. She was still dangerous.

"Talk." I said.

"Nobody can win these games on their own." She said while struggling to her feet, "I propose that we help each other to the end and then we will have a better chance of winning. Better than what we have now."

"So, you want us to not kill each other, but help each other?"

"Until we feel that we have made it far enough. Then we can battle it out in any way you want." She stepped forward. I let her. She then held out her hand, "So, we have a deal?"

I stared at her for a moment. What she said was right. Nobody in our position can make it far on their own, so I felt that I could at least trust her up until near the end of the games, but there was still no stopping her from killing me in my sleep. I guess that was the chance I was going to have to take. I mean, there is no stopping anybody from killing me in my sleep, so if she is trustworthy, then at least I'll have another pair of eyes.

"Deal." I said taking her hand, "It's getting dark, we should find a place to rest." She nodded.

"So, what's your name?" She asked.

"Victor, you?"

"Charlie."

Sparkle Tourmaline

I had to admit, I was proud of Austin. He was able to escape the fight without a scrape, and with two weapons. What I wasn't proud of was his tendancy to crack irritating jokes. As we walked around trying to find someone to kill, he kept cracking irritating jokes. At first I though he was nervous, but now it's just irritating.

" What do you get when you cross a tribute from district twelve with a pig? A fat loser." He said. This was the third time he had said ths joke, but he seemed not to remember. I rubbed my temples to keep the headache he'd been causing to come back.

" How many careers does it take to ch-" my frustration finally broke our, and I swung around holding my knife to his throat.

" How many more days will you last in the Games if you keep flapping your loud mouth? Zero, and I'll make sure of that."

I regretted this soon after; If I wanted to survive in the games, I'd need to watch my temper.

Charlie Carter

I had made a team, it had pretty much killed me to do it, but I had lowered myself in order to survive. After he shook my hand I bent down to finish untangling myself from the rope. But, I kept glancing back at him just waiting for him to leap on me. I stood back up,

"but if we have a truce, then I will ask for my weapon back." He handed it over without question.

"So, you know what I have, I'm sure you have more than what is in your hands."

"Nope, a water bottle, the rope, and the dagger."

"Well, your pretty pathetic."

"You don't have anything better." I scowled knowing that he could be hiding something better than a silly pocket knife. I held up the rope and gave it to him.

"We better kill someone with lots of supplies." I turned around looking at the building again. "See a way we can get in?" I barley finished my sentence without gasping for air. Now that my adrenaline was gone I realized that the spear must have done more damage than I thought. Victor of course had to state the obvious that I had blood I my back.

"You think I am stupid?" I asked. Then I promptly pulled my pocket knife without thinking and started to cut my shirt shorter.

"And a pocket knife." he chuckled.
"Yeah and a pocket knife. Know look for a way in or something." I positioned it where I thought my cut was as he turned away scanning the building.

"We can try that door, and if it doesn't open" he turned back to see me struggling to make it tight enough and get in the right position all at once. "It would be better if you tied it in the back." I scowled how did he know that?

"I know, my mom's a nurse, but as you can see I can't tie it in the back."

"Here, wait one sec." He tied the rope round the water jug in a manner so he could sling it over his shoulder then stuffed his dagger in his back pocket. I watched,

"I don't need any help."

"Whatever, you just said that no one can survive the games alone. You just think you shouldn't need help."

"I shouldn't and I don't." He ignored my protests and turned me around so he could work. In a manner of minutes we were smashing through the blue door. It took both of our weight to get the warped door open, but it wasn't on. Just as we stepped in something whizzed toward my head. I blocked it with my pipe just before it slammed into my neck. Before I had time to react a food was headed for my stomach and it knocked into me with enough force to slam me into the wall. I didn't have to time to think and every action was simply out of fear. I saw Victor stab the dagger into the dude's mid calf. I gulped for a few seconds trying to recover, but I stood up remembering all those wrestling matches me and my little brother had. He was much smaller weaker, but he still managed to distract me. I jumped up slamming into the dude from behind as he swiped a kick at Victor I grabbed his rock hard shoulders hoisted myself up and kneed him as hard as I could in the back. It made him double over backward. I struggled to open my pocket knife, but Victor was already there stabbing his neck with the dagger. I piercing pain went through my wrist. Stupid me leaving my hand on his neck. The guy was still for a minute. He struggled to stay standing, but then he fell to his knees coughing up blood.

Victor just stood there slightly dumbfounded. "Come - on help me turn him over." My actions were still a robots. As soon as I saw his face I realized he was the dude from district one. The perfect image of a jock. I checked his body, but the only weapon I found was his sword and a package of beef jerky. Victor stood back and watched nervously, "We have to go." His voice was urgent.

"Just hold on."

"He is a career, his friends will be back, and they won't be happy." I didn't have time to reply, because just then a girl and a boy burst in each holding a backpack. Victor was already running down the hallway by the time I started to turn. But, the careers were shocked.

District one guy dead.

Claire Adamson

My breath comes a little faster as I stand, perfectly still, watching the girl in front of me. Her eyes are nervous, and she's not holding the knife quite right. My eyes flick over her muscled shoulders--she's strong, and used to working. I won't be able to take her if it comes to hand-to-hand combat. But the knife... if I can get it away from her somehow, use one of the grabs the Careers taught me, I might be able to get away. Kill her, even.

But now I have to keep her talking. She's a tree person, I can tell. And just above the neck of her t-shirt a small silver pendant catches the light. I take a tiny step backward.

"Drop the stuff. Everything, or you're toast, girlie."

Girlie? I think. I didn't think the dumb lumberjock jokes were true. I smile endearingly.

"Truce?"

"Why?" She looks suspicious. And what, really, do I have to offer? I came into the cames totally unprepared--no allies, no ideas, no sponsors.

No sponsors. This is a quarter quell. No sponsors means PR isn't necessary--I don't have to impress anyone. Or avoid making people hate me. I will kill her. Not now, but soon. When she's off guard.

"Well?"

"I... I'm from a Career district. I can use a knife. And I know medicine. How to kill people. How to treat them."

"Hmm." she says, not lowering her hand. After I lost my stuff she did drop it a bit, but she's not showing any sign of backing off. I notice for the first time how intelligent her eyes seem... if I can just convince her to drop the weapon, I know she can help me.

I think it is time to stir some things up a little. A fire will sweep across the arena just as the sun fully sets. Too bad water just seems to feed it more. Unless you get somewhere high and fast, you will most likely be fried. Have fun,

A. S.

Specs Wyre

The cornucopia bloodbath was finished, and that meant his estimated lifespan was expanded by three days at the least. He had his supplies, and just needed a food source and an alliance. The three days would be a certainty if he didn't have one, seeing as he had little protection or physical strength. To find a group of two would be best, seeing as by now the lone tributes would be apt to want to stay that way, and larger groups would already feel full-up.

But what he really needed at the moment was a weapon.

He ducked into a crevice between two old souvenir shops, laying out his collection. He flicked the switch on the flashlight, and thankfully it switched on. it would have been a cruel trick from the gamemakers to give him a flashlight with no batteries. He switched it off again, and used the pliers to take out the bulb. he used it as a model for the copper wire, making a screw from them that would fit in the socket, then he took a bit of his barbed wire, making an open circle to attach to the copper. he screwed that into the flashlight and switched it back on. a jagged line of electricity sparked from one side of the barbed wire to the other, and he smiled slightly in the sparking blue light. Tazer. Rough, and not much range, but his size meant tributes were 87.3% more likely to attack him at close range.

New weapon in hand, he stepped back out into the street. his throat was dry, and he needed sustenance. His eyes were drawn to a tall building, one with 'Hollywood Hotel" in decrepit letters on it. surely a group of tributes was there. and surely they'd find use in his abilities...

Specs hike d the pack onto his bony shoulder and set off.