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Sep 29, 2014 03:22PM

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((^^It's still the first day. These days are REALLY long, and usually end up taking five or six real days, possibly even longer.))

(Then Jago woke up after 6 hours.)
"I agree. But I sure as heck don't want to go back into the cornucopia. What if we sneak into the general store? I bet there are some goodies left unguarded in their?" I say.
I not only want water, but I want weapons. If we are to compete we need weapons. We have to beat those stupid careers. And I am willing to protect my self and others.
((Oh! And the mutts won't go away. But there are less of them this time. One nest, not four. BWAHAHAHA YOURE WELCOME >:-) ))
((Theirs are tracker jackers... So a lot. The mutts in the store Lolita and then are by are the dogs, and there are three of them.))
((Okay, scratch that, I'm gonna delete my comment, sorry!!! :))
Jago stood up. Where was he? Why was there a body on the ground-?
It was his little sister. Dead.
No, it was Sage.
It was mom.
Then Dad.
Then himself.
Minny.
Adele.
Everyone. Was. Dead.
Jago was now surrounded by sparkling pool of rubies.No, not rubies, blood. He fell in. It was all the blood of his loved ones.
He saw the sky was crying. Tears. He was surrounded my trees and grass... and now by mutts. Capital people, robotic, all trying to eat him.
And they transformed into a hundred "Tella"s, a hundred clones of his sister, and died.
He closed his eyes, and stumbled to the ground.
Jago stood up. Where was he? Why was there a body on the ground-?
It was his little sister. Dead.
No, it was Sage.
It was mom.
Then Dad.
Then himself.
Minny.
Adele.
Everyone. Was. Dead.
Jago was now surrounded by sparkling pool of rubies.No, not rubies, blood. He fell in. It was all the blood of his loved ones.
He saw the sky was crying. Tears. He was surrounded my trees and grass... and now by mutts. Capital people, robotic, all trying to eat him.
And they transformed into a hundred "Tella"s, a hundred clones of his sister, and died.
He closed his eyes, and stumbled to the ground.

((IDK, I think ALL of us should have really bad stings, seeing that we were direct targets, and not like Katniss in the tree))
((O.o dear me, how are we gonna choose who dies!!!??????))


IDK, I think Sora might be right....
((I guess we have to think about it......))

((But I still think that it's not fair if we force one of them to die....))
((you can edit comments, ya know. ;))
(Not I, said the little red hen))
((Wait, sorry guys, but I just wanna out somethin' out there: I think that they should all be EXTREMELY injured, because they are pushing their luck to not have died: I agree that Adele is probably stronger than Minny, and they can be permanently injured... just out of curiosity, how will they be injured? Like, mentally or physically, or what? :))


Peeta in mockingjay and have terrible flask backs of the things they see when the TJs sting them.))
((But I still think that we should be in more physical pain than mental. In the HG, neither Peeta nor Katniss actually suffered mentally from the aftermath. (view spoiler) I think that all of them-- especially Adele and Minny-- should be physically harmed by the stings, so that they [all of them] are easily killed/weakened in a battle. It is just realistic. I mean, I know that the tracker jacker venom is very bad mentally, but in the HG, it was only for a few days, and after, they were fine MENTALLY.... IDK... ;)))

I wake up slowly, my memory struggling to come back to me. Where am I? I thrash around and then scream,"Dad?!?! Stop hurting me!" Realizing what I had done, I covered my mouth with my hand. Looking around at me, I see Jago, Adele, and Minny are still out. I search the blue, cozy home for anytime of healing. Healing was never my strong point and I find none. I brush over Adele's head with my hand, wishing she was awake so I could tell her my visions. She looks bad. Really bad. And so does Minny.

Calix leapt off his pedestal as soon as the gong sounded. He had already planned his strategy, even though the layout of the arena muddled it a bit, and now needed to get in fast and grab some supplies. But...where did he grab them from? He realized this when he was only a few metres away from his pedestal. All there was was a tall building. It had to be inside.
Calix entered after many other tributes, who paid him no attention. The first thing he noticed was stairs. The other tributes seemed to be scrambling up them, so he followed, staying close to the side of the wall, for the stairs were narrow and he knew that one slip would mean certain death.
He ran and ran and ran, winding up the narrow staircase. It seemed to take forever, and he was exhausted by the time he made it to the very top of the building, where a pile of supplies was gathered. He was hit by gale force winds, which almost knocked him over. He jogged against the wind towards the supplies, tears gathering in his eyes. He grabbed a sword and a backpack, eager to get out of the wind as soon as possible.
Swinging the backpack over his shoulders, Calix darted back down the stairs. Then suddenly his foot slipped and he almost toppled over the edge. But someone had grabbed him and rightened him. Calix looked around for the mystery helper, but they had disappeared in the small crowd of tributes retreating back down.
Calix ran back down the stairs, which again took him ages. Nearing the end, he was worn out and needed a long rest, but he knew he couldn't stop. After a while, he ran out into the sunlight, and he wondered why someone would help him, when they could have easily pushed him off. One more dead tribute, one less to deal with.
He ignored the thought, grateful that whoever it was had saved him, and checked himself for injuries. His outfit-black, water-proof pants, a black t-shirt, a black, water-proof jacket, a cap and water-proof boots-seemed to have no tears and no wounds underneath. He sighed with relief and ran on. He needed to find shelter, and fast, all though that might not be so much of a problem in a city-the Capitol, especially.

Well, Linadel thought, it sounded like somebody was in trouble. Normally she would shrug and go on, but the pitiful please had gott..."
((What's going on? I'm so far behind, you all post such a lot, I have no idea.. So I'mma reply to Sora's post (you are Sora, right?) Chloe, I'm a bit confused by this Arena..))
Ash grinned, thankful for the help Linadel had given him. His breaths came short and snappy, but every moment they stood talking, another tribute snatched a weapon. "Yeah," Ash said simply, starting up the stairs again. If Linadel hadn't slipped or mis-trodden on a step, then maybe they were okay? "We should probably go up on at a time, like, one person on one step? Stay a few steps behind me, though, in case the Gamemakers have only made the steps not so strong." Ash didn't know what he was saying, because that obviously wasn't their strategy; it simply seemed to easy to work out.
He shrugged and carried on up the stairs, not looking back to see if Linadel was following. He started talking to her, but whether she would be able to hear him over the wind was different. "So what District are you from? I don't remember really talking to you? God, these steps are getting narrow.." Ash stopped, noticing that he couldn't even put two feet on one of the steps. He sighed but kept going, the wind blowing through his hair.
((The Cornucopia is on top of a giant skyscraper and extremely hard to get to with a lot of wind at the top. The only ways up are to climb the narrow set of stairs that wind around the building, or to climb the side of the building itself. Instead of going to, you can go to the shops on the streets, but each one has something deadly in it that protects the items. Each store has different protectors, and different types of items. The "people" walking around the arena are robotic and will kill you if you try to hurt them. Does that make more sense?))

((Yeah there can be empty buildings. There's nothing wrong with what you guys did, hiding in the blue building or whatever.))
message 139:
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chloe ; a ghost, i can't stand unpunctual alien attacks.
(last edited Sep 30, 2014 09:29AM)
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What with tributes struggling to climb to the Cornucopia, suffering from a general store trap, and trying to figure out how to get into a store, the Gamemakers decided to be mean. The temperature rose, and rose and rose, until it was approximately 110 degrees Farenheit. Extremely hot, not good to be outside right? Well guess what's inside almost every building, excepting the few that are empty, for those have nothing to protect? Traps.
IF THERE IS ANY CONFUSION ON THE ARENA JUST PM ME/ASK ME IN THE QUESTIONS...
I meant for this to be a really cool arena but I guess I didn't do a good job of explaining it or something :/
IF THERE IS ANY CONFUSION ON THE ARENA JUST PM ME/ASK ME IN THE QUESTIONS...
I meant for this to be a really cool arena but I guess I didn't do a good job of explaining it or something :/


Riva suddenly became aware of the heat. Horrible heat. Surrounding her, clinging to her body, in the air she breathed, warming her body. Immediately, Riva began to sweat, and she felt as though she were being boiled slowly.
Minerva was screaming, to the hallucinations she must be seeing. Not knowing how to help, Riva went over, tentatively touching the small girl's arm, but it only seemed to make it worse. Probably not a good idea to pull out the stingers then. What would happen? When the hallucinations stopped, didn't they go into a sort of coma? Riva couldn't remember.
So what would she do now? She couldn't leave the injured group even if she wanted to. Something in Riva made it impossible for her to ignore suffering. What could she do with them? She didn't want to leave everyone alone, hallucinating. But that may well be the only cause of action. What with the unbearable temperature, the thing everyone would need desperately was water. And food, too, after a time. Riva was the only one who could get them. And she had a good idea of where they might be- Those mutts had to be there for a reason.
Her mind made up, Riva awkwardly said, "I'm going looking for water," leaving that other girl caring for Minerva. Preparing herself, Riva opened the door and stepped outside. The heat felt twice as bad as it had inside. Trying to ignore this, Riva walked back in the direction of the store. There was no sign of the tracker-jackers, which seemed to have vanished, and when Riva arrived at the store, all that remained was an empty nest in the corner. Still, she was tentative as she entered the building.
There were sleeping bags, torches, matches, ropes, blankets... basically survival equipment. No water. This was just what she had seen some of the others carrying, which she had assumed had come from the Cornucopia.
((Before she takes anything, is that realistic? Water purifying kits would be in a drugstore, wouldn't they?))

As Riva leaves to get supplies, I wish I could go with. I need to feel like I belong, like I am needed. And also, I am so yuck taking care of tracker jacker stings, which is definitely not my strength.

Aware that she was in plain sight, Riva quickened her pace as she entered the blue house. Any number of people could know where they were, and the house was an easy target, but there was nothing they could do about that. Riva placed her load on the ground. The tarpaulin sheet turned out to be big enough to cover a small tribute, and looked waterproof. She spread in out, wondering what to do with it. Probably for shelter building, but there was plenty shelter already. It would make a decent raincoat... Rain. If only. She shrugged. You never know.


Riva was surprised at Minerva's sudden regaining of sense. "Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea." Riva took the short coil and began tying it around the handle, trying to make a sort of lock.