The Hunger Games discussion

it's shaped traditionally, however, there are a few...obstacles. For starters, the cornucopia is located at the top of a mountain, the only mountain in the arena besides the ones that surround it. Tributes start in a circle at the base of the mountain. It's actually not very tall, however daunting, and there are footpaths up to the top. It takes the average tribute around 5 minutes to reach the cornucopia, if they're resourceful enough. However, there's an easier way. Smarter tributes might see a boulder at the base of the mountain, which looks odd. That's because it is. You can move the boulder easily, and if you do, there's an entrance from the base of the mountain up to the top, through a cave in the mountain (the mountain is hollow). If you reach the cornucopia, you will find only a small assortment of items.

The Cornucopia Contains:

~ a row of daggers
~ bows and arrows
~ tridents
~ ONLY THREE SWORDS. don't ask.
~ matches
~ coils of rope
~ water bottles
~ small backpacks
~ very limited food packets

Prim had made it to the cornucopia, completely by passing the boulder. She shook her head. It was large enough to hide her, why had she been so stupid?! But other than falling and causing a few scratches along her arms, she was fine. Prim's face went hard with determination. She quickly grabbed two daggers. A small backpack. She shoved the daggers into the backpack. One food packet and a very small handful of matches. After her being scared out of her mind and shoving everything that she could grab as quickly as she could, she looked around at the incoming tributes, all making it to the cornucopia as she did. Prim sprinted away. Luckily for her, her small figure wasn't going to be spotted by most. A small smile crept on her face. She looked back at the cornucopia one more time before not looking back and running as fast as her thin legs could take her.

Hero ran inside, legs burning from the hard sprint up the mountain. She snatched a food pack and one of the swords, pausing for a moment before grabbing a dagger in case Markus hadn’t started running, and then sprinting off again.

((I gtg so can I just claim a dagger and a trident for Kitt? I'll post for him later so sorry guys!))

((Yeah I don’t think there’s a limit to the number of daggers and tridents just the swords it looks like))

((I can't stay, but I know that Alren is going to run to the cornucopia to get a dagger or two. I'll post his stuff later. Taffeta is also going to try to get a weapon of some kind that is not a sword))

Clark bolted in and grabbed a knife, then raced after Asora.

Naja arrived at the top of the Cornucopia, stuffing a water bottle into one of the backpacks and slinging it over her shoulders, then wrapped a length of rope around her waist securely. She palmed two daggers, eyes darting around for potential opponents.
The matches and food packets might be helpful, but she figured she could find some kind of fire source and food somewhere else. She was already burdened enough, and would move somewhat slower with what she was already carrying.

Breathing hard a bit from the effort of climbing the mountain, Kitt dashed towards the Cornucopia and fearlessly – or recklessly, depending on how you wanted to describe it – plunged into the very centre. He swiped a backpack up first from the edge for him to put supplies in, then picked up a water bottle and a small food pack, stuffing them in the bag. As he got closer to the centre, he snatched a dagger and a trident, holding one in each of his hands with the pack on his back. Then he darted out, not quite as quickly as he'd come in because of all the stuff he was carrying, but still rather quickly, and began searching for his ally.

Crofton emerged from the passage just as Kitt had begun to leave, swiping a backpack and a food pack. “Kitt!” He called after his ally, snatching a slim knife off the rack. “I’m right here!”

Kitt turned at the sound of his name and found his ally running towards him. "Perfect. Where to?" he asked, looking around the arena from the viewpoint on the mountain. "Forest? It'd provide us with good cover."

Vincent emerged from inside the mountain, grabbing two daggers in either hand and a water bottle, stuffing the bottle inside the pack and slinging it over his shoulder. He took a coil of rope and stuffed it inside his left boot - it was uncomfortable, but it would do. His piercing eyes focused on Crofton and Kitt as he sprinted over to them, seemingly calm and relaxed. "Forest," he nodded.

Alren made it to the cornucopia. He quickly grabbed a couple daggers before running toward the forest. He had to find Prim. He thought he saw her run that way. He hoped he could catch up with her fairly quickly.

Taffeta stayed at the top of the mountain, waiting for some of the tributes to clear before she went to get supplies. Once she was more comfortable with the number, she ran down. Staying at the top of the mountain gave her time to take a breath.

She grabbed a bow and a sheath of arrows. She knew that it wasn't always the best weapon because arrows always ran out, but if she killed a tribute, she could always grab the arrows again, plus she knew how to make her own in the wilderness, so she wasn't too concerned.

She ran away from the cornucopia, not caring which direction she went. She just didn't want to be around for the bloodbath that would be inevitable.

Vera lunged for one of the swords, taking a backpack and putting a water bottle and a pack of matches inside. Her gaze was hard as she scanned the cornucopia, falling on Naja as she made her way over. "Where to?"

Kitt locked eyes with Vincent as he approached, then gave a small nod, glad at least one of his allies agreed with his plan. Then he looked at Crofton expectantly, as if waiting for an answer, although if he was being completely honest, he didn't really care. A majority had already voted to go to the forest, and Crofton was a smaller, weaker boy from District 12, so in Kitt's opinion, Crofton's input didn't matter as much to him, because he was clearly not the one fit for being in charge.

//alex, want to rp Alren and Prim in the forest?//

“Forest.” Crofton nodded, ignoring the clear disdain Kitt held for him. He started out of the Cornucopia, glancing over his shoulder to see if they were following him.

kenadie ♔ wrote: "//alex, want to rp Alren and Prim in the forest?//"

((Yes =D That'd be great))

Alexandria wrote: "kenadie ♔ wrote: "//alex, want to rp Alren and Prim in the forest?//"

((Yes =D That'd be great))"

/ /you want to post alren in the forest then? Ill respond when j can!!//

Vincent tilted his chin. Never underestimate anyone. No matter how...weak, they may seem. That was what Theo had told him, before the Capitol. Before everything. He'd listened, though he knew that he'd never take the advice. But now, well, it might as well come in handy, considering who he was allied with.

Kitt noted his allies' attitude, but honestly didn't seem to care as he headed back down the mountain to a forest of pine trees which seemed like the safest cover for the moment. He, too, looked behind him to see if Vincent was coming, raising an eyebrow slightly as if to ask this. The boy was quite a valuable ally, but he'd also agreed to Kitt's idea, so for the most part Kitt just wanted to make sure Vincent didn't get left behind at this point.

Vincent was right on Kitt's heels. "Your attitude is extremely helpful for our survival," he said, raising an eyebrow as he passed the boy and halted at the entrance to the pine forest, waiting for Crofton to follow.

Ayla wrote: "Vera lunged for one of the swords, taking a backpack and putting a water bottle and a pack of matches inside. Her gaze was hard as she scanned the cornucopia, falling on Naja as she made her way ov..."

"We find Saiya and set up," Naja said simply, wiping the blood off her daggers before sheathing them. The cannon shots echoed in her ears, the bodies of the District 9 boy and the District 3 boy lying nearby.
She remembered hearing Jules' cannon shot. How she and Bryell had stared at the screen silently, waiting for him to spring back up and finish the Games the way he had so many times in simulations.
Bryell's cannon shot. How everything had shattered the second it went off. How she'd felt something break in her.
No.
She couldn't remember this.
Not now.
The Capitol was watching everything right now. Everyone was watching.
She'd give them a show.
And then she'd wipe them all out.

kenadie ♔ wrote: "Alexandria wrote: "kenadie ♔ wrote: "//alex, want to rp Alren and Prim in the forest?//"

((Yes =D That'd be great))"

/ /you want to post alren in the forest then? Ill respond when j can!!//"

((I'll put him in the forest. That's fine))

Alexandria wrote: "kenadie ♔ wrote: "Alexandria wrote: "kenadie ♔ wrote: "//alex, want to rp Alren and Prim in the forest?//"

((Yes =D That'd be great))"

/ /you want to post alren in the forest then? Ill respond wh..."

//kk thats where prim is, shes in a tree lol//

Ayla wrote: "Vincent was right on Kitt's heels. "Your attitude is extremely helpful for our survival," he said, raising an eyebrow as he passed the boy and halted at the entrance to the pine forest, waiting for..."

Kitt just chuckled and shook his head slightly, an amused smirk on his face as he made his way towards the forest with his allies.

Vera nodded, relaxing her tensing muscles and leaning against the side of the cornucopia as she examined her sword.
While it looked like she was interested in the sword, at the moment, her thoughts were a mile away. She was doing her brother proud, already a step further than he had been with entering the games at all. A bitter smile crept over her face, almost dangerous.
Almost.
Except that the bitterness vanished immediately.
No. Do not think about him. Do not think about anything other than the games. I will not win, and if he's alive after all, he'll see it. He'll see his precious games start to unravel.
He betrayed me.
The Capitol will come crashing down.
And the world will go to shit.
Perhaps I'll see it from Hell.

Naja watched Vera for a moment, examining her again. Oh, there was something she wanted. That could give her an advantage. Or a disadvantage, depending. But that didn't matter. Vera's anger, the lethal glint in her eyes, was as much a weapon as the daggers in Naja's hands. And she could learn to use it.
Naja glanced over the side of the mountain, scouting for where Saiya might have gone, only to see her coming up toward the Cornucopia.
That'll work.
"We might as well stay here," she mused, boredom in her voice. They would have more than enough supplies, as well as an excellent vantage point should anyone try to come back. And as the center of the arena, there were plenty of places they could flee to if the Gamemakers decided they'd been there for too long.

Ayla wrote: "Vera nodded, relaxing her tensing muscles and leaning against the side of the cornucopia as she examined her sword.
While it looked like she was interested in the sword, at the moment, her thoughts..."

((That's literally the same thing Kitt started doing in training abt his father bc he lost 3 of his family members in the span of about a month and a half... they're so alike it's uncanny... •o•))

((Wait Kitt said the exact same thing? Where??))

((Pretty much the same thing haha in the training room topic idk what page it's on :3))

((Oh, was it this?

"No. No time for that. Father is dead, Kitt scolded himself. You can't go back and reminisce on all the lovely things he's given you. There's no point. Focus on the Games. Focus on reigning in some allies. Focus on getting a good training score. Focus on impressing everyone.
Focus.
So he did. Kitt's gaze didn't waver a bit from its targets as he slashed up another dummy, then another and another. He watched, waited, planning out his every move as he did so. Just like he'd done for so long.
He'd
Never
Stop"

I can see how the "focus on the games" thing is similar, but I didn't even see that until I looked just now lmao I promise I wasn't copying you or anything. Also, I think they're kind of different because Vera is a bit more...lost, if you know what I mean? Whereas Kitt can put on more of a Career boy show but still have those same thoughts.))

Saiya finally made it up to the Cornucopia, scrambling to the top. She'd fallen twice on her way up the path, which had definitely slowed her down. The girl grinned at her allies. She practically radiated unwavering optimism. "So, what'd I miss?" She looked around at everything that was in there. Knives, a single sword, bows and arrows, and a bunch of other stuff. Hm.

((Yeah that's what I meant, and I know u weren't copying me I promise haha, and yea))

Rue [such a majestic mf] wrote: "Saiya finally made it up to the Cornucopia, scrambling to the top. She'd fallen twice on her way up the path, which had definitely slowed her down. The girl grinned at her allies. She practically r..."

"Nothing," Vera replied passively, leaning against the wall. She appeared to be deep in thought about who-knows-what, staring out into space. After a moment, she said, "we could create a sort of watchtower outside the Cornucopia, with the racks and things used to store the weapons. It might also draw more tributes in, seeing something like that. If we make it look amateur, it would be even better. Draw people in, then take them out."

Saiya nodded. "I can help with that!" Maybe weapons weren't her thing, but she was used to moving around heavy equipment and she was eager to prove herself to the other two girls. "We could probably make some sort of trap with those ropes, hidden between the racks. Someone walks through thinking there's nothing there and steps in it, whoosh! ...If that makes sense?"

"Better to surround the watchtower with the traps," Naja pointed out. "It lowers the risk of them getting to the weapons or supplies before being caught." She analyzed what was left.
"The watchtower might also signal that we're here, though. If we made the Cornucopia look abandoned, more Tributes would come looking for supplies. Either way, it would draw them in."
That was all she needed.
More people out of her way.
And then the Games themselves.
It still didn't feel quite real that she was here in the Games. It looked nothing like where Jules and Bryell had died. She could probably locate their killing places...the Cornucopia was always the center of the arena. She'd memorized their locations, could probably figure what direction from here they'd been.
No.
It wouldn't do her anything but cause more pain, and she had plenty of that to deal with already.
She was here, and that was what mattered.
What mattered was that their deaths were avenged.
What mattered was that this was all taken down.

Those were both very true. Saiya frowned, thinking. "I think it would be better to draw them in, yeah." It seemed like something about it hadn't fully clicked in her mind yet - that they were really in this, that if someone died here then they just died, it was permanent. Or maybe she was trying not to think about that. "Maybe we could empty the racks, pile everything up in the back as a sort of lure, with all the hidden traps in the way?" Trying, as stupid as it was, to make herself see it as an actual game, with do-overs and extra chances. It was her way of getting through it, though it just looked like naivety from an outside perspective.

"I'd rather have them more in the open so that they're more visible," Naja said, eyeing the Cornucopia. "Make the racks look more emptied out a little bit, consolidate more toward the back - less people are likely to have gotten back there anyway."
Her eyes dipped briefly to the daggers at her waist, proof that few people had gotten into the horn. "Besides, that'll make them more desperate if they think there's less left. Put the traps around the closer area in general, I'll be able to take out anyone at a farther range."
She didn't like the thought of Saiya witnessing the deaths - she might be as good as dead, but what little empathy remained in Naja understood that the damage the Games did was thorough.
She was living proof of that.

Vera dipped her head. "I'll empty the racks," she offered, moving over to the right side of the Cornucopia and beginning to take out a few of the weapons and items that remained, careful to leave just a few on them. After a moment of silence, she said, "I can help kill anyone that makes it close to or past the traps."
Emptying the racks was calming, almost soothing, in a way.
It was rhythmic, with a pattern, something to keep her mind busy rather than letting it wander to the dark places it always went back to.

Saiya nodded and went to the opposite side, doing what Naja has instructed. She started humming something after a moment - it was a song her parents had taught her, simple but pretty, and it fit into the rhythm of moving things from the racks. The girl didn’t seem to realize she’d started, already lost in her own mind.

(well shit)
(I'm sorry I completely lost track of the days)
("I still have three more days" BITCH IT'S BEEN SEVEN)

((it's okay lmao, I think we're being looser this games because a lot of people have been busy and keeping up the roleplay can be hard))

(Yeah it’s a lot looser this games just because it’s summer and a lot of people can’t be on a lot)

Naja examined the area around the Cornucopia, setting up trip wires to trigger the traps. They wouldn't be enough to kill someone, barely even harm most likely - but hard to get out of. Just enough to keep the other Tributes incapacitated.
It would be more simple to hang them, she knew, but the ropes wouldn't reach that far without using too much length. Trapping them was quicker and used their supplies better.
She'd kill them quickly.

(guys it's someone else's turn)

(*inhale*
AAAAYYYYYLLLLAAAAA /j)

((OOPS
SORRYYYY))