The Hunger Games discussion

well, it's obviously a forest with pine trees. It reaches dangerously low temperatures and a misty fog hangs over the place, so visibility is extremely hard. But in the forest, you can only see about 75 meters in front of you which is even less than if you were in another part of the arena.

Prim knew that if she ran as far away from the cornucopia as she could without stopping, she would be as safe as she could be. Which really wasn't that safe, but it's something. All she needed was to climb one of the trees, but unfortunately, she couldn't see much. Actually, she had almost run into a few of them. But after spotting a tree with multiply branches she began to climb it. She slipped a few times, her hands cold to the touch. She shivered, her breaths coming out in huffs and she was able to see them. Prim shook her head, almost slipping again. But she was able to catch herself. After about ten minutes of climbing the tree, she was able to reach the top. The canopy of the trees was enough to let her be able to get some good thinking done. She hung her backpack onto one of the small branches. She sighed and rested her head on the cold bark of the tree. "I made it," She said quietly.

It didn't take long for Asora to reach the forest. She had previously spent a long time running back in District 3 because she was always late to everything. She ran as deep into the forest as possible because she didn't want to be seen.

Clark snuck up behind Asora, a knife in hand. He turned her around and gave her and evil grin, then slid the knife into his belt. He started walking. “This place has no vines... we need long roots and lots of branches.” He found a place he liked, then sat, waiting for Asora to bring him things, gathering large branches from around him.

(your characters need to start at the starting platforms before they get anywhere. they can't teleport.)

//prim started at the platforms and went to the cornucopia//

((Ah ok, my bad.))

Alren looked around in the forest for Prim. He didn't dare call out her name, knowing that that was a foolish move that could get both him and Prim killed.

He wanted to reach her as quickly as possible. The two of them were allies, and he was sure that they'd be pretty good ones in the arena. They were definitely still at a disadvantage, but that was a minor concern of his at the moment. His main concern was finding Prim and surviving the first day.

Already five tributes had died in a bloodbath at the cornucopia, and he didn't want Prim and himself to be included in the death tally.

Prim watched as more tributes ran into the pine forest. She had hoped that she would be the only one, but that obviously hadnt worked out. She looked down and seen Alren. She quickly let out a breath and slowly climbed down the tree. "Follow me," she whispered.

((Hey Alexandria? Clark met up with Asora. I fixed the teleportation problem.))

SethenJames wrote: "((Hey Alexandria? Clark met up with Asora. I fixed the teleportation problem.))"

((I know. I had to do something real quick. Sorry bout that))

Asora stared at Clark. "You're just going to sit there?" she asked. "Am I supposed to do all the gathering?" She crossed her arms. "How do you expect me to be able to get roots?"

kenadie ♔ wrote: "
Prim watched as more tributes ran into the pine forest. She had hoped that she would be the only one, but that obviously hadnt worked out. She looked down and seen Alren. She quickly let out a b..."

Alren followed Prim, not knowing where she was taking them, but trusting her completely. He knew that trusting tributes was sometimes the thing that got you killed, but he trusted the young girl. He followed her blindly, keeping two daggers in each of his hands.

Prim slowlt recimbed the tree. Her hands were icy cold, but she ignored the pain in them. "Up here," she whispered, making it back up to where she had been before.

((It’s cool. Thanks.))

Clark held his knife and chucked it into the tree next to her. “Yes. You are stronger than me.” He turned back to what he was doing and set up a game trap, then sat it out.

kenadie ♔ wrote: "
Prim slowlt recimbed the tree. Her hands were icy cold, but she ignored the pain in them. "Up here," she whispered, making it back up to where she had been before.
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Alren carefully climbed the tree, trying to ignore how freezing the bark and air was. He hadn't expected the arena to be this cold, but that was the unpredictability of the Games. He made it to the top not long after.

"Did you get anything?" She asked, her breaths were short and the air made them visible. She was still cold even tjough she had layers upon layers of warm clothing on.

SethenJames wrote: "((It’s cool. Thanks.))

Clark held his knife and chucked it into the tree next to her. “Yes. You are stronger than me.” He turned back to what he was doing and set up a game trap, then sat it out."

Asora raised an eyebrow. She turned away, rolling her eyes. She looked around for the supplies Clark had asked for, hoping she wouldn't be ambushed or killed in the process. I don't even have a weapon, Asora thought. And even if I did, it isn't like I could use it.

Luckily, she was able to find everything fairly quickly. She returned to Clark, her arms full of roots and branches. She dropped them in front of him. "Anything else?" she asked, trying to keep annoyance from her voice. As it was, her tone ended up sounding lightly irritated, but she tried to mollify it. She didn't want to come across as rude and annoying.

kenadie ♔ wrote: "
"Did you get anything?" She asked, her breaths were short and the air made them visible. She was still cold even tjough she had layers upon layers of warm clothing on.
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"From the cornucopia?" Alren asked. "I got two daggers, then hightailed it out of there. I wasn't about to stay and get myself killed. What about you?"

"I was able to crawl under some tributes to get some stuff." She pulled her small backpack over. "I have two daggers, small coile of rope, a handful of matches, and two of the food rations." Prim said quietly, handing himel the backpack.

((last post sorry night, btw ayla and rue if u haven't read my status update pls do))

After descending the mountain topped with the Cornucopia, Kitt made his way into the pine forest with his allies. It was rather chilly and Kitt realised to some dismay that he and his allies were rather unprepared for the weather in this sector of the arena. At least we have food and weapons, he thought, looking around through the dense, misty fog surrounding him and his allies.

kenadie ♔ wrote: "
"I was able to crawl under some tributes to get some stuff." She pulled her small backpack over. "I have two daggers, small coile of rope, a handful of matches, and two of the food rations." Pri..."

"That's quite an impressive stash," Alren said. "Good job, Prim. This food won't last long, but we'll figure it out. Do you think any more tributes will be killed today?"

Prim shrugged, "I don't know, but if we stay up here, I think we should be fibe for awhile," prim said quietly. She formed a ball with her body, makin sure that her hands were covered.

"We're hidden up here," Alren agreed. "Who knows? Maybe a lot of tributes won't be killed by others. Maybe they'll all just get so cold, they'll freeze to death. Here's hoping we don't."

Prim nodded, "Sounds fun," she said quietly. Not really paying much attention. Her body was sore from all the running she had done, her body was also very sore and all the little girl wanted to do was sleep.

Alren looked at Prim. The girl looked exhausted. "Get some rest," Alren told her. "I'll keep watch." He grabbed his two daggers in his hands, keeping them nearby in case he needed them.

Prim didnt respond, already alseep. Her breaths were thin huffs of air, but she was still able to sleep theough the cold.

Alren kept his eyes on the lookout. He was fully alert. There didn't seem to be many--or any--tributes nearby. He had seen two not long after he entered the forest--Clark and the girl from District 3--but they had disappeared not long after.

Clark nodded to Asora, then fell, having a short seizure. He got back up after a little bit, then continued putting traps together. They were so well hidden that even he had trouble finding them. He pulled his knife out of the tree and picked up a decent branch. “Let’s go.”

((Alright! Have fun over the summer!))

Crofton shivered silently in the cold, tensing as he heard voices up ahead. He motioned to his allies to be quiet, and listened for a moment, trying to discern who’s voices those were. He could hear - what was his name, Alren? - speaking to someone in the distance, probably Prim. They’d allied in the training days, hadn’t they? Still, it was too far away for him to see them, with the fog. A different pair of voices was coming from a bit closer. Clark, the boy who’d been making the traps, and the girl from district three. Asora. He couldn’t see them, but he didn’t want to start something now. The games had only been going for less than an hour.

Riley ran into the forest, trying to be as quiet as possible. She ran for only a couple minutes before she stopped and looked around. Riley knew there was a good chance other tributes were in this forest. Looking up at the sun, they decided to follow the sun. Even though she knew the sun was probably not real, Riley walked that easy anyways, heading probably east.

Clark tensed, hearing the rustle of pine needles close and getting closer. He crouched, pulling Asora down with him, pulling the knife out.

Rue [such a majestic mf] wrote: "((Alright! Have fun over the summer!))

Crofton shivered silently in the cold, tensing as he heard voices up ahead. He motioned to his allies to be quiet, and listened for a moment, trying to disce..."

((Thx! I'll be on a bit just not very much))

As he listened to the forest around him, Kitt also heard the numerous voices and looked at Crofton, seeing that he could hear them as well. Then he looked between his allies with a questioning expression, one that asked, Should we follow the voices? See if we can try and take out a couple more tributes?

Asora followed Clark's lead. She didn't speak. The only sound coming from her was her breathing. Is someone there? Asora wondered. Someone must be nearby.

Vincent gave a terse nod. "Let's follow them quietly," he mouthed, beckoning for them to follow. He heard voices off to the sides, breaking the silence of the forest and echoing off of the trees.

((by the way, the forest is huge so in the future, it's unlikely that tributes will run into each other very often unless they're close by. I'm also working on another forest topic so yeah))

Crofton shook his head quickly. No. Too many. Kitt and Vincent were brilliant fighters, but he wasn't, and there might be even more people that he just couldn't hear. He froze as the voices coming from where Clark and Asora were stopped. They knew they were here. He tightened his grip on the knife, jade-green eyes looking around for any sort of movement.

Clark grabbed Asora’s arm and yanked her away, sprinting away from the many tributes. He snagged Hoid branches along the way, slipping his knife back in his sheath. He didn’t speak, knowing better.

((Ok! :) ))

Kitt started to go after Vincent, but looked back with a quiet sigh and a frown when he saw Crofton. Seriously? he mouthed, looking between his two allies, who had very different opinions on the matter. He wanted desperately to follow Vincent, but they couldn't just leave their ally behind, could they? Hold on, he thought, his frown deepening. Since when did I give a f*ck about leaving our weakest, most argumentative ally behind? It doesn't matter what he thinks...

Asora allowed Clark to pull her away. She kept quiet. How many of them were there? Asora wondered. Is every living tribute in the forest?

She ran with Clark, not daring to look back. That would just slow them down.

Crofton'd gaze snapped to where the noise was coming from. Some of the tributes were running away from them. Or from something else. He'd follow them if Kitt and Vincent gave chase, but he was privately almost wishing they wouldn't. "That guy running, he's the one who was setting all those traps in training. Be careful if you follow him, he might've set a few behind him. Pay attention so you don't lose a leg." He murmured to his allies.

Once they were out of sight, Clark got down, digging up some long, twisting roots and cutting them out, then getting branches. He built a trap, climbing into two trees and setting a deadfall of bigger branches that would fall if a root was stepped on. He set one more trap
Similar to it next to it, then grabbed Asora’s arm and started running again. He started twitching, his right eyelid spasming. He growled and continued to rub until they were far from the other tributes. He settled down in a small hollow, letting go of Asora.

((:0 what if- one of them steps on the trap and Crofton tackles them out of the way, taking the hit for them? Definitely getting injured, but not killed.))

Asora slowed to a halt when Clark did. "Are we safe for now?" she asked.

She sat on the ground, worn out from running. She hadn't run that fast, that far in a long time, if ever. Her breaths were rapid, as was her heartbeat.

((The traps are designed to knock one out and give a good amount of head trauma.))

Clark had forced his breathing normal. “Maybe.” He got to work setting up traps, both for people and small game.

Asora looked around. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked.
She knew she wasn't the optimal ally, and around Clark, she felt somewhat useless.

Clark nodded. “Build a short earth wall around the front here.”

Asora nodded and got to work. She hoped it wouldn't take her long, but she wasn't sure. "And what are you going to do?" she asked Clark.

//whats going on? I was at brunch lol//

Rue [such a majestic mf] wrote: "((:0 what if- one of them steps on the trap and Crofton tackles them out of the way, taking the hit for them? Definitely getting injured, but not killed.))"

((Idrc tbh, Ayla? Also I'm gonna wait for Ayla to post before I post again))

“Get us food and decent protection.”