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Post by Seryna on Apr 5, 2012 23:15:07 GMT -5
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 1, 2012 14:33:10 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u] Water. The problem was now that they were in the open. But at least there was water. Water will become your best friend. THey'd gotten to the Lake, and now they needed to figure out a way to purify this. It likely wasn't safe enough to drink, but lighting a fire? That was out. At least for the next day or so. Regardless of how cold it got or how thirsty he was, he wouldn't be lighting a fire unless he was setting a section of the forest that the Careers were in aflame. "We need a defensible position. Assuming we want to stick to the lake." He looks to Lallek, raising an eyebrow. A 'one way in, two ways out' sort of place...." 2012-06-01 21:29:50 Jace Colton rolled 8 dice to "Looking for Defensible Shelter (Wits + Survival)" 10,4,9,2,1,2,5,8,9 (4 successes) Aqua-blue eyes start searching the shoreline. "And I have iodine tablets...unless you can think of a way we can purify the water without those. Or with a fire that doesn't create a lot of smoke." 2012-06-01 21:32:36 Jace Colton rolled 6 dice to "Fire Without Smoke? (-2 Assumed for Difficulty" 10,1,3,1,9,10,2,4 (3 successes)
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Post by mrbrightside on Jun 1, 2012 14:53:15 GMT -5
The lake was perfect for a trap for the careers, but how to explain it to Jace? Lallek broods over the question as he helps look for shelter.
2012-06-01 21:49:31 Lallek rolled 7 dice to "Wits+Survival" 3,9,2,8,10,1,6,8 (4 successes)
As he began to search for a shelter, he also foraged for a way to communicate. Maybe something to make paint out of, any way to articulate his thoughts more effectively.
2012-06-01 21:52:01 Lallek rolled 7 dice to "Wits+Survival" 8,9,1,6,3,7,7 (2 successes)
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Post by Seryna on Jun 1, 2012 15:12:21 GMT -5
Jace surveys the trees on thier side of the lake, searching for hickory, maple or oak. Spotting a favorable maple tree, Jace approached the old tree. There were a handful of branches scattered in the first yard of the forrest; collecting and harvesting dry wood may take some time. As the two move through the Forrest; he notes a small cluster of older trees forming a wind break a yard from the lake. A cluster of thorned plants made approaching them a precarious notion. With a little work it could become a defensible position or another position would need to be found.
Glancing at those thorny bushes; Lallek saw a long, straight thorned stick jutting from the bush. Perhaps he could use that stick - or use some of the berries in his pack as ink.
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Post by mrbrightside on Jun 1, 2012 15:28:46 GMT -5
As soon as he sees the stick, Lallek rips it out of the pile and drops to the ground. The sooner he could talk to Jace the sooner they could start working. They would need time to prepare. Thermal underwear were about the most disposable thing he had, and the berries would do nicely as ink. Lallek worked carefully and deliberately. Writing was a pain and their was no chance of a rewrite so he tried to make things as clear and concise as possible. "Big fire at night. Draw in tributes. Set ambush from trees. Use gear to trick them. Need the others." The letters were a bit broken but hopefully Jace could read it all.
When he is finished writing, Lallek approaches Jace and hands him the improvised note. He waits expectantly for an answer.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 1, 2012 15:47:09 GMT -5
"You want a big smoky fire to draw them in?" It was a good idea. A very good one. Set the scene and the battlefield, and they had a better chance of winning a confrontation. "This is a good place. With a little modification, we could probably set it up that way."
The others might be a problem though. "We don't even know if they're alive. Though...I haven't heard any cannons. They'll make it to the lake, and a group that big will likely be pretty visible." And someone would do something stupid.
"You're right though. For this to work, we'll need the Big Alliance. I'm no good in the trees. On the ground I'm solid, but in the trees...Looks like I'll be playing bait."
Though after they'd left the others behind, he had the feeling they wouldn't be happy with them. "We'll need a white flag. Because we left them." To die.
He hadn't wanted to be near his District-mates. He'd been avoiding them, and Abigail and Micha probably understood that. He didn't want to be the one to kill them, and as such had wanted to stay away.
"After we do it, though..." We take what we need and want, and we leave.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 1, 2012 15:58:04 GMT -5
The two tributes were left to laying plans; disturbed by the sudden sound of a Cannon blast[/b]. For whom the bell tolled was any one's guess... career, ally or other?
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Post by mrbrightside on Jun 1, 2012 16:09:46 GMT -5
Lallek nods in agreement. The longer they stayed together the more likely it was they would all come to blows. He then points to Jace and then in the direction of the Big Alliance. Someone had to get them, but it certainly wouldn't be Lallek. In the meantime though Lallek had every intention of making their little camp a bit more deadly to outsiders. The sound of the cannon only added a touch of sadistic inspiration.
Traps weren't a specialty but the first two pitfalls came together quite nice, but the third needed a bit more work.
2012-06-01 22:53:39 Lallek Aldren rolled 4 dice to "Int+Craft" 4,10,7,10,2,9 (3 successes) 2012-06-01 22:58:17 Lallek Aldren rolled 4 dice to "Int+Craft" 6,1,9,3 (1 successes) 2012-06-01 22:58:12 Lallek Aldren rolled 4 dice to "Int+Craft" 5,5,10,9,7 (2 successes)
It wasn't a particularly clean set up, but hopefully it would do them some good. Maybe he could hide them? The sticks could be used as a frame maybe, and with some rocks he could possibly make them look just like the rest of the ground.
2012-06-01 23:12:42 Lallek Aldren rolled 6 dice to "Stealth+Craft" 10,5,7,9,2,5,10,8 (4 successes) 2012-06-01 23:12:39 Lallek Aldren rolled 6 dice to "Stealth+Craft" 6,2,9,1,4,3 (1 successes) 2012-06-01 23:12:35 Lallek Aldren rolled 6 dice to "Stealth+Craft" 9,9,7,10,6,2,5 (3 successes)
It was solid work. He felt a bit proud once it was all done. Proud right up until he realized it would help take lives. He could place the fire between the shelter and the pitfalls. Once night fell, the other tributes would have next to no chance to spot them. As they approached the camp, it'd be slaughter.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 1, 2012 16:44:57 GMT -5
And here was where he'd have to trust.
Trusting other people to be reasonable wasn't a good way to survive this thing, but he had to trust in it. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and maybe if he were lucky he'd be able to convince them that he and Lallek had gone ahead to the Lake to find a defensible position.
The Cannon sounded, and he flinched. It could be anyone. Ally. Enemy. Another tribute. Thankfully, it wasn't his immediate alliance.
Though that might change.
"Fine." He grinned suddenly, all bright eyes and good humor. "I'll go get them." He needed to find something white though...
...That horribly heavy fleece jacket. With the number 9 sewn into the shoulder. That might work. White was for 'truce'.
The Enemy of My Enemy....
"You do your thing, and I'll do mine." There's a long look at Lallek, and then a look to Rachel. Watch your back.
Because he wasn't sure he could trust her. That they could trust her, and with that he fit his scythe into his beltloop and headed down the beach directly north of the others' position, hoping to meet them on the way.
[Direction Sense]
More than a small part of him was praying that this wasn't a stupid move....
..And as he walked, he kept his eyes out for anything untoward.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 1, 2012 17:38:20 GMT -5
As Jace departs the makeshift shelter and moves along the beach, he doesn't notice any thing overtly dangerous or deadly. As he passes the Lake, his thirst intensifies. Hours have passed since his last drink; and he has exerted himself. Perhaps purification is something to consider soon. He reaches the position where he and Lallek emerged from the tree line. Glancing into the woods; he does not see the other members of the Big Alliance yet.
As Lallek waits by the makeshift shelter; something white drifts down through the sky. Thanks to his tracker, the parachute lands beside his foot. Unwrapping the parachute reveals a tin of jerky with 5 portions, 3 higher quality throwing knives, 2 rebreathers and a small bag of Quick Tinder.
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Post by mrbrightside on Jun 2, 2012 14:04:05 GMT -5
Once Lallek has had time to evaluate the contents of his parachutes he quickly empties his backpack of all the clothes in it and places them within the shelter, arranged to appear as if they were a sleeping person. Returning to his equipment, Lallek quickly slides the knives onto himself so he can grab them when necessary. The food and rebreathers immediately are put into the backpack along side the berries. Lallek was proud of himself. Once the canteen was filled he would have a very respectable amount of food and water if he needed to break out on his own. Still the Quick Tinder let him know exactly what his sponsors wanted. Not wasting any time Lallek quickly moves towards the trees and scrounges for firewood. 2012-06-02 21:03:33 Lallek rolled 6 dice to "Wits+Survival" 4,10,3,2,9,8,8 (4 successes)
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 2, 2012 14:22:58 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
He was getting thirsty.
Parched, really, and he'd been working hard without a drink. He knew what dehydration felt like, and he was getting close, but every time he looked at the lake he couldn't help but flash back to the sharks from last year. Couldn't help but look out at the island and wonder if maybe it was safer. Or if it was mroe dangerous.
If he'd be taking that chance any time soon.
Eventually, though, he has to. Kneel down and watch the water cautiously, eyes flickering about. Looking for anything that may or might try to come otu and attack him while he has no one to watch his back, and this was why he didn't want to leave Lallek. IT was just a bad idea....
...Even if they needed the others.
Filling the waterskin, he uses the tablet and straps the full thing to his waist, heading down the beach. Eventually, he catches himself singing. Under his breath somewhat, and it was something he did when he was working or when he was alone and had no one to talk to. Something to fill the silence of his mind.
A District 9 song. Something pretty. His younger sister's favorite song, if he remembered right, and he felt himself start singing just a little louder. So he could better hear himself, because the silence--save the birds and animal sounds...
...Something pretty and sweet and what he used to sing to her when she was having trouble sleeping.
Who would help her go to sleep now?
[Expression 2: Singing Specialty.]
He swallowed. Looked at the treeline and hoped that they came out soon. He'd hoped to intercept them, and after a bit he turned back. When he knew he'd gone a bit too far and that there was no way--unless they turned themselves way too far--he was going to catch up to them.
This way. This was he was sure to intercept, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the scythe he'd gotten from the Cornucopia.
Maybe someone would recognize his voice, though the only two who had a chance at that were Abigail and Micha. They'd heard him sing, and even if he were doing it under his breath, it was definitely a 'District 9 Song'.
He could watch the treeline at least. Wait long enough for the iodine to take effect and take a drink to sooth his throat.
There weren't enough cannons, so unless they'd changed their plans he would intercept them eventually.
He could hope, anyway.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 2, 2012 21:16:15 GMT -5
A choppy wind blows over the lake, short waves break over the grey rocks. The water seems clear as Jace kneels beside the lake. He can see the smaller grey stones on the lake bottom as well as some small slivers of fish. The water that he fills his water skin with appears to be clear; surely the purification pill will do its work. Jace is pretty certain that he heard at the training center that the purification pills were supposed to do their magic in half an hour to an hour.
As his song from district 9 rolls across the lake; he hears a small splash. Glancing over towards the sound, he spies a tall, white crane - like bird upon the island. The animal spears a fish out of the lake; tossing it into the air and eating it whole. Judging it from the trees, Jace guesses that this bird is nearly four feet in height. The bird turns and runs into the treeline of the island with startling speed.
As Jace moves to the treeline and awaits the remainder of the Big Alliance; he becomes aware of something drifting down towards him. As he glances upwards, he sees a white parachute drift down towards him. As it lands, he glances within to find several items. The first is a finely crafted hand scythe with a leather holster that secures the weapon to Jace's belt and provides easy access. Two pouches of dried fruit and two pouches of rice are within a cooking pot; ready for the food that he and Lallek had gathered that afternoon. Beside the pot; Jace notices a pair of compact binoculars.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 3, 2012 22:01:07 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7Despite being grateful for the gifts, Rory knows they can't stay in one place for too long. The Careers are still out there. And her people would surely die if they crossed paths this early in the game. "We need to keep moving." Rory says to herself more than to anyone else, clipping the axe to her belt. Millions of thoughts flood her mind. Rory is still reeling both from Jace turning tail and Abigail's death. Rory can't help but think of what became of Ferma. Glancing at her district mates she reminds herself of her promise. Until the end they'd be an alliance. She just hopes they last that long. Her mouth is dry by now and she knows that she needs water soon. They just needed to get to the lake. Rowan can’t die. She can’t die. She can’t die.[/color] Rory’s throat tightens again. She wants so badly to lose it, to wail wordlessly, to curse the games, and tell everyone that she wants to go home. But Rory bites down on her lip, hard. She will not break down here. Micha’s question grabs Rory’s attention. She studies the girl for a moment trying to figure her out. Rory Noland rolled 6 dice to "Listen Check" 4,2,6,10,2,4,7 (1 successes) "I hear something." Rory tells the group as she moves to the front of the group. She whistles up to Jasmine and points to her eyes, asking if she sees anything. "Get ready," she whispers to the others. "Someone's out there."
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Post by Kulvar on Jun 3, 2012 22:12:03 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] Jasmine was thankful for the additional things from her sponsors, but didn't really like the additional weight. She moved through the trees as easily as before, but it was wearing on her. When they began to thin, it made it that much tougher. However, it meant that they were nearing the lake. At nearly the last line of trees, she stopped and waited for the rest of the alliance to catch up with her and spent the time studying the beach and the island beyond, searching for signs of Jace, Rachel, and Lallek, or traps, or other tributes. As Rory approached, Jasmine glanced down at her friend and then back to the lake. "Somethin's out there." Likely just the other tributes who chose not to fight the crows, but she couldn't be certain. 7,9,1,10,10,9,1 (4 successes) "It's Jace. And he's singin', waving a white fabric o' some sort."
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Post by Seryna on Jun 4, 2012 12:38:04 GMT -5
As Rory listened, she heard snatches of something on the wind. It was too faint for her to be certain, but they sounded like words; or perhaps the wind coming off of the lake. As Jasmine was alerted to scout the Lake; she had a better view - and spotted Jace standing where the trees thinned out; where they would likely pass. Jasmine could clearly hear the song that Jace was singing; and singing well. The boy also seemed to be holding some white fabric in his hand.
"That song - it's Jace." Micha stated; quickening her pace. The slim girl passed Rowan and Rory; heading out of the trees and towards the Lake. She lifted a hand towards Jace, calling a greeting.
"Jace."
Jace might be alarmed at Micha's appearance- the girl's left shoulder had soaked through with blood; staining her shirt. A cut marred her forehead that was already darkening into a bruise. The girl moved quickly; suggesting the pack on her back was light. The opening of the pack was half open, with a rolled case of throwing knives easily accessible. The district nine female tribute had a water skin on her belt that bounced with her movements; suggesting that it was empty.
"Hold up," [/color]Rowan cautioned, but Micha had already passed her by. " - or we can just race to the Lake." Rowan muttered to Rory and Tank; sounding cross at being ignored. "Hopefully the others made sure there's not carnivorous fish or sharks in this one."[/color]
The weather at the lake was slightly cooler than within the woods. A light breeze was coming off of the lake; chilling the skin of those who had been hiking or climbing through the forrest. The thirst was prominant for every one - exertion for hours without a drink would start to make one's throat sore; even to speak. Water ought to be a priority for each tribute.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 4, 2012 14:00:14 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
Someone had noticed he hadn't eaten much meat, apparently. Dried fruit. Rice. Coupled with the berries, he must seem like the sort of boy who enjoyed his fruits, and didn't eat much meat. Which was definitely the case.
Meat was a rarity in District 9, and while he'd had a bowl or two of Lamb Stew, for the most part he'd stuck to what he knew. And hadn't stuffed himself blind.
The scythe is looked over. Better than the one he had, but more than one weapon was a good thing. If he lost one, he always had the other, and as such he strapped it to his waist with the holster provided. The cooking pot is stuffed into his pack, complete with the two servings of each--he hadn't missed the significance of that.
Two servings. Him and Lallek.
And then there was the binoculars. That was an interesting gift, and he looked out over the water with them for a moment before he fitted the string around his neck to carry them. Someone wanted him watching out for himself, and as such he would.
He'd have to do something significant with everything. That's why sponsors sent things, after all.
So you'd use them.
"Thank you." It said softly, but if there was a camera nearby, he knew someone heard. THey liked that sort of thing too. Gratitude was important, and kept up his image.
Jace!
He turned, the scythe in one hand as he watched the treeline, white cloth parachute in the other. Listening.
Watching.
Trying to see.
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Post by mrbrightside on Jun 4, 2012 17:05:33 GMT -5
After gathering a supply of firewood, Lallek returns to the camp and builds a smile wood pile between the shelter and the pitfalls. Once the pile is built, he places the quick tinder in the wood and stares down at his work. Now they just needed someone to be bait and everything would be set. Night fall. That was all that was left. If this plan worked, the sponsors would shell out everything he would need to keep Pearl safe for the rest of the Games.
As he is sitting there, Lallek feels it for the first time. The thirst. No not for the first time, but he can't ignore it anymore. He is thirsty. Very very thirsty. The lake was right there after all. Lallek picks up his canteen and approaches the water. As his canteen slips below the surface, he is careful not to touch the water. That would be too much temptation. Instead Lallek returns to the camp and sits next to the woodpile. The flint and steel is in his right hand, while the canteen rests in the other. When Jace got back he would need an iodine pill. He had earned that much setting up the camp. Till then all there was to do is wait and try not to let the dryness in his throat drive him to drink unclean lake water.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 4, 2012 18:33:07 GMT -5
As Jace uses the binoculars to look across the lake; he noticed a large dark shadow moving in the middle of the lake; between the island and the shore. It could be sees for several minutes before it drifted out of sight towards the island. It appeared to be at least ten feet long and shaped like a sea creature; perhaps a whale... or shark. No air bubbles or surfacing was observed.
As Jace turned towards the treeline; he noticed Micha walking out of the tree line towards him. She was about thirty feet away; but walking towards him at a brisk pace. Jace might be alarmed at Micha's appearance- the girl's left shoulder had soaked through with blood; staining her shirt. A cut marred her forehead that was already darkening into a bruise. The girl moved quickly; suggesting the pack on her back was light. The opening of the pack was half open, with a rolled case of throwing knives easily accessible. The district nine female tribute had a water skin on her belt that bounced with her movements; suggesting that it was empty.
As Lallek waited by the 'camp' for Jace to bring the others; he listens to the bird song and small animals scampering by in the under brush.
To all: Raising one's eyes to the sky; you note that the sun is dipping down beneath the trees. Soon, dusk would envelop the Forrest completely. Hopefully one could navigate through the Forrest in low light; or perhaps someone could create a torch before darkness over took them. Rory would recall the flash light in Abigail's bag.
In the Forrest; Tank's parachute finally drifted down towards him. Picking it up; he judged the weight to be fairly heavy. Opening the chute; he finds a finely crafted chest plate within the bag. In a small cloth bag, he also finds 4 pouches of dried fruit. Alongside the parachute; Tank discovered a finely crafted hand axe. On the bottom of the parachute, he locates a first aid kit. A leather and metal helmet was the last item in Tank's parachute...
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Post by Kulvar on Jun 4, 2012 22:21:52 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] Jasmine waited for a moment, watching Micha bound away from the group. She'd taken, a while ago, to sucking on her sleeve to keep moisture in her mouth, but now, even that was failing, and the lake was tempting. Especially when it seemed secured by Jace already. She stowed her new bow, took her empty water skin out, and carefully climbed down the tree to rejoin the rest of the alliance on the ground, the sloppiness of her descent being a testament to her fatigue and thirst. 10,5,3,1,6,4,6,9,6,2 (2 successes) She stood among her fellow tributes, looking out at the camp Jace made, and Micha racing toward it, lost for a moment in the thought of seeing Sorrel and Odin out there. Would she race off without listening to others as Micha had if they were there waiting? Jasmine couldn't say. She couldn't say if she would if it were Femra waiting out there. She bit her lip at the thought of the little girl they'd not seen since the Bloodbath and the cannon blasts they'd heard since then. One wasn't her. She'll show up tonight..."Let's go... daylight's fadin' an' I'd prefer tuh not have tuh cover unfamiliar ground wit' nothin' but moonlight tuh light our way," Jasmine croaked out through parched lips before starting toward Jace in Micha's wake.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 4, 2012 22:40:51 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7
"Micha... w---" But she is already gone and half way toward Jace. Rory frowns. Jace is someone she can no longer trust. It was foolish to think that she could have. The only people she can trust is Jasmine, Tank, and Rowan. And even that isn't guaranteed. Once it was just the four of them... Rory shakes her head, remembering her promise both to herself and to her district mates. She isn't going to let the Capitol take away her humanity. Which is why she isn't running to claw Jace's eyes out.
Jace and Lallek will kill us if we give them a chance... Kill us... or leave us to die...[/color] Rory;s gaze settles on Jace and she shakes her head.
"Jazz is right. The flashlight is only going to do us so good for so long," Rory whispers, her voice quiet as it hurts to speak anyway. "We need water..."
She pulls out an empty water skin but keeps her axe in hand.
"We got Micha..." Even with her voice barely above a whisper the anger and grief is clear in her voice. Rory thinks of every possible hurtful name she could call Jace. Every single one. But in the end, Rory hangs her head, her eyes watering up. She can't bring herself to hurt him. Not the way he had hurt her. She couldn't sink to his level. She truly thought Jace had been a kindred spirit. Rory's hurt now because how wrong she had been. Being mean to Jace isn't going to bring Abigail back. It wouldn't end the games. "But... But... Abby didn't make it, Jace."
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Jun 5, 2012 19:11:34 GMT -5
Quickly donning his newfound gear and offering a skyward salute as thanks to any watching sponsors, Tank moved towards Micha with axe and medkit in hand after stowing his fruit pouches in his backpack.
"You want I treat that?" Tank gestured to Micha's blood stained shoulder
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Post by Seryna on Jun 5, 2012 19:53:22 GMT -5
Rachel - who had been largely absent around camp - steps into camp, carrying three long sticks. Closer inspection reveals that she has wrapped shredded white cloth - presumably from her base layer - on one end of the sticks. Improvised torches? She sets two of the torches down beside the fire wood; lashing one of them to her own pack. She then sits down on a nearby rock, appearing completely disintered in what Lallek is doing. He does notice that she is visually inspecting his traps.
Micha continues to approach Jace; ignoring the three young women calling out to her. Reaching Jace; she affirms Rory's statement. "Abigail died."[/b] Her voice is flat; her eyes somewhat red. She did appear genuinely glad to see Jace. She continues to talk, her voice nearly wry. "Then again, we have chicken dinner."[/b]
Micha turns towards Tank. "Yes. I could really use some help."[/b]
Rowan, walking after Tank, lifts the dead crows to show them to Jace. "Good to see you."[/b] Rowan states, somewhat flat. "Where's Lallek?" [/b] She half turns; visibly inspecting the area. Perhaps checking for signs of an ambush?
At camp; Rachel wanders out towards Jace; not speaking to Lallek. As she walks up behind Jace; she states: "I left some torches at camp; next to the firewood. " [/b] She glances towards Jace for a beat before looking back towards the newcomers, gesturing for them to follow her. Rachel turned and headed back towards the camp.
As the Big Alliance was adjusting - and perhaps heading over to fill thier water skins in the lake- dusk began to fall over the Forrest.
The Horn of Plenty. The Horn of Plenty for us all. Our flag will raise above.
Panem shall reign above.
May our nation never fall....
The Anthem filled the sky, its bright colors a sharp contrast to the settling dusk. The Anthem ushered in what every one had been anticipating and dreading; the list of the dead. Faces appeared with each districts' seal...
District 3; Bay. District 3, Pike District 5; Luci Scarlett District 5; Elsie District 8; Femra District 12; Ghislaine; District 9; Abigail
As the tributes reacted to names of thier district mates or friends being announced; an announcer began to speak.
"Hello, tributes...' A man greeted the arena. ' - there will be a rule change for the #25th Hunger Games. There will be more than one victor. An alliance will be allowed to survive... how many members allowed in the surviving alliance will be announced...'
The lights faded; leaving you with this unexpected news...
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 5, 2012 21:02:50 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7
Rory breaks away from the group. The thrist is too great and she knows she needs to wait at least another half-hour for drinkable water. She is going to have to trust that Lallek and Jace haven't rigged the shore.
When her back is turned away from the other, Rory kneel filling her water skin. Her lips tremble as she takes the iodine out of her pack to purify the water. As the iodine drips into the water, the anthem begins to play and Rory's head tilts up toward the sky. Seven cannons. Seven tributes.[/color]
Bay... Pike... Luci... Elsie... Femra... Ghislaine... Abigail...
Her eyes immediately start to water. No. Not Femra.[/color]
She sinks to her knees, the dull throbbing in her left arm and leg forgotten. Rory sobs quietly, but she makes to move to hide it. She feels exposed but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters... Except... A rule change. Rory rises to her feet and her face contorts in confusion. More... than one victor? That was unheard of. "Femra... I'm sorry I couldn't get you home..."
Rory turns around, her face all business. "Don't let this change the way we play the game. We have to stay focused. It's still the first night... So what do we need to do first?"[/color]
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 5, 2012 22:36:19 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
His face falls for just a split second, and he swallows. Nodding, before he hardens again. The little one's rarely lasted long in The Games. They were usually the first targets of the Careers. Or they fell early to starvation or thirst.
It was why his greatest fear was his youngest brother ending up in the Games. It was bad enough that he was here. That he was likely going to die but thinking of his gentle little brother here...
..It made him more than a little mad.
"I'll sing for her later." She'd liked when he sang her to sleep. "We got a plan. Lallek came up with it. I'll translate when we get back there."
When they get back, the Fallen are announced and he swallows. Little Abby...but he didn't have the luxury of grief right now. He'd made his promise back in District 9. Jan had promised to live for the both of them, but Jace had promised too.
He'd promised to run. To not run headlong in to trouble. To run and to not look back. To try to survive. The money be damned. The Victor's crown be damned. He wanted to win, because he wanted to go home.
And then the announcement. More than one Victor? He swallowed, looking around the camp and then sharing a look with Lallek. More than one Victor.
An alliance.
He say nothing about it. When they had time. they'd 'talk'. Because there was still going to be a limit. They would still have to kill a lot of people....
"When I was on the beach, I saw something...pretty big in the water. It was underneath, and there weren't any bubbles or anything to tell me that it might be a mammal. A shark, maybe. Or a really big fish.
"Should probably avoid going out too far, assuming we 'go out' at all. I think we all remember the last Games."
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