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Post by Kulvar on Jun 23, 2012 1:20:23 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u]
Jasmine was glad to hear that both Rory and Tank were in with her plan. "Yah... Thank yuh both... We oughta go ahead an' divide it b'fore we get Micha an' Pearl up fer their shift..." she was quiet for a very, very brief moment, "Do we wanna see if they wanna bring 'em with us?"
Leaving them with Lallek and Jace may be deadly for all of them... Well, by all of them, she meant Micha, Pearl, the District 7 tributes, and herself. If she brought them with them, and the decision the gamemakers made for the alliance size was less than 6, there'd be another split. It might not be as smooth as the current one might go. "An' if they try tuh get them up when we leave..."
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 23, 2012 7:50:49 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
Look at all the whispering.
He'd watched the three tributes. Listened for the other. His fingers had clenched around the scythe, but there had been enough killing tonight, and he was hurt as it was.
IF they came at the group, that was fine. Let them have their water. Let them sneak around. Everyone knew they were here, and with all the whispering and all the conspiring, Jace didn't feel safe laying down.
He and Lallek were the only one's playing the game honestly. This was how it was done, and no one seemed to get that. They can play the 'rebel alliance' all they liked, and think they were better because they 'weren't pawns', but in their way? They were.
They were here. It meant that no one had stepped up and said that they weren't sending their children. No one had stepped up and refused to play.
THey were pawns in a much larger game. One that the Districts were losing....
...Because the districts and the people--all of them--were broken and no better than slaves.
So he doesn't go to sleep. Takes Micha's watch, and while it might hurt them, he's not an idiot. He'd sleep later. After they left and they were far away from idealistic fools. He was done with being judged and found lacking.
He would go home, or he would not, and either way?
He'd have no one to blame but himself.
[Life ate me for a couple of days. Sorry.]
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 23, 2012 10:00:15 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female Tribute
Rory actually smiled when Tank spoke. Her district mate. Rory hadn't slept well by any stretch of the imagination. But he knew it would have been worse without Tank next to her.
"Pearl loves Lallek. I won't begrudge her for sticking with them... but Micha, I dunno. So yea, I agree it might be safer to divide the loot, wake those two up, and then leave. If they try to put up a fight... a battle this early with them should be avoided. We'll be fair. That's more than I can say about them."[/color] Rory whispered.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 23, 2012 13:23:00 GMT -5
Rowan remains standing by where Tank and Rory had slept; glancing around the camp at the sleepers. She doesn't look over towards the trees where her district mates and Jasmine were talking. It was hard to make out her expression in the dark; but she seemed calm. She touched the fresh cut on her forehead; checking that it hadn't opened. Satisfied; she took a seat on the ground and took a long drink of water.
The brunette glanced back towards the lake. After a beat she stood and walked towards Jace.
"I'm going to fill my skin."[/b] She lifts the water skin in her hand. "Want me to fill yours?"[/b] Rowan indicates the lake with a nod of her head.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 23, 2012 14:01:23 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
He was frowning down at his leg, trying to deduce a way to wrap it with...something until they could find a med-kit or some herbs before it ended up infected. As it stood, he was going to have a nasty scar....
...More than one.
And then Rowan's standing there. 'Going down to the lake to fill her skin'. Asking if he wanted his filled too?
It wasn't like him to be suspicious, but he was. Normally he'd just hand it over and let her do it, and he had to think it through. Yes, he needed water. But did he want to chance it....?
"...Yeah. Thanks." He offers the skin. They had Lallek's. And maybe a sponsor would send him clean water later. His brother was probably smacking himself in the forehead, but he wasn't Jan.
He was Jace. If he died as Jace, then so be it.
"Want me to come with? Just in case. The other Tributes might still be out there."
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Post by Seryna on Jun 23, 2012 14:25:18 GMT -5
Rowan turned and peered in the direction of the lake suspiciously. "Yes, that wouldn't be a bad idea. It would be humiliating to be killed while getting water." The district seven turned towards the trees and pointed towards the Lake - hoping the others would get the meaning. At least she was fairly certain they would be able to see her and Jace.
The district seven began walking towards the Lake at a comfortable pace so that Jace could keep up. She glanced at Jace's leg as they walked.
"Have you tried washing it out yet?" She asked him. "We could boil another pot of water in a bit. After we're sure the others are gone." Rowan faced forward as they reached the Lake; lifting her water skin. "Sure would be nice to have easier ways of purifying."[/b]
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Post by Kulvar on Jun 23, 2012 16:22:02 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female
Jasmine nodded.
"I don't wanna fight 'em now... even if'n it'd be best to hit 'em while they're weak. Ah hope we dun havta fight 'em at all..." Jasmine hadn't had any trouble killing the careers. But... Well, deep down inside she didn't think she'd have any trouble killing Lallek or Jace. It bothered her a little bit, but they weren't friends. She knew she couldn't shoot Rory, or Rowan, or Sorrel, or Odin, or Tank. She trusted them and called them friend.
She looked down toward the camp and watched Rowan and Jace walk toward the lake edge. She stifled a yawn. Staying up was starting to get rough. "Ah think Rowan's playing distraction fer us if'n we..." yawn, "wanted to divide stuff up... since th'cowboy seems intent tuh stay 'wake. Thoughts?"
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Jun 23, 2012 16:28:24 GMT -5
Tank watched silently for a moment, studying Rowan and Jace before he responded to Jasmine.
"Rather not attack them... but I won't hold back if they start on us."
Tank noted his teammate's exhaustion.
"Let's get you back to ground so you can sleep. If we're leaving them, may want to keep up appearances before third watch and we can plant the bags."
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Post by Seryna on Jun 23, 2012 16:48:25 GMT -5
The night sky gradually began to lighten to the shade of an eggplant. Rowan finished filling her skin and Jace's returning Jace's skin to him. She returned to camp where she lay down in Rory's place and settled down for sleep. Lallek, Micha and Pearl continued to sleep; although their dreams were likely haunted by stress induced nightmares. Klo was apparently awake and silent.
Those who had remained awake for a shift - Rory, Jace and Jasmine - begin to feel a heavy fatigue. These last few hours are when people sleep the hardest and the hard, uncomfortable ground calls to them. Tank; having rested all through this night; is prepared and the most renewed of the group.
Dawn approaches in two hours... what preparations will be undertaken?
Jace, Rory, Jasmine; post those fatigue rolls.
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Post by Kulvar on Jun 23, 2012 17:02:54 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] 7,7,2,9 (1 successes) Jasmine nodded to Tank. It was a good idea, and her eyelids were getting heavy. "When yuh get them supplies together..." she yawned again, between her quiet whisper. "Make sure tuh get th'arrows... Please." She slung her bow and slid down the tree trunk before making her way back over and next to Pearl, reclaiming her previous sleeping location. She took a glance at the sleeping District 4 Tribute under her winter jacket. She pulled her knees up to her chest and trusted Tank would wake her when it was time to go. Fatigue, mental and physical, was driving her under for sleep. She drifted off wondering how severe the split was going to be. 1,9,1,9,8,9,3,8,4 (5 successes)
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 23, 2012 17:54:47 GMT -5
2012-06-24 00:53:36 Jace Colton rolled 5 dice to "Fatigue" 1,3,8,4,5 (1 successes) "Not yet, no." He probably should at least pour some water over it. Or something. If he let it fester, he knew he could lose his leg at some point. Assuming he didn't die before then. "I'm going to. Just need water." He had a single iodine tablet left and he wanted to save it. It meant he needed to boil the water first. He wasn't willing to chance it yet. He wasn't that desperate. ...Maybe it would rain. That would be nice, and they had a cooking pot to catch water in. Or they could get some snow and let it melt. The tundra had snow. So did the Cornucopia. That might be worth scoping out. He'd talk to Lallek when he woke up. "I'm going to ask, when you split the supplies, for at least a med kit and a few throwing knives for Lallek. And Cade wore the same size boots I do and mine are ruined. I'd appreciate them." He gets the skin filled, looking at the other girl. "I'm asking. Not demanding. In return, you can have the mushrooms that I found. You should cook them before you eat them. Mushrooms can be dangerous if you don't cook them."
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Post by Seryna on Jun 23, 2012 18:22:22 GMT -5
As Rowan prepared to fall asleep; she listened to Jace's request. She straightened and regarded the other tribute; looking him in the eye. The district seven tribute regarded the tribute from district nine. "I don't have any claim to those boots. You can help yourself to them." [/color] She turned and evaluated where Rory and Tank remained in the trees; but remained seated for the moment. "I'll go talk to the others about splitting the supplies."[/color] Rowan surveyed the slumbering tributes in a glance. She noticed Jasmine had placed her coat over Pearl and smiled slightly. "Pearl's a sweetheart, isn't she?"[/color] Rowan remarked. "Its odd how Lallek never seems to write with her, isn't it?"[/color]
She asked; glancing towards Jace. "Them being from the same district and all. Is she taking the third watch?"
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 23, 2012 18:26:58 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
"Fair enough." He'd go get the boots then. It might not be fun to drag them off a dead body, but at least he'd have boots.
"I'm not sure what's going on with Lallek and Pearl. They're from the same District, but there are people from my district I don't know. Micha and I were both Reaped out of..." He frowned, and then half-smiled. Cameras. "It was a coincidence that we're sort-of friends Reaped for the same Games.
"I can't say what's going on with those two. You'd have to talk to Pearl. And I'm not sure if she's getting up for Third Watch."
He was going to let Micha sleep though. Hopefully he'd get to rest a little when they were free and clear tomorrow.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 23, 2012 18:34:34 GMT -5
"You think that Lallek and Pearl don't know each other?"[/color] Rowan tilted her head; a shadow of confusion passing on her face. "I thought that he had taken tessarae out for her. I was pretty sure he had wrote about it during the interview."[/color]
She regarded the sleeping Pearl for a moment. "Oh; I thought you may have worked out a rotation."[/b]
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 23, 2012 19:14:11 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
"I wasn't the one who decided on rotations. That would be your District Partner. And if he did, good on him. That's how I got here. Too much tessarae. I don't like seeing my little brother and sister hungry."
Didn't much like seeing anyone hungry, his family is what brought him to this. Now it was time to fight for himself. Which he would do.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 23, 2012 20:28:24 GMT -5
"It worked out well for us."
Rowan stood up from the ground; wiping leaves off of her pants. "I'll go talk to the others about the packing." She replies. "No promises. "[/b] She glanced towards the sleeping Lallek and Pearl. "I'll see if I can talk to Pearl sometime. The dynamic between those two confuses me. Not sure if there was some deeper connection beyond what we're seeing."
And deeper connections meant loyalties. Loyalties that could end up with people getting hurt if they were on the wrong side. Rowan turned and moved towards where Tank and Rory remained in the trees. Her pack remains on the ground; and she leans down to grip her axe in her right hand as she begins to head towards Tank and Rory.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 24, 2012 0:19:37 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female Tribute"If we're fair and they fight us, they'll lose support. They have to."[/color] Rory whispered. She had to believe that they were going to make it because they were honest. It wasn't a game of chess. Rory would win on the merits of her character or not at all. Rory Noland rolled 8 dice to "Fatigue + Will" 8,3,2,7,2,2,1,3 (1 successes) "Alright. Sleep. Then we leave."[/color] Sleep was claiming her. Rory knew it. So they would have to act fast. So she went to climb down. Rory Noland rolled 7 dice to "Climb Down" 1,7,8,3,10,7,6,2 (2 successes) The climb down was always easier than the climb up. "The arrows are ours. We'll give them Emily's medkit, a pair of boots as well as other things they need. We should leave them Diamond's armor. And we'll take Silver's. We divide up the loot and then wake Pearl and Micha up for their watch. Jace has to sleep. Or he's dead in the water."[/color] Rory whispered before she yawned herself. She knew what it could have sounded like. But honestly Jace was better to his people well-rested than half-dead and dead-tired. Not better for her people. But Jace was once one of Rory's. That deserved an amount of respect.
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Post by grrbot on Jun 24, 2012 18:11:40 GMT -5
Klo drifts off into sleep. 2 hours to sleep until dawn. Then I can go die naturally then be stabbed or beheaded by a tribute. Klo dreams of the cornucopia. Thrall's mad eyes darkening as he knocks the arrow that takes her last remaining bit of eyesight. There is no doubt Klo screams in her sleep. Her body goes warm with a blazing sweat working up as she fights through the nightmare. The nightmare flashes back to before when Klo could see, She spots Cade's eyes, but they aren't there, they're gone. They are just empty sockets. Klo screams and wakes up in a sweat. She calms herself down before resting her head against the oft earth floor again. "Let me die..." She quietly moans as she drifts back into a dream.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 24, 2012 22:04:02 GMT -5
Rowan nodded to Rory. "That sounds fair enough to me. Jace mentioned he's not sure if Pearl's doing a watch. I don't think that they worked it out before the girls went to sleep."[/b]
She glanced towards Tank. "Are you going to wake us before first light?"[/b]
The district seven tribute glanced between her district mates with curiosity in her expression.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Jun 25, 2012 6:59:06 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
Sleeping wasn't something he wanted to do right now.
But between the wounds and the emotional exhaustion, he knew he needed it. He'd let Micha sleep, but he would be no good to anyone if he was nearly dead on his feet in the morning.
So he sat against the tree where Lallek and Micha were sleeping, and at third watch he gently shook the girl to let her know it was her watch. There was too much whispering, but it didn't matter at this point.
He needed sleep or he wouldn't be able to keep up his end of the bargain with Lyme. He would be no good to the cameras. No good for the Arena--wherever he and Lallek ended up tomorrow, he needed to be good for the cameras.
Maybe some inspiration or cleverness would come to him in his sleep.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 25, 2012 12:28:47 GMT -5
Micha roused for her watch as Jace settled down to rest. She stood and brushed leaves from her clothing; glancing around for the others. She doesn't immediately see Rowan, Tank and Rory by the trees. Micha plucked her knife bag from her pack and moved from the sleeping area; standing against a tree that looked over the lake. The district 9 tribute is vigilant; but the third shift is starting out uneventful.
Rory finds her eyes growing heavy. Rowan also yawns as she awaits Tank's answer; rubbing her eyes with her fists. She looks longingly towards the sleepers. "Going to trust that you will wake us before daylight..." Rowan states sleepily. "I can't keep my eyes open any longer. Good night Rory; night Tank." The district seven tribute moves over to where Jasmine sleeps beside Pearl and lays down; placing her winter jacket on the floor as cushion. Her eyes soon are sliding set as she settles down for sleep.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 25, 2012 14:01:14 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female Tribute
"I try really hard to be fair."[/color] Rory yawned, rubbing her eyes. It was the truth. As Rory wasn't big on lying or double speech. She knew going in her disposition would be her downfall. Hell, she volunteered. While she felt good about that, Rory's days were numbered... Probably in the single digits right now.
Rory chuckled when Rowan said the bit about Pearl. "She's supposed to be taking third watch. So Tank if you need her up for the watch, wake her. I'll leave that up to you."[/color]
Rory whispered to Tank, relaying what she wanted him to pack for Jace and Lallek It was fair she thought. 2 water skins, 2 thermals, 1 jacket, 2 flint fire starters, 1 pair of boots, 1 knife, Emily’s medkit, Diamond’s armor, 2 rolls... Rory told Tank to take the two tins of jerky and evenly divide it between them, so Jace and Lallek would get three pieces and they would get three pieces. See. Fair. The Armor she thought was more than generous. And not something she'd think that either Lallek or Jace would have thought about.
"Pack the gear, stand watch, and wake us if there's trouble. But don't go looking for a fight Tank. Wait until we're all rested."[/color] Rory smiled, giving Tank a hug, before she walked over to where Jasmine was sleeping. Rory got as comfortable as she could, resting her tiny frame next to her alliance mate's. It took Rory a moment to relax but as soon as she did, her breathing slowed and she was asleep.
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Jun 25, 2012 17:24:51 GMT -5
Tank waited for an hour or two, giving everyone else a chance to be settled and fully asleep, before he started quietly packing the bag for Jace and Lallek. If Micha asked, he would respond that he was reorganizing the gear. As for Pearl, Tank was willing to let her sleep. If trouble came, then he would wake her dutifully then.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 25, 2012 18:36:28 GMT -5
The hour or two passes by uneventfully. Tank hears nothing but the wind rustling through the trees. Micha watches him reorganize the gear; but quietly continues to survey the lake. She remarks at the beginning: "The other tributes have to come this way eventually for the water. I haven't seen any other water sources around."
Soon; Tank feels that the time has come to wake the departing alliance. It was about an hour until sun rise; when the others would be likely to wake naturally.
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Post by mrbrightside on Jun 25, 2012 22:56:19 GMT -5
They were bad dreams. Horrible dreams filled with pain and the ocean and District 4. His father. Lallek was a child again being scolded by his father. His father roared for his stupidity, for the Games, for trying to take life. And then any coherence is lost to the voice of Lallek's father and his father's knife. No Lallek's knife in his father's hand. The nightmare becomes a haze of darkness and fear.
Lallek tosses and jerks and writhes on the ground as his nightmare climaxes. His hands tear at the gause that hold his wounds. He kicks violently as the nightmare gets worse.
Then he begins to scream. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The voice is deeper than what one would expect. It is grainy and hoarse from lack of use, but tonight it is powered by some horrible corner of his mind. Lallek wails as his nightmare darkens and continues to convulse on the ground.
His eyes don't open and the screams do not stop.
[OOC: Sorry that my posting is slow. The internet is spotty where I am. This post is assumed to occur after Tank has completed packing the bags. Hope to be more regular. All the best. -MrB]
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