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Post by Kazakin on Jun 3, 2012 9:59:55 GMT -5
Thrall drew the bow back half-way, aiming at the girl below him. He paused when she spoke, considering.
Talking to people was not exactly his strong point.
"...And what guarantee do I have that you're not going to choke me when I come down there?" he said, his voice almost languid. The memory of the bloody injuries that he'd inflicted on the Career pack already seemed like something of a dream. Far away and distant. This girl, however, was here right now, and very real.
It would be nice to have another pair of hands for a while.
But he should also probably kill her. Wasn't she a career, too?
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Post by irina on Jun 3, 2012 14:00:11 GMT -5
Kale shrugged. "Keep your bow loaded, if you want to," she responded in the same sort of lazy, lackadaisical manner. If she started ranting and demanding, she was dead.
This required a more gentle manner.
"'Sides, you're the one in the prime position right now. Higher ground is always better. Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm getting pretty hungry."
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Post by Kazakin on Jun 3, 2012 14:04:23 GMT -5
Thrall pursed his lips.
"Fine," he said bluntly, and relaxed the string. He didn't remove the arrow, though. "If you want to help, we'll need to go through this stuff and get moving."
And if she tried anything on the ground, he'd put an arrow in her eyes, too.
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Post by irina on Jun 3, 2012 14:13:41 GMT -5
A small smile tugged at her lips, and Kale nodded in a satisfied manner. So, she would live for another few hours at least. While she wanted, naturally, to last for a long time to come, Kale would not arrogantly assume that she would. The next few hours were all any of them could hope for.
What the other Tributes wouldn't do to each other, the Gamekeepers would surely think of something. But maybe for the moment they would be able to relax, if not heal their wounds. The Career Pack had been hit hard; they were going to need some damned good Sponsors to get over that attack.
Kale was suddenly glad, for the moment that she had remained on her own until this moment. Her parents would, she knew, be furious that she would dare team up with someone like Thrall.
But her parents weren't there, and the young woman figured they could stick their complaints where the sun didn't shine.
"Agreed," Kale replied back. She took several steps from the Cornucopia, until Thrall was able to climb all of the way down. Both for her safety and for his - she would not make the mistake of assuming that temporary teamwork equaled absolute trust.
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Post by Kazakin on Jun 4, 2012 19:25:33 GMT -5
Thrall let himself slide down the side of the golden horn. He kept the arrow braced on Kale, his eyes not moving. He didn't trust her in the slightest... but he had to be fair and admit that she hadn't tried to kill him yet.
"You look strong," he said bluntly. "Help me go through these things." He refilled his quiver. There were plenty of arrows, and he wasn't leaving a single one behind. The wounds ached, but he would deal with that later.
There was armour, too. Food. He glanced briefly up at the sky and imagined the faces of the career pack's parents.
Crippled by a boy from twelve. How they must be humiliated.
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Post by irina on Jun 4, 2012 19:46:28 GMT -5
Kale made no movement to dash forward and attack Thrall, rather she kept herself purposefully still so that even the merest twitch could not be misconstrued as a possible attack. He was good with a bow, but beyond that ability the young woman had no idea as to his mental stability.
He could just as easily try and attack her, as the reverse was true. They were much in the same boat; but at least that boat was filled with food, medicine, clothes and weaponry.
Kale found herself smiling faintly, and she gestured to the packs. "How much do you imagine we can carry?"
She knew her own strength, his was still up in the air.
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Post by Kazakin on Jun 4, 2012 19:55:26 GMT -5
"Given enough time? All of it," Thrall said distantly. "Why leave it for the wolves? They ran off that way..." He glanced around, strapping an arm bracer on. "So we're going that way." He pointed in the opposite direction, towards the wasteland.
"We'll make as many trips as we can. If you're as strong as you look, we should be able to hide all this stuff away before nightfall. They won't dare return before then."
No animal would dare an obvious ambush.
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Post by irina on Jun 4, 2012 20:13:52 GMT -5
Kale shrugged calmly. "Well, I don't intend to leave it lying around for the others, in any case." She jerked a thumb in the direction the Careers had hobbled off in.
She stood for a moment, assessing the packs.
"Alright then, let's grab some things and head out. There's no use in hanging around."
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Post by Kazakin on Jun 4, 2012 20:56:22 GMT -5
Thrall prioritised the food, tree sleeping kits and medicine, a set of throwing knives and a spare bow before he gave Kale an abrupt nod.
Sooner or later, he would have to kill her, of course, but maybe they could stay alive together for a little while.
Besides, it would at worst, give him an extra food supply.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 5, 2012 0:34:34 GMT -5
The two person alliance was given no opposition as they gathered their hard earned rewards. Most of the items were compact and light, designed for travel. As they surveyed the arena; no other tributes were in sight. Surely they were off licking their wounds. Had any of the tributes ran for the Wasteland already? Had they glimpsed any one heading in that direction?
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Post by Seryna on Jun 5, 2012 19:57:55 GMT -5
Dusk began to fall over the Cornucopia...
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
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 Seryna on Jun 6, 2012 13:34:22 GMT -5
As the two tributes pack up their gear and makes plans for their next location; a plume of smoke can be seen rising over the trees in the Forrest. Someone is building a fire... One could probably reach the fire in about an hour...
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Post by Seryna on Jun 6, 2012 20:42:54 GMT -5
Six careers move into the Cornucopia as dusk falls. Diamond and Emerald are supporting Cade while Emily guides Klo across the flat ground. Silver walks behind the group; his sword gleaming in the available light. He watches over the group; waiting for every one to proceed into the woods. The big tribute is the last one to step into the woods; heading towards the plume of smoke.
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Post by Kazakin on Jun 7, 2012 14:46:07 GMT -5
Thrall, taking the last remnant of the Wealth towards the Wasteland, smiled grimly. He wasn't happy, but he thought that this might have been coming.
They had been hurt. They had been made to feel weak.
So like a wounded animal, they were lashing at something they thought was puny enough to die.
He shook his head slightly, and slipped off, back towards the Wasteland. Whoever had been foolish enough to build a fire might end up paying with their lives, but he hoped they took a Career with them.
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Post by irina on Jun 9, 2012 14:22:55 GMT -5
With a last look around at the Cornucopia, Kale hefted packs onto her back and trailed after Thrall. The new rules were... interesting.
She could only imagine what the other Tributes thought of it, but surely one or two of them would be happy.
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