Arena 10:40a.m
The careers had just counted the fallen tributes they had killed at the bloodbath, and waited for the sound of their cannons. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Each cannon followed by a picture in the sky of the dead tribute. But only 6 cannons had sounded, and the careers had counted 7. They recounted over and over, until it dawned on them. Someone wasn't dead.
Gamemakers Control Room
Seneca Crane, head Gamemaker, stood in front of a large screen complete with a map of the 57th Hunger Games arena, and hidden cameras eying each tributes every move. Each gamemaker has their own personal screen, where their job is to make each Hunger Games as interesting, and bloody as possible. If not liked by the citizens of the capital, consequences could be death, proving being a Gamemaker isn't the easiest job ever.
Seneca silently sighed knowing he was right not to sound cannon for the boy who had just crawled away from the bloodbath, barely alive. He had taken a kick to the head and an axe blow to the chest, but somehow managed to hold on to his life. The last Gamemaker made the mistake of sounding cannon when a tribute was still alive, and let's just say, he's no longer living. He watched the careers wander around for a bit, looking for their missing kill, before he walked back to his chair to give orders on what creäture would be implanted into the arena.
Back to Arena, 11:25a.m
Clinton Dachner, with his jacket covered in blood and dirt, limped to a tree, using the support of a stick he had found in the forest. Gazing up at the sky, He immediately felt safer knowing he had some protection from the tall tress above him. He had made plans to ally with Ariana Phan, instead she ran straight for the trees, while Clinton took off for the cornucopia.
He used the lowest branch he could find to pull himself up the tree, and then placed his stick on a higher one. He climbed two more branches until feeling high enough up. He proudly sat the small backpack on his lap that he had grabbed from the cornucopia. He slowly removed its contents, a bottle, a knife, a jar full of cream, and a nicely folded blanket tucked on the bottom. He grabbed his knife and began sharpening his stick, as spear throwing was his specialty.
Arianna Phan walked through the forest holding a rock in one hand. Not far from the opening of where the cornucopia resides, she found a small river. She cupped her hands filled them with water and immediately began to drink it. To thirsty to check if it was poisonous. Used to walking barefoot, she removed her right boot and filled it with water, and quickly trekked off, knowing the careers would probably attempt to claim the spot. As she ran off she noticed something. The river had begun to freeze over.
5 days ago, District 5
Cornelius Sparks helped carry metal poles to the equipment manager. "We need these up by tomorrow." Huge thunder-storm coming, it would be a shame if we didn't harvest its electricity," Said the manager. Partnered with District 3, they had invented advanced underground lightning poles that run all through District 1, 2, 3, and of course 5. The system takes electricity from lightning rods, and gives power to the districts, which is then sent and used to power the capital. Cornelius soon left his morning shift, and headed to the Reaping's.
Scarlet Skim did her usual welcome speech followed by the somewhat lengthy video of why the Hunger Games are held as an event, and why all the boys and girls of ages 12-18 are pulled from their homes to attend the annual Reaping.
"It's time, its time!" Time for me to pick this year's tributes, to represent District 5 in the 57th Hunger Games!" She picked the girl Nesmith Mite. And then picked Cornelius out of the glass jar. "Cornelius Sparks!" Cornelius walked on stage and stared intensely at the crowed. As he and Nessie (as everyone calls her) walked to the car that takes them to the train, he skipped saying goodbye to anyone. Cornelius noticed Nessie crying softly, he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll end you quickly" There was no more crying after that.
Arena 12:30a.m
Clinton sat in the tree with the blanket over him. He had decided that he was going to stay up all night. He had applied the cream to his wound, but was still in no position to move, even though he didn't feel a thing. "BOOM!" The cannon sounded in the distance, followed by the picture of Nesmith Mite. That was the first sound in about an hour, but there were more sounds coming his way, footsteps. People were coming.
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