Dead List:
Hareld Wyre
Jenna Monroe
Nathaniel Merezald
Pau Furnely
Ginevra Helena di Cosimo
Patrick Volta
Day Two
The sun rose early in the Arena, but the tributes welcomed it. The temperatures had dropped low that night, and many had suffered without blankets or sleeping bags. A few had managed to collect sticks and create small fires, but those far from the forest found that wood was few and far between.
The Careers had taken it in turn to stay up on watch, each doing a couple of hours before waking the next person. They had the huge amount of supplies to help them along, and all had warm sleeping bags and extra clothes. Also they had found a bundle of wood, and had kept a fire going as well.
Cleo had taken the early morning watch, and woke the others up when the sun rose. After a breakfast of rolls and meat, they sat down to discuss what to do that day.
'Let's get out an' kill some tributes!' said Jayson, slapping his thighs impatiently.
'No, we can't just march out and kill people! We need to sort ourselves out first,' replied Niall.
'Personally, I'm parched. We need to go and get some water from that lake over there,' said Sparkle.
'But we can't all go and get water,' said Cleo. 'Two people should go, three should stay and guard the camp.'
'I'll go,' said Skye, shrugging. If he was really lucky, he might get to swim a bit.
'I'll go too,' said Niall, standing up. They found a large metal water canister and some purifying tablets in the Cornucopia and set off towards the lake. They walked in silence, not having much to say. When they reached the edge of the lake, Niall started to unscrew the lid of the canister.
Seeing the clear, cool water was too much for Skye to bear. Pulling off his shirt, jacket and trainers, he ran forward and jumped into the lake. Niall looked up in surprise as Skye resurfaced just in front of him, bobbing in the water.
'Quit messing around,' snapped Niall, scowling. 'And come and help me with this canister!'
'Oh come on,' said Skye. 'It's really nice in here – don't you know how to swim?'
'Of course I know how to swim!' spluttered Niall, heaving the now-full canister onto the bank.
'Then what are you waiting for?' Niall frowned at him for a moment, before sighing and stripping down to his trousers and carefully stepping in. But as his toe touched the water, Skye grabbed his leg and pulled him in.
'Hey!' cried Niall as he reappeared, soaking wet. Skye just laughed and swum away out of reach. 'I'm gonna pay you back for that!' He grabbed Skye and dunked him in the water. Skye rugby-tackled him back and they fell, laughing, under the water.
When the boys returned to the camp fifteen minutes later, the others eyed their wet hair and clothes critically.
'Did you fall in?' asked Cleo, raising an eyebrow.
'More jumped,' replied Skye, opening the canister. 'Anyone care for a drink?'
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Tabytha watched, hidden between two houses, as Niall and Skye stripped off and jumped into the water. She smiled her devious smile. It would be easy to get those two to fall for her. Maybe not the big one so much, but definitely the two messing around in the water.
The only fly in the ointment was the girls. She had watched them too, from afar, and had seen that they would be fiercely protective of the boys. There was no way she could seduce any of them while Cleo and Sparkle were around.
The good part was Cleo and Sparkle were definitely not doing anything romantic with those boys. Hopefully when she turned up they would be all "starved for love" and would be putty in her hands.
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Scott Fosters slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on the hard, dusty floor of a house, wrapped in the ragged curtain he had torn from the window with the backpack as a pillow. He carefully sat up, rubbing the cricks and pains from his neck.
'I could massage it, if you like,' he jumped and looked around to see Sephiria curled up in the corner of the house. She slowly unfolded her arms and legs and walked over.
'When did you turn up?' he asked suspiciously.
'You were asleep.'
'Have you been up all night?'
'I slept a bit. Did you know you snore?'
He ignored the last part. 'What do you want?'
'To stay with you. We can help each other. I know plants and knots and stuff. You're strong and you can fight,' she said solemnly. 'So – will we join?'
Scott shrugged, fiddling with a loose strap on the backpack. 'Well, okay, I guess.'
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Amore and Odio had taken it in turns to stay up and watch. Amore opened her eyes to find Odio fast asleep against a wall. Sighing, exasperated, she cuffed him over the head to wake him up.
'What would have happened if a Career walked in?' she scolded.
'We would be deep in it,' replied Odio.
'Exactly. Come on, let me have a look at that leg,' she said. She had cut off the bottom of her linen shirt and used it as a bandage. The wound was long and jagged, but it wasn't deep, and she vaguely knew that rough-edged wounds healed faster than straight cut ones.
'What about your face?' asked Odio worriedly, gently touching the cuts on her face.
'They're just scratches,' replied Amore, shoving his hand away. 'Come on, we need to get out and find something for breakfast. Do you think you can walk?'
'I'm not a cripple!' Odio pulled himself to his feet and walked a few steps. 'See – I'm fine!'
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Jessalyn narrowed her eyes, and pulled back the string of the bow. Her index and middle finger were hooked around the shaft of the arrow, while the third and pinky steadied the string. Her other had held the bow itself, aiming it at the stray dog that was scuffling its way down the street.
She let the arrow fly, and it hit the dog in the neck. She leapt off her perch – a windowsill – and ran over, quickly stabbing the dog to put it out of its misery. It was skinny, not much meat at all on it, but she didn't need much.
She then proceeded to skin and gut the dog before spitting it over a fire. There was enough for one meal and a bit more. The meat was tough, charred on the outside and undercooked on the inside, but as long as it was edible, she didn't give a damn.
'C-Can I have some?' she spun around to see Dawn Shentell watching her from the doorway of the house. Jessalyn pulled out the knife, but Dawn looked so small and sweet that she realised she couldn't do it. 'Please don't kill me!'
'I'm not going to,' Jessalyn pulled the remaining meat, a leg, off the dog carcass. 'Here, have this.' Dawn took it, her eyes wide in amazement at the meat she had been given, before hurriedly eating it, as if she was worried someone was about to steal it. Jessalyn watched her for a few moments, before standing up and heading for the door. As she did Dawn spoke:
'Don't go near the woods. They're dangerous, there's something in them,' she whispered.
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Kai Septor slept on the parapet. He figured that it didn't look like it was about to rain, and the parapet gave a good view of the Arena. When he awoke he was surprised to see a grey rectangle heading towards him. Thinking it was a trick of the Capitol, he quickly sat up and scrambled away from it, rubbing his bleary eyes to clear them.
He realised it was a great parachute – there was a small package dangling from it. He caught it just before it landed and tore it open, a grin on his face. Inside lay a small box of matches, a few purification tablets, two palm-sized rolls of bread and three strips of dried beef.
He stuffed them in his pockets, suddenly full of happiness. There were people out there who cared for him, who were willing to give their money to help him survive. Jumping to his feet he grinned and called out 'Thank you!'
All he needed now was to find a weapon. He didn't think it would be hard, as long as the Capitol had hidden things in the Arena – and he was sure they would. The fact he was surrounded by barracks was perfect as well.
It was slightly eerie, walking through the streets. It was like being in a ghost town. He went up to the first barrack and pushed on the door. It wouldn't budge. Feeling this was a good sign, if the Capitol wanted to keep him out. Examining the door, he found the wood was rotten and weak.
Walking back a few steps, he ran forward and slammed it with his shoulder. It hurt like hell, but the wood cracked. He managed to tear open a hole big enough to squeeze through. The light inside was dim, as the shutters were closed, but there was enough for him to see.
At first it looked like there was just a load of junk. Single boots with holes in, broken bows, rusted swords. But after the effort he had put to getting in – his shoulder still ached – he wasn't about to just leave.
The swords were all hanging in their scabbards. He walked down the row, pulling each one out in turn before dropping it back in. They were all blunt, or broken, or covered in rust. One had a scabbard that was so old that the end had come off. He nearly just passed it by, but decided to check it anyway.
When he pulled it out he discovered it wasn't a sword but a thin hunting knife. The leather on the handle was peeling and cracked but the blade was surprisingly good. With a smile, he found it a new scabbard and tied it to his belt.
The day was looking up.
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Violet Queens was in a bad mood. She had lost the fight against the girl from District Eleven of all places. Well, the fight hadn't ended properly, as the girl had run off. But she'd still got most of the food in that tin.
She was in such a bad mood that she didn't watch where she was walking, and nearly fell into the lake. She found herself on the edge of the water and quickly scrambled away. She didn't like going near large expanses of water, not since her brother's death. And this lake was just too similar.
But she needed water. Her throat was parched, and the jerky hadn't done anything to help. Slowly she approached the water, watching where she placed her feet so she didn't slip, before kneeling down to drink. She'd drunk natural lake water before, and decided that her guts were up to it.
As her lips touched the water, she felt someone shove her from behind. Caught off-guard, she tumbled head first into the lake, swallowing and inhaling a load of water as she did. When she emerged, sopping wet and coughing water out of her lungs, she saw the District Twelve girl, Trix Lexon, grinning at her.
'Couldn't resist it,' she laughed, before turning and running off down an alleyway. As she did she turned back and called: 'At least I didn't stab you!'
Violet climbed out of the water and leant against a wall, heart pumping, water pooling around her. For a second, she had thought she was going to die like her brother, trapped under the water, unable to breathe.
It took a while for her heart to slow to normal pace, and her hands to stop shaking, but when they did she hauled herself to her feet and started to sort herself out. The beef jerky in her pocket was fine, but the roll was soggy and waterlogged. Sighing, she threw it into the lake, and headed off to find some more food.
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Ember Gildern carefully placed the last twig on the pile, before picking up the two sticks that would serve as firelighters. Skilfully he twirled the sticks together in his palms, making them hot with the friction. Finally a spark flew out and hit the pile. There was a pause, then a crackle, and then to his relief, flames appeared.
He had managed to kill a stray dog using the jagged edges of a broken sword from the barracks. It was a mangy, flea-infested old thing but there was meat on the bone. He had also managed to skin it using the broken sword. He'd done it messily, but he didn't really care.
As he started to cook the meat, crouched in the barracks, he heard the door swing open behind him. Looking around, he felt his heart jump into his mouth. For in the doorway stood the crazy girl, Lottie Blacilla. Dried blood stained her chin and shirt, and a crazed look was in her eye.
'You left a trail,' she said in a singsong voice. She pointed to the droplets of blood that had fallen from the dog as he had carried it in. 'I want the treasure.'
He grabbed the broken sword, and also a branch that he'd broken from a tree. The end was wrapped in some strips of material he had ripped off his t-shirt and linen shirt. A perfect quick weapon.
He placed the branch in the flames until it too was on fire, before brandishing it at Lottie. 'Get away from me! Get away!'
'I just want the treasure,' Lottie started to creep forward, towards the food spitted above the flames. Ember couldn't let her get the food or he would starve. Quickly he grabbed the end of the spit, ignoring the fact it burnt his hand. Angered, Lottie turned and sprang at him, but he whacked her in the side with the branch, before dropping it and running for his life.
That's the end of Day Two! Wow I updated fast, didn't I? I guess I'm about ot go on holiday so I didn't want to mess around with transferring documents…
Anyway, here's the Dead List:
Hareld Wyre
Jenna Monroe
Nathaniel Merezald
Pau Furnely
Ginevra Helena di Cosimo
Patrick Volta
Nobody died this chapter so it's shorter than others. The chapters with lots of deaths will have more, as will really important chapters.
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