When you watch the games, you see all their movements; everything as it happens. When your in the games, however, you have to wait to find out yourself. The TV won't tell you in here. You also see how they react, to everything. Deaths, surprises, everything. So I'm pretty sure the world was at the edge of their seats when I reacted to that cannon.
I grabbed my axe and crawled quickly out of the tent, my first sights included a mangled body, a mutation and Damiean, long ginger hair streaked with blood. The mutation had a bear-like figure yet the speed and strength of a large wild cat, such as a lion or tiger. Its long claws swooped through the hazy air as it tried to maul its prey, which, at the moment, was Damiean. He had a sword in his hand and had made several wounds in the bear already. From behind, I sneaked up and threw a couple of axes into the bear's back before it fell to the ground with a sword in his chest. The loud thud as it hit the ground echoed through the forest.
"Morning," Damiean sang to me with a smile. I slapped him hard around the face, leaving a clear red handprint stinging his cheek.
"What was that for?" He cried as he staggered away from me, clutching his cheek.
"Oh, I wonder, PERHAPS IT'S THE FACT YOU DECIDED TO TAKE ON AN EIGHT FOOT TALL BEAR, ON YOUR OWN, WITHOUT WAKING ME UP!" I slapped him again; he was now clucthing both of his cheeks.
"Chill Kynda, it's not like anyone died." I turned and pointed to the mangled carcass lying on the ground.
"ARE YOU BLIND? SHE'S DEAD!" I went to slap him again when he stepped back, giving me an angry glare from slightly tearful eyes.
"It's fine. She ran out of the forest, followed by the bear. I hid behind the tent. She screamed for my help until the bear finished her off. The cannon sounded and we killed it. I don't see what's so wrong about that, Kynda..."
AOR
Yesterday 1:10PM
There was a long tense pause. I lurched towards him and he flinched, ready for my painful attack. When I hugged him, he gave a little squeak with a puzzled look on his face. After a few seconds hesitation, he wrapped his arms gently round me.
"Wake me up next time. And don't do anything stupid." I scolded and realeased him, knowing that neither of us liked "effectionate touching". We checked out the carcass on the floor. Her limbs had been vigorously ripped off and she had wounds on her head and torso. It was the girl from 4; at least she couldn't drone on about fish any more. We kicked her aside and packed up, ready to go. We (well I did) estimated by the height of the sun that is was around four in the morning. We were off to find water but I think the thing Damiean wanted to find most was Summer.
We had walked a few hours without meeting any other tributes. We also didn't meet any water. We found some berries, though, that looked plump. Damiean checked them out and they were good to eat. They quenched our thirst a little but minutes later we were thirsty again. Damiean walked very noisily. Perhaps that was why we haven't seen anyone. I could tell by the crunch of the ground below the terrain.
"Damiean" He turned to me, panting slightly as I spoke. "What if we never find any water?"
"We will. There's got to be some somewhere or we can rely on Haymitch." He pointed up to the sky.
"Haymitch?" I asked.
"Yeah, he is our mentor."
"Haymitch?" I said again.
"Yes, I don't see how you can't trust him."
"Haymitch, the one that agreed, I wasn't allowed sponsors." The was a pause.
"Oh yeah... Well you've got me, and he is allowed to send me sponsors, so... well, we can trust him, or I can trust him." The terrain beneath our feet, I could tell by Damiean's walking, was changing to more of a splattering noise.
"Damiean." He turned to me again I pointed below. We were stood in a pool of blood.