Ryker Underwood, 18, District Seven Male
He doesn't like the night.
The stars are shining still, the sun refusing to rise and start off the fourth day in this arena. Marshall is still slumbering next to him, snoring steadily as he tries to catch some sleep before it's his turn to keep watch. Then again, there's only one more shift before morning comes. They don't have long before they have to keep moving.
A rustle in the fields causes him to shiver, clutching his axe close to him as he sits in the shoulder-high wheat. He doesn't think that any tributes will be combing through the arena at night - other than the careers, perhaps, but that still doesn't mean that they aren't. He's got to stay alert as he possibly can. If not, he might be the next one to die.
Ryker's not going to die.
He wonders if Bella is watching. His twin has never liked the Games, but she cares about him, that much he knows. She might be watching alongside her parents, anxiously hoping that he can continue to survive through the days. But then again, she might be asleep by now. He's got no idea what time it is in the arena, let alone in Seven. All he can hope is that she still cares about him. Of course, she does! She's his twin sister, after all! And she's forced to watch the Games anyway. She'll see him fight, she's likely seen everything from the bloodbath to Aris.
Sabrina should be watching as well. His girlfriend should still be in her house, watching the small television that they have in the corner as she hopes against hope that he can make it to the next day.
He hopes so too.
A rustle in the bushes startles him and he stands up, looking to see if anything is skulking around the small camp that they've taken up in the middle of the fields. But nothing is around the perimeter that he travels, only the sound of a bird flying through the night. He's still safe.
Of course he is. He's overreacting, that's all. The arena's gotten to him. Perhaps he'll go mad, like the old lumberjacks in Seven who claim to have seen will'-o-the-wisps floating through the forests surrounding the Capital of Seven. There aren't any in the woods, of course, but it still couldn't stop him from looking around him whenever he saw a light in the woods during one of the night shifts. He's got to keep calm and continue to survive. That's the only thing he can focus on right now, not silly noises around the camp.
He looks into the distance and sees what might be the sun just barely starting to rise, sending the first small rays of light into the fields. Ryker rolls over and pokes Marshall, not stopping until the tired boy wakes up. "Your turn to guard."
Ryker doesn't wait for Marshall to take position, curling up on the ground and using one of the backpacks as a pillow for his weary head. He doesn't even dream as he falls asleep, he's too tired to. He's just trying to scavenge as much energy as he can for the day.
The next thing Ryker knows, the sun is out and Marshall is pulling him onto his feet. "It's been a while since you went to sleep. I figure we should get moving, you know? It's full morning."
Ryker nods blearily and rubs his eyes, feeling a sore spot in his back he must have slept on a rock. Darn it. "I guess I'm ready. Moving around will do me good. Are we going to the woods today?"
"Of course. No point in remaining in the fields any longer when we've searched almost every bit of them." Marshall sets off first for the dark forests, leaving Ryker to grab a backpack and scurry after him. The two settle into a quick gait, almost jogging their way to the forests. Marshall grins as they reach the edge of the fields after a few minutes of quick walking, turning around to look at Ryker. "You ready to do this?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," Ryker replies, quickly walking into the forest alongside Marshall. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the darker environment, his pupils dilating so that he can see better in the forest. "Wow, dark in here."
"No kidding." Marshall rubs his eyes quickly, breathing in the fresh air of the forest. He smiles as he takes an arrow and notches it to the string of his bow, then sits down onto the ground sheepishly. "Sorry, but I've gone blind."
"Are you sure?" Ryker asks, peering at Marshall on the ground before sitting next to the boy from Ten. "It's pretty dark in here."
"I'm certain," is the exasperated reply from Marshall, who obviously is annoyed with this turn of events. "I wish the game makers just stopped doing this altogether. If they ever see us in a fight, watch them turn one of us blind just for laughs."
Ryker shudders and stands back up, looking around him at the forest as Marshall waits impatiently for the blindness to wear off. It's a rather thick pine forest, with plenty of orange needles adorning the ground and providing bits of colour for him to see. "Are you ready to go yet?"
The reply comes seconds later, Marshall rising back to his feet and grabbing the fallen bow and arrow. "Now I am."
Ryker nods and continues to walk with his ally, looking about him as they search for the girl from Five. He can't let his guard down, not even in the daytime. He's got to be ready before the girl finds them.
And if she does, he'll be the first to die.
Moon Kraków, 17, District Twelve Female
She's checking her traps again.
No cannons have echoed throughout the arena since the second day, but she still wants to make sure that she hasn't caught anyone yet. It would be a wonderful surprise to find a tribute with their leg pierced in the trap, or vainly trying to crawl out while their leg gets more and more infected from all of the loose dirt caking the sides of the holes.
The first one hadn't yielded any results, not even the hint of a creature passing through it as she feels around for the loose wheat that marks her trap. Darn it all. But she still has two more to check, and she'll continue her foray into the arena. It feels nice to be out in the open air once more. It's much freer than the water she had hidden in yesterday. She's not going back to that shack again.
Maybe it would be best to move to the barn in the distance. From what she can tell, no one's hiding there or even going in, and she needs somewhere to shelter when the looming storm finally decides to strike. It's probably coming tomorrow, but she still would rather be able to get there tonight and find a good hiding spot. You never do know if some other tribute would decide to wander into the barn as the storm begins.
But she doesn't have to think about that now. Right now, it's time to see if she can't find any animals or tributes in her traps. It would be nice if she caught one of the rabbits bounding through the fields. She's had rabbit meat before, and it's amazing if she takes off the skin and let it roast above an open fire.
She continues her journey throughout the field, pushing the wheat aside as she walks directly to the next path she had spent all of day one and two to successfully create. Her legs don't ache anymore from all of that running, but they had flared up yesterday in a way that made her have to find a gully in the fields and lie down while she waited for the cramping in her legs to subside.
A bird flies over the sky and caws hoarsely at Moon, heading towards the river. The wind is starting to pick up again after it had subsided last night, warning the arena of a coming storm. Maybe some of the careers didn't realize that the storm was coming any day now, but she was going to heed the wind's warning. After she finished checking her traps, she would walk to where she had hidden her backpack and hike towards the red barn in the distance.
She blinks and opens her eyes to see nothing, the blindness back in full force. Moon takes a quick step back and sits down on the ground, breathing deeply in and out. Four days, and she can't get used to these waves of blindness. She relies on her vision for survival, not hearing or scents or any of the other senses. She hates whatever the game makers put into her with the tracker. It's going to be a good day when she can finally move around without having to worry about going blind. At least it could have been worse. If she had gotten too close to her second trap, she might have managed to fall in and spear her leg.
It's only a minute, but she finally manages to regain her sight and stand back up on her own two feet. At least she's safe for another few hours. After the initial waves, her blindness has settled into a steady pattern of re-occurring around every six hours. That's plenty of time for her to make it to the barn and settle in for the afternoon.
The arena is still quiet as she moves toward the second trap, making a large circle around the trap itself once she reaches the path. She won't let herself get caught. She's not getting caught in her own trap. That's too ironic for her to succumb to.
The wind slows down once more - can't the game makers make up their minds about whether it's a calm or a windy day? - and she keeps moving towards the third trap, idly remembering the second day's death. She hadn't seen the girl from Seven die in the water, but she had seen the girl from Five leap up onto the riverbank from the safety of the fields that she had spent most of the Games in. The boat is likely at the bottom of the river by now, peacefully hidden from view. Maybe the game makers will dry up the river and let the boat be seen again, but Moon suspects that the game makers won't be doing that anytime soon. It's much more beneficial for them to keep the water at its current levels, especially with the last death.
A rustle in the fields causes her to turn, but she passes it off as some random animal. She's almost at her trap, anyway. She'll be leaving for a safe place soon enough.
As she steps onto the path, a sudden cry of recognition causes her to turn around and look up. It's a tribute - no, it's the careers, all hot on the trail that Moon's spent so much time on during the past few days.
Panem, help her keep her composure. Because if she even gives any sign that the path is a trap, she'll lose quite possibly her only chance at harming the strongest alliance in the arena right now.
The careers come closer and Moon starts to turn around, forcing a shrill scream to emit from her lips and resonate in the air around her. That'll at least make them think that she's afraid. Then she starts to run slowly, looking behind her in hidden delight to see them all.
The girl from One is at the front of the group, yelling something incoherently to her pack-mates as they continue on their journey towards Moon. Next comes the boy from Two, then the girl, and the boy from Four finishes the group. They're all here.
Moon trips over her feet and lies on the ground to provide some incentive, causing another yell of delight to come from the careers. But before they reach her, a shrill scream of panic comes from the girl from One as she topples into the hole. The boy and girl from Two, too close to her to stop, topple into the hole as well before the boy from Four falls in on top of them all. Funny, their screams take a few extra seconds to start sounding, and she can't even see them in the hole. Surely they wouldn't have all fallen on one another, would they?
She tiptoes closer to the pit and gasps as she sees that the pit is around twelve feet deep now and the stakes are collapsed onto their sides instead of sticking up lethally, a cannon booming as she looks down at the mass of careers at the bottom of the hole. She flees before they see her, one single thought filling her brain as she makes for the barn.
She's caught the careers. But the hole's bigger. Much bigger. That must mean only one thing -
The game makers are on her side.
Taffeta Paisley, 18, District One Female
She yawns as the careers continue their hunt throughout the fields, keeping pace with Keelan at the back of the pack. Isa's elected to take the spot of watching the supplies today, telling them all that she'd be expecting them back by supper. It's nice for Taffeta to finally get out and hunt once more. She might not like all of the endless walking that goes on in this hunt, but she lives for the moment that they'll spot a tribute and race after them, ready to take out another tribute in this arena.
Zora yawns and looks towards the river, shivering slightly as a breeze hits her. "I hope that it won't get too cold later on in the day. I've enjoyed the warm air in here."
The others nod and keep moving, looking around them to see if they can spot any tributes. Outliers are always sneaky little things; masters of camouflage and deception. She wouldn't be surprised if one was right under her nose.
"Who's still left, Keelan?" she asks in a sultry tone, running her fingers down his arm as they continue to walk. "I've forgotten."
Keelan blushes at the touch and strokes his chin, trying to remember the faces in the sky. "Um, there's us five, plus the boy from Three, Seamus or something? Then the girl from Five and the boy from Seven, and… the girl from… Ten? Or is it Eleven? Anyways, the boy from Twelve, starts with a B but I don't know the name… um, oh, it's the girl from Nine, not Ten! And then there are a few others, the boy from Ten one of them. I can't remember the last one. Do you know it?"
Taffeta shrugs, scratching her shoulder and looking up at the sky. She hadn't paid attention to the deaths on Day One, more focused on Isa and her acceptance into the pack. "I don't know, but it's not like they're a threat. That goes to Ashrifah and Giovanna, and Marshall as well."
She moves towards Zora and smirks, looking towards the fields. "See anything yet, fearless leader?"
"We think that there's a path in the distance. You see the trampled down wheat? Sure sign of a tribute who had ran through here and tried to escape. And from the looks of it, they might have used the path a few more times than they should have. We're heading towards there."
Taffeta peers towards the spot, seeing the broken stalks of wheat and the flattened trail. "I see it. I could lead us there, you know. I'd love to get a kill."
Zora nods curtly and allows Taffeta to take the lead, all walking on the path. It's time to hunt.
As she walks at the front of the pack, going down this strange path that obviously means that a tribute's been walking down here many times, she spots a glimmer of clothing in the distance. "Guys, I see a tribute over there. A tribute!"
Zora is the first to react, pushing Taffeta towards the girl and yelling at Ajax and Keelan to start running. "We're not losing this one! Don't stop, even if you're going to go blind! We're going to get a kill today!"
The others cheer and sprint after Taffeta, all eager for a kill. She breathes in deeply and prepares to stab the girl with her knives, keeping her eyes on the girl. It's one of the outliers, possibly the girl from Twelve. It looks like her anyway, all skin and bone and olive tones that conflict with the bright colour of her clothing. She'll be an easy kill. She didn't score too high in training, anyway. Or was that the girl from Eleven? She hadn't been paying much attention to the training scores after District Seven; content with the information she had gathered. She had turned her focuses on blocking out Luxx instead, snidely making comments about him as that endless broadcast of score reveals continued and whispering to Ben about how he couldn't be trusted in the pack. She feels no remorse for what she did to her district partner. The boy had deserved it, especially how he had ripped the opportunity for glory away from his twin. She had only been dealing justice in the bloodbath, after all.
She sprints faster when the girl trips, desperately trying to keep ahead of her allies. She doesn't know who's going to get this kill, but she'll be damned if she loses the chance to get it just because she slows down in this sprint towards the fallen tribute. She's going to get the sponsors that she deserves, not things like the snake in Day Two's package. She's going to grab the respect she deserves with this kill.
The wheat seems slightly weaker up ahead, but Taffeta pays no attention to it as she hurries towards the girl from Twelve. Oh, she's so close - so close - so close that she can almost taste the blood of the girl -
And then she's falling through the air, the bottom of a - a hole in the middle of the path looming ever closer as she tries to claw her way back up. Time slows down as she falls to the bottom, but it doesn't change her fate. She's falling down, right onto sharpened stakes sticking out of the ground.
Her body knocks over most of the stakes as she lands so that the other careers aren't pierced by the lethal pieces of wood, but it doesn't matter anyway to Taffeta. She's already gone.
Isa James, 15, District Six Female
It's starting to get colder in the cornucopia.
It's probably just the wind, but that thought doesn't stop Isa from peering outside and looking for any clouds in the sky, blocking out the sun. And there are, a gargantuan wall of grey waiting at the edge of the arena. Sooner or later, there'll be a storm ripping through the arena.
Hopefully, her allies get back here before the storm starts.
She draws the blankets she had taken from the cornucopia tighter around her body, shivering in the breeze. Hopefully, the game makers decide to make the arena warmer later on in the Games. She doesn't like to be in the cold, never has, and she doesn't know if there are any warm jackets in the cornucopia. She'll have to go look for some tonight.
The cannon that had boomed earlier in the day is still unnerving her, the thought that it might be one of the careers making her whimper nervously inside of her blankets. She doesn't want the pack to go down to four members, not after she worked so hard to get into it. Maybe it was a kill of theirs. That would cheer Zora up a bit, at least.
A snarl comes from outside of the thorn bushes and she jolts back to reality, looking for the cause of the noise. It sounds like a dog or something like it, what with the fierce snarl and what almost sounded like a bark. Isa grabs her weapon and grabs her thin, bright-green jacket, shrugging it over her shoulders before heading out to investigate the noise. But before she leaves the cornucopia, she pauses and grabs a sword instead. She'd rather have a weapon with more reach than her small knives in this situation.
She walks down the meadow and through the tunnel, fingering her sword as she walks towards the noise. It's probably some mutt that the game makers made, something to scare her back into the cornucopia until the careers come back. But she's not going to let herself get intimidated by some silly mutt. She'll slaughter the beast and prove that she belongs in the careers as much as any of the others. She might not have to prove that, but the fact that she killed a mutt will give her a confidence boost. She can play the role of the killer much better once she actually kills a tribute.
She hears the howl once more and holds the sword in front of her, narrowing her eyes and baring her teeth. If it comes any closer, she can intimidate the dog before she slices it to bits. Dogs always cowered whenever she yelled at them back in her neighbourhood. This shouldn't be any different. It shouldn't.
She hopes.
The sun is starting to set, leaving a gloomy light to illuminate the arena. It makes her shiver slightly as she continues to search for the mutt, trying to focus on her mission. Everything seems so much gloomier in the dark. She wants to go back to the campfire, back to safety.
But she can't. Not until she kills the beast and proves that she's just as good as the rest of the careers. Only then she'll be able to go back to safety.
Another howl pierces the air and she yells back in rage, slicing her sword through the air. First, she sees nothing around her, then the gleaming eyes of some animal staring back at her in the distance. She yells again and it moves closer, its face distinguishable in the setting light. It's a dog, but then it isn't, with a wild look about its face and a fearless snarl adorning its mouth. It doesn't look scared. It looks hungry.
She thinks back quickly to school and remembers that it must be some type of wolf, silently thanking her teachers for drilling that into her head. At least she'll be able to yell its name to the viewers and impress them with her knowledge of the mutt. It feels less scary now that it has a name.
The wolf howls and steps towards Isa, sniffing the air rapidly and padding silently on the ground. She can see its claws now, long, sharp things that scratch the dirt and leave deep marks. She can't let it scratch her with those things. They're lethal, that's what they are. She's got to be careful now.
The wolf snarls once more before looking to the side, causing Isa to look to where it's gazing. But then she realizes the trick and jumps out of the way as the wolf leaps towards her, yelping as it misses her by inches. It falls onto the ground and leaps back up, baring its teeth and snarling once more. She almost screams but holds back the sound, holding the sword in front of her. She can kill it. She can. She can. And as the wolf leaps towards her once more with it's huge teeth, she closes her eyes and swings her sword.
It's funny, she almost expected a cannon when it leaped toward her. But as she opens her eyes and looks down at the ground, the wolf's head is sliced off of its body. The huge paws are still twitching and the body is shaking, but she's killed it. She's killed it, thank Panem!
She smiles before remembering that the wolf is a pack animal. The thought that there might be more causes her to run back to the tunnel, quickly making her way through the tunnel of thorns and taking her position by the dying fire once more. She thinks that they're scared of fire, all wild animals are supposed to be. It's settled, then. She's going to keep the fire going, bright enough to keep away any wild thing and attract her allies back to the cornucopia.
That is, if they're all still alive.
Bernard Hancock, 12, District Twelve Male
He slides into the river and sighs in relief, trying to wash away all of the tiredness of the last few days. He was up nonstop night two, trying to make that thing that had broken their trackers. Shawn plans to leave with him tomorrow, swimming through the river and seeing if they can't find a weak spot in the force field surrounding this arena. Apparently, his family knows how force fields work - and that there's always a weak spot in it. All they have to do is find it, and they should manage to escape the arena.
And then what?
He shrugs his shoulder and plunges under the water, forgetting the upcoming escape. It doesn't matter right now, just as long as he can survive long enough to make it to the escape. He doesn't like the look of those clouds in the distance, blocking out the setting sun. That can only mean that a storm is coming - coming fast.
Shawn walks over to him and scratches his chin in nervousness, waiting for Bernard to wade out of the water. "I don't think that it's a good idea to leave the house. If we're not careful, we might, you know, get found." He drops his voice to a whisper and Bernard nods, pushing his hair back as he clambers back onto the island. "Through the window again?"
"Always." Shawn goes through the window first, wiggling into the room and walking into the hallway lying beyond it. Bernard is next, clambering through the window and leaving a wet spot on the carpet as he walks towards Shawn.
"Do you think that we should worry about the storm? I think that it's going to hit tomorrow if we're lucky. I think it's best to stay in the house, Shawn. We can't afford to die in the storm, especially if we're supposed to escape."
"Shh!" Shawn hisses, glaring at Bernard. "Pipe down about that! We're leaving tomorrow, no matter what. We have to go before the game makers find out and do something about it. There's no other choice for the two of us. Either liberty or death."
Bernard sucks in a breath harshly, turning away from Shawn. The more and more he's hearing about this escape plan that Shawn has, the less he wants to participate in it. Even if it's their only chance at survival, he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with a small rebel group, waiting to get killed by the Capitol.
Is it better to die a quick death, or live forever in fear of death?
He looks in the cupboards in the hope that food has materialized, but none shows itself in the barren shelves. At least it helps him cope with being hungry. The fish that they had caught had been too boney to be much sustenance, and Shawn hasn't managed to catch a fish since. That might be their last meal in the arena unless some sponsor takes pity on them.
But what sponsor would help out a pair of rebellious tributes? They're on their own, that's what it is.
Maybe it's almost better to leave Shawn.
But no, he'll stay. There's not much else he can do for the time being, and Shawn won't kill him, that's for sure. He'll be safe here for now. Maybe not tomorrow, but he can probably survive the day.
Shawn sits down at the counter and drums his fingers on the countertop absentmindedly, causing Bernard to frown. "Could you stop that, please? It's getting really annoying."
Shawn shrugs and stops drumming the countertop, fidgeting with his fingers instead. Bernard sighs and walks away, taking a seat next to the Tesla coil that had been the cause of all of their troubles. The machine is still for now, a few pieces fallen onto the carpet of the room. He rubs his white burn where the broken tracker should be and sighs, feeling the hot pain that touching the burn causes. How hasn't the Capitol realized that the trackers are broken? Maybe it's because they managed to break the cameras in here as well. But if that was true, wouldn't they try to do something about it? Or would they just accept it as part of the Games?
He's going to worry himself to death about this tracker business. For now, all he should try to do is get some sleep. There isn't anything else that will help him.
He grabs a blanket from the pile that they had scavenged from the bedrooms and closets and jumps onto the bed, covering himself with the warm material. Some sleep will do him some good. At least he'll stop worrying. But as he closes his eyes and counts mockingjays in the trees of Twelve, his mind refuses to turn off and let him drift off to sleep. He eventually opens his eyes once more and starts staring at the ceiling, watching a tiny spider crawl across the ceiling and towards the wall. The arena is so boring at times! Why can't there be some action right now, something to occupy him so he doesn't have to resort to pretending to go to sleep?
Shawn gasps at something and Bernard bolts out of bed, grabbing a piece of wood that they had torn off from another bed and hurrying to his ally. Maybe he needs protection! Maybe there's a mutt!
But when Bernard arrives, Shawn is watching the grey clouds cover the sky. "I think it's going to rain tonight. I hope it's only tonight. We don't need to deal with this."
But the clouds refuse to vanish, growing darker and darker before their eyes. Tributes without any shelter must be panicking right now. Bernard would be if he wasn't under this roof. They're all going to catch their death of cold, as his mother always liked to exclaim when Bernard came scurrying into the house after celebrating a rainfall. Maybe it'll get rid of a few more.
Shawn looks uneasily into the distance, watching the river start to pick up as a heavy wind starts to run through the arena. "I wonder if we'll get flooded. We aren't that high above the water level."
And as the rain begins to fall against the roof of the house, all Bernard can do is shrug. Shrug, and hope to Panem that they don't drown in the safest spot in the arena.
Day four! A death! Everyone is happy! Well, except for Taffy's submitter lol
Anyways, enjoy the day? We've made it to the top 11 now, and we've still got a lot to go! By my plans, we've got more than a week to be written for this arena, and possibly up to 18 days (nah I'm too lazy to go that far lol) Anyways, I've got a lot planned, and this hole that the careers find themselves in is one of them :DD And a storm's a brewing...
12th: Taffeta Paisley, District One Female; killed by Moon Kraków. Created by HoshiNyanGirl
Taffy was a brat. She was one of the antagonists of this story, though she looked a bit better when she clashed with Luxx. A lot of her time in the Games detailed her fighting with Luxx and plotting to kill him, and her shallow personality, fixated on looks and styles, didn't leave much room for her to go far in these Games. But I did like writing her, and she spurred on what could be called the most dramatic bloodbath death - Luxx's untimely death. She hadn't even been caught by her allies! HoshiNyanGirl, I hope you like the path that Taffeta got to spiral down. Thanks for a great character who was rather a fun antagonist, and if you're still reading, enjoy the rest of the story!
KILL COUNT
(Italicized are deceased tributes)
Taffeta Paisley, District One Female - 1 Kill
Zora Stikander, District Two Female - 1 Kill
Ajax Hollis, District Two Male - 1 Kill
Keelan Spinnaker, District Four Male - 1 Kill
Ashrifah Keyaut, District Five Female - 2 Kills
Ryker Underwood, District Seven Male - 1 Kill
Paxton Webb, District Nine Male - 1 Kill
Giovanna Fillinfini, District Nine Female - 1 Kill
Marshall Furr, District Ten Male - 1 Kill
Moon Kraków, District Twelve Female - 1 Kill
Arena - 2 Kills
DISTRICT PLACEMENTS
District Two
District Three
District Four
District Five
District Six
District Seven
District Nine
District Ten
District Twelve
10th: District One
11th: District Eleven
12th: District Eight
Here are the alliances, so that we're all on the same page ;)
Careers: Zora, Ajax, Keelan, Isa
Anti-Ashrifah™: Marshall, Ryker
Are we supposed to be afraid of water now?: Shawn, Bernard
Loners: Ashrifah, Giovanna, Moon
The Dead: Lincoln, Tony, Hollister, Nehemiah, Wyatt, Cornelia, Carol, Paxton, Pepper, Mira, Luxx, Monique, Aris, Taffeta
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