Sorry for a bit of a wait. I was doing yet another weekend of camping. But here is Day 6!

District 7

Nobody was really expecting either tribute to survive, but Fennel and Everly's deaths were considered horribly tragic. Still nothing but young children in everyone's minds, the humorous boy and quiet girl were flowers plucked too soon.

Everly's parents decided to pool their money together and cover the cost of the double funeral. Many people attended to say goodbye, along with Fennel's good friends The Lumberjacks. When their tenor member was lowered six feet under, they performed such a beautiful cover of a traditional mourning song that brought tears to many people's eyes.

Carina Pitchcoff, 17
District 1 Female Tribute

I was worried that Urijah would grow grumpy again, since yesterday went by without seeing yet another tribute. But he didn't seem to mind. One kill was enough to hold him down for a few days, or at least until we killed someone else.
I already had done my part. That just left Adonis. He was the only member of our little trio who had yet to strike someone with his spears. He almost seemed nervous to be holding such a weapon.

The morning had gone by very slowly. We wandered about, keeping a constant formation. Urijah was always in the front, Adonis in the back. At one point, we stopped and Adonis announced that he was going to the bathroom. He ducked behind a nearby tree and we let him do his thing.

"Wimp," Urijah muttered, once our ally was our of earshot.
"Who, Adonis?"
"Um, yes. Notice how he seems nervous to talk to me? Plus, he hasn't killed anyone."

"You're a scary guy," I pointed out. "And it's not like everyone just happens to be nearby anyways. That's why we're looking for them. Give him time and I'll bet he'll prove himself."
"It's been days. If he was a coward then, he's probably still a coward now. I made such a mistake letting him join us."
"Fine!" I groaned. "Have it your way. But we still need the numbers. Wait a few days, see if anybody else drops. If things aren't looking up-"

"What do we do?" Urijah ran a finger across one of his daggers.
"We kill him."

Adonis chose that moment to appear. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything is just all fine and dandy," Urijah muttered, before storming off. We followed after him. The silence loomed over all of our heads.

"You didn't hear a word of that, did you?" I asked Adonis.
"Not a single thing," he replied.

He was lying. I could tell.

Dany Kai, 16
District 4 Male Tribute

What luck that we managed to find a squirrel today! I took it down with my spear and found a small pond nearby to clean the animal. Anya was a bit nervous that the pond contained germs or diseases but after I drank some of the water, she agreed to help start a fire to cook the squirrel over.

I poked a stick through the meat and started to turn it slowly over the flames. Anya watched me. "I wish we had some seaweed to garnish it with. It would just...it would just remind me of home."
I nodded. "Well, day by day...we're getting closer. Not that it's bad everyone else is dead, but...you know what I mean."

Anya sighed. "Yeah. Well, at least we're not completely lone. We still have each other." She nestled her head on my shoulder.
I smiled sadly. It was nice to have a familiar face in the arena, but that wasn't exactly a positive thing. However, I did not want to think about it that way. Anya was my twin sister. She had stuck with me for the past 16 years of our lives and the Games were not to separate us now.

"Lunch is ready!"
It wasn't easy to divide the squirrel among the two of us, but I did my best. It had a rather interesting taste, reminding me of the chicken or pork we sometimes ate back home. Meat was not a common product in 4.
But it was food. And I was never one to pass up something to eat.
Anya seemed surprised at the smell first, but she gradually dug in and was also surprised by the unique flavor. We both wiped our greasy mouths with our jacket sleeves afterwards, then put the dying fire out.

Foxy Champagne, 17
District 1 Male Tribute

I spent the day trying to clear my mind. But no matter what, Bolte's pained face as I slit his throat still haunted me.
I couldn't quite figure out why I felt so bad about it. After all, it wasn't like I was the only person in history to have killed someone. He wanted me to anyways. He needed to be put out of his misery. That's what I had done.

So why did I feel so strange about it?

I sat down and scraped some mud off my boot with a stick. The cannon just barely echoed in my ears, an exact copy of the ones ringing around the arena in the past few days. I began to wonder how I had done it. Sure it had been an accident at first, but I had gone through with the procedure and ended a boy's life.

But that's what it was all about, right? The Hunger Games were about killing. The Capitol created it for a reason-
Suddenly, my thoughts shifted to the Capitol. They were the rulers, the kings and queens of Panem. But they were also the reason I was here, fearing for my life. Which side did the Capitol really belong to? More importantly, which side did I belong to?

It hurt my head to suddenly start thinking of all of this now. I decided to stop and focus on my survival; worrying about where my loyalties lay would come later.
Once I managed to clean off my boot as best as I could, I stood up and began to look for some water. I eventually found a trickling stream and scooped up a small handful of the cool, refreshing liquid. After sipping it carefully, I slurped up two more handfuls then went on my way.

Valkner Stross, 18
District 3 Male Tribute

The day had gone by much more quickly then I thought, Well, people always said time flew when you were having fun. And I most certainly was.

Caxton had yet to escape, still dangling about from my trap. He looked tired, as if easy he hadn't rested well all day. I spent most of my time hunting, before coming back to my camp and prey.
I felt my lips curl into a cold smile as I pulled out a block of cheese. Caxton watched me enviously. He hadn't eaten since yesterday, but I was keeping the food for myself.

Caxton let out an annoying groan. "Please, could I just have something to eat?"
I just chuckled. "Food's for me. I need it."
"Y-you mean...you're just gonna let me starve!?"

Why not? Starving was a much different kind or torture. It took longer, but the pleas were hilarious. They would lose all their strength and whine and cry, for me to end their suffering, for me to show compassion. How unfortunate.
Caxton was a different story. He just wriggled to and from trying desperately to loosen the grip around his ankle. "What...what the heck is wrong with you? Like watching people die or something?"

He obviously was just saying this to get on my nerves, but the words set loose a memory. A chain of them. Memories of laughing schoolchildren, harsh bullies, many nights in the basements, listening to the screams, cold endless cackling...
I curled my hand into a fist and punched. My knuckles collided with the right side of Caxton's face and he let out a yelp. "What was that for!?"

"H-how dare you! How dare you insult me! You don't know who I am, you know nothing! Don't try and pretend I'm the one at blame here, barbecue I'm not. It...it-s THEIR fault! They treated me like crap, like I was never good enough and look where they are now! Listen you idiot, you better keep that mouth shut or I guarantee I'll make you regret it!"

My words echoed through the arena. Caxton just stared at me with wide eyes. I waited for my heart to calm down. But I couldn't. My past was fogging up my head, preventing me from thinking straight. All I could see was red. I needed to let my anger loose before things got worse.

Luckily, I had Caxton. His tortured screams filled the night air.

Alliances:

Makeshift Careers: Carina, Adonis, Urijah

Do They Still Count as a Happy Family?: Demara, Willow

The Twins: Dany, Ayna

District 9: Terran, Pellia

Running Out of Carrot Jokes: Thessaly, Harper

HELP: Valkner, Caxton

Loners: Foxy, Desmond, Equila

Kills:

Foxy: 1 (Bolte)

Carina: 1 (Tihi)

Valkner: 2 (Zander, Everly)

Terran: 1 (Florina)

Urijah: 1 (Fennel)

Arena-Based: 2 (Lena, Eywill)

So, nobody's dead yet. But it's clear that the pressure of the arena is catching up to a lot of people.

The Makeshift Careers are starting to choose sides and Valkner's mental state is also dwindling a bit. Also, Caxton isn't doing much better either.

Rather peaceful day, but in the arena, things can change. See you all on Day 7!