First of all, I know I haven't posted in a while. I meant to get a lot of writing done over my winter break, but I went on vacation after Christmas and just didn't have a lot of inspiration to write (even though I had a decent amount of time since we were at a ski resort but there wasn't any snow). This is my last day of winter break, so I wrote all of this chapter today in order for me to get something out. I left on too many cliffhangers last time to leave them unresolved for a while.
It's pretty short, because there's not a lot of action. It's more of a continuation from last chapter, where I wrap up some loose ends and set the scene for the next chapter (which will be action-packed).
Also - Day 9 poll on my profile! Make sure you vote!
District 1
Cecelia Hart
I blink my eyes open around the crack of dawn, and I quickly notice that I'm the only one awake. The rest of the Careers are dead asleep. Still weary with sleep, I strain my brain to try and remember the deaths last night. The girl from District 11 and… someone else. It was one of her allies, but I don't remember who, specifically. But either way, this means Noelani and I have made it to the Final 9.
And Noelani still doesn't have a gem. I'm growing increasingly concerned that the gem has already been taken by some other tribute. The temple isn't too hard to find, especially after wandering around a jungle for more than a week. It's not difficult to believe that some outer-District tribute came along and snatched up the gem for themselves. Either way, the longer we stay here, the more likely it will be to have gone. We need to leave soon.
I carefully slide my arm out from under where Noelani's head rests and lightly shake her awake. Yawning, she stirs then opens her eyes.
"Yeah?" she blinks at me wearily. I motion for her to be quiet, then bring her outside of the Cornucopia. It's difficult to see, since there's barely any light to guide us, so we walk carefully toward the edge of the jungle. We stop at the very edge.
"We need to leave soon," I whisper, nervous that Glorian or Trajan may wake up at any moment and catch us.
"Today?"
"Yes. The longer we wait, the less likely we are to find a gem. We've wasted too much time in the Career pack, we need to leave the moment we get an opportunity," I explain.
"Like now?" Noelani looks surprised. "You're springing this on me."
"Well, Glorian and Trajan will be up any minute. We just need to get some supplies from the Cornucopia and -"
"Cecelia? Noelani!" Glorian shouts from inside the Cornucopia.
"Yeah?" I call back, trying not to sound annoying that we missed our opportunity to leave. Glorian appears from the mouth of the Cornucopia, wielding Noelani and his swords. His hair is sticking up on one end, so it's clear he just woke up. He spots us and jogs over.
"Here," he says, thrusting the sword in Noelani's direction, "we're going hunting again." Noelani groans and Glorian looks miffed. "Sorry, but don't you want to eat?"
"Why can't you take Trajan?" she asks.
"Because he's annoying."
"So you're leaving me with him?" I ask.
"Come on," Glorian gestures to Noelani, heading straight into the jungle. She begins complaining about how she just woke up and hasn't eaten yet, but Glorian ignores her and Noelani follows along anyway.
"Bye!" she says to me, blowing me a kiss. I sigh and trudge back to the Cornucopia.
I haven't even entered the Cornucopia by the time Trajan walks past me, toting his spear and a determined look on his face.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"Hunting," he replies simply, wiping a bit of mud off the point of his spear. He tries to walk past me, but my arm shoots out to stop him.
"Whoa, Glorian wanted us to stay here to guard the supplies!" I remind him.
"So?" Trajan shrugs. When I give him a shocked look, he sighs and crosses his arms. "Look, Cel, don't pretend you care what Glorian says."
"Don't call me Cel," I mutter, but my protests go unheeded.
"Cel, it's obvious you're planning on leaving the Careers any day now. In fact, I bet you and Noelani were planning on leaving this morning, had Glorian and I not woken up when we did." My mouth opens and closes, trying to think of a defense, but nothing comes to mind. Trajan smirks, his point proven. "All I'm doing is going to eliminate some competition. Now, Glorian doesn't need to know. And even if he finds out, I doubt he'll care very much. You can watch the supplies by yourself - you obviously won't leave without Noelani."
With that, Trajan walks into the jungles with an eager look in his eyes. Groaning, I take a seat inside the Cornucopia. Why does Trajan have to be right? It's the most annoying thing.
He does some pretty irritating stuff, but what bugs me the most is when it's actually him who's in the right. Because he's correct - I can't complain about him disobeying Glorian by going hunting, when I'm disobeying Glorian by plotting to ditch him.
District 1
Trajan Seth
Cecelia's being so hypocritical. It's unfair of her to get angry at me for going hunting when it's clear she and her little ally are going to run off any day now. This morning, when I woke up, I thought that they had. I didn't see them inside of the Cornucopia and I recall thinking, well, I called it.
But then Glorian called them back inside, and it turned out that they hadn't ditched us. Yet. Because I'm sure that had we slept in for another ten minutes or so, they'd be gone.
But no, instead, I'm stuck with them still.
As I walk through the jungle, I begin to feel a sprinkle of rain on my head and my clothes begin to dampen. I sigh - more rain? I get this is a rainforest, but I wish the Gamemakers would give us a break. I mean, it can't possibly be exciting for the Capitol to watch a bunch of kids braving precipitation.
Feeling my throat to become slightly parched, I stop at a large leaf to suck a bit of rainwater off of it. At least we don't have to worry about dehydration so much. Especially since us Careers ran out of Cornucopia-supplied water several days ago. We still get to drink rainwater, which is nice. Unfortunately, it isn't the most reliable drinking source.
When I've sucked the leaf dry, I continue my trek through the forest. I'm still a bit thirsty, but it can wait.
I pause when I hear the unmistakable sound of running water. It's audible even over the patter of rain, so it must be nearby. Excited, I speed up my walk in the direction of the river or whatever it is.
I shortly emerge from the jungle into a creek. It's not a river, as I'd hoped, but a creek provides a solid water source as well. Immediately, I crouch down on my knees and begin sipping the water straight from the creek. I'm aware that it would be better for me to use water purification tablets or at least boil it first, but I can't resist. Besides, it's running pretty quickly.
I'm considering attempting to catch a fish when I hear a splashing farther downstream. I pause, my hands still in the cool water, and I look toward the splashing sound. The creek bends farther downstream, so I can't see where the noise came from, but it continues, suggesting it's another tribute or animal.
Grinning, I pick up my spear. Time for another kill.
I stick to the treeline, trying to sneak up on the victim. I walk with light footsteps, not wanting to alert the tribute of my presence. I pause when I catch a glimpse of who it is.
The boy from District 6, evident by his small size and purple jacket, leans over the creek, filling a water bottle. I smile. He won't be difficult to pick off. I scamper forward a little bit more, but at this point, it would be difficult for the District 6 boy not to hear me. I'm still several yards away when he turns and sees me.
His big eyes widen and he gasps. He immediately begins trying to run away, but his foot slips on a wet rock and he goes crashing to the ground. This gives me the opportunity to run up to him and yank him up by the collar, not allowing him to escape.
The boy thrashes around, attempting to strike me, but the angle is too weird for him to get a good hit. He manages to punch me several times, but the lack of momentum makes it barely more than a painful bat.
I lift up my spear and touch the tip to his carotid artery, ready to drive in the spear and bring myself to the Final 8.
But I hesitate. The boy's whimpers and tears make my hand pause, for some reason not pushing the spear any farther.
Why am I hesitating? Just kill him! But the thought of spilling this kid's blood… he's the youngest tribute in the Hunger Games, and clearly doesn't deserve to be here.
Nobody does, Trajan! But they still have to die! Just fucking kill him already!
If I kill the twelve-year-old from District 6, will he appear in my nightmares? Will this crying child walk as a zombie next to his former ally, the girl from District 8, and Lucretius and the Twelve male? Will he haunt me as they do?
I feel my spear begin to lower, but catch myself and bring it back to his neck, pressing harder this time. Any more pressure would break his vein and send blood spilling into the water.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I kill this kid? I've killed so many others, so why is it getting so difficult? This is stupid. Am I seriously getting soft?
"No!" I shout in response to my inner question. The kid's eyes look at me in alarm, but he doesn't move an inch. He knows that any slight movement he makes will inevitably kill him.
I'm not soft… or am I?
"Look," I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm not going to kill you. At least, not right now." Every word is forced. It's a struggle to speak. "I might change my mind, so you need to run the moment I let you go. Don't worry about gathering your supplies. If I change my mind, I doubt I'll spare you again. And this isn't a permanent thing. I'll likely kill you the next time I see you."
"O-okay," the boy stutters. "Thank you."
I let go of his collar, dropping him into the stream. As soon as he regains his footing, he heeds my advice and takes off into the jungle, leaving his water bottle and dagger. He glances back at me as he runs, his dark hair flopping in his face. For a moment, I consider chasing after him and actually killing him this time, but I stop myself.
Why have I become so soft? Why can't I kill this kid? In fear that he'll appear in my dreams? That's so stupid. Dreams are fake, I shouldn't be scared of them. The only thing I should be scared of is death, and that will only happen if I let other kids live.
Sighing, I pick up the boy's supplies. I might as well head back to the Cornucopia now. It doesn't look like I'll be strong enough to kill, anyway.
District 7
Vincent Elm
My head aches badly when I wake up, and I immediately wish I could go back to sleep and get rid of the pain that plagues me. But alas, I cannot. Because I need to get out of here.
As soon as my eyes adjust to the light, I take notice of my surroundings. There's a rope digging into my skin, as I'm chained against a tree. I seem to be in a clearing, with a large stone slab in the center. I don't see anyone around, which is nice. My supplies are discarded off to the side, across the clearing. There's no possibility for me to reach them without breaking free first.
With nothing else to break free, I begin to gnaw on the rope keeping me in place. It's wrapped around my body multiple times, so it will require a lot of work. And my teeth are pretty weak after not caring for them in over a week.
As much as I chew on the rope, I've barely frayed it by the time I hear a song from far away. My heart begins to pound in panic - that's unmistakably the group that chained me up here in the first place. I try to bite through the rope faster, but my attempts prove futile when the volume of the song grows and eventually, the group marches into the clearing. My rope isn't even half-way broken.
I watch as the ground assembles in a circle around the tree I'm chained to, continuing to sing in a language I don't understand. It terrifies me. I don't like not knowing stuff, and I have no clue what's going on right now.
One man in particular steps out of the circle and walks up to me. He's very large and muscular, with long black hair. In choppy English, he says, "where is it?"
"Where's what?" I cry out, straining against my bonds.
"Where is it?" he repeats, his eyes narrowing in anger.
"I don't know!" I shout back.
"Sacrifice," he mutters, pointing at me. I feel all of the blood leave my face and I still.
"What?" I ask in a small voice.
"We need stone back, so you sacrifice," he says with some effort.
"What fucking stone?" I demand, but my questions go unanswered when several men step forward and seize me. I feel the ropes being cut, but I get no chance to escape because strong hands immediately grab me and begin to carry me over to the center of the clearing, toward the stone slab.
The singing resumes as they carry me on their shoulders. I thrash around, but the sheer number makes it so I can't break free, no matter how much I struggle.
"Let me go!" I yell, but they pay no attention and continue singing. They become louder, their volume raising until they're practically shouting the words to the song.
When we're next to the stone slab, they slam me down onto it so the breath is knocked out of me. The moments where I try to regain my breath waste the short opportunity I have to possibly escape. They surround the slab until the small gap where I might have been able to run through disappears.
People grab my limbs and yank me from all sides, holding me in place. I struggle to escape, but it's impossible to move more an inch due to the stretching in my limbs. If I move at all, an arm will be dislocated or something.
I look up and see the strong man who spoke to me holding a shiny dagger above his head. He raises it above my chest, with a determined gleam in his eyes. I know he's about to drive it down into my chest.
In panic, I try pull myself away. Unfortunately, I momentarily forget about the arms holding me in place.
POP!
A sickening sound fills the air, preceding an intense pain in my shoulder. I immediately scream in pain, unable to resist. My dislocated arm is yanked back, hurting me even more, as the group holds me down to the table. I'm screaming my throat raw from pain and fear. My eyes flicker open at the man above me, who looks ready to plunge the dagger into my chest.
"No, please don't…" I mutter, a sob wracking my body. He lifts the dagger slightly higher, and I know that I'm about to die. "No!" I shout again, as loud as I can muster.
Through my tear-blurred vision, I see him pause, an odd look on his face. After a moment, he opens his mouth and bright red blood begins to bubble out. Then, he collapses forward, landing on top of me. The dagger misses my chest by inches, imbedding in the rock right next to my ribs.
I can see a small quarrel sticking out of the back of his neck, only a bit of blood trickling down. My scream has caught in my throat in shock. The group immediately begins to panic at the death of their leader, and the hands leave my body. I look to my left for my savior.
Standing at the edge of the clearing with her crossbow pointed at the group is Tristana Rockett of District 6.
I almost cry in relief. She rushes toward us, shooting another bolt at someone else, who goes down quickly. The rest of the group panics and runs away into the jungle, not even bothering to fight back.
I'm beginning to sit up when Tristana reaches me and slams me back down into the stone. She aims her crossbow at my face.
"Can I trust you?" she demands.
"Yes!" I immediately shout. She raises an eyebrow.
"How can I be sure of that?"
"You just saved my life!" I remind her. "I'm indebted to you. Besides, you clearly trusted me enough to save me in the first place." At this acknowledgment, Tristana lowers the crossbow.
"I suppose you're right," she shrugs. "Are you okay?" she asks, grabbing my good hand to help me sit up.
"I guess," I say, wincing. "My shoulder's killing me, though."
"What's wrong with your shoulder?"
"Dislocated," I admit. I swing my legs to the side so I'm sitting on the stone.
"Here," Tristana says, touching my shoulder. I immediately yelp in pain. "Sorry, this will hurt," she warns me, and I brace myself. Tristana pushes my shoulder back in and I feel a terrible pain as she relocates it. I hear another sickening pop and I hiss, but the pain subsides slightly when it's back in place. It by no means feels good, but it isn't as terrible as it was before.
"Thanks for saving me," I say after a moment.
"No problem," Tristana mumbles, looking at her feet.
"Uh… why did you?"
"I don't know… I guess you seemed like a nice guy the last time we talked, so… I decided I didn't want to see you get killed," she shrugs.
"Um… allies?" I ask. Tristana smiles.
"We'd better be, considering I just saved your life. I'm expecting you to return the favor."
"Okay," I chuckle, despite the pain. "I'll be sure to return the favor."
District 3
Lennox Porter
Things are looking good for me. I've made it to the Final 9, I have a jewel that will ensure my survival as long as I make it to the Final 5, and while my selection of supplies isn't abundant, they're enough to keep me alive until the Final 9.
As I stand at the edge of the cliff, looking out upon the arena, I know I need to reenter the danger. As much as the idea of staying up here tempts me, I know that I will inevitably bore the Capitol and the Gamemakers will have no qualms about sending a mutt to slaughter me. Usually, they use mutts to drive tributes together, but if a tribute has no effect on the Hunger Games, they'll have no problem killing them off.
Unfortunately, I don't think my arm is faring well enough to allow me to make the climb back down the cliffside. So I've been forced to resort to the ziplines, which I previously remarked a tribute would have to be an idiot to use.
It looks like I'm that idiot now. Sighing, I look at the three lines spanning in different directions. One of them leads straight toward the Cornucopia, which I immediately rule out. I don't want to ride down into the swords of the Careers. Another stretches so far into the arena, I can't see where it ends. Either way, I'm less ecstatic about going where I don't know. And I want to get off of this zipline as soon as possible. The final line heads down below, toward the river. This choice seems tempting, and I've almost decided to ride on this one, before I realize how steep it is. The speed will surely be ridiculously dangerous.
After this realization, I reconsider the longest zipline. It's the least steep, and even if I don't know where it goes, it seems the safest right now.
Sighing, I decide to hook myself up to that one. There's a stone directly underneath the harness, which I'm assuming was placed so I could climb into the harness. I take a deep breath and step up onto it.
The rock is directly at the edge of the cliff, so it's a long fall. My heart begins to beat extremely fast and I gulp as I look down at the long fall.
Don't look down, Lennox, what the hell are you doing?
I direct my eyes back up, toward the harness. It doesn't look too stable with straps of leather, but I think it could hold me. I place each leg into a leghole, holding onto the cord in order to stay in place before I'm completely buckled in. I tighten each of the straps until I'm pretty sure I've gotten into the harness correctly. I quickly test it by leaning back, and when it holds me considerably well, I decide that it's good enough.
After several more deep breaths to gain bravery, I jump off the cliff.
There's a moment when I'm just falling, and I feel my stomach leap up into my throat, but then my harness catches me and I'm sliding along the zipline.
I'm heading quite fast, even though I chose the one I thought would be the slowest. The wind whips my dark hair around and the green trees pass in a blur under me. I pass directly over the Cornucopia, where I manage to spot a girl practicing sword-fighting before I go shooting past.
If I wasn't filled with so much fear, this would almost be fun. I have a view of the Cornucopia like no one else has seen. I spot a pair of tributes as I pass a river, and while I don't stay long enough to identify them, they are obviously not fighting and are therefore allies.
I've almost begun to enjoy myself when I feel something to slip out of my pocket. At this point, I'm heading toward a giant canyon and the line is getting closer to the ground. I reach toward my jacket pocket for the thing slipping out, but I forget that I no longer have a hand on my arm and there's nothing there to grab onto the jewel as it slides out of my pocket.
I reach for the jewel with my other hand desperately, but it slips through my fingers as I shoot over the canyon. I watch in horror as my chance of returning home falls into the giant canyon which I have no possibility of going into. I can't tear my eyes away as I stare behind me, hand still dangling where I tried to grab the jewel.
Just like that, my hopes of returning home have fallen. They've been crushed. I don't have a chance of becoming a Victor with this one arm. How will I ever return home to Ada now?
I'm doomed.
District 6
Axel Woodleigh
The rain has begun to fall heavier. Previously, it was just a light drizzle (like most of the rain we've had) but now it's pouring freezing rain. The previous heat of the morning has dissolved, leaving me shivering as I run through the jungle, my leather jacket hiked up over my head to prevent my face from getting soaked.
I can barely see, which is one of the reasons why I haven't managed to find Hadley yet. He wasn't too far away from the river, but it's difficult for me to find my way back.
I'm concerned he's in danger. He's been filtering in and out of consciousness all day, and the last time I took his pulse, it was very slow. He's dying.
"Hadley!" I scream, giving up trying to be quiet. I doubt he can hear me over the rain, but I listen for a response anyway. I don't hear anything.
I tighten the jacket over my arms and allow my teeth to chatter. It feels like there's ice in my bones and my hands are pruned from being wet for so long. I wander further into the jungle, and finally, to my relief, I reach the edge of the forest, where the canyon is. Fortunately, I've already managed to get us out of the canyon, and I hid Hadley in a hollow tree trunk near the edge of the jungle.
I quickly find the tree which has Hadley inside of it. Shielding my eyes from the rain, I squeeze inside. It's an extremely tight fit with both of us, and is by no means comfortable. But at least it's dry.
I remove my soaking jacket and immediately check on Hadley. He's no longer conscious, but his limbs are twitching, which can't be good. I lift my fingers and press them to his neck and wait to feel a pulse.
At first, I can barely feel it. It's a very slow and inconsistent beat. Hadley's dying.
"Hadley, come on! Wake up!" I mutter, my voice cracking. Hot tears have clouded my vision as I shake Hadley lightly. He groans and his head tilts toward me, but he doesn't open his eyes. "Hadley, you have to wake up!" I cry. He lifts his hand, but it immediately drops back down.
Hadley has helped me these entire Games. He has always put my safety above his own, which is why he's the one dying right now. It's not fair. Hadley doesn't deserve to die, he deserves to live! He has to survive for his brothers back home.
The rain is pounding against the tree outside, so I can barely recognize the familiar beeping sound. When I notice it, I almost cry in delight. No longer carrying about being wet, I rush outside to look for the sponsor gift.
Almost immediately after exiting the tree, I get completely soaked, but I don't care. Using my hand to shield my eyes, I scan the sky for the parachute with the gift. Through the rain, I manage to spot it above my head. It almost gets snagged on a branch, but luckily makes it through and into my waiting arms.
The moment the gift is in my hands I rush back to Hadley. I squeeze back into the trunk, immediately tearing open the package. Inside is a small vial of blue liquid. My shaky, numb hands reach inside for a slip of paper and I find a small note which is immediately stained with my wet hands.
Drink completely and wait for several hours. We're rooting for you. - C.
I uncork the vial and open Hadley's jaw. I tilt the vial so that the liquid runs into his mouth. When the vial is drained, I close his mouth and tilt his head back so that if any of the antidote is left in his mouth, it will run down his throat.
I nervously feel Hadley's pulse again, but there isn't any change yet.
Nervously, I wrap my arms around him in a hug. All I can do now is wait.
District 6
Tristana Rockett
Vincent has been pretty quiet ever since we found the cave. After wandering around in the storm for a few hours, we managed to find a decent-sized cave to curl up in. I even had matches, so we were able to build a fire to dry our clothes. It's a bit awkward that we had to strip down to our underwear in order to dry our soaking outfits, but I haven't had much privacy for weeks now, so I can deal with it.
Yesterday, I killed Rachel. I don't feel much guilt since she slaughtered one of our allies and tried to kill me as well, but I still feel bad about having blood on my hands. Even if I didn't have a choice, that's never something I'll be able to get over. I smashed a rock into a girl's skull - and it was a girl I had gotten to know fairly well… well, I guess most of what I knew was an act.
I glance at Vincent, who's staring out into the rain. The fire flickers across his tan skin. The Capitol anthem starts, but I don't bother watching it. Nobody died today and the music quickly ends.
"I thought for sure we'd enter the Final 8 today," Vincent remarks. "Although, at one point I thought I wouldn't be a part of it."
"Yeah," I agree. "But there's always tomorrow."
"Your allies were the last three to die, weren't they?" Vincent asks. I nod, but begin to panic when I realize what he could infer from that.
"But I didn't kill them! Well, I killed one of them… but it was self-defense!"
"Relax," Vincent chuckles. "I'm not worried you're going to kill me. That wouldn't make sense after you saved my life."
"Okay," I sigh in relief.
"What did happen to them, though?" he asks.
"Arabella… well, she went to gather food and never returned. We don't really know what happened to her, but I'm guessing she was killed by a Career or something. Anything could have happened, though. Then Rachel killed Yael, and she tried to kill me… and she almost succeeded," I say, showing him the bruises around my throat from where Rachel tried to strangle me. "But I killed her first. I didn't want to, but I had to. It was self-defense."
"It's okay, I understand," Vincent says. His smile fades and he stares at the rain again.
"Have you killed anyone?" I ask nervously.
"One person," he admits. "The girl from District 2. It was how I escaped the Career alliance."
"Oh," I say in a small voice. If he killed his previous ally, how do I know he won't kill me?
"But she was terrible. I… I don't really regret it. I mean, I would never kill in real life, of course. Back in District 7, I was a good guy - I was one of the most popular people in my District. But it's the Hunger Games, right? Rules change. In the Hunger Games, it's kill or be killed. If I want to live, I have to kill. There's only one survivor," Vincent says, running his fingers through his black hair.
He sounds like Rachel. The uncanny comparison terrifies me - he's right, I suppose, but the philosophy is too similar to that of the ally who attempted to murder me.
"But there's not only one survivor," I say. Vincent raises an eyebrow.
"What do you mean? Only one person wins the Hunger Games. That's how it's always been."
"Do you not know?" I ask, surprised. After thinking, though, I realize that it's actually very likely that he has no clue what I'm talking about.
"No. What?"
"There are these gems hidden around the arena," I explain, "and if someone has one, then they can survive. They make it to the Final 5 or something, and then they can go home as survivors. They don't win, but they live and go back to how things were before. There are three gems."
"Really?" Vincent says, shocked. His blue eyes are wide with surprise. I nod, and his face splits into a grin. "That's excellent! Do… do you have one?"
"Yeah," I say. His smile, which I've never seen before, is actually very infectious. It makes him very handsome - well, he was already handsome, but it makes him super attractive now and… Goddamnit, now I'm blushing.
"Can I see it?" he asks.
"Sure," I say, crawling over to the fire, where my pants are drying. I reach inside the damp pockets and find the ruby I went through so much to get. I show it to Vincent, and he looks at it with an excited gleam in his eye.
"Wow," he whispers. "We can both go home."
Please review! It doesn't even need to be long. I've been noticing that I've been getting roughly double the number of poll votes than reviews, which I think is pretty annoying. If you bother to vote on the poll, then you may as well leave a quick review so I know you're reading. It really pleases me to see people reading my story because it motivates me a ton!
QUESTIONS:
1. The Careers are clearly heading toward a break-up. If only one Career could survive (not saying that it will happen), who would you want to survive? What would your ranking of the Careers be?
2. Do you think Trajan is still a villain, or is he heading to a more sympathetic character?
3. What are your opinions on who survived (in the Rachel/Tristana fight)? Are you satisfied with the survivor?
4. The third gem is technically out of play now, so who would you like to have the other two?
5. What do you think will be the fate of Axel and Hadley?
6. Was it a bad decision for Tristana to ally with Vincent?
GEM CARRIERS:
Emerald - Axel Woodleigh (D6M)
Ruby - Tristana Rockett (D6F)
Sapphire - Nobody
DAY 1:
24th: Zaira Quentin (D7F)
23rd: Nikola Allegra (D3M)
22nd: Savanna Davison (D9F)
21st: Kade Anderson (D11M)
20th: Macey Aderyn (D5F)
20th: Tracey Aderyn (D5F)
19th: Quinten Fredericus (D12M)
18th: Felix Camacho (D8M)
17th: Buck Hayford (D10M)
DAY 2:
None.
DAY 3:
16th: Linen Baird (D8F)
DAY 4:
15th: Lucretius Marlo (D4M)
14th: Glitter Monique (D5F)
DAY 5:
None.
DAY 6:
13th: Arabella Cantros (D10F)
DAY 7:
12th: Dennis Fielder (D5M)
DAY 8:
11th: Yael Harident (D11F)
10th: ?
ALLIANCES:
Cecelia/Trajan/Glorian/Noelani
Axel/Hadley
SOLO:
Lennox
Tristana or Rachel
Vincent
KILL LIST/REMAINING TRIBUTES:
Cecelia Hart (D1F) - 1
Trajan Seth (D1M) - 2
Glorian Stafford (D2M) - 1
Lennox Porter (D3F) - 0
Noelani King (D4F) - 0
Tristana Rockett (D6F) - 0
Axel Woodleigh (D6M) - 0
Vincent Elm (D7M) - 1 (thanks for reminding me to update this, TacoPhoenix)
Hadley Moreau (D9M) - 1
Rachel Ivy (D12F) - 1
- Lilah