I did indeed put Hoban instead of Rory and call Inky Incy. Fail!
Quiola Cassidy
My head hurt like someone was pounding nails into it. The Arena seemed hotter than ever. I stretched out in a cool shadow and tried to catch my breath. My heart was racing, even though I wasn't moving. I hardly could move. I was panting like a dog, but my mouth was dry as cotton.
All I could think about was how thirsty I was. I thought of the water in the Cornucopia and wished I'd risked it. Dying then would have been at least braver than dying in a heap under some rocks.
I tried to stand, but I got dizzy and fell back down. I wished I'd been able to find some allies. Maybe one of them would have been luckier in the Bloodbath. I'd been walking for days, but I hadn't found any trace of water.
Mom told me not to give up. I tried my hardest, and I was still trying, but I couldn't live without water. I remembered Emilija, so guilt-ridden and desperate for forgiveness. I was glad I'd had time to tell her it wasn't her fault, and I was glad I wasn't at home watching her here in my place. I thought of Trisha and Laine yelling at me to get up, and I tried again. I kept trying, even though I felt like there was nothing left to me. I didn't want to give up.
Careen Ellis
The Arena was different from everything I'd ever known at home, and I loved it. The sunsets were glorious, even if they weren't quite as nice as the ones at home. I loved watching the sun melt behind the tall, orange rock spires. I'd never seen such a clear sky with all the lights from the boats at home. I'd never known stars could be so bright.
There was something else I noticed, too. Five gallons looked like a lot of water, but it was going fast. We were already halfway through it, and that was after we finished all the miscellaneous canteens and bottles from the Cornucopia. We'd be out of water soon, and I was looking forward to it. Most of us spent our training time practicing or learning a new weapon. Mags taught me something else, and it was even more valuable than I thought.
Killing was part of life. Fish, Tributes, opponents- it was all part of the challenge. They'd all do the same to me, and the only thing that mattered was being the best. I'd often daydreamed about how wonderful it would be to win the Games. I'd be the most famous person in Panem, at least for a year. I'd be rich and all that, but the greatest part would be knowing I'd made it. I'd fought the fight and come out on top.
Water was everything in Four. It was everything here, too. I watched our supply dwindle away and wondered how great the Careers would be when they didn't have the one thing they took for granted.
Inky Balboa
I didn't know how Zinnia could be so strong. I was trying not to scream as we fled and awful things happened to Rory behind us. She was clever enough to snatch Karyssa's spear and take it with us.
"We have to keep going. I know it's hard. Rory did this so we could live," she told me. I was bent over a rock weeping. I couldn't go on like that. I couldn't watch friends die in the blink of an eye and lose them forever before I could even say goodbye.
"We don't have much water left. You shouldn't cry," Zinnia said. Again she amazed me by holding up our half-full water bottle. She must have grabbed it when we were running.
"You're right," I said. I straightened up and wiped my face off. I'd never forget Rory, but the best way to honor him was to keep living.
"We don't have to keep moving," Zinnia said. I knew she said it to make me feel better. "We'll use less water if we don't move much, at least during the day. We're small. Let's find a cave. The Careers won't be able to fit."
The rocks around us were pockmarked like cheese. It was easy to find a shallow ditch that went eight feet back into the rock. We pushed into it like a couple of hit dogs squished into one bun. It was cool inside, and the cliff felt sturdy and sheltering. We pulled a rock in front of the entrance to our cubby, and we might as well have been invisible.
Karyssa Evans
I traced an X into the sand where we found Rory and the others as a marker, not that it was hard to find with all the stirred up dirt and scuffle marks. It was a pain to have to backtrack all the way to the Cornucopia to get another spear, but I'd be back. I knew more than just spears and swords. I also knew how to track. Two girls fleeing like rabbits made some unmistakable tracks.
This one turned out short. I could have combined it with the previous one, but then it would have been long.
17th place: Quiola Cassidy- Dehydrated
Careen's POV took place before Quiola's, so it's been three days. In a hot Arena and for a girl that just did a ton of running, that's enough for dehydration. Quiola lost the eye of the tiger when she accidentally killed that Avox. With more allies, her bubbly personality would have showed more. There's an unfortunate amount of luck in this Arena, and she didn't happen to be near water. It would have been difficult for her to kill anyone anyway. Thanks Wendellintheweird for Quiola. Outgoing Tributes are way easier to write and even though I couldn't squeeze all of her facets into her POVs, I have her entire form and know just how complex she was.