Hey again. Thanks for your constant support and tributes! I love this business and enjoy making your OCs a real character. Thanks are given today to MGSVBishop who, after a few mishaps submitted the tribute for this chapter. Also, I sort of need Careers, this sounds stupid but I have no Careers. Ali is naturally good and the District 4 tributes are too. So If you submit the male District 1 or either of the District 2 tributes, they will be made Careers. So don't get mad.
Everett's PoV:
I look at my reflection in the lake. My face is scratched up and my hair has grown wild. I am bored though. Well, bored as you can be in the Hunger Games. No cannons, no deaths, nothing. None of the Careers have stolen or even visited my camp. Selfish jerks, leaving all the fun to themselves. I scream in anguish. And form a plan. Let's go hunt and get lost. If I die, it'll be entertaining for the other players. Picking up my bow, I run into the thickest part of the woods. My heart races as sounds come and go. I'm more bored now. I keep going, the forest becoming darker and the trees closer together. Until, trapped. I can't squeeze through the trees and the trees I came through have moved. Significantly. I can barely put my arm in the widest gap. But I spy an opening, the gaps becoming wider and wider as it gets higher. And so I climb. Up and up, I go. Until, snap! The branch my stronger arm is holding onto breaks. And I fall down and down. I lose consciousness as I fall, maybe on purpose to minimise damage. And the next instant, all I see is black.
Angela's PoV:
I am hunting when I find the boy. Let me explain. I was walking in a thick part of the wood, maybe the thickest until the trees moved. This was Trap Rule 101. Moving inanimate objects. I was about to go when I saw him. Sprawled across the floor was the unconscious body of a boy, maybe 17/18 years old. And bleeding. Oh God, the gore. He had a nasty cut on the fore arm and a stick impaled in his leg. I approach this maimed person, gripping my machete tightly and I gently grab his arm and pull him out of this trap. I drag him to my camp. I'm pretty good at medicine but all of my knowledge was unusable. I grabbed the herbs I had and began working on him, fast. He had a bow, so I shaved of a sliver of the arrowhead and made a needle. I then u picked my shirt a little so I had thread. I threaded the makeshift needle and pursed my lips. I sewed up the worst cuts on his arm and face then applied a cream on it that promoted fast healing. But his leg. If I made a wrong move, he was as good as dead. I violently pulled out the stick and gasped, the blood oozing out of multiple places. He was almost better with the stick in. I grabbed a bandage from my bag and wound it round the leg. But it soaked in blood instantly. So I built an incredibly makeshift cast. Built from multiple layers of bandages first the trigs to give I structure. Then, more bandages. I repeated until the leg was set in the correct position and not one bandage was stained with blood. And after that, the sun went down. With no death toll, the day ended.