Carsander Amell, D8
Carsander stalked though the woods. He had no idea where he was going, and he didn't seem to care anymore. His Guerard was gone, and even if he won at this point, he'd have to go home without, always seeing the image of him with that ugly knife stuck in his chest. THat boy from Four, the one that had killed him. Carsander swore to himself that he'd finish him off personally.
"Carsander?" Carsander whipped his head around. It had been faint, but he could swear he'd just heard his name called out. He shook it off, and continued walking.
After another hour had passed, Carsander had managed to track and kill a rabbit. He decided on a safe spot to stop and roast it. Carsander set up his fire. He wondered how many cameras were watching him right now. The audience must be loving this. They clearly enjoyed the pain of the tributes.
"Carsander?" There it was again. He couldn't be imagining this. Carsander looked toward the sound of the noise. It was faint, but close. Whoever was speaking must be afraid of attracting the wrong tribute. "Carsander?" Carsander recognized the voice this time. It belonged to Cicenna.
""Cicenna?" He said aloud, not caring who it attracted. There was a rustle in the tree, and his name was called again as Cicenna and the girl from Seven burst through the undergrowth.
"Carsander! We found you." She was crying. "I'm so sorry about Guerard. Please, stay with us. We're all that's left." Something struck a nerve in Carsander. His face remained calm and unmoving, but, his body moved, almost alien to his mind. His spear found the small girl, and she gasped. Cicenna looked to the girl, then to Carsander, and then back to the girl from Seven. He'd hit her perfectly. It only took a moment for the cannon to go off.
"No. We're all that's left." Cicenna stood up, tears in her eyes and her face twisted in a combination of shock and rage. And then she tackled him to the ground, fists swinging.
"What. Have. You. Done! Why did you do that?" Carsander simply looked at her.
"I'm not going to let another district win, not when it could be two people from Eight. Let it go. She'd gone. If you want an ally, you have one. If not, please leave." He turned as she slapped him one last time across the face, before stalking back into the woods with a good portion of his supplies. Carsander sat up and brushed himself off. He looked down at the dead girl from Seven, grabbed his supplies, and kept walking.
Shantelle "Elle" Lester, D2
Elle followed Paxton as they scoured the woods, looking for tributes. A canon had gone off less than an hour ago. They'd find out who died soon, when they showed their face in the sky. The sun was setting, and Elle could already feel the cold sinking in. It was going to be a rough night tonight. She expected that the Gamemakers would continue to lower the temperature until the end of the games, simply because of the minimal amount of tributes.
"I have a feeling we'll be sleeping by a fire tonight. Or, well, you'll be sleeping." Said Paxton, trying not to shiver as he held his bow.
"No. Wake me up halfway through the night. You'll need to sleep too." Elle was tired. Who wasn't? But she knew that Paxton was even mored tired than she was. He'd been up for three days at this point. She really needed to let him sleep the whole night, but she knew he'd never agree to that. The fire would attract attention after dark.
"Why don't we go check out the Cornucopia? If it gets windy later, at least the horn can block that out. We can set a fires at the base of the horn, which should heat the metal and keep it warm." Paxton agreed on the plan, and they changed directions.
At the top of the hill to the Cornucopia, they stopped to refill their containers at the river. Paxton pointed out how close it was to the edge of the hill.
"At the first sign of rain or snow, we need to leave. If that river floods and we're in the horn, we'll die."
"Okay," said Elle. She followed him down the hill, and they set up camp inside the Horn.
Luxe Cressa, D1
"I'm going to go hunting. Can an eye on him." Said Cubic, picking up a spear and long knife. Luxe wanted to protest. He wasn't here to play babysitter. 'Keep an eye on him' was code for 'Make sure he doesn't go crazy while I'm gone'. Luxe looked down at Cassio, sleeping, finally. He'd been having panic attacks all day, and they'd been getting worse. Luckily, the sponsors came through and Cubic had gotten a small dose of sleep syrup, which they'd quickly used to knock him out.
Cubic left to go get food, or perhaps even to hunt tributes. Luxe was left with nothing to do but sit and wait for her to get back. Cassio was passed out cold, and would be for several more hours. Luxe decided to go gather.
He stuck close to base, making sure that he was able to see Cassio from wherever he was. Unfortunately, there weren't many plants in the area, and he came back an hour later with hardly enough to fee the three of them once. It was going to be a long night.
The Fallen
Sarah Beta, District Eight. Killed by Carsander
Sorry Sarah, your time had come. Such an unfortunate death for her, killed by her own district? Is Carsander going insane as well, to kill off a thirteen year old girl because she wasn't technically part of Eight? Did Cicenna do the right thing to walk away from an alliance with him, also leaving him untouched?
The top 16! Interviews coming next, but probably divided in two or three chapters. Should it go that way? Multiple chapters to feature all of the tributes, or just one chapter that shows only a select few, so we can get back to the games?
Please, review. Your opinion on how the games are going? Who should be interviewed? I'm going to start planning the chapter that comes after the interviews, so as to give time to see if multiple interview chapters would be okay or simply too much.
Remember to review! Oh, and new poll going up soon!