End of Day One:
Mapelle Green (D7 F 14)
I'm the first one to reach the end of the rope bridge on the right side, thanks to my speed and the fact that all I grabbed was a bottle of water. Since there's no one directly behind me, and I sprinted nearly the whole time while crossing the bridge, I give myself a five minute breather. While catching my breath, I take a look around. I notice a little sign by the end of the rope bridge. It reads, "East Island." I guess that means the other island is called "West Island." Looking over, I can see two figures approaching the end of that bridge. I'm too far away to identify them. There's only one more group of two on that bridge, which means East Island will be the more crowded island.
Looking back at the rope bridge I just crossed, I attempt to locate Cherry and Nylah. I see Cherry first. She's about three-quarters of the way across, behind only the boy from District Six and the girl from District Five. It's takes me longer to find Nylah, but eventually, I see her dirty-blond hair bobbing up and down over the bridge. She's behind about five or six other tributes, including Cherry.
Since it's going to take a while for both of them to get here, I decide to take shelter in the rainforest. I jog for about five minutes, and then find a sufficient tree to hide in. For the moment, I'm glad to be from District Seven. I climb into the upper branches of the tree-right under the tree line. I can just barely make out the bridge, and the tributes dashing across it. Once again, I locate Cherry and Nylah. I guess that now, all I can do is wait for them to reach the rainforest. Then, we can set out into the forest together and find shelter.
Glint Sulf (D1 M 18)
Ever since the six cannons went off earlier, all we've been doing is taking inventory on our supplies. I'm sick of it! We should be out in the forests, battling tributes right now while they're frantic and disoriented. If we had left right after the bloodbath, we could have caught up with some of the tributes on the bridge. We could've thrown them off the bridge right there, and be so much closer to victory. But no; we have to take stupid inventory.
We haven't even found anything interesting yet. It doesn't look like there's going to be any tents, which is disappointing. We'll be forced to either sleep inside the cold, metal cornucopia, or over the cold, mushy ground. At least we found some blankets and sleeping bags. We've got an average amount of water and food, which should be okay for us. Normally, the career clan has one or two more members, so there will be more food for each of us. We've also got some weapons, but not too many. Spears seem to have been the popular weapon this year. We've only found three, which means Sheldon and I both get one, and we have a spare in case one breaks. As long as we both don't break our spears, we'll be okay.
Beginning to get a little bored, I take a lap around the edge of our little "island." It's a perfect circle, and ends in a cliff the whole way around. I'll make sure to sleep near the center of the island at night. I don't want to roll off in my sleep. When I reach one of the rope bridges, I stop. Staring at the bridge, I realize something- something I didn't realize before. "Guys!" I shout to my fellow careers."Come over here!"
The four of them jog over. "What is it?" Mason asks.
"These bridges," I say. "They're made of rope."
"So?" Sheldon says, clearly annoyed I interrupted whatever he was doing.
"Rope isn't that strong," I say. "We can just cut it!"
Jessie smirks as Alexandrite shouts,"Glint, you're a genius!"
"Why did you smirk?" I ask Jessie.
She smirks a second time before responding. "Do you honestly think the Gamemakers didn't think of that while making the arena? It would be no fun if someone cut all of the ropes. Less blood would be spilled if tributes were spread out and trapped on the islands. Trust me; you won't be able to cut that rope."
"Oh yeah?" I shout, annoyed. I jog over to the cornucopia, find myself a knife, and jog back. "Watch and learn, little girl," I say to Jessie. I raise my knife, and bring it down hard on the rope.
My hand erupts in pain as my knife clangs against the rope, but can't go through. I curse and drop my knife. "See?" Jessie says. She places her hand on the bridge and feels around. "I'm assuming they've reinforced the center of the rope with some sort of metal or something."
"Whatever," I say, turning back to the cornucopia. Who's ever heard of metal-reinforced rope? Stupid Gamemakers.
Eridan Keating (D5 M 16)
Rory and I were the first ones to cross the bridge to West Island. Considering that all we grabbed at the bloodbath was a bag each, it doesn't surprise me. We've been on West Island for about twenty minutes now, jogging through the rainforest. Thankfully, we have a head start on everyone. I don't think the careers followed anyone onto the rope bridges, but there's still other tributes. For example, I know that the girl from District Nine and the boy from District Ten are allied with each other. I hope that we manage to stay away from their path, because they're two very strong tributes.
We haven't even dared to look in our bags yet. If there's nothing good in them, we're pretty much done for. I'm particularly hoping for water. We haven't stumbled across any yet. Food will be easy enough to find; we've passed several berry bushes. Shelter will also be fairly easy too. Rory, coming from District Seven, can climb trees. He says he'll help me get into one. That time won't be for a little while, though. I don't know how big this island is, but we need to get further away from the bridge. Otherwise, when the careers come hunting, they'll find us without trouble.
Ten minutes later, I need a breather. I ask Rory if it's okay if we stop for a few minutes to catch our breaths and figure out what supplies we have. That way, if we're short on something like food, we can collect it as we travel towards the other end of the island. "Yeah, I guess we can stop," he says. "But, let's make it quick."
Crossing my fingers, I open my bag. The first thing I see is a sleeping bag. Good, we'll be warm at night. I take the sleeping bag out, and rifle through the remaining supplies. I find a package of matches, a rolled-up ball of twine, a flashlight, a package of crackers, and a bottle of water. We swap bags. Rory's bag has a length of rope, a small knife, a blanket, an empty canteen, a small bag of rice, and a fish hook. I'm hoping that the fish hook means there's water somewhere near. Switching our bags back, we stand up and continue our jog through the forest.
Lukas Cottingham (D8 M 16)
Aria and I have been trekking through West Island for about twenty minutes now. We were the last ones to cross the bridge on this side, which means there's only four people on this island. I guess that's a good thing. We'll have a lesser chance of crossing anyone's path. Hopefully, the careers noticed that more tributes crossed the bridge to East Island, and will go tribute hunting over there.
So far, I haven't noticed anything too odd about this island. I've seen a lot of plants and berries, which is normal for a rainforest. The only thing I've noticed a slight lack of is animals. From what I remember, rainforests are supposed to be bursting with animal life. All I've seen so far is a bright green frog, a gigantic snake, and some tropical birds. Maybe when we're deeper into the forest more animals will appear.
I've begun to get a bit thirsty, so I ask Aria if we can stop for a drink. Reluctantly, she nods. I open up my bag. Inside, I find a square of tarp, a pot, a flashlight, an extra jacket, a can of soup, and the sword I stuffed in; no water. "Can I see your bags?" I ask. She nods and hands them over, keeping her spear and pack of ten daggers on her lap. In Aria's three bags, I find two blankets, some rope, another square of tarp, a pack of matches, a bag of rice, a fishook, some twine, a pack of dried fruit, some beef jerky, a piece of flint, a first aid kit, an empty canteen, and two filled bottles of water. I open one of the water bottles and take a sip. I hold the bottle out to Aria, but she shakes her head. "We only have a little," she says. "I don't want to waste it." I close up the bottle, place it back in one of Aria's bags, and hand the three of them back to her. Then, slinging my bag over my back and grabbing my sword, we set off again.
Mason Riley (D2 M 18)
We've finally finished going through all of the bags, so I'm ready for some action. I call all of the careers over. "I'm ready for some action," I say. "I'm going out tribute hunting. If you want to come with me, you can."
"I'm coming!" Glint shouts quickly.
"Me too," Sheldon says.
"Count me in as well," I hear Jessie say.
"I guess that means I'm staying to keep guard," Alexandrite says.
"Awesome," I say. "I think we should split up into groups of two so that we can cover more ground. I'll go with Glint to East Island."
"What?" Sheldon protests. "Why can't I go with one of you?"
"Because we're going together, and you're going with Jessie," Glint says.
"Fine," Sheldon grumbles. "I'm going to go sharpen my spear," he says to Jessie. "Be ready to go in five minutes."
"Excellent," I say. "You ready, Glint?"
"Yup," he replies, grabbing his spear.
I lift up my sword. "Let's go."
Peter Grane (D9 M 13)
Miraculously, Swirl, Peyton, and I escaped the bloodbath without a scratch. We didn't get many supplies, but I'm just glad to be alive. Peyton ended up with a length of rope (which he's tied around his waist like a belt), I got a bottle of water, and Swirl grabbed a bag and a pack of the throwing knives. She gave Peyton and I each one, so I'm thankful for that. Hopefully, I won't need to use it, but I'm glad to have it, just in case.
We've been walking through the rainforest for a little over an hour, so we decide to sit down for a break. The water bottle that I got at the bloodbath is almost half empty, so I hope we manage to find a water source soon. We've seen lots of animals crawling around, so they have to be getting their water from somewhere. Then, we just have to figure out how to start a fire, and how to boil the water, and we'll have as much water as we'll ever need.
Five minutes after sitting down, I hear a snore to my right. I look over to see that Peyton has fallen asleep. I don't blame him. I'm pretty exhausted myself. I decide to stay awake, though. Since Peyton's napping now, he can take first watch tonight. I'd rather stay awake now instead of when it's dark out.
We end up resting for about half an hour. It gives me plenty of time to think, which I'm okay with. I'm just about to suggest we move on, when I hear something in the distance. It sounds like something big is forcing it's way through the forest. I tap Peyton on the shoulder, and put my finger over my lips to tell him to keep quiet. He's a bit dazed, but manages to take out his knife as Swirl and I do the same.
It isn't until I hear the laugh that I know who's approaching us. It's the careers. Peyton's face goes white, and I'm sure mine has done the same. "We have to split up and all run in separate directions," Swirl whispers to us. "There's two of them, and they're going to notice we're here in only a matter of seconds. They can't chase after all of us."
"Okay," I say as Peyton nods. "When do we run?"
"Now!" Swirl shouts as the two careers lock eyes with us. I stand up and run as fast as my legs can carry me. I force myself to stay facing forward, even though I have no idea if I'm being pursued or not. I can year the sound of someone crashing through the forest behind me, but I can't tell how close the sound is. For all I know, it could be Peyton or Swirl. Finally, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I turn around.
The boy from District Two is chasing me with a sword in his hand. He's only about ten feet away from me, so I turn back around and continue to run. Two minutes later, he catches up to me. I feel the weight of the gigantic boy push me to the ground. There's nothing I can do to free myself. He's too strong. The boy takes his sword and jabs it into my chest. As the world begins to fade away, all I can do is hope that both of my friends got away safely.
Swirl Winters (D10 F 14)
"Boom."
One of my allies is dead, and it's all my fault. Splitting up was a stupid idea. Neither Peyton or Peter stand any chance against either of those careers, and they know it. We should have hidden, and then charged at the two careers. If we were to catch them by surprise, both careers would be dead and both Peyton and Peter would still be alive. I just hope that whoever it was, they died quickly.
Currently, I'm sprinting away from the boy from District One, who decided to follow me. I've nearly lost him. He isn't too fast. Since he's out of sight, I decide that I should probably climb a tree. I don't want to run forever. About two minutes later, I find the perfect one. I pull myself up into the higher branches of the tree right as the boy stumbles into view. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to see me. I'm almost confident that I'm in the clear when he stops right under my tree.
I hold my breath as the boy looks around, panting. I'm relieved to see that he hasn't noticed me yet. He opens his mouth and shouts, "Mason! Where are you?"
Three minutes later, Mason jogs over. "Did you kill the boy?" Glint asks him.
"Yup, I got him," Mason replies. "What about you?"
"No, the girl slipped away from me. Do have any idea where the third one went? Maybe we should go after him."
"I think he went that way," Mason says, pointing to his left.
"Sweet. Let's go."
The boys finally walk away. I wish that Mason had identified the boy that he killed, or at least what he looked like. Now, I'm going to have to wait for sunset to know who died. Since the careers are still lurking around, I guess I should just stay in this tree until tomorrow morning. Then, I'll set off to find whichever of my allies didn't die.
I open my bag up and empty the contents. I haven't looked at what I have yet. Inside, I find a sleeping bag, a pack of matches, a pot, a bottle of water, and a ball of twine. It looks like I'll be going hungry tonight. Tomorrow, I'll set out in search of food and my ally. It's not a great plan, but it's the best I've got.
Tadalynn Shipka (D5 F 18)
I've decided not to go very deep into East Island's jungle. I'd rather be closer to the edge of the jungle so that I can make a quick getaway, if necessary. When I got to East Island, I decided to walk on the perimeter, towards the bridge to West Island. Once I got about halfway in between the bridges, I stopped, and walked about a quarter of a mile into the forest. It's the perfect spot, other than the fact that there's no water, no food, and tons of animals.
Thankfully, I have a little bit of food and water. At the bloodbath, I grabbed two bags and a length of rope. In the bags, I got a blanket, a piece of flint, a flashlight, a ball of twine, a set of utensils, an empty water canteen, a water bottle, a bag of rice, and a can of corn. I'm very upset that I didn't manage to get my hands on a weapon. I did find a pretty sharp rock, though. I guess it will have to suffice until I find an actual weapon.
Sitting on my rock on the edge of the jungle, I begin to doze off. My escape from the bloodbath and my hike here have really tired me out. I don't know how long I sleep for. It could be three minutes or three hours. It feels good to sleep. When I'm jolted awake, I realize just how precious my sleep was.
"Well, well, well! Look what we've got here!" I open my eyes to see the boys from Districts One and Two approaching me with their weapons. Maybe I should have slept somewhere more secluded. I try to stand up, but the boy from District Two kicks me back to the ground. "Don't even try escaping," he says.
I remain seated on my rock, but not because I'm taking the advice of that stupid boy. If I ran right now, the boy from District One would send his spear right through me. I have to catch them off guard. I have to surprise them. Grasping my rock in my hand. I lunge at the boy from District Two. My rock hits his cheek, and opens a bleeding gash. I don't have much time to celebrate. Before I can attack the boy from District One, he sends his spear into my stomach. I fall to the ground, and my vision swirls into blackness.
Sheldon Thomson (D4 M 18)
"Boom."
That's the second post-bloodbath cannon I've heard. Glint and Mason must of had some luck while tribute hunting. I wish I had gone with one of them. It's obviously Jessie's fault that we haven't found anyone yet. Mason and Glint are so much better than her. Well, I guess this means I'll get to go with one of them tomorrow.
About half an hour ago, Jessie and I decided we'd head back to the cornucopia. We want to get back before dark, since we haven't eaten anything since before we left. At last, I see the bridge. Looking across the trench, I can see Alexandrite near the cornucopia. I don't see Mason or Glint. They must still be hunting. I step onto the rope bridge, and begin the walk across.
Once we reach the end of the bridge, I immediately walk towards the cornucopia and begin shifting through bags for food. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Alexandrite shouts at me. "I've organized everything. The food is all over here," she says, pointing to a pile of bags.
"Okay," I say, opening a bag and digging into a bag of beef jerky.
An hour later, Mason and Glint step onto the island, talking loudly and comically about the two kills they had today. I notice Mason has a big gash on his cheek, but he doesn't seem to care. All he cares about is the boy he killed.
A few minutes later, Alexandrite points to the sun. "It's going to set directly in between East and West Islands. I think it'll just set into the mist since there's no horizon line." Honestly, I don't even care. All I care about is getting a kill tomorrow.
Harvest Anson (D9 F 18)
It's beginning to get dark, which means Osborn and I will get to see who died. Other than the bloodbath, we haven't seen much action today. After crossing the bridge to East Island, we hiked deep into the rainforest. We found a rocky area that sort of forms a cave. That's where we are now. We spent a few hours disguising our cave with vines and leafy plants. I have to say, it looks pretty impressive.
We've stacked our four bags, and two spears in a corner of the cave. We've got a fair amount of supplies: two sleeping bags, a blanket, some rope, a pack of matches, a piece of flint, a first aid kit, a jacket, a pot, an empty water canteen, two squares of tarp, a knife, a flashlight, three bottles of water, a can of soup, a bag of rice, two packages of crackers, and one can of tomatoes. It's enough for a few days, but we'll need to find some food and water.
All of a sudden, the Panem Anthem begins to play. I sit outside of the cave and look up at the sky. The first tribute is the girl from District Three. That wasn't really a shocker. Her district partner is up next. That one does surprise me a little. I thought he would survive longer. The next face surprises me even more: the girl from District Four. She was a career, even though she wasn't particularly strong. Then again, she did miserably fail to kill me today at the bloodbath.
The next dead tribute is the girl from District Five. She's the third eighteen-year-old in a row to die. The next face in the sky belongs to my district partner, Peter. I didn't know him too well, but he was a nice boy. I am sad that he died. The next death is the boy from District Eleven. I didn't really know anything about him. The last two faces belong to both tributes from District Twelve. I know they were allies, but I don't know much else. The anthem ends, and the sky fades to black. "I'll take first watch," Osborn tells me. I say good night, and climb into the cave. I pull my sleeping bag over me, and fall asleep.
The Fallen (2):
Peter Grane (D9 M 13)
Killed by Mason. He was stabbed in th chest by a sword after splitting up with his allies and attempting to run away.
Tadalynn Shipka (D5 F 18)
Killed by Glint. A spear was sent into her stomach after she attacked Mason.
Remaining Tributes (16):
D1:
Alexandrite Dazzle (D1 F 17)
{Annabeth-TheTributeThatLived}
Glint Sulf (D1 M 18)
{Jms2}
D2:
Jessie Harte (D2 F 14)
{ImSoCutee00}
Mason Riley (D2 M 18)
{Jms2}
D4:
Sheldon Thomson (D4 M 18)
{TheTributesWhoLived34}
D5:
Eridan Keating (D5 M 16)
{Nothing. Is. Real}
D6:
Nylah Tracks (D6 F 17)
{CherryRedPanda}
Peyton Stanley (D6 M 12)
{Jms2}
D7:
Mapelle Green (D7 F 14)
{Annabeth-TheTributeThatLived}
Rory Cedarby (D7 M 16)
{teampeeta1227}
D8:
Aria Law (D8 F 17)
{Kelper142}
Lukas Cottingham (D8 M 16)
{ImSoCutee00}
D9:
Harvest Anson (D9 F 18)
{Semi-Dedicated Wierdo}
D10:
Swirl Winters (D10 F 13)
{feistyflame}
Osborn Trevis (D10 M 17)
{The Koala of Doom}
D11:
Cherry Fairbanks (D11 F 16)
{TheTributesWhoLived34}
Kills:
Glint: Misty, Cobalt, Tadalynn
Mason: Ryland, Peter
Alexandrite: Jennette
Jessie: Jarvis
Sheldon: Marina
Alliances:
Alexandrite/Glint/Jessie/Mason/Sheldon
Nylah/Mapelle/Cherry
Eridan/Rory
Aria/Lukas
Harvest/Osborn
Peyton
Swirl
As promised, I found lots of time to write this weekend, so I finished a fairly large chapter. (Yay!) So in case you're wondering, I had reasons for killing off both Peter and Tadaylnn. Peter only had one vote in the poll. Plus, he was too young and weak to survive very long. Tadalynn also only had one vote. More importantly, her submitter, Taylor1103, hasn't reviewed once, so I'm assuming she's not reading.
Also, in case you're wondering, I just realized that The Boy From Gallifrey is now Semi-Dedicated Weirdo, so that's why Harvest's submitter's name is now different.
If you still haven't voted in the poll yet, I would consider doing so before I put my next chapter up because I'm going to take it down now that a third of the tributes have died. Anyways, thanks for reading, and a new chapter will be up as soon as it's finished! :-)