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Eva’s stomach was growling as she neared the water. Her arms were scratched up from breaches she had passed as the winds ha blown her into a direction she didn’t want to go. Her eyes were kept trained on the water unsure if she was hungry enough to trust this happening. it seemed too good to be true. “What is sushi?”

When the lake got populated with colorful fishes, Hunter simpered. He had some snacks from Satine, but the hunger never shut up so easily, and the mere thought of something to eat made butterflies spin in his empty stomach. Holding his torch, lit up, in case anybody tried to be funny and as much as touch him, he looked over his shoulder at the nearest person and exclaimed, “Do you think they have sushi too? I’d really like some sushi.”

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birchpembrooke:

Birch nodded, unsure how to continue. “It’s a little frightening isn’t it? Not knowing who you are.” He tapped his fingers along his prosthetic, reminding him that he didn’t have an arm again. He shook his head, trying to get the headaches out of his head. “It’s wrong sending people to die, but it’s cruel taking away our entire beings before they do it.” Birch thought about the people who had already died, not knowing where they are or who they’re fighting for or where they come from. 

“More than a little.” She breathed out still not really remembering much after the year 12. The last memory she had managed to put into context was arriving in Eleven all on her own frightened to death.

“Both is cruel- and so unnecessary. Why have us kill each other, when you could just built like a regime where everyone can be happy instead of people wanting to riot,.”

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Task 01. Stronger Than Yesterday: $100

Task 02. The Reaping: $0

Task 03. Gotta Get Down On: $100

Task 04. Skills: $100

Task 05. Hakuna Matata (That’s Our Motto): $100

Task 06. Arena Plans: $100

Task 07. Identifiers: 

Task 08. Heavenly Bodies: 

Task 09. Chariots: $100

Task 010: RuleandRecap: N/A

Task 011. Training Prompts: 3 x $100 = $300

Task 012. Learned Skills: $100

Task 013. Skills Presentation (Score of 5): 0 x 100 = $0

Task 014. Bruno/Taylor Tribute Interview: $100

Big Sponsor Funds: $1000

119th Victory Ball: already added

full: 1200

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Chariots:

Barefooted and the clothes are ripped and dirty

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amara-sorghum:

In the now open area, Amara could see the woman coming toward her, clearly disoriented. Though she wasn’t sure if it was the best option, Amara planted her feet and remained still until the woman bumped into her and fell. Who was this woman and what did she want? Why was she so confused? Had she also lost a family member, maybe even her own child? She looked around Amara’s age, or the age Amara thought she was at the moment. She was torn between trying to threaten the woman and offer help, until she noticed that the two seemed to be dressed in almost the exact same thing. What on earth was happening? Had this woman been taken from another settlement like The Pas, too?

Reluctantly, Amara reached her hand out to offer the woman help standing if she wanted it.

With shaking hands Eva took the hand pushing herself up before coughing out the last bit of water in her lungs breathing heavily. Her body tensed up a little a weird feeling crawling up her gut as if she should be on guard around other people. As if she wasn’t save here.

“Than you-”

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birchpembrooke:

“Um, hello,” Birch said, unsure of how to greet the girl that stepped out of the greenery. “I don’t really want to do the whole Hunger Games thing right now, if that’s okay? Everything is a little…um…confusing?” Birch kept his guard up, unsure of what to do. He had already killed a boy, but learning everything about his life so far, he was becoming less and less inclined to wanting to kill. He still wanted to win, but the initial rage, confusion, and uncertainty that warranted his first kill, did not compel him to do it again. 

“yes-” Eva almost let out a breath of relief head nodding along as her posture slacked a little. Confusing was probably the best way to describe it. She barely had any idea of what was going on, no memory of her reaping, no memory of what had happened. For all she knew all of this could have been nothing but a simple game, merely a prank. 

“Let’s-not kill each oter right now.”

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The memories of her life had slowly been coming back over the hours and by now Eva knew just fine why she was here and what she was supposed to do. That didn’t prepare her though to actually meet a fellow tribute. It was not like she wanted to kill after all. Perhaps she could just skip it this one time and start later?

Stepping out of the bush she straightened up looking at the man cautiously waiting for himt o act.

Birch was in awe. Almost immediately as the water started to recede, plants started to grow. Grass sprouted in bunches in front of him. He smiled, happy to see life starting to thrive here. It felt…hopeful. Birch knew these Games were meant to toy with the tributes. He remembered Games where there were lulls of safety and then out of nowhere something caused death and destruction to rain down on the Arena. But, there was something nice about feeling good, even if it is fleeting. 

He started forward, seeing sprouts of trees shoot up from the ground, growing as if in fast-forward. It was only then that he heard a rustling behind him and spun around, not wanting to engage with anyone right now. 

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Eva’s lungs felt as if they were about to collapse any second. She didn’t know how much water she had inhaled trying to stay afloat the flood. She certainly was not a talented swimmer, the only thing she could have ever done was float and today it had saved her life. Still coughing and wheezing Eva began to stumble across the arena unsure of where she was headed only knowing that she needed to move if she didn’t want to go insane.

Almost blind to her surroundings she crashed into another person the contacts sending her straight onto her butt.

The hunger didn’t matter. The pain didn’t matter. The headache didn’t matter. It was all agonizing but it didn’t matter. 

Even the sprouting greens didn’t matter. Amara’s jaw was clenched and her eyes set scanning the horizon as she walked with a purpose despite not knowing where she was or what direction to go in. Someone had her daughter, and someone was going to die for it.

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Her feet were starting to hurt a little at the distance her bare feet had already covered, but there was a strange urge deeply settled into her gut that was pushing her forward into the unknown. Whether it was curiosity or fear-she didn’t know. “I’m Eva-” her voice seemed rough, be it of lack of use already or the fact that it was still hard for her to catch her breath after the fall.

There were burns along her shoulder blades and with her ankle twisted in the fight she had to limp to a quiet corner away from the others. Perl, that was her name. She remembered her parents with startling clarity. Their young faces and her mother with paint on her hands. Wrapping her arms around her shoulder blades she looked up at the sound of footsteps. “My name is Perl,” she told them cautiously. “Do you remember anything?”

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pegasusgleam:

His shoulder needed to be pushed back into place, even more so following his strain to end the life of the girl who chose him for her assault. Ajay repeatedly shoved against it with his good hand, but no secure feeling came. The ground beneath his feet was solid and less comfortable than where he had fallen from, but felt safer. Little bits of a color he couldn’t remember the name of sprung from the dirt, growing slowly. He was so invested in watching their progress that the new person made him jump defensively. A moment later, he deemed her safer too. She wasn’t trying to cause him harm. 

“It is,” he agreed quietly. “What’s your name?”

As the outlines of a man formed Eva started to feel more secure glad to have found someone else in this world, where ever this was. “Eva…” She murmured quietly feeling as if loud words would interrupt the almost serene setting of things growing and only cause havoc.

Up till now she paid little interest as to what she was wearing, but now that she saw the man’s clothes a strange feeling befell her, as if the cloths were ridiculous even though she couldn’t remember what one usually wore.

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Her shoulder blades were still burning with pain and Eva knew that there were red bruises covering her skin where the fire had burned.She had been too slow in putting it out to go unharmed. And yet- she had never felt so at peace in her life. Or she thought she hadn’t. Ever since having jumped her thoughts had been all over the place pounding against her skull like a hammer bringing small fidgets of pictures along, fractures of voices calling a name: Eva- eva- that’s what we’ll call her. But Eva did not care about that. She did not care about any of that. She only wanted the pain to be gone, to leave her be happy.

After having been alone for so long she had given up hope to find another person actually finding comfort in the solitude and swirling colours around her. Yet the voice called out a name, she did not know making her feet turn that direction: “That’s good to know.” Eva couldn’t see anything yet but shadows and her skin started tingling as sheneared the unknown.

The girl sprinting towards him was at first a blessing, in his eyes. Another person, another human. Someone who possibly held answers to the billions of questions running through his mind. He’d only just remembered throwing ones hand back and forth in the air was an appropriate greeting. As he did so, the other kind of human’s face came into clearer focus. It read with emotions of fear and panic. The closer she came, the less he wanted to be near her. His suspicions of her came to life when she tackled him to the ground, the leaves of her coverage tangling with his. She attempted to punch and slap at his face and body, but his surprise overpowered his ability to feel pain. When she struck his shoulder, ripples of agony rushed through him. The extent of his fall hadn’t come without consequences. 

To defend himself from further suffering, the young man struck back at the girl’s face, sending her to the brown Earth with a thud. He pinned her to the ground, pressing the weight of his own legs against hers. His fists made repeated contact with her face until it was red, either stinging in pain or from the blood seeping from it. Her scream surrounded them, but the cries were no match for the intimidation she’d already presented, the fuel for his determination. Eventually, her screams and movement stopped. He only stopped when a loud popping noise scared him onto his feet. His shoulder whined in response, and he was still unable to move it. 

With the girl’s bodily fluids covering his fists, he pressed onward into the unknown world. He wondered what would happen to her. Death…right? People died, he knew that. Gone forever. He didn’t know anyone who was dead…he thought. Closing his eyes hard, the man tried to envision something that wasn’t something he’d learned in the last dozen moments. Only silohuettes greeted him, then a gray-ish building of some sort. Lots of people were there, though again without faces to reassure him they were real. A taller shadow in particular seemed to want his attention. They called to him. Over and over as though he chose to ignore them. The voice became louder and louder, the sound the same each time. “Aj….aj…jay.”

The boy snapped back into reality with a sweat broken out on his neck. “Ajay,” he spoke aloud for the first time since waking. “My name is Ajay.”

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Learned skills:

climbing

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Arena Plans:

Do you plan on forming any alliances?

I’m not here to make friends, so no. can’t have anyone holding me back if I want to survive.

If so, with whom?

As said- noone.

Do you plan on trying to grab something during the bloodbath?

I think so- Depends on what I can find though.

If so, what?

Probably a weapon or as much food as possible depending on the arena

Do you plan on hunting out other tributes in the arena?

I don’t think so- there are definitely more skilled people around so why not let them come to me.

What would you consider your greatest strength?

My determination.

What would you consider your greatest weakness?

I really don’t feel comfortable talking about that.

Who do you think is your biggest competition?

The old victors participating.

If you don’t win, who would you want to win?

I don’t know these people- I really don’t care.

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Hakuna Matata:

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Gotta get down on:

Eva had always had a fondness for Wednesdays. It meant the middle of the week, another week halfway through, another week half survived. She was not the Monday kind of girl, the one that looked out positively for the rest of the week, she wasn’t looking for a new start. Sunday on the other hand seemed to be too much of an end to enjoy it. Wednesday was just right. Wednesday meant peace.

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Stronger than before:

Eva had always believed in the strength of will and mind. Ever since she had been little she had been just that, small and fragile of weakly figure. Her mind was all she had to protect herself, to shield her away from the world. Growing up she tried to train her mind, to be determined and strong-willed. Only later in her life was it that she learned to appreciate the perks of physical strength, the feeling of muscles burning and feeling like she was pushing something forward, even if it was only her body. That being said she never forget how valuable power of mind was, how much determination could bring you.

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Skill Presentation:

You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill-

The words echoed through Eva’s mind as she strode through the doors of the training center. She had been the last one waiting in that room, but contrary to popular belief it only let her calm down and collect herself. She had thought about what to do and if the gamemakers like it they would like it and if they didn’t then it would be like that.  There was no use of fretting over what could happen.

The air in the room was cool showing no sign of the previous presentations, either it had been cleaned properly or no one had done anything spectacular.  Her eyes landed on the gamemakers showing a reasonable amount of disinterest, which Eva could understand. She wouldn’t have wanted to watch 26 people  more or less fumble through their excercises.

Truth to be told. Eva had not learned much of weapon handling, actually she hadn’t learned how to handle any of them, but that didn’t matter now. She doubted that she would have managed to learn it in such a short span of time anyway. She would have to do with the stuff she knew.

It was a short walk towards the fire making station and not for the first time during her time in the tower that she wondered how fast someone could get used to a place. Within minutes she had a few fires burning made out of various material and different ways. By this time everything Eva was doing was mechanical, with her body taking over there was no space for the fear of failure, no time for exhaustion. She just needed to get that over with. Once the fire was burning she turned around heading for the weight station. She was in no way nearly as muscled as some of the tributes she had seen, but the work on the field and in the mines had made her muscles grow and she could carry a decent weight. The next few minutes were spent with weights being lifted and tossed around as hard and as heavy as she could relishing in the burn of her body. It was nice to do something familiar, nice to feel good at something again. Yet once she felt like she had done all she could do, there wasn’t much variation concerning weighs after all she still had time left and she eyed the climbing wall with a nervous look. She could do this right? She hadn’t been that bad. As she scrambled up the wall as fast as she could she felt her body aching with every move, but she refused to slow down if only to spite the gamemakers. Just as she pulled herself over the edge the timer rang and she gazed at the gamemakers breathing heavily with a small smirk. Her way down was provocatingly slow taking her time before she shut the door behind her feeling like she had just closed a door on a part of her life.