#33 Hunger Games

#33 Hunger Games

Players: Kajouka, Lily Lilac, Regent
Genre: Hunger Games
Rating: PG-13
Is this RP open or closed?: Open to two more, sign up here: #33 Hunger Games OOC
Notes:

We are playing careers in an alliance, who are taking out everyone. The idea for this thread is 1) short posts, 2) as fast as possible, 3) don't wait for turns, just make a move 4) testing rapid fire. 5) Just have fun!

The arena this year is wintery, with most of the world covered in snow. The tributes have on clothes that keep them warm enough during the day, but when night falls they should find some type of shelter if possible. Another trick? The snow is poisonous, so they need to find water in other ways. There is a small spring by the Cornucopia that runs west and ends in a small lake. On the west side there is also a lake and a river. That's about it. There are caves and a lot of pine trees.

Let's have fun!

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Spark’s eyes were only for the Cornucopia. Sure the world around her bore looking at, but no, she was staring straight at the weapons and the food. And knowing that she would kill immediately to get them.

The clock above her head was counting down across the sky... 50, 49, 48...

Rowan shivered, and not from the cold. This was it. It had been easy to put the arena out of his head during training but now everything was real. He knew he needed to grab some sort of axe and a bag or two. After that it was a matter of trying to stay alive long enough to get away from this place.

The clock was ticking...43, 42, 41....

Anticipation throbbed in her gut. Spark had trained her whole life for this, for the moment to emerge victorious. The moment to kill them all and stand glorious in front of the crowds that would cheer her. Oh, for the moment,she had her alliance. Her little alliance. And they would serve her well.

Sparked expected their eyes were on the prize as well, but that was no matter. 34...33....32

Spark swore the 60 countdown was the longest minute of her life. She wanted to go now, but every tribute knew to step off early was death. Instead she'd size up the competition one last time...

Next to her was the girl from 10. Spark didn't know her name. but she looked scared. Very scared. Spark could kill her on the way to Cornucopia if she pleased...

And next to her the boy from six who looked ready to piss in his jumpsuit. He might have just been cold, but Spark was sure he'd been shaking the entire time they'd been in the capital.

27...26...25...

The longest minute of her life...

...22...21...20...

Rowan cracked his knuckles. He had to move. Standing on this circle, waiting for the clock to hit zero was killing him. He couldn't remember a time he had been more anxious. Even that one time, when the tree had started to fall the wrong way, the had known how to correct the situation. Now, he was stuck.

A quick look to his right caused him to chuckle. The girl from five looked confident, too confident. He'd have no problem coming up behind her and snapping that pretty little neck. Yes, he could survive this part of the day without a problem.

...17...16...15...

He froze. It had begun. The games had begun and he had frozen on the spot. All around people were yelling. Then he heard it. The canon fired. It was as if an alarm had gone off in head and before Rowan knew what was happening, he was moving.

That girl from five was right there. A step later she had fallen. His hands were around her head. The neck snapped. The cannon fired. And finally, Rowan was in the game.

Spark didn't wait. She was straight for the Cornucopia, straight for the weapons. She was fast. She'd spent her life training for this and her feet flew like the wind, even over the white of the snow. The girl from 10 fell, but Spark ignored her. She could skill her later when her hands were around a knife or a spear or whatever other weapon she first grabbed.

And then she was there, and the knife was in her hand, and she was whirling around to jab it in the neck of someone stupid enough to come up behind her. She couldn't even say what district they were from, only that now they were dead. Two maybe, given the girl's size. Two, now that she looked closer. Two, who usually allied with One, but these two had been so damn snotty.

She whirled again.

There she was. Kit was one of her allies. And the one from seven Rowan. A strange group, but her own fellow tribute from one had made it clear he was going to pair up with men, and had take on his own little team of tributes. Spark's eyes glanced over to see him rounding the bend of the Cornucopia with one of teammates. They were going to have to battle for control of the thing.

She didn't plan to lose.

Already some of the less brave tributes had taken off into the woods. Others were trying to decide if they wanted to risk the stash. The boy from eleven was heading right for her at full speed. Spark would stand her ground... and then jump out of the way as soon as he arrived.

"Be ready Kit," she growled under her breath.

Rowan made his way to the edge of the cornucopia, picking up two packs. The smaller one contained a few throwing weapons was wrapped around his waist. The larger was a backpack that he eased on. There would be time to search the backpack later, when they had some down time.

Rowan whipped around when he heard someone cry his name. His fellow tribute was on her back slowly bleeding out. The poor girl was only twelve but she had volunteered as tribute to save her pregnant cousin from entering the stadium. Sighing, Rowan realized what he had to do.

"Don't worry Willow. I'll all be over in a moment." And with that simple statement Rowan began to smoother the poor girl. Yes, it was a mercy killing, but she was a seven. He owed her a relatively peaceful death if the bastard that did this to her wasn't going to finish the job.

Quick Tally:

• D1 M -
• D1 F - SPARK
• D2 M -
• D2 F - dead
• D3 M -
• D3 F -
• D4 M -
• D4 F - KIT
• D5 M -
• D5 F - dead
• D6 M -
• D6 F -
• D7 M - ROWAN
• D7 F - dead
• D8 M -
• D8 F -
• D9 M -
• D9 F -
• D10 M -
• D10 F - dead
• D11 M -
• D11 F -
• D12 M -
• D12 F -

He came on faster than she would have thought, but Spark was ready enough. She moved right, but he went low and caught her left leg and both tumbled. She tried to roll, but he was on her, and stronger than she would have originally guessed. He didn't look the build of a muscle man, but there was wiry strength that must have been from climbing trees. Spark threw her arm around and tried to hack at him with the knife, but he caught her wrist and moved to throw himself on top of her...

Rowan saw Spark fall. It was going to be now or never that tested their alliance. He reached for a throwing knife in the bag on his waist. The cool metal was so sharp that it pricked his finger, causing him to chuckle. Well I guess I was going to bleed eventually. He thought as he watched the knife fly through the air. The blade cut into the guy's thigh. Hopefully the shock of getting hit would give Spark enough time to get the upper hand in their tussle. If not, maybe their alliance wasn't meant to do be.

He was on her faster than she could have expected and he pulled his fist back to punch her. She thrashed beneath him, throwing up an arm to block. She was strong too, but his throw still sent a shock of pain through his arm. Then suddenly she felt the grip on her wrist loosen and she didn't wait. She yanked her wrist out of his hand and swung the knife towards his throat. He jerked to the side, his attention shifted for the moment, but he didn't long forget about her. Spark threw her weight at him, using her feet to push off the ground and to her side where she swung low with the knife this time into his gut.

He scream and punched her in the shoulder. She gritted her teeth and twisted the knife, then yanked it out. He was raging now, thrashing his fists everywhere as though he knew he was going down and planned to take her with him. Spark squirmed away, and rose to her feet, her eyes scanning around her. There were other fights going on as well. The female tribute from eight down by the boy from one. And she saw another go down [M10] but she wasn't sure who he was. They'd find out when the lights in the sky told them that night.

She glanced over to see Rowan, then down at the dying tribute from 11, and saw the knife in his leg and knew. Rowan had saved her. The alliance was on.

The other alliance, all boys, was forming up. Spark new her fellow tribute had been touting about how he was going to make a male pack and bring down all of them, and that he didn't need Spark, even though she was born and bred from a winner. Spark didn't need him though. He'd been a braggart and an punk the entire time she'd known him, and of all the games to volunteer for, she had to pick the same one as him. She resisted rolling her eyes as he and his team formed up. At least Kit had dispatched one of them.

"They'll be tough in the open," she muttered, holding her weapons and her ground. She caught sight of the girl, obviously from 11, tussling in the snow and almost laughed. She could kill her, easily. But eleven was known for climbing, and a lookout could prove useful.

"Grab what you want, and let's get that girl and get out of here. We need a plan if we're going to take them down." The Career pack was eyeing them as well.

Rowan turned as he heard the scuffle. Apparently he had only partially broken the girl's neck from five, if the angle her head was at was any indication. It didn't appear as though he'd have to finish the job though. Chuckling as the skirmish continued, Rowan started to gather a few more supplies.

A second, larger back pack was ripped on the ground. Inside looked to be some kind of blanket or sleeping bag constructed out of very thin, light material. He recognized it instantly as the gear used by the peacekeepers in his district. The goons hated being out in cold but they never looked cold. Figuring whatever it was, could keep him warm, Rowan threw the material into his back pack.

The girl from one was talking. Instead of responding, Rowan continued to walk around, picking up the things he wanted. He found a vest in one of the crates and threw it on over his uniform. The garment didn't add much in the way of warmth, but it did have a lot of pockets. Pockets, it seemed, were going to a commodity in this game as much of what could be used to carry things was either destroyed or lone gone, picked up by another tribute.