expensive mistakes — notepad

[crows]

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"Welcome all to the 125th annual Hunger Games!" A bright, cheery voice echoes in the town center. It's like this every year, has been like this every year since the failed rebellion. Despite all attempts, the Hunger Games kept coming, and the districts haven't been cleared of their past sins.

"As you all know, this marks an exceptional year for the Hunger Games, the Quarter Quell!" The neon orange of this woman's wig hurts most of the crowd, even though they're too polite to admit it. District One is kind enough to the Capitol - the Career districts are still the Capitol's favorite pets to murder. "And now, let's see what the twist will be this year!" A box comes out, and a powder-pale hand reaches out to open it, a thin smile on the woman's face. "This year, to remember that both young and old, man and woman were lost during the Rebellion, names will be drawn from all members in a District!"

Silence falls over the district. The Capitol woman laughs nervously. Nobody joins in.

"We were told we'd be safe!" A woman comes to the front, curly black hair in her eyes as she fights off Peacekeepers, eyes focused dead on the Capitol woman.

"I'm afraid all bets are off for the Quarter Quell, my dear!" The Capitol woman says, a weak attempt of a sing-song voice with the words.

"Liar!" Shrill now, this woman is becoming hysterical. "I lost my brother to the Games, how dare you think it's okay to take me away from my family? I have children! Are you guys monsters? What are you - you're nothing better than mutts." She draws back her head, and spits towards the Capitol stage.

Boom.

The woman falls, blood seeping out of her forehead already. A Peacekeeper is setting down a weapon.

"Perhaps you've all forgotten how merciful the Capitol is to you. We protect you, for heaven's sakes." The woman is starting to relax.

"Now, let's get to it!"

She pulls a tablet out of her purse, smiling at everyone as she hooks it up to a wire, connecting it to the big screens around the town square.

"Our first tribute will be... Evan Harkness!"

A thin, tall boy gets pushed forwards, dark circles under his eyes. He doesn't look like he could make it.

"Our second tribute will be...." The woman looks downcast, and nobody has to hear her speak the name out loud - it's already on the screens.

Evangeline Harkness.

She's got the same dark circles as the teenage version, the same thin form. But there's something else about her, something.. stronger.

"Alistair Kearns!" A smirking young adult steps forwards, confident and sharp-eyed. "Adam Lacea." Another similarly confident young man. The two of them smile at each other, poison barely hidden in their eyes. They know each other well, and perhaps that's their greatest downfall.

"Daedalus Marconi!" A man in his 40s perhaps, fiddling with a wire. There's another sorrowful silence as his son Cato is called. "Another set of relatives, how fun!" Is the Capitol woman's only response.

Faulkner Frost, Lincoln Miyamoto - District 4's champions. Both are agile, both are swimmers. But neither one of them look like they really want a fight.

"Aiden Murphy, Suki Lawliet.." The woman is the one who stays calm. Aiden passes out on stage.

"Harrison Brightside, Daniel Summers!" The two of them seem to be friendly, but Harrison has a look in his eyes, as though he knows the younger, stronger District 6 Tribute will win.

"Devon Fenton, Beatrice Jackson." Both of them look dead already, but Devon seems to have already resigned to his fate. His face is pale, and Beatrice is attempting to smile.

"Ngozi Mkango and Alexis Kuryakin!" Big, strong men who don't smile at each other as they stand up. Terrifying seems to be their game, and they're winning.

"Teddy Morton, and .. Thorne Harkness!" Teddy is hugging what looks to be his daughter tightly, Peacekeepers have to force him away before he finally goes up on stage. Thorne has to be dragged, kicking and spitting curses. The third Harkness to be Reaped this year.

"Stanford Rivers.. and Ophelia Rivers." A uncle/niece duo, Stanford comfortably sets his arm around Ophelia. He whispers something into her ear, something among the lines of they'll kill me before they kill you. Uncle Stanford never breaks a promise.

An arrogant man and a frail, timid woman are next, Revali Medoh and Mipha va Ruta. They're childhood friends, and they claim to know Lincoln.

In District 12, there's a silence before the names are read aloud. "Colin DeWinter-" A shriek of pain comes from a mother who's about to lose the only living twin she has- "And Eloise Hanson!"

The Capitol woman smiles. "Panem, please celebrate your lives, and the lives of the newest Tributes of Panem!"

TRIBUTE STATUS: 24 Tributes remain.
  District 1 - Evan Harkness, Evangeline Harkness
  District 2 - Alistair Kearns, Adam Lacea
  District 3 - Daedalus Marconi, Cato Marconi
  District 4 - Faulkner Frost, Lincoln Myamoto
  District 5 - Aiden Murphy, Suki Lawliet
  District 6 - Harrison Brightside, Daniel Summers
  District 7 - Devon Fenton, Beatrice Jackson
  District 8 - Ngozi Mkango, Alexis Kuryakin
  District 9 - Teddy Morton, Thorne Harkness
  District 10 - Stanford Rivers, Ophelia Rivers
  District 11 - Revali Medoh, Mipha va Ruta
  District 12 - Colin Dewinter, Eloise Hanson

[Legends]

shit you're good

[crows]

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The Games have begun. There's a sense of fear, a sense of crushing realization to many that it's unlikely they'll make it home alive. Someone starts to cry as they wait to get on their podiums - ginger hair in their face as they try and hide that fact.

"It's time." Robotically, emptily, twenty-four people go to stand on their podiums, to stand and wait their death. The platforms rise, and the tributes are suddenly in a circle surrounding a clearing. There's trees everywhere, there's no sign of meadows. A group of deer are running away from the sudden movement, fangs visible and gleaming in their mouths. Even the hunted are hunters now.

Ten, nine, eight- All are clearly anxious, a few looking around for their district partners. Alistair smirks, crossing his arms across his chest.

Five, four, three, two, one. The horn sounds, and The Bloodbath begins.

It's a mad dash to the Cornucopia, and a flighty-looking woman arrives first. Beatrice from District 7 grabs a backpack and runs, totally unaware that the backpack she'd been so focused on doesn't even have anything in it. She takes off towards the woods, not caring who follows her. She'll outrun them.

The youngest Tribute in the bunch is from District 1. Evangeline Harkness has given up the pursuit of trying to find her brother as she realizes that it's too dangerous. She gestures madly at her older brother as she runs to the Cornucopia. Everyone seems to give her a pass - she is only thirteen, after all. Small, steathy, but quick, Evangeline finds a bow, some arrows, and a quiver. Perfect. She's not that gifted with a bow, but enough still to at least take a few people down. Or those weird fanged deer. Shouldering her prize, Evangeline shoots off into the woods, silent and quick.

"Hey, that's mine!" It's funny how two grown men can be reduced to fight over something small under great desperation. A tall man and the ginger who'd been crying not earlier are now engaged in a tussle over a bag. "Please, I don't wanna hurt-" A kick to the stomach is all that District 12's Colin DeWinter needs. He backs off from Aiden Murphy of District 5, and runs away. Aiden shoulders the bag (this one with supplies), and follows suit.

Across the Cornucopia, a similar battle is taking place. "Come on old man! Just give it up!" Alistair Kearns, District 2. He'd already shown himself to be a powerful fighter, a true Career archetype. Teddy Morton of District 9 doesn't seem to like the insults. "You're a real ass, did you know that?" Teddy says, before wrestling an arm out of Alistair's grip, and punching Alistair in the nose. Blood starts to flow, and Alistair seems surprised. "Bastard!" Alistair wails, getting up and running. He knows better than to put up a fight. Teddy gets up off the ground, brushes dirt off his pants, and continues on.

Adam Lacea (Alistair's partner) grabs a graceful, silvery shield leaning on the Cornucopia as he's ignoring his partner's struggle with the older man. Surprise is apparent when Teddy wins, and Adam turns around to go after Teddy - only to realize that it would be useless to go after him. Adam sighs, and instead runs after Alistair, wondering if he even knows how to fix a potentially broken nose.

Devon Fenton runs away from the Cornucopia. He has nothing to fear, he's from District 7. He's never ranked high on the threat list, and nobody seems to notice as he takes off. Devon has some basic survival skills, but to be frank: he doesn't mind the thought of dying. He has nothing else really to go to when he gets home. The lanky man disappears into the trees before most people notice he's gone.

Faulkner runs away from the Cornucopia, looking for his district partner Lincoln. He can't find him, and Faulkner almost smiles. Hopefully, that's one less person to worry about in the Games. Faulkner doesn't need supplies, he's smart enough to figure out what to do.

"Hey, hey, hey!" A thick accent cuts through a group of Tributes who have grouped up, staring at each other nervously. "I'm Alexis. I don't want to hurt you guys. We can share, yes?" Alexis Kuryakin from District 8. Suki Lawliet from 5, Eloise Hanson from 12, and Evan Harkness from 1 pause. Slowly, they set down the items they have. They all awkwardly smile at each other, all picking out weapons that fit them the best. Suki grabs a pair of hunting knives, Alexis takes a bat. Evan and Eloise go for the same thing (a bow), but Evan lets Eloise take it. Evan chooses a one-handed sword. Supplies and water bottles are handed out evenly, and Evan pauses, mouth dry. "Have you guys seen my sister?"

Mipha va Ruta and Revali Medoh are already in an alliance. The two of them meet up together, check for any wounds or possible weapons to take, then run off, away from the crowd. There's fear in their eyes, and Mipha is almost dragged as Revali takes her hand in his, desperate to get the two of them to higher ground.

"Oops." Ophelia Rivers's eyes are wide as she realizes that the older man (Harrison Brightside, District 6) has what she doesn't. The District 10 girl has fishing bait, but Harrison has the fishing gear. Harrison seems terrifying at first, but then smiles at Ophelia. "Truce?" He asks, holding out a hand. "Truce." Ophelia says, and the two start running with their fishing supplies. Clearly, there has to be a stream somewhere.

Daniel Summers (District 6, bright red hair that clearly isn't natural) runs away from the Cornucopia. He's strong, he's fast. He seems to think that he can gather supplies as he goes, and that's probably true. There's genuine fear in his eyes as he runs off, and he almost trips over a platform as he runs.

Daedalus Marconi of District 3 cannot find his son in the Bloodbath. Fearing the worst, Daedalus snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag. "Cato!" Daedalus screams, before running towards the woods. He'd protect his son, he knew he had to. Daedalus didn't mind dying if it meant that Cato would survive.

Cato can't hear his father's scream. He's busy dodging Tributes. Just before the meadow turns into trees, he finds throwing knives in a little pile. Perfect. The 15 year old takes a handful of throwing knives, and runs, praying that his father is out there safe.

Ngozi muscles through the Cornucopia, ignoring all attempts at fighting. In the back of the golden horn, he finds a backpack full of camping equipment. His perfect smile appears as he shoulders it, though he wishes he had something that wasn't just tents or sleeping bags.

One bag remaining. Lincoln Myamoto of District 4 versus Thorne Harkness, District 9. "Wanna rock paper scissors for it?" Thorne quips, before diving at the bag. "Hey!" Lincoln joins the mix, tackling Thorne (and the bag) as Thorne is struggling to get the bag on him. "Listen up asshole, you're a Career, you'll be fine! Just give me the fuckin-" Thorne's angry quip is stopped as the bag straps he'd been attempting to get over his shoulders tighten around his neck. His eyes are bulging as Lincoln tightens the pressure around his neck. "We all know Faulkner will get all the sponsors." Lincoln hisses into Thorne's reddening face, and the Career sighs. "I didn't want to do this, but I need these supplies." Thorne's nails are digging into the bag straps, a scream is attempted, but there's no air left. Thorne Harkness fixes Lincoln with a glare of sheer hatred that seems unnatural with Thorne's almost white-grey eyes, before they roll back into his head.

Boom. The first Tribute has fallen. Lincoln backs up, pushing the lifeless body over, pulling the bag off him and opening it up.

It's empty.

Outside the Cornucopia, away from the struggles, Stanford Rivers of District 10 is grabbing a shield with a sharp edge surrounding it. This seems right, a defensive item. Perfect, just what the man needs. The boom of a fallen tribute startles him, and he starts to run.

The Bloodbath is over.

TRIBUTE STATUS: 23 Tributes remain.
  District 1 - Evan Harkness, Evangeline Harkness
  District 2 - Alistair Kearns, Adam Lacea
  District 3 - Daedalus Marconi, Cato Marconi
  District 4 - Faulkner Frost, Lincoln Myamoto
  District 5 - Aiden Murphy, Suki Lawliet
  District 6 - Harrison Brightside, Daniel Summers
  District 7 - Devon Fenton, Beatrice Jackson
  District 8 - Ngozi Mkango, Alexis Kuryakin
  District 9 - Teddy Morton, Thorne Harkness
  District 10 - Stanford Rivers, Ophelia Rivers
  District 11 - Revali Medoh, Mipha va Ruta
  District 12 - Colin Dewinter, Eloise Hanson

[Legends]

shit it got better

[arrow]

ok so
- devon's out there being the forest-dwelling cryptid we always knew he was
- alexis not wanting to hurt anyone is the real plot twist here
- evan and eloise being kinda in sync feels like an easter egg, a lil wink wink

[crows]

*bows to leggy

- yeah devon is the best cryptid to exist
- alexis is a sweet child
- lincoln is actually a pacifist so idk why he went so hard on thorne
- yeah i had to add that in there whink

also im gonna try and go with it real time,,, so technically i should have day 1 and night 1 set up soon

[ashen]

cries, tracking bc i never write w u ever and now i can only regret that MORE BC OF HOW GO OD  U ARE OH MY GOD

[crows]

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Eloise and Evan split up from the group first. The two of them already seemed to form a stronger alliance than what the others were, and Alexis followed suit not long afterwards. The small "pack" was disbanded, all going off in their own ways. "I still need to find Evangeline." Evan mutters to Eloise as they pass by a river. There's a haunted look in Evan's eyes. When their pack looked through the rest of the Cornucopia, they'd found his cousin Thorne's body not far outside. Luckily, his younger sister hadn't been there as well. Eloise nods reassuringly, brushing her hand against his. "Of course." The two smile, before Evan jerks away, blue eyes focused on something in the distance. "I heard her." He says quietly, looking behind at Eloise. "I'll go get her. I'll meet you back here, okay?" He gestures to the bow she has on her, and she nods. "Stay safe." And with that, Evan Harkness is gone. Eloise settles down on a log, looking around carefully. The woods seem to last forever- the only water they've found is the river. She's starting to refill bottles when crashing and crumpling of branches ends with her almost firing an arrow into Teddy Morton's chest. "No, wait!" Teddy pants, hands up high. "Not me! Run!" Crashing commences, and Eloise turns - only to run into Alexis. "Hey!" She squeaks, then stops as she realizes the bat is pointed at her. The tables have turned, and it's a standoff between the small girl with the bow, and the man with the bat. "Nice try, 'Louise." A familiar voice whispers into her ear, and Eloise finds herself trapped between Alexis and her District partner, Colin DeWinter. He's weaponless, but that doesn't mean he can't kill. "Colin! Please, Colin, we're fri-"

Her plea is cut off as she turns, pushing the bow into Colin's neck. The sudden upwards move can at least bruise his windpipe. Then, chaos insues. Teddy clearly has the best intentions, as he rushes to her aid immediately, holding a thin, bright knife that glints in the sun as he slashes Colin's arm. Eloise doesn't even have time to scream when Colin pulls out a similar weapon and jams it into Teddy's windpipe. Eloise is screaming, but she doesn't know why. She doesn't even know Teddy, but it gurgles in her throat, similar to the sound Teddy is currently making. She makes a move to run, but then is struck to the ground by a blunt force. The bat. She turns onto her back, crawling away as Alexis menaces on her. "Colin, please, we're from the same distric-" Alexis's cold eyes stare into her, and the last thing Eloise sees is Evan (and a smaller, female version of him) turning around and darting away.

Colin and Alexis sigh, trying hard not to look too closely at the crumpled body.

Boom, boom. Two down. Colin pulls the bow out of Eloise's hands, taking the quiver and any supplies he can scavenge. Alexis pulls the knife out of Teddy, and the two start running away to let the Gamemakers take the still-warm bodies away.

After the two men walk away, a thin figure emerges from the bushes. She's been hiding since the beginning. Perhaps she planned to take Eloise down herself. But whatever happened, Suki Lawliet was entirely unseen during the entire event. She's looking around the area, searching for any weapons dropped in the scuffle - any supplies Eloise left. Pushing black hair out of her face and picking off bits of bushes and mud (Suki is gifted at camouflage), she sighs, before heading deeper into the forest. There's nothing for her here.

"Stay in the trees. I'll find something for us." Revali has a large bow, unwieldy and useless to anyone but an expert marksman. Mipha smiles at him, glad that she has someone to count on. Her trident rests at her side, ready to go at any moment. The older boy starts to wander away, steps light and careful. He's been compared to a bird even during the beginning, and that was the aura they were going for during his time in the Capitol - fast, careful, flighty. Mipha is more down to earth, but agile and graceful. Not like a bird... but perhaps something a little more water-bound. Revali won't admit it on camera, but he really does worry about Mipha. She's too delicate for this game, she won't last long without his help. A fanged deer appears, and Revali stops, judging how worth it it'd be. Perhaps... taking careful aim, Revali fires perfectly through the head, and it only takes a quick cut from a hunting knife to end it all. He'll have to skin everything now, but at least Mipha and him will be able to eat.

The siblings are together now. Careful, silent, the duo take things carefully. Gather supplies, then think about killing the others. "Ouch!" Evangeline hisses as she pulls a blackberry thorn out of her finger. "What happened?" Evan asks, nervously staring at her finger. It's bleeding. Normal blackberries don't do that. "Does it hurt?" Evangeline shakes her head. "It's fine, it's just... a bigger response. It's just a thorn." Evangeline laughs brightly. Evan goes white at the word thorn. Evangeline watches his expression, a question in her mind. Then, she realizes why Evan hasn't suggested looking for their cousin. "Oh." She says quietly, realizing that she never had the chance to say goodbye to Thorne.

The horrors are still replying in Evan's mind. Thorne's body, the expression on Eloise's face as she got her head bashed in by Alexis.. Evan finds himself biting his lip to hold back tears. He shouldn't be here. He's nineteen, he deserves to be home. Most District 1 teenagers would kill for a chance in the Games. Not Evan. Not like this, not when he knows after this is over he'll probably never see his sister again. He's shaking now, and he walks away from the berry-gathering for a moment to compose himself. He's shaking with his knees to his chest when a small package floats from the sky. A warm smell comes from it, and Evan realizes there's food in it. From who? Popping it open, Evan realizes it has no name. There's nobody that gave it, but he does see there's some dried foods, along with a bundle of the sauce-and-meat stuffed breads he liked so much at the Capitol. "Thanks." His thin build had been a source of light humor during his interview, and he can't tell if this is comfort food, or a light jab. Probably both.

"Aiden!" The ginger boy jumps as he realizes he's not alone in the little grove he's been hiding in. Aiden poises to run, but the taller, darker man stops him. "Aiden, no! I want an alliance, I promise!" Alistair is walking closer, and Aiden sees that there are no visible weapons. "You're fast, and whatever you did to get that 11 on the private session, I want that on my side." The two stare at each other, and then Aiden reaches out a hand. They shake, and then smile. "Come on, I know of a cave that we can hide stuff in." Alistair says, waving an arm and they start moving. "Stumbled in on it like half an hour ago. It's perfect!" It's a five minute walk, and Alistair opens a veil of vines to show a clean (but a tad musty) cave. Already, a backpack and two bottles of water sit. Aiden's mouth is dry, and he looks over to Alistair. "Go ahead! There's a river nearby, we have plenty!" Scooping up a bottle of his own, Alistair opens it up, and takes a long sip. Aiden does the same after watching Alistair carefully. The dark haired man smiled. "What?" He asks lightly, gesturing to the bottle. "You really think I'd poison my ally?" He laughs, and Aiden laughs along with, until Alistair's smile turns into a smirk. "You're right." Alistair gets out, the kind smile turning Cheshire. Aiden suddenly realizes that he'd been had. "Idiot, you'd think I'd let an 11 live?” Alistair starts to laugh, but then stops. His eyes are wide as he coughs, then looks down at his mouth to realize he just coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Alistair had drunk from the wrong bottle. Aiden has time to grab the other backpack and run before Alistair can do anything worse to him, and as he escapes into the daylight, a boom echoes. Bastard.

Lincoln is waist-deep in water that is clearly unclean. The forests have turned to marshes, and Lincoln doesn't know if the way back is safe. He’s still clutching the empty backpack - how ironic to not have a water bottle, he thinks as he sloshes through the muck. He thinks he sees food, but realizes the turtle is... eating a bird. Perhaps not the best creature to attack. Brushing his blonde hair back, Lincoln realizes he’s still shaking from the Bloodbath where he murdered a boy his age - for a empty backpack. A waste of resources. And now, he’s panting, with no water even as he drips with it. ”Please.” Lincoln murmurs, pushing himself up onto a tree. Perhaps a break from the marsh might help. He lodged himself in the crook of a tree, and he sees it: a water bottle-sized package.

Devon is stalking the older man who clutches an electrical wire. Devon knows Daedalus isn’t a threat - but if he can get him out of the way, that’s one less to worry about. Devon has never killed (never even thought of it), but he’s holding a spear that he knows he can hurl into the man’s back. He’s about to take aim, when a step forwards sends Devon flying. Daedalus turns around to watch Devon flip upside down, in the trap he’d prepared with the same coil of electrical wire he now holds. Devon’s struggling, and Daedalus smirks. “Next time you follow me, I won’t be as kind.” And with that, Daedalus runs away, leaving Devon hanging from his ankle.

Stanford is hunting. His niece is somewhere nearby, picking berries. They've made quite the duo after they found each other in the short day they've been together, combining supplies and planning courses of action. Stanford has already told Ophelia one thing that he repeats: he'll die before he has to kill Ophelia. If it comes down to it, Stanford wants her to live. It's not just uncle affection, it's the way he knows his twin will look into his eyes (or more accurately, won't) if he returns with the blood of his niece on his hands. He catches a rabbit with a slingshot, and starts to skin it. Somewhere, there's a sharp cry. "Ophelia!" The instinctive call is instant, immediate. Fear rushes through him as he races to where he knows his niece was last, only to find his niece popping her thumb in her mouth. "The berries have thorns like needles." She tells Stanford, gesturing to the hole in her thumb. "Let's stay away from those, then." Stanford says, helping her up and wrapping her in a hug. He's never letting her out of sight again.

"Oh no, oh nonononono-" Despite the fact it's the Hunger Games, and you're supposed to be quiet, Daniel Summers is definitely not being quiet. He's running from Harrison Brightside, a man who taught him how to fish for God's sakes. And now, he was being hunted by the same man. "Oh please, oh no-" Daniel stumbles on a root, and finds himself tripping and tumbling. There's a shooting pain in his ankle, but that's nothing compared to the feeling of falling forever, out of control down a ravine. He's gonna die, isn't he? Harrison is gonna kill him, too. He lands in a stream, and his arms go instinctively to his ankle. It's not broken, just sprained. A horrible start to the Games. But, as he waits and waits for Harrison to appear and rip his throat out, he realizes that his District partner is gone. Letting out a sigh, Daniel sits up, pulling red hair out of his face. A lucky break, for once.

Adam didn’t stick with Alistair - he couldn’t trust him. Instead, he’s found a fishing set near a old fire (possibly the old man and the girl that ran off together), and he’s chosen to take a moment and fish. It’s quite peaceful out here, actually. Adam didn’t have time to appreciate the small things back home. Here, after realizing his life is at stake, a little fishing is peaceful. He leans back, grinning as he gets a bite. Soon, he’s cooking fish, proud of himself for finding a meal so early on in the games. He’s not dying of hunger any time soon.

"Shhh, darling." The teenager is looming over the smaller, thinner girl, a smile on her face as she wields a sharp hatchet. "I'll make it quick." Beatrice had had bright pink hair for the opening ceremony, that pink is fading quickly, being replaced by the average brown. Mipha is skittering back, fear evidence in her eyes. "Don't scream for your little friend, I'll get him too." Beatrice promises, tapping her finger to her lip thoughtfully. "Do you have anything you'd like to say?" The woman pauses, raising the hatchet high. "Revali!" Mipha screams into the wind, then stops as the hatchet drives through her neck. Beatrice stands, wiping blood off the weapon. "Goodbye, little fish."

Boom. She turns away from the corpse, digging and taking a few important items from Mipha's backpack before leaving it with her.

Ngozi didn't stay with Alexis. He didn't trust the tall, silent man. Ngozi is tall and strong himself, but he's not dumb. Ngozi has always been on his toes, always a cunning person. He needs to get somewhere where he can watch everything go down before he starts to fight. As the forest gets steeper, his mood lightens. Ngozi does well climbing, his arms and feet seem to know where to position themselves without him even thinking. The air almost seems nicer, too. The higher he goes, the safer he feels.

There's another cave, and in it, two unlikely allies are there. "Ow!" Wheezes a attractive young man with a scar over his eyebrow to a younger, unsure looking fifteen year-old. Cato Marconi and Faulkner Frost are (shortly) in alliance. "Maybe if you held still things would hurt less." Cato suggests, biting his lip as he dabs at the gash running down Faulkner's arm. "I've got the disinfectant almost everywhere but this. After this, don't touch it." Cato threatens, and Faulkner nods, icy blue eyes watching Cato distrustfully. "Why are you helping me? You know, I'll probably kill you in a few days." Cato nods, then shrugs thoughtfully. "It seems like the right thing to do."

TRIBUTE STATUS: 19 Tributes remain.
  District 1 - Evan Harkness, Evangeline Harkness
  District 2 - Alistair Kearns, Adam Lacea
  District 3 - Daedalus Marconi, Cato Marconi
  District 4 - Faulkner Frost, Lincoln Myamoto
  District 5 - Aiden Murphy, Suki Lawliet
  District 6 - Harrison Brightside, Daniel Summers
  District 7 - Devon Fenton, Beatrice Jackson
  District 8 - Ngozi Mkango, Alexis Kuryakin
  District 9 - Teddy Morton, Thorne Harkness
  District 10 - Stanford Rivers, Ophelia Rivers
  District 11 - Revali Medoh, Mipha va Ruta
  District 12 - Colin Dewinter, Eloise Hanson

[finny.]

first of fucking all
you did thorne dirty

and
colin is killing people AKDNCIC.ks

[crows]

first of all no, the algorithm did thorne dirty im doing what hunger games simulator tells me to do

Second of all yeah hate 2 tell u but Colin’s a bit of a hoe during this