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» The Beginning of the End, DAY THREE - Everyone
Acorn Butternut
 Posted: Jan 13 2015, 01:23 AM
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17 Years
Male
5'11"
170 lbs LBS
District Eleven
20-December 14 • 255 Moneys

Gem


Acorn and Barric travelled for hours, taking frequent stops so that neither of them got overwhelmed. Travel was difficult, and Acorn regretted not being able to bring more water with him. If his injuries weren’t conveniently where he’d wear the backpack on his body, he could have brought several jugs of water. On a couple of stops, they purified water from the streams with the iodine and took turns hydrating themselves. Acorn used the xiphos slash through the undergrowth.

To be truthful, he was disappointed that Thomas was dead. He had been hoping that somehow they’d manage to fix their differences and Thomas would see that everything would work out in the end. But unfortunately, they hadn’t gotten that opportunity.

The sun rose high in the sky and started to drift towards the western region. Acorn still had not seen much sign of a way to get out of there. Finally, he stopped in the middle of a clearing and threw his head back. How long would this take? And what would happen if nothing happened before the third day ended? Would they all really die, or was that the way for the Capitol to get them to fight each other?

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Acorn noticed an inconsistency in the ground. Something minor. The floor of the arena which was blanketed in thick soil and carpets of lush plants had a spot that looked uneven. It was as though there was a slight step up from one piece of ground to the other—maybe only an eighth of an inch, if that—but it looked so unnatural. Almost . . . manmade. Weird.

A bird cawed somewhere in the distance, drawing Acorn’s attention away from it. Something else crashed a little ways away. Another person? A muttation? Please no more muttations!

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HP: 130/215
Inventory: Xiphos; bag-thing (ball of twine, lighter, first aid kit, bug repellant, whistle, chapstick, ½ gallon water, iodine)
Summary: Hauling out for the day


OoC: So now everyone who wishes to have their characters need to join this thread. I have initiated the plot with this post. You are welcome to have your character join them in the clearing. Be it that they were driven there for some reason or they happened to wander this way, whatever. You have approximately 48 hours to post in this thread to introduce your character in it before I go forward with the next plot-related post. If you miss the 48 hour mark, that's okay! You can still join us and say that your character was lagging behind.

This is a little more rushed than I anticipated, but with the board closing next week, we need to give an end to this.

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Pomeroy Johansen
 Posted: Jan 13 2015, 04:49 PM
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28-December 14 • 165 Moneys

Rydia


Whatever it was was still behind him. Getting no closer and yet getting no farther away. The fear of it kept Pomeroy moving. He hadn’t allowed his pace to slow and was extremely grateful that he was a long-distance runner and not a sprinter. He’d be completely winded by now if he was a sprinter. His breaths still came out in gasps, but that was given for all the running and crashing through undergrowth he had been doing this morning.

A root reached up and grabbed at Pomeroy’s feet. He stumbled, caught himself on a tree, and kept moving. About five feet later he tripped over another root. Pomeroy went sprawling, not managing to keep himself from landing hard or on his face. He could feel the dirt that now adorned his cheek as he rolled onto his back as quick as he could, the bag on his back hampered him slightly, and he brought up the cleaver, prepared for whatever it was to pounce on him at any moment.

Nothing.

He lay there panting.

Still nothing.

A noise behind him made him jump and Pomeroy pushed himself to his left elbow and turned as quick as he could, keeping the cleaver in front of him and pointing it threateningly to whatever had made the sound, afraid that the thing had gotten behind him somehow. His eyes were wide as he lay there; panting hard and taking in what had scared him.

“Acorn?” The word was breathy and confusion flitted across his face. “Barric?”

Pomeroy stayed where he was for a moment longer before he pushed himself to a sitting position and then stood. He stared at them for a long moment, the thing that had chased him there half-forgotten. Well, if he was to meet anyone he was glad it was them. He knew that they’d not kill him. They were too good for that and far better than Pomeroy himself. But that meant that they would die today. Blown to bits and no bodies to send back to their families.

The boy looked around him, chest still heaving, noting that they were standing in a clearing. His eyes then went back to the two. “It’s the third day.”

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Hp: 155/200
Inventory:
Bag
Bubblegum--pocket
1/2 gallon--dirty
1 Banana
Blanket--in strips
Compass--pocket
First Aid Kit
1 gallon
Bug repellent
Flashlight
Wooden Spoon
Candy bar
1 Rope
Cleaver
Summary: Meeting up with others! Enter from Am I Already Gone?
Notes:
Wounds: left hand, upper left arm, shoulder, leg
Kills: Jarilo

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Jose Reedus
 Posted: Jan 14 2015, 12:45 PM
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169 LBS
District Eleven
12-November 14 • 95 Moneys

Cato


His feet carried him for what felt like hours. The world spun around him, and he wasn't sure what to do, or where to go. Several of his classmates were dead. Several had died, and in a way it was heartbreaking. Everyone stood a chance of getting out alive if we only worked together. Everyone just had to work together. To rebel against the Capitol like in class, but so many were in it to win it. People took what was said to heart, and they slaughtered innocent souls. Well, they weren't so innocent, but everyone was innocent in some way. They were only blinded by the path placed in front of them fighting for what they thought was right.

Stopping for a moment and resting against a tree, Jose looked through his bag for anything that could satisfy the burning sensation on his hot, sticky tongue. Removing his stew from his pack, he looked around before placing the machete on the ground in front of him. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to kill anyone because the idea wasn't a good one, but for now he felt safe. This place was huge, and with the few people left alive they were bound to be spread out. So he removed the wooden spoon from his pack and started eating his stew little by little. It did nothing for the thirst, but it reminded him he was still alive. He was living. A heart still beat inside him. A chest expanded with every breath he took. But he was going to die. Everyone was if they didn't kill anyone today. Sighing to himself, he forced the thought from his mind allowing himself to finish the stew.

Throwing the empty pot away from him, his hands wrapped around his machete before moving to his feet. In one hand his wooden spoon. In the other hand was his machete. He continued moving around looking for some source of water. He needed to refill his jug. He needed to quench his thirst, but for now he had to keep moving. First he wasn't sure what to do. Maybe just laying down and dying would be the best thing to do, maybe now he'd stand a chance of dying a death not caused by the Capitol. No. That wasn't an option. Giving up wasn't a plan. He had to keep moving. He had to. For the other's who have died.

It was then he spotted someone in a clearing. Gripping his machete tighter, he moved forward realizing two of his classmates were standing there. Every muscle inside him quivered as he moved closer. Maybe they would help him. Maybe they wouldn't kill him. Maybe they found a way to end this. A rebellion was started, and now a rebellion won't end until everyone in the entire nation of Panem is dead. He shook his head before moving closer slowly relaxing the grip on the machete. "Acorn? How many are left?"

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HP: 158/205
WEAPONS: Machete
INVENTORY: Bag #9
Stapler
empty gallon of water
MRE
Bug repellent
Tent
Flashlight
Machete
26 bread rolls
wooden spoon
empty stew pot
SKILLS: Weaponry and First Aid
NOTES: Transitioning from Recovery Of The Weary
Happy to see people
Ate his stew

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Patience Ibarra
 Posted: Jan 14 2015, 10:35 PM
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Female
5'1"
95 LBS
District Eleven
5-April 14 • 445 Moneys

Gem



From this thread

Patience and Citron arrived in time to see a small group of people. Were these the ones that stayed behind? A couple of them looked pretty beat up. And why were there so few?

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HP: 190/190
Inventory: bag (lighter, iodine, empty ½ gallon water, banana, tent, flashlight, feather duster), knife on belt, gun
Summary: up and going


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Acorn Butternut
 Posted: Jan 14 2015, 10:47 PM
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170 lbs LBS
District Eleven
20-December 14 • 255 Moneys

Gem


With a breath of relief, Acorn realized that it was not a muttation but another tribute. And another. And another. There were people still alive, and together, they could find a way out.

His eye caught a glance of the strange spot in the ground he noticed before. But he forced himself to focus on the others before curiosity got the best of him.

“Yes, it is the third day,” he said. “And there aren’t many of us left, but we will work together, and we will find a solution so that not one but all of us can make it out of here. How often have we crammed for tests at the last minute and still passed them just fine? We won’t let fear get in our way. Now, if you will bear with me for a second. . . .”

Acorn paused for a moment to lean Barric up against a tree before he turned and headed to the strange spot in the ground.

“. . . I’d like to check something out.”

He knelt down and wiped away the dirt, clawing chunks of ferns and roots out of the way. They gave way with ease, and he found himself staring at a great metal plate. Confused, he slipped his fingers along the edge. It seemed like a door of some sort buried horizontally into the ground, as though it lead to a cellar.

What if it’s a trap? he thought. Fear tickled his brain, and he struggled to regain control of himself. If it were a trap, they’d all die. But he’d be damned if he stood by and allowed a chance for something good to pass him by. He slipped his fingers underneath the metal sheet and hoisted upwards.

Bright white light met him.

He had expected darkness. But instead he found the sleek sheen of what had to be a hospital or something. Tiled flooring and, from what he could see at this angle, white walls lined his limited view of the room below.

Lifting his head, he looked at the others. “Any objections?”

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HP: 130/215
Inventory: Xiphos; bag-thing (ball of twine, lighter, first aid kit, bug repellant, whistle, chapstick, ½ gallon water, iodine)
Summary: Hauling out for the day


Only 24 hours to reply to this one due to my own time constraints. Like with the other, if you're a little late, just catch up.

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Patience Ibarra
 Posted: Jan 15 2015, 11:43 PM
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Gem



Patience crept closer, peering into the strange opening Acorn had found. She started. That . . . wasn’t what she was expecting. The sudden change was jarring. But she didn’t protest Acorn’s statement.

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HP: 190/190
Inventory: bag (lighter, iodine, empty ½ gallon water, banana, tent, flashlight, feather duster), knife on belt, gun
Summary: stuff


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Acorn Butternut
 Posted: Jan 16 2015, 12:07 AM
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20-December 14 • 255 Moneys

Gem


When no one objected, Acorn said,

“I’ll go first. Everyone follow, one at a time. I’ll help anyone down if they need help. Someone make sure Barric’s okay. Bring him down, too.”

He watched everyone for a moment to assess their responses before he took a deep breath and slid his legs over the ledge. They dangled in the room below for a brief moment before he shoved off. Landing firmly on the ground below, he allowed his body a moment to recover from the jump. The jolt made his arm and chest ache, but he gritted his teeth and fought through the pain.

He found himself in a long, sterile hallway. The white tiles and walls continued on as far as he could see. It might be a hospital. But it could be something else . . . a lab?

But more importantly, had they found their way out of the arena? Could it have been so easy?

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HP: 130/215
Inventory: Xiphos; bag-thing (ball of twine, lighter, first aid kit, bug repellant, whistle, chapstick, ½ gallon water, iodine)
Summary: In the hallway now.


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Jose Reedus
 Posted: Jan 16 2015, 09:26 AM
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6'1
169 LBS
District Eleven
12-November 14 • 95 Moneys

Cato


Jose carefully followed Acorn. His entire body shook in fear as he latched tightly to the machete. He didn't know what to do, what to expect, but whatever he just opened was light. At first he decided against it, but he realized it couldn't be nothing too bad compared to what he's already experienced, so he followed along carefully. He looked around little by little before following him through the hole. Where were they? What's going to happen? Was he going to die? Was it really this simple? Something was off, but he kept going because maybe this was his chance for freedom. The hall was white and looked like it hadn't been touched, and the thought of that worried him, yet he refused to show it.

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HP: 158/205
WEAPONS: Machete
INVENTORY: Bag #9
Stapler
empty gallon of water
MRE
Bug repellent
Tent
Flashlight
Machete
26 bread rolls
wooden spoon
empty stew pot
SKILLS: Weaponry and First Aid
NOTES: Follows Acorn
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Citron Kael
 Posted: Jan 16 2015, 06:31 PM
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140lbs LBS
District Eleven
6-October 14 • 160 Moneys

Vee


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sunsets, small towns, i'm out of time

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Citron was fine with Patience leading the two of them. He was also fine when he saw his classmates not too far up ahead. But when Acorn discovered the hallway? Well, to say the least, Citron didn't quite know what to do. Something like this had never happened before, and especially with the collars everyone had, he didn't know if escaping would be the best idea. The wackos who put him and his class in the arena could blow all of them up the second someone step foot in the escape route, or maybe they wouldn't know what to do. Either way, Citron knew they were watching. Who wouldn't be?

Hesitantly, Citron followed Acorn and Jose down into the hallway below. He landed on the clean floor with a thud, and he quickly looked up, waiting for Patience to follow.


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HP: 195/210
Inventory:
-Knife
-Bag
--Matches
--Sleeping Bag
--Iodine
--1 gallon (1/2 gallon remaining)
--MRE
--Paper Clips
--Sunscreen
--Whistle
--Bookmarks
--Pink Speedo
--Wooden Spoon
--Stew, Pot (Empty)
--Candy Bar
Summary: Hallway escape
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 Posted: Jan 16 2015, 10:26 PM
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Callanthas


As the teenagers started entering the hallway beyond the hatch, a strange rustling was heard. Like something was moving over the grass and whatever leaves had fallen to the floor. Cerese Valencia and Darryl Goren looked around, but saw nothing. Just the same brown earth filled with various plant life.

Barric Sorrel had been sitting down, his back against a tree trunk as he tried to regain whatever energy he could muster before he was to go down into the hatch. A few feet away from him, Calumet Hayes stood watch.

Then Barric started screaming. The rest turned around to look, only to see a giant leech greedily sticking out of the boy's back. It was huge, easily covering half the boy's body. And it kept sucking, growing bigger. Another leech appeared, climbing toward the boy's face. Barric's screams grew weaker, until finally they subsided, leaving behind a pale body, obviously drained of all blood.

Too busy watching the horrible death of their classmate, Cerese, Darry and Calumet were too distracted to notice that, within seconds of the first scream, huge leeches had also sprouted out from seemingly nowhere and were now adhered to them. They swarmed, covering every inch of their bodies.

Rye Harper, Gabrielle Amira and June Barley jumped into the hatch, narrowly escaping the leeches. Patience Ibarra followed them, but wasn't quick enough, and a leech managed to cinch itself to her left leg...

Four cannons sounded.
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Patience Ibarra
 Posted: Jan 16 2015, 10:31 PM
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District Eleven
5-April 14 • 445 Moneys

Gem


Patience felt fear surge through her as she launched herself into the hatch. She did not even notice the pain from the leach until she had hit the ground hard--too hard--and stumbled to her feet. One leg gave out underneath her. She screamed as she saw a leech attached to her side, its face plunged into her flesh as it wriggled under the hem of her shirt.

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Pomeroy Johansen
 Posted: Jan 17 2015, 03:33 AM
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District Eleven
28-December 14 • 165 Moneys

Rydia


An opening? Acorn had managed to find an opening. But instead of it being dark like he thought it was going to be, it was light, white.

He was going to help Barric, but then the screaming started. Pomeroy turned to the boy, his eyes widening at the sight of the leeches. Then more attacked the others. Pomeroy didn't hesitate as he practically dove into the newly discovered tunnel.

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Hp: 155/200
Inventory:
Bag
Bubblegum--pocket
1/2 gallon
1 Banana
Blanket--in strips
Compass--pocket
First Aid Kit
1 gallon
Bug repellent
Flashlight
Wooden Spoon
Candy bar
1 Rope
Cleaver
Summary: To the tunnel!
Notes: Wounds: left hand, upper left arm, shoulder, leg

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Acorn Butternut
 Posted: Jan 17 2015, 06:32 PM
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Male
5'11"
170 lbs LBS
District Eleven
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Gem


Acorn scrambled to help as many people down as he could, but he was barely able to get over to the opening before the screams fell silent. From somewhere in the arena high in the sky above them, he heard several cannons fired off in quick succession.

Shit. Breathing heavily, he didn't have a moment to catch his breath before he realized that little Patience had a giant leech attached to her belly. He darted forward and started to pry it off her. Pain shot through his arm, but he gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the slug. At last with a disgusting squelch, the leech popped loose. Throwing it to the ground, he stomped it firmly under the heel of his boot.

Patience looked okay. Hurt, freaked out - but okay. Same with the others. His eyes turned to the hatch above their heads where the greenish hue of sunlight streamed down. What else was out there? Would it follow them? He grabbed onto the nearest person and said, "Go. Go down the tunnel. Lead the way. Keep moving."

And Barric? Where was he? Acorn knew in his gut that he had not been strong enough to face the leeches. The cannons' memory still echoed in his ears. That meant Acorn was in charge now. He had to get these people out.

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HP: 130/215
Inventory: Xiphos; bag-thing (ball of twine, lighter, first aid kit, bug repellant, whistle, chapstick, ½ gallon water, iodine)
Summary: Saving people.


OoC: feel free to have your characters go down the hallway. I may or may not be able to post later today or tomorrow, so please dont get hung up waiting for me.

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Pomeroy Johansen
 Posted: Jan 19 2015, 11:10 AM
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District Eleven
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Rydia


Pomeroy watched mutely as Acorn grabbed onto the leech that had latched onto Patience. The boy pulled it off of her and killed it. Why couldn’t have I helped? Pomeroy thought to himself. Instead of standing here stupidly. It could have gotten Patience killed. But he hadn’t; Acorn did and Patience was mostly fine, he hoped. Things couldn’t be changed.

Acorn turned and grabbed onto his arm, telling him to lead the way down the tunnel. Pomeroy nodded as the grip on his cleaver tightened until his knuckles where white. What if this was just some clever trap that the Gamemakers had set up? A clever trick to give them hope that they would escape and then completely crush it as they died horrible, terrible deaths? Or maybe it was a dead end and everyone would blow up when they got there. Everyone but him and the others who had killed already. But wouldn’t he die anyway?

No need to be so pessimistic.

Pomeroy turned and pushed past the others who were in front of him and started walking down the tunnel to lead the way like Acorn had asked, not betraying the fear that he felt. Everything would turn out fine. Or so he hoped.

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Hp: 155/200
Inventory:
Bag
Bubblegum--pocket
1/2 gallon
1 Banana
Blanket--in strips
Compass--pocket
First Aid Kit
1 gallon
Bug repellent
Flashlight
Wooden Spoon
Candy bar
1 Rope
Cleaver
Summary: To the tunnel!
Notes: Wounds: left hand, upper left arm, shoulder, leg

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Jose Reedus
 Posted: Jan 19 2015, 12:57 PM
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12-November 14 • 95 Moneys

Cato


Screaming. Lots of screaming and then cannons sounded back to back. What had happened? People had gathered around. Apparently the gamemakers had other plans. Leeches. Giant leeches stuck to the tributes, and some of them were dead. More cannons sounded. More classmates were dying, and Jose wasn't sure how he should feel. Hopefully they would survive. Hopefully they lived together because it felt impossible to go on, but he had to. Living was more important than dying.

Fear crept through his body little by little. What would happen once they reached the end of the hall? What would happen? Nothing made sense, and all he could do was try not to hide while the others moved on. Slowly moving forward ahead of Acorn, Jose followed behind Pomeroy hoping nothing was ahead. Tightening the grip around the machete, he moved forward. This wouldn't end today. He wouldn't die after coming this far. His only hope was he wasn't walking into a trap.

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HP: 158/205
WEAPONS: Machete
INVENTORY: Bag #9
Stapler
empty gallon of water
MRE
Bug repellent
Tent
Flashlight
Machete
26 bread rolls
wooden spoon
empty stew pot
SKILLS: Weaponry and First Aid
NOTES: Goes down hallway/tunnel

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