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  1. Zor

    Winged RP

    "It's okay! Accidents happen, 'cause if they didn't happen then we probably wouldn't even understand the concept of an 'accident', so obviously they happen and I don't really understand the point of saying 'accidents happen', because it's so obvious there's not really a point in saying it. Anyway, I'm okay." Rose stopped trying to rub the dirt off of her face, having decided that she had gotten most of it off, but there was still a large, smudged streak of dirt across her face. "Are you any good with coming up with excuses?" "Uh, I don't know. I don't usually need to come up with excuses. Except for that one time. And that other time." Rose started to count on the fingers of one of her hands, using the other to try to rub at her face again. "And then, and that time, and... Right! Those three other times. But other than that, not really. At least, those are the major times that I remember. Anyway, what do you need an excuse for?"
  2. Zor

    Winged RP

    "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt, otherwise there wouldn't be very many skydivers, would there? That wouldn't be fun, falling out of a plane and feeling like the wind is ripping away your skin, and ew that gave me a really gross picture in my mind even though skydiving obviously doesn't rip your face off," Rose said, leaning forward to try to keep from being blown backwards by the wind that Aeio was generating. It was pretty difficult, but was good training. "Where are you staying in town?" "Wait! I know this one. In a house, somewhere, in Windkeep. I forget where. Somewhere! Wait, now I remember. It's that one house with the roof and the door and every house has a roof and a door so that's not very descriptive but yeah. A house." Right around the time that she stopped talking, Aeio stopped hovering, causing her to crash forwards into the dirt. "Ow. Stop making me crash into things," she said, standing up and rubbing the dirt off of her face.
  3. ((Thanks)) Pixelle While walking along the street, staring at the ground and occasionally looking a the walls of the buildings, Pixelle froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. Movement was always bad in the Hunger Games, unless you were hunting something... or someone. And Pixelle was definitely trying to hide from hunters. Turning very, very slowly, every on of her instincts telling her to flee but her brain telling her that if she ran then whatever moved would definitely see her, Pixelle looked at where she saw the movement. To her right, there was a side street, and at the end of that street was the D2 girl. Pixelle could barely breathe from fear, and she could hear the beating of her heart. Thump thump thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump Badbadbadbad. Would the girl see her? Almost definitely. And then she would kill Pixelle, kill her horribly and slowly, because that's what people were supposed to do in the Hunger Games, because it was entertaining. Putting on a show for the Capitol, and she was going to die for it.
  4. ((I vote yes for the autokill)) Glitter "Mwha?" Glitter said sleepily, before becoming fully awake. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She should have been awake as soon as Buck started talking. Dying in her sleep because she was betrayed and didn't wake up fast enough would be pathetic. The blood loss was a problem, but at least she had stopped bleeding awhile ago. Hopefully it would get infected, either; that would be really embarrassing. Crawling out of the Cornucopia, Glitter looked up at the sky. D3 male- no electric traps from him. D11 male, both D4 tributes, D1 male, and D2 male- that wasn't news. Okay, so the D8's didn't die of blood loss, but that was obvious, because there were no cannons. Fine. Now the only real threats were the D9 male and the D7 male, blah blah blah, they'd gone over all of that. "That's going to lure something." She hadn't thought of that. But if the Gamemakers wanted to send mutts after them, they could send mutts after them. And if they didn't, they wouldn't. Crawling back inside, she fell back asleep, vowing to be smarter and more alert when she woke up. Pixelle Finally, Pixelle woke up from her nightmares. She shivered in the darkness, breathing heavily and trying to calm down. They had seemed so real, and the darkness of the room, with creepy shadows being cast by the curtains, didn't help. After five minutes of trying to forget her nightmares, she shakily stood up. Okay. Don't touch the bed or the pressure plate by the door. Everything else should be fine. After putting some water from her water bottle- she'd need to get more soon- and a box of pasta into a pot, she turned on the gas and lit it with a match. Once the pasta was done, she ate it. It was obviously bad quality, and stale, but she was hungry enough that it didn't matter. She left the pot of water on the stove to cool, and sat down on her blanket to think. There was no reason to leave the village. Sure, there were definitely too many traps to count. Yes, it was very likely that mutts would be released. But the D7 male at least set traps in the forest, and there could be mutts there, too. In the village there was shelter, food, and if another tribute tried to attack her, the traps might stop them. She could even learn where the traps were, set up a few more, and plan a route so that if someone was chasing her, she could run at full speed and avoid or leap over the trip wires a pressure plates. And she was good at running. Carefully, Pixelle stepped over the crossbow trap and opened the door. Very slowly, watching everywhere she put her feet, she started to map the traps on the street she was on. Tripwire, tripwire, more tripwire under that window, pressure plate near that door, etc. She even looked through the windows of the houses to see if she could see any traps. On a couple she could see wires attached to the doors- probably rigged to explosives that would be set off when the door was opened. ((Anyone want to poke around the village? Pixelle's kind of lonely.))
  5. ((Yeah, I'm sure. You can have the bird. I think I may be joining too many RPs, anyway.))
  6. ((If we're out of spots, someone can take the bird. I don't really know if I want to join this RP anymore.))
  7. ((Yay, we're all happy! ((Trying to decide whether I want my character to shift into a Bee Hummingbird or a sparrow of some sort.))
  8. ((I don't know how the reservations are going- if mipuppy ends up with the bird, I want the gryphon.))
  9. Can I reserve the bird or the gryphon? (Preferably the bird, but if someone else wants it, they can have it)
  10. Zor

    Winged RP

    "Haha, I guess not," Rose said, laughing as Aeio crashed into the tree. There, now he had crashed into a tree, and they were even. "I don't know how I can help, though. You sort of have to... not crash into trees. Crashing into trees is a bad thing. I don't think I'm very good at teaching people flight maneuvers. You're a lot better at hovering than I expected, though." Rose had calmed down noticeably since Aeio had first showed up, but she still talked faster than most people. "I bet you can dive really quickly, though. Does diving hurt? Like, is the wind speed a problem? Can you dive as fast as a real falcon? That'd be pretty fast. What kind of falcon wings do you have? 'Cause I know that peregrine falcons can dive at 200 miles an hour, but they're the fastest, so I guess that most falcons can't dive that quickly." Rose decided that she should keep practicing while she and Aeio talked-practice was good, and she could concentrate on talking and flying at the same time. Probably. As long as she didn't crash (again), she should be fine. She unfolded her wings, and they started to beat, lifting her off of the ground. She inched backwards, slowly, careful not to hit a tree, and then forwards again.
  11. Zor

    Winged RP

    Rose's grin widened. "Haha! I made you smile!" she said triumphantly. People smiling always made her happy. Well, happier. "Can you do a bit of backward flying for me? I'm trying to figure it out but falcon wings really aren't made for that kind of thing." Rose laughed. Of course he couldn't fly backwards with falcon wings! How would that work? "Sure," she said, rising into the air. She hovering about three feet above the ground, then changed the movement of her wings a bit so that she slowly moved backwards, the loud humming filling the air. She really wasn't very stealthy, was she? Most winged people weren't while flying, except for owl-winged people, but she was especially noisy. She carefully looked backwards while flying backwards, because she had to be careful not to hit a tree with her wings- they were pretty short, but if they hit a tree at the speed that they were beating- well, it wouldn't be pretty, and it would be awhile before she could fly again. Broken wings would not be fun, and was something that she'd like to avoid. She flew sideways a bit, too- first to the left, then to the right. Finally, she settled down to the ground.
  12. Zor

    Winged RP

    "A long time." "Cool!" Rose said happily. "Not very specific, but that's okay." "Have you taken any flight classes?" "Well, I tried," Rose replied. "But they didn't really help, 'cause everyone else has non-hummingbird wings, and so they can't really teach me. But I've only crashed into trees three ti- no four times, because you startled me." Rose tried to give Aeio an annoyed look, but couldn't quite get the perpetual smile off of her face. She could never look angry or unhappy when she was happy (i.e. all the time). Her head still hurt a bit, but she didn't really notice, and flying tips were helpful.
  13. Are flightless bird wings possible?
  14. Zor

    Winged RP

    ((Sorry for taking so long to post)) "Hi Aeio!" Rose said excitedly. She always loved meeting new people. The name 'Aeio' sounded vaguely familiar- like she had heard it once or twice, but when not paying attention or overhearing a bit of another conversation. She definitely didn't remember anything connected to the name. "I've never seen someone with hummingbird wings." "Nope!" she replied. "Probably not. I haven't seen anyone else with hummingbird wings, either, but I guess you've seen a lot more people with wings than me. Ooh! Have you ever seen anyone with penguin or ostrich wings? That would be cool! They'd be kind of useless, though. I think ostrich wings are kind of fluffy, but they don't do anything. But maybe someone with ostrich or penguin wings could fly anyway, because we're already breaking the laws of physics." She paused for half a second. "Wait, how are we breaking the laws a physics? I guess A Wizard Did It, or something. Well, that solves everything." "How long have you been at Windkeep?" "Hm... Two days! No, that's not right, four days! No, three. Four. Wait, definitely three. I've been here three days," she finished happily. "How long have you been here?"
  15. Zor

    Winged RP

    "Moving your shoulder more will give you more control over your wing movements." Startled, Rose shot into the air and hit her head on a tree branch, then fell like a stone. This time, she didn't think to slow her fall with her wings and landed hard on her tailbone. "Ow..." she said, standing up and rubbing the top of her head. Angrily, she turned around to see the one who had startled her. "Hey! You startled me!" As quickly as the anger came, however, it disappeared. "Wait, who are you? I don't think I've seen you before. I guess I haven't seen many people though, and I'm not good with remembering people if I just sort of saw them and didn't really notice or talk to anyone; is anyone good at that? Seeing someone they saw once again and thinking 'Oh, yeah, that's totally that person I saw out of the corner of my eye that day'? 'Cause I'm not. But yeah, I'm new, but you're probably not new if you're giving out flying tips, so I guess I just haven't seen you," she said very quickly, hardly taking a breath for air. Finally, she used her wings to lift herself off of the ground, and tried moving her shoulders more like the stranger had told her to when turning. Oh! She didn't know his name! "Wait, what's your name? Names are important. If you don't know someone's name, how are you supposed to know what to call him? Wait, I haven't told you my name! That's rude, asking for someone's name without telling them your name first. So ignore my first question, my name's Rose, what's your name?" she asked while hovering two feet off of the ground and occasionally moving side to side.
  16. Glitter Glitter released the arrow towards the District 7 male, but missed because of her shoulder. Looking over to it, she felt a bit sick. It wasn't as deep as it had first felt- at least she thought it wasn't- but it was hard to tell because of all of the blood. She sat down in the mud, feeling light headed from blood loss. That would be embarrassing. Dieing of blood loss because of a District 8 girl? At least the D8 girl would be dead soon. Gut wounds caused nasty infections. Glitter chuckled a bit. Well, that wasn't dark at all, was it? Laughing at other people's misfortune. It didn't matter, though. Nothing mattered in that stupid arena but getting out. The misfortune of the not-people was a useless distraction. "Thanks," Glitter mumbled, noticing that Christian was helping her. Frowning a bit, she added "Tighter," and used her free hand to press the cloth onto her shoulder, wincing as the pain in her shoulder increased. That's what they said in training about bleeding, right? Put pressure on the wound to help stop the bleeding. Stopping the bleeding would be great. She was already delirious enough, although she didn't know how much of that was because of pain and how much was because of blood loss. Preferably, most of it was from pain.
  17. I think need a space before your parentheses.
  18. Glitter "Crap," Glitter murmured, already drawing back her bowstring. She ducked, and a throwing ax flew above her head and buried itself into her district partner's head. Boom! Him dying didn't really matter, although it would have been funny if everyone else killed each other, and the Victor was in a coma. Glitter released the arrow, and it hit the D8 girl below her ribcage, probably puncturing her intestines. Unfortunately, the girl seemed to be smart enough not to pull the arrow out. By then, the girl had gotten close enough to take out her battle ax. She chopped downwards with it angrily, and Glitter tried to leap to the side to avoid it. She wasn't quite quick enough, though, and the ax sliced a deep gash into her shoulder. Quickly, Glitter pulled out a knife with her left hand, and stabbed the D8 girl in the eye. Blood splattered everywhere, and the girl screamed in pain, dropped her ax and tried to flee, her hands trying to stem the flow of blood from her eye. Panting, Glitter put the knife back into her belt and nocked another arrow, ignoring the girl. She would have to try to stop her shoulder from bleeding soon, but there were more important problems, namely the fact that the D8 boy was still a threat. She didn't dare shoot the arrow yet, though; Buck was too close, and she didn't want to hit him. Aside from the obvious problem of loosing yet another ally, Christian might think that she had done it on purpose, and she really didn't want to get into a fight with him.
  19. Pixelle Once she reached the village, Pixelle stepped very lightly and carefully, not taking a step unless she had checked the ground very carefully, as well as nearby walls for anything that looked like a motion sensor. At one point she almost broke a tripwire, but at the last second she saw it glittering in the starlight. Eventually she decided that she had found a house that didn't look special, and wouldn't be the first house to check if someone was looking for her. Carefully, she peered through the windows for any strings attached to to doorknob. Nothing. Slowly, she turned the doorknob. No explosions, no horrible packs of mutts being released. She opened the door a crack, then opened it wider until she would be able to slip through. Breathing a sigh a relief, she stepped through the door. An arrow whizzed by her neck and buried itself in the wall, missing her by half an inch. She quickly stepped back, her heart pounding. Looking down, she could see that there was a nearly invisible pressure plate by the door that she had stepped on. To the side, hidden so that you couldn't see it from the windows, was a crossbow. The crossbow should be harmless now, but to check, Pixelle dropped a rock onto the pressure plate. To be safe, she threw some more rocks into the house, but didn't trigger anything else. Once she got inside, she pulled the arrow out of the wall and reloaded the crossbow. It was very light, and the string was easy to pull, but it was stuck to the wall, so it couldn't be stolen and used as a weapon. Once that was done, Pixelle looked around the tiny room. There was a gas stove, a few kitchen knives, a frying pan, some cupboards, and a bed. Inside the cupboards were some apples, some crackers, two boxes of pasta, a big bag of flour, and some baking soda. Pixelle didn't trust the bed; it was probably filled with explosives, and if she put the bag of flour on it to test it the trap could kill her anyway. Instead, she put the knives, crackers, pasta, and apples into her backpack, mixed some flour, some water, and a bit of baking soda in the frying pan, and lit the stove with a match. She cooked the mixture and extinguished the stove. It sort of made bread, but had too much baking soda, too much flour, and no salt. Barely managing to choke the bread down, Pixelle took the blankets off of the bed and tried to fall asleep on the floor. It took hours for her to fall asleep. The D6 girl and the D3 boy kept dying, and when the three cannons went off her brain kept making new ideas for how the tributes could have died. Drowning, throat slitting, Track Jackers, falling from a cliff, bleeding to death... the list went on and on. When she finally did fall asleep, she died dozens of times in her dreams. Glitter "If our District 4 Allies come back, then they have succeeded. If we here two cannons, then they failed." Glitter was again worried about Buck's careless disregard for the lives of his alliance members. Not because she didn't want any of the not-people to die; she wanted them all to die. Not-people had to die so that she could live. (That was why they had to be not-people, because real-people shouldn't have to die.) But more allies meant more protection from other tributes, and the D1 male was already as good as dead. He still hadn't woken up. A few minutes latter, she heard screams of terror, then the cannons. Boom! Boom! She tried not to imagine what had happened to her allies, because it didn't matter. Not-people's pain didn't matter. Once Buck came back from killing the D2 male, Glitter grabbed her bow and sat on a crate at the edge of the Cornucopia. "Really, there might as well only be three of us," she said, pointing to the unconscious tribute. "He'll be to injured to help, if he ever wakes up. Anyway, we should get some sleep. I'll take first watch." She started to carefully spit on and stick her arrows into the dirt before putting them back into her quiver. If they didn't kill anyone, they would definitely cause some nasty infection. ((Sorry for the short-ish Glitter post, I had to hurry. And about how far are the river, the village, the mountain, and the forest from the Cornucopia?))
  20. Zor

    Winged RP

    Hummm.... Rose's wings were a blur. She was practicing flying, something that she still wasn't very good at. She didn't mind the practicing; she enjoyed flying, and could imagine herself easily racing around the mountains. That sounded like fun. Of course, she wasn't supposed to practicing alone; she didn't know how to do it right, she'd get hurt, blah blah blah. Despite all of the warnings she received when she first got a Windkeep a few days ago, she had ignored decided to ignore them today. After all, what could really go wrong? She was hovering a few feet off the ground. Even if she fell, it wouldn't hurt, and no one could really teach her to fly. Hummingbird wings were very different from hawk or sparrow wings. Experimentally, she tried flying backwards and forwards a bit. Quickly catching on, she started going faster and faster. Not too fast, of course- at least she didn't think that she was going too fast, until she crashed into a tree. Maybe that was what could go wrong. She almost fell to the ground, but recovered enough to slow her fall so that her feet touched the ground without making a sound before slowly bringing her beating wings to a stop. "Ow..." she said, rubbing the spot on her forehead that had collided with the tree. That hurt. Maybe she should be more careful... or not. It wasn't like she had been seriously injured, and flying was fun. Plus, she didn't have anything better to do but pester someone until they agreed to watch her while she tried flying, and that would just mean that they would laugh at her smashing into trees instead of being helpful. Deciding to keep trying, Rose's jewel-bright wings started to hum again as they lifted her into the air.
  21. Pixelle Pixelle couldn't stop shivering. She had moved farther down the tree to keep from falling, but the rain had completely soaked through her clothes. She was also hungry and tired. She had a package of dried meat, but it was so tiny that it wouldn't last very long. She had propped up the water bottle and filled it with water, and was making sure to keep herself hydrated. She had done a lot of running, and dehydration really wouldn't be helpful. Unless the Gamemakers had poisoned the rainwater... would they do that? Rainwater was usually safe, and everyone dying because they didn't want to die of thirst would be pretty boring. Finally, she decided to climb carefully down to the ground, remembering the wooden spikes. Planting wooden spikes around really wouldn't be a bad idea; if she remembered where they were, and hid them under some leaves, they'd make great traps. The boy was running quickly, probably to try to help her. She tried to yell, but all that came out of her throat was a squeak that quickly died. His boot was punctured by a spike, and he screamed, a horrible, bloodcurdling scream, as he fell. He tried to stick his arms out to break his fall, but it didn't help. More spikes stabbed his chest, and the D7 male came with his ax. The ax fell and tore through the D3 boy's head, splashing blood everywhere and exposing bits of brain. The sound was awful; she could hear the crack of his neck and the shattering of his skull. When the hovercraft finally came to take away the body, it had to pull it off of the spikes. The spikes were red with blood, but eventually the rain washed most of it away. Pixelle shut her eyes tightly, as if to stop the flashback from playing in front of them. The knife flies through the air, flashing silver... No, no, no! She was climbing down from the tree, not watching the knife slice through the air, not watching her district partner die in front of her. Pixelle tried to concentrate on checking the ground for animal footprints and trails through the undergrowth. Yes, that's what the lady at the snare and trap station had said. While looking for a place to place her snares, she found some edible plants. Chickweed, wood sorrel, a dandelion. She didn't find very much, but she was sure that they were edible, and she didn't get sick when she ate them. Eventually, she stumbled into a trail that looked like rabbits had made. She carefully set up a few snares along it. They weren't very good, but they would work. Probably. Tired and aware that sleep deprivation would be a very bad thing, Pixelle looked for a place to sleep after carefully smearing her backpack with mud. There didn't seem to be any shelter any where. There was the village, but it was probably unsafe there, and was pretty far away. Leaving would mean having to walk back to her snares. But it was so wet, and how could she ever fall asleep in a tree? She'd have to try, at least. After tying herself high in a tree with the rope, she tried to close her eyes, but soon realized that it was hopeless. The tree branch dug into her back, and she still couldn't stop shivering. Sighing, she untied herself, and started to make her way towards the village. ((Sorry if I mention any plants that don't actually grow in forests. I've just been doing 5 minute Googles.))
  22. Glitter "Nope, I've got a bow and some knives already," replied Glitter. She doubted that any of the other weapons would be very helpful. Even if she got in a situation where a sword would be helpful, she wouldn't know how to use it. It was probably best that her... allies didn't know this, though. The more expendable she seemed, the more likely they were to turn on her. Not yet, though. Not when most of the tributes were still alive. "Well, Well, who do we have here?" "He got hit in the head by a baton by the District 11 male. I don't know if he has any neck injuries, but he's been knocked out for awhile, and that's bad enough. If he wakes up, he's probably not going to be very helpful." Glitter looked around the Cornucopia at the tiny glow of the fire across the river. It was obviously the District 9 boy had started it, unless someone else had snuck across the river. Glitter smiled. How many idiots were there in this arena? Sure, it was really cold, and everyone would be soaking wet, but a fire was like a beacon that said 'Please come kill me now!' "Yep," she said, laughing quietly. "This time, you two-" (she pointed to the District 4 tributes) "-should definitely go. A little river won't be much of a problem for you."
  23. Glitter Glitter shrugged and followed Buck and her district partner out into the forest. If they were ambushed, maybe she could just abandon her allies to die, but it would be foolish to rely on that. The supplies were important, though. Loosing the supplies meant loosing their advantage. When they reached the fire and saw the D11 male, Glitter got ready to shoot, but quickly saw that it was unnecessary. What remained of the D11 tribute was a rather gory site, pinned to the tree and dripping blood everywhere. But it's okay, because he was never a person. No one but me in this arena is a person. They act like people, but they're not. Glitter was a bit worried about her district partner. She didn't really care about him, but he was knocked out by a hit to the head. If he didn't wake up in a minute or two, it was likely that he was seriously injured. Either Buck didn't pay any attention at all in training, or he didn't care if members of his alliance started to drop like flies. Neither was a very good thought. "Glitter, now we should probably get back.... I don't trust Christian.". Glitter smiled and chuckled at that. The effect was a bit creepy. "Of course you don't trust him. I don't think anyone in this arena is stupid enough to trust him. Not even fire-starter guy," she said, waving her hand towards the bloody corpse pinned to the tree. Pixelle Pixelle tried to warn her district partner. But all that came out of her mouth was a tiny, frightened squeak that nothing but the cameras could hear. Useless, useless, useless. Of course, if she did warn him, D7 would also hear her, and then she'd be dead. She didn't want to be dead. She could do nothing as he fell and impaled himself on the wooden spikes, nothing to stop the ax falling onto his head and nothing to stop the image of his head being torn apart by the ax playing over and over and over again in her head... Pixelle shivered, wanting so badly to scream at the horror, now barely noticing the tears that slipped down her face and mixed with the rain. The rain soaked through her clothes, and chilled her to the bone. She felt like she would never be warm again, and she probably wouldn't. Did she have to die cold and hungry? Her stomach growled, and she had food. Not until D7 is gone. He'll see you move, and then you're dead. Okay. She could wait. ((Driving Pixelle mad is so much fun. Is that bad? Also, I don't know how active I'll be 'til Wednesday.))
  24. Pixelle Pixelle flinched as the D7 tribute swore. Now he was angry, that wasn't good, she didn't want him to be angry. Angry tributes were dangerous, and now she only had one throwing knife and one regular knife left. Great. As he sharpened the sticks, she thought Oh, no, no, no, now he's going to throw sharpened sticks at me, that's bad, are sticks heavy enough to kill you? but he just planted them in the ground. He didn't seem to do anything special with them, but it was obviously a trap, somehow. They could stab her feet if she jumped down, but why would she step on them if she knew they were there? Trap, trap, of course it was a trap. Everything was a trap. The D7 tribute seemed to walk away, but why would he do that? He would only do that if it was a trap. So instead of jumping down and running, as much as she wanted to, Pixelle climbed higher into the tree. She went as high as she could, until she was sure that if she went any higher, or if the wind got any stronger, the branches she was sitting on would snap and she would fall and break her neck. She was high enough that she hoped that the D7 tribute wouldn't see her, and think that she'd escaped. The rain and dark would help, and she remained as still as she could. Glitter Glitter nodded. "Okay," she said. "But do we really need three guards? We have most of the weapons, and could run into anyone out in the forest. Adding to that, it's raining. How did someone lit a fire? It could be a Gamemaker trap," she pointed out. "Whoever does stay guard should get the rest of the supplies into the Cornucopia. No point in leaving them out in the rain and letting a desperate tribute run up and steal them." While she was talking, Glitter searched around the Cornucopia for things that would be useful for hunting. Eventually, she picked a dark green backpack, emptied it, and put a bottle of water and some food into it. After that, she slipped several knives into her belt, and refilled her quiver with arrows.
  25. Pixelle The District 7 tribute just ignored her and started to chop down the tree. In spite of her fear, Pixelle felt a bit annoyed by that. Everyone ignored her. The girls in the tree ignored her running for her life, the D7 tribute ignored her pleas for help. The Capitol audience was probably ignoring her right now. "Oh, is there a helpless tribute stuck in a tree? Let's go watch something else. That's boring." Maybe she'd win. Maybe she'd just run and run and run, until everyone else was dead. Or kill them in a flour explosion, but that would be a bit violent, and would probably kill her, too. Then no one could ignore her. The anthem started to play, surprising Pixelle. She looked up at the sky through the branches, taking note of who was dead. Yes, the District 6 girl was there. The knife flashed silver through the air, then turned bright red as it buried itself in the girl's chest, splattering blood everywhere. Pixelle shivered, partly from the disturbing flashback, partly from the fear and panic, and partly from the rain. Chop, chop, chop. The sound of the ax hitting the tree reminded her of the danger. It was a decently thick tree, and would take awhile to chop down, but the D7 tribute probably knew what he was doing. Think. Think think think. Okay. She wouldn't scream, not unless she didn't have a choice. The Careers coming would be as bad for her as it would be for the D7 tribute. It might scare D7 away, giving her enough time to run, but she could wait for that plan. She did still have three knives, though... Pixelle didn't want to throw them. She didn't know if she would even be able to hit the D7 tribute, and a knife probably wouldn't be able to kill him. And if it did, did she really want that? Killing the D6 girl had been bad enough. But pleading didn't work, threats of attracting the Careers didn't work. Maybe it was her only chance. But she might have something in her bag that would help, and she had enough time to check it out. The bag had dark red stripes and bright pink stripes that looked horrible together. If she got out of the tree, she would have to smear it with mud. Inside the bag were some matches in a semi-waterproof bag, a tiny package of dried meat, a empty water bottle, some cloth stripes, a coil of wire, and some thin rope. The matches would be great for igniting some branches and leaves to drop on the D7 tribute, but nothing would light in the rain. Knives it was. "Sorry about this," Pixelle muttered under her breath, much too quietly for even the cameras to hear her, before slowly taking a throwing knife out of her belt and carefully throwing it downwards, aimed at the D7 male's back. Glitter Glitter followed the rest of the pack into the Cornucopia. "Agreed," she said. "The District 3 girl is fast, but she can't really do anything. She only killed the District 6 girl because the District 6 girl was a moron. The District 11 girl is tricky, but I don't think she stands a chance against us, unless she has some hidden talents. Same goes for the 2 girl. I did shoot an arrow through one of the District 9 boy's hands, though. That makes him a lot less dangerous." Of course, Glitter knew that the members of her own alliance were the most dangerous, especially D12 and D6. Everyone would be be trying to win, not just her. She would have to sleep lightly, and always stay alert. Dying of a slit throat would be pathetic. Slitting someone's throat was really a bad idea, though; the others would probably wake up at the sound of someone drowning in their own blood. But she was getting sidetracked.