Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters »

Players Wanted: Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life Ù©( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D »

0
followers
follow

Faye Cibrian

All this death and for what? So the assholes in the Capitol can be entertained? So they can look at us with pitiful eyes and pretend to actually sympathize?

0 · 262 views · located in The Capitol

a character in “72nd Hunger Games”, originally authored by Invisibly Inked, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Image

Image

Image

Personality

Character Skelly
Name: Faye Cibrian
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District: 9
Weapon of choice/speciality: simple hand to hand combat
Face claim: Avril Lavigne
______________________________________________________________________
Picture: (Realistic, no anime or cartoon)
Appearance: long blonde hair, blue-green eyes, thin lips and pointed nose, pale skin, thin and tall
Personality: She used to laugh and smile a lot when she was younger. She hasn't smiled or laughed since she was thirteen. Not really anyway. She's not very sociable or talkative but she'll speak out when she needs to. Faye knows the best time to keep her mouth shut. Sometimes she'll slip though but she won't take back her words because she always says what she means and means what she says. She's clever and stubborn and good at moving swiftly. She's a fast runner too and a definite fighter even though she'd love to have peace. BUt most of all, she's so lonely.
Likes: Being Charitable, Family
Dislikes: The Capitol, Hunger Games, Bullies,
Fears: Leaving her mother behind.
______________________________________________________________________
History/Bio: She's the only girl in her house and surrounded by three older brother's so that makes her tough in some ways. Her mother was a a healer, the town's doctor in some ways because people were brought to her when they needed help with anything from fevers to infections to wounds from whippings. But sometimes supplies are low and not everyone can be helped. Faye's seen death in her kitchen too many times for her to count, too many times for her to care anymore. She's seen death in two of her brothers when she was 13--on television because of the Hunger Games.
Her third brother, the oldest one, had been publicly whipped for speaking out against the Capitol and its President. He came home bloodied and battered and limping badly. She couldn't get her mother to stop crying.
They came for him that night--wouldn't tell them why--just took him away and left Faye and her mother all alone.
Being the only child, she had to sign up for tesserae, putting her name in twice more for the Hunger games in exchange.
The day of the reaping she stood in the crowd hoping-asking-praying that she wouldn't get her name called.
It didn't work because obviously now, she's a District 9 tribute for the Hunger Games-the one thing in the world she really despises.

So begins...

Faye Cibrian's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Faye took deep breaths. In, out, in, out. This was it. This was it. She might not make it back home. Her heart constricted and everything suddenly felt too small. She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants. "Pull yourself together," she whispered to herself.

Bang.

This was it.

Faye sprinted out into the arena heading for the large Cornucopia. Basically everything was gone and the other weapons she really didn't know how to wield. "Damn it," Faye muttered. She grabbed one of the smaller backpacks and than ran as fast she could, barely dodging an arrow. It skimmed past her face, leaving a scratch on her cheek. Faye's eyes widened as she glanced at the girl who'd shot it. Things were getting serious now. So she needed to get serious too. She ran even faster, faster into the forests.

And she didn't stop until she was far away from everyone. She stopped by a large boulder and slid down. She didn't realize she was shaking until she looked down at her hands. Faye crossed her arms and willed herself to stop. She couldn't be seen as weak. She wasn't weak. She was going to get out of this somehow. She had to. For her mother, for her. For her brother.

Faye breathed out. She wasn't going to be scared.

Let the games begin.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Soon I began to grow tired of the monotonous task of staying in the tree, but I didn't have time to dwell on the boredom. My inactive conscience was soon brought back to life by the snap of a twig. My eyes flashed to the undergrowth that littered the forest floor. As I turned my gaze downwards I rested my eyes on a thin girl with a blonde wreath of hair. She treaded boisterously through the Forest, and bent down to pick up a smooth stone, as if it would be useful at all. "Faye, the girl from district nine..." I sympathized out loud.

I clapped my hands over my mouth quickly, but I knew it was too late. The words had already involuntarily escaped my mouth. I pulled two branches close to my sides in an attempt to conceal myself, and as I hid in my leafy den I peered out with one green eye to see if she had been alerterted to my presence. Two choices now layed at my feet, I could kill her, or I could make an alliance. I hadn't planned on any alliances this early in the game, but I did remember she was remotely talented with healing. With the challenges that layed ahead a healer could be very useful.

I had made up my mind. Slowly I released my grip on the tree and landed on the ground directly five feet in front of her. I looked at her with a blazing smile. "Now you know its dangerous for a girl like you to be wandering around alone." I said in a condescending voice. Behind my back I held my blades at the ready, incase she turned into an issue. Though, I was sure that she would agree to an alliance.

(Thank you the compliment Rick. Though If you read Daesung's post you would see that he blocked the arrow with his sword. Wouldn't that render the arrow useless? Bouncing off the sword into the ground. I mean its fine its too late to change now, and plus you have such an interesting thing going on with Caysey. Go on please. :) )

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Faye froze, hearing a girl's voice. Crap. She looked up and peered into the trees just as a girl practically fell from the sky. It was the District two girl. Arlathina, was it?

"Now you know its dangerous for a girl like you to be wandering around alone."

Faye raised an eyebrow. A girl like her? What was that supposed to mean? "I guess I do now," she commented and then paused. Why was she even talking to her? Faye knew, that the blonde in front of her could probably kill her if she wanted, if she really wanted Faye would have been dead from the moment she'd stepped in the other girl's path. So why wasn't she?

Maybe, Faye mused to herself, this was her chance to stay in the game for a while longer.

"Arlathina, right?" she said, "I have a proposition for you." Her eyes glanced quickly from Arlathina's hands back to her face.

"What do you say you and I form an alliance?" Faye offered, "I mean, I may not be the strongest but I'm quick. I have some skills and most importantly I'm a healer. I'm familiar with the plants, what you can and can't eat, things like that." Faye waited, one two heartbeats.

"So how 'bout it?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

I looked at the girl as my lips pursed in a mischievous smile. I had a feeling she would inquire an alliance. "Yes my name is Arlathina... and your name is Faye Cibrian. District Nine, excelling in moderate hand to hand combat. Danger level? Low." I mentioned in a robotic display of knowledge. "I would love to. I will protect you, and you protect me? I am so happy I didn't have to kill you!" I rushed towards her and embraced her as I would a family member. As I slowly released her from the contact I breathed in her features. Her bright blue-green eyes, her thin lips, and her bright bonde hair.

Then I smiled and tramped off into the Forest with her in pursuit.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

After getting over the initial shock of being hugged by someone who wasn't her family, Faye followed behind Arlathina, sticking close to her as they trekked through the forest. They were silent, so many things mulling about in Faye's head but she chose not to speak seeing as they weren't very important. But there was something that was bothering her just a bit and it was like having a pebble in her shoe--you don't expect something so small to irritate you so much.

"How do you know so much about me?" Faye blurted out before she could stop herself. But she was curious and wanted to know.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Axel Cramier Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

I stopped walking and smiled at Faye. "A magician should never reveal her secrets. Though I will let you know this, I know alot about each person in the games. I may not know everything about a specific person, but I know enough to keep myself alive." I could sense her irritation, but I was indifferent. "You know we should find somewhere to camp, and you mentioned that you know how to find edible plants? I am starving, and it would be nice if I could get some food in my stomach." As I finished my words I bent down and began to dig in the dirt. Maybe I could find some tubers or something in the soil... I wondered in my mind.

I excavated the ground thoroughly, but had no luck. As I raised myself up to look at Faye I heard someone trampling through the Forest like a herd of animals. I raised my daggers in a defensive position and pulled Faye close to my body. When nothing appeared I scrutinized the Forest for the smallest amount of activity. Just as I began to let myself relax a girl appeared from the Forest. Her eye was swollen shut, and her back was covered with dirt. As she flew through the forest, her curly blonde hair riding wild and free in the wind, she failed to even notice us standing there watching her.

Undetected, I stalked her through the forest with light footsteps. After a while she must have become tired, because she scurried up a tree. As she sat there dabbing at her swollen eye I walked forward to the trunk of the tree. "That Axel, he gave you quite a shiner didn't he?" I said with a small chuckle. As she heard my voice she jumped a bit. I gave her a second to register me as a friend. "Doesn't he know that you shouldn't hit a lady? I don't like the bastard, he is arrogant. Why don't you come down here and let me help you with that." I looked up at her and smiled sincerely.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Axel Cramier Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"That Axel, he gave you quite a shiner didn't he?" someone said. Grace gave small jump and turned towards the voice. "I suppose," she mumbled, sounding like the biggest...moron ever. She recognised the girl as Arlathina, and behind her, May? No, Faye. They didn't look like they were going to attack her, but... "Doesn't he know that you shouldn't hit a lady? I don't like the bastard, he is arrogant. Why don't you come down here and let me help you with that?" Arlathina continued. Grace slipped a dagger out of my belt - she only had three left now - and hopped down from the tree. There was no way she was going to be as careless as before, but she couldn't stay in the tree and wait for her to shoot her down like Axel had. "What are you...saying?" Grace asked warily. She probably sounded like an idiot or something, but that didn't really matter now. Better safe than sorry. "You want to be Allies?" It was kind of surprising. She didn't really expect Arlathina to become allies with anyone. She had seen her in training, and she really did look deadly.

She didn't remember Faye that well, though. She knew that Faye was pretty good at Hand-To-Hand Combat, and she looked pretty strong. Why she would want Grace on her team athough, she wasn't sure. Maybe she had seen her throwing, which really was her only talent. But of course, Arlathina didn't know that. She supposed that maybe climbing could be useful, being from District 11, she had done alot of that, and she was okay at knowing edible berries, but she was hardly going to win the Games by climbing trees. And she wouldn't call herself an expert at edible food, either.

She thought she heard some rustling behind her, and quickly turned around, but she couldn't see anyone. Though she was still wary, she figured thse two were probably her biggest threat at the moment.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The girl jumped from her perch in the trees. "Though I have a feeling people may begin to think that I am dumb if I continue recruiting so many blondes." I joked with a girlish giggle as I surveyed her tangled mess of blonde hair. "Don't get all mushy on me though, if you weren't going to be of use to me somehow you would have been dead a long time ago. Although for now, welcome to the group!" I gave her a big grin, as if I was insane. It was then that I recognized the girl, it was Grace Clemons! The female district 11 tribute. I looked at the trio of throwing knives she held tightly in her fist. She must know how to throw. I analyzed.

I walked up to Grace and looked at the engorged tissue surrounding her eye. "Tsk tsk tsk..." I said in a motherly tone. "This just won't do. I'm going to have to cut it." Before she could protest, I quickly raised my dagger to the wound and cut the skin open. Blood began to pour out of the wound, I sighed inwardly. Now it ran the risk of infection, but not being able to view things properly would get you killed quicker than blood poisoning. She winced in pain as I repeated the method on the lower portion of her eye. Slowly, the skin began to deflate. When the swelling was gone she blinked her bright blue eyes, testing the muscles in her eyelid I had been careful not to sever. I craned my neck to look at Faye who was standing directly next to me with a blank look on her face. "Faye...Faye!" I had to repeat her name a few more times before her eyes centered themselves on me. "Find some herbs that will help fight infection, we will make camp here. Don't wander too far, I would hate to have you dieing right now." I sounded like a commander as I looked at her with soft eyes, and a doll-like expression.

I turned back to Grace and toyed with her radiant blonde hair. "This hair of yours is like a beacon! People are going to spot us from a mile away if you walk around with this. We're going to have to coat it with mud." I grasped a strand of my hair and put it next to hers, seeing that they were of similar color. "I am going to have to do it also, and so is Faye. True, putting wet dirt in your hair isn't exactly feminine, but whatever keeps us alive." I shuffled my feet towards a small swamp that was fifty feet away. The bank of the swamp would supply more than enough mud for our heads, but then I changed my mind and turned back towards Grace. "Though before I soil myself I want to start a fire and enjoy one more night of clean hair, wouldn't you agree?" It was dawn and the first day was coming to an end. I bent over and began to claw at the ground, making a pit for our soon-to-be campfire. I wish I had marshmallows... I complained.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Faye blinked. "Jessh we're like a blonde trio," she muttered. She glanced at Arlathina. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. Food, medicine. I'm going." She began walking away slinging her backpack over her shoulder to find the herbs. "If I'm not back in ten minutes I'm probably dead," she called over her shoulder.

She walked for a while until she spotted some dandelions and a few chicory plants to eat. She picked a few of them both, continuing on her way through the forest as quiet as possible. Faye took her time looking, making sure she would find the right herbs for... She racked her brain for a name. She could hardly think straight, her mind still straying to her mother's face when they'd announced her name for the reaping. Leaving the older woman behind was probably one of the hardest things she'd ever done. She had to make it out of this place--alive, thanks.

Faye stumbled upon just exactly what she was looking for--Baptisia Tinctoria--wild indigo. It was exactly what she needed to heal a cut (almost suspiciously exact, she noted). Bending down, Faye reached out, to touch the yellow petals, examining it and the leaves carefully. You had to examine plants carefully, or else what you thought was a mint leaf could be something way deadlier.

Faye pulled a bunch, dropping it into the pack. Grace would be grateful. The girl straightened, running a hand through her blonde and sighing before she turned around to go back the way she came.

"Good news, I'm not dead," Faye announced to the two other blondes as she came into their view. She sat down on the grass, dumping out the contents of the bag which only had; a bottle of water, the plants she collected, a container, bandage wraps, and a small first aid kit. Not much. But hopefully as the game went on they'd get sponsors.

She grabbed the container, the wild indigo, and a large stone. She stripped the roots off the plant and dropped them into the container then used the rock to crush it and grind it into dark yellow-gold mush. She looked up at Grace and gestured with her finger in a come hither way.

"Come here."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"Though I have a feeling people may begin to think that I am dumb if I continue recruiting so many blondes," Arlathina giggled. "Don't get all mushy on me though, if you weren't going to be of use to me somehow you would have been dead a long time ago. Although for now, welcome to the group!" She grinned wildly, and I gave her a small smile in response. "We're like a blonde trio," Faye commented.

Arlathina approached me, looking at my injured eye. "Tsk, tsk tsk," she said. "This just won't do.I'm going to have to cut it." I was about to protest, but she raised her arm and cut my eye with her dagger. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from crying out. She repeated this on the bottom of my eyelid, and I gave a slight wince. I could feel the swelling going down, and I opened my eye, blinking a couple of times. "Faye, Faye!" Arlathina said. [b]"Find some herbs that will help fight infection, we will make camp here. Don't wander too far, I would hate to have you dying right now," she ordered. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. Food, medicine, I'm going," Faye replied. "If I'm not back in ten minutes I'm probably dead." She headed out into the woods.

Arlathina looked back at me and messed with my hair. "This hair of yours is like a beacon! People are going to spot us from a mile away if you walk around with this. We're going to have to coat it with mud." She pulled at a piece of her own hair, and held it next to mine. "I am going to have to do it also, and so is Faye. True, putting wet dirt in your hair isn't exactly feminine, but whatever keeps us alive," she pointed out, walking towards a small swamp about 50 feet away. It was a good idea, and one I wouldn't have thought of on my own.

"Though before I soil myself I want to start a fire and enjoy one more night of clean hair, wouldn't you agree?" she added. I nodded and smiled in response. I realized she wasn't looking at me, instead she was making a pit for the fire. "Uh, yeah," I said. IJust then, Faye walked into the clearing with a bunch of plants in her hands. She beckoned me forward. "Come here," she said. I walked over to her, and waited for her to fix up my eye. "Thank you," I said quietly, wondering when I would be comfortable around the girls. It was kind of strange, considering I'm not usually shy.Then again, ths was The Hunger Games, it was completely differnt than District 11. And one of these girls very well may be my murderer.

((O.o I only noticed half way through that I had written it in first person, and I was too lazy to change it.))

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The fire crackled as I gazed into the flickering flames. The light of the blaze danced on our faces like a large candle, as they reached towards the sky in a longing manner. My neck curved gracefully as I looked towards the night sky. Oh my. . . I thought. It was a beautiful night, the stars glowing brightly like diamond roses. In the center of the sky was the moon, the brightest and largest rose of all. It gave everything a pale shimmer. . . or was it a luster?

I turned my head back towards the two others girls that sat next to me. Grace and Faye, what an odd group we were. I had never initially planned to recruit allies, though I had the most brilliant idea. They were bearable, for the most part. Similar to the girls who lived in District Two. Faye had a sarcastic attitude most of the time, which I didn't mind, but Grace hadn't talked much since she had joined up with us. I found myself becoming more and more curious about her past. She sat there silently with wild indigo in her hands, dabbing the juices from the herb into her wound.

I rested with my knees hugged against my chest, and my arms wrapped around my knees. I looked over to Grace and said, "You know I am an only child. . . I always wanted a little brother, or a sister. Either would be nice, though for some reason my mother could no longer conceive after she gave birth to me. Do you have anyone that you miss in District Eleven? Family or friends?" I eyed her in a solemn manner, waiting for an answer.

(OOC: If you guys have ever been to California, in the city there is so much smog only the brighest stars can penetrate. Though in the mountains where I live, all the stars show. And the moon is soooooo bright and beautiful. It lights up everything, and you can actually see during night. So that is where I got my inspiration for the sky-gazing scene. Last night it was like that, and I was sitting out in my front driveway, but I went back inside cuz there is alot of mountain lions active at night! >_> Scary! >_<!)

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"You know I am an only child. . . I always wanted a little brother, or a sister. Either would be nice, though for some reason my mother could no longer conceive after she gave birth to me. Do you have anyone that you miss in District Eleven? Family or friends?"
The question took me off guard. "My brother, Cory," I said. "He's eleven. And I have -had a boyfriend, but we weren't anything serious." Tears began falling down my face as soon as I thought of Cory. When I died, he would have to take tesserae. The thought of Cory entering the Games was unbearable.

I lay down on my back, the coat snuggled around me, as I noticed that the weather had gotten colder. Not freezing, but colder, still. I looked up at the sky so I could avoid eye contact with either of the girls. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "What about you, Faye?" I asked, quickly wanting to steer the conversation away from me. "Do you have any one that you, y'know, miss?"

As the moon shone in the sky, I realized something. I had made it through the first day. "Who do you think will be in the sky tonight?" I asked quietly. I didn't remember hearing any canons after the Bloodbath, but I wasn't really listening for one. Anyway, we could expect a peaceful night from the Gamemakers. The Capitol should be entertained enough from The Bloodbath to let us have a night without any incidents. But there were still the other tributes to look out for.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Faye dabbed Grace's eyes with the herbal medicine, using a gentle hand. She sighed. She wasn't made fore this...this game (this sick, destructive game). Faye's hands were made for healing not for killing. And something told her Grace really wasn't cut out for it either.

She finished putting the self-made ointment on Grace's eyes and after putting everything back into the backpack she leaned back to gaze up at the stars. To say it was a beautiful night would have been an understatement. Faye couldn't find the right words to describe it but it was on the tip of her tongue, sitting at the edge of her consciousness. Like the seventh color of the rainbow she didn't have a name for.

She glanced at Arlathina who had been so intimidating earlier with her dangerous smirks and eyes sparkling with mischief (and she had scared Faye at first, but she would never admit that to Arlathina anyway) but now looked sort of...vulnerable as she talked about her family or lack thereof.

"I'm an only child too. But I didn't always used to be," she slowly found herself saying.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Dustin Hickory Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

I looked at Faye, "How did they pass?" I asked delicately, even in all my arrogance, I would never tease someone about a deceased family member. Guilt welled up inside me, I had been putting off the thoughts of the boy I had killed this morning at the cornucopia. He was also from District 11. I had practiced killing someone many times, but actually doing it. . . It was completely different. "What did you know about Dustin Hickory? I killed him this morning at the cornucopia. We will see his face in the sky tonight." I said with a slight frown.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

((OOC: Dustin was actually a District Nine tribute))

"Two of them are dead. They played the games and they lost," she said, "The other is...missing." She didn't continue on about it. The Capitol was, after all, watching them and their every move. "It's just me and my mom now." She paused for a moment. "It was just me and my mom," she corrected.

Faye sat up from her position as she looked at Arlathina, her eyebrows furrowing in curiosity. "Dustin Hickory? I don't know much. He was...kind of quiet. Didn't really talk to people. I know he had twin brother, saw his father around town a couple times. But that's it really," Faye answered.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

((OOC: I saw Hunger Games yesterday. Oh my God all of the emotions. I cried. I regret NOTHING. It was amazing))

Faye only watched blankly as Martha Stewart was killed. The girl really had gone insane, only proving how much the Games would change a person. Faye desperately hoped that it wouldn't happen to her.

She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her forehead to the tops of her knees. She stayed in this fetal position for a while and in the distance a cannon was shot.

"They'll be showing the faces soon, I think," she said softly.

Something soft and icy touched her bare arm causing her to jerk her head up. Faye furrowed her brow as she looked up at the sky. "Snow? Seriously?" Faye said in disbelief. She glanced at Arlathina and Grace. "You think maybe, they're gonna try to freeze us out?" she asked.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

I smiled slightly at Faye while raising my hands and observing as the flakes of snow dissipated into icy water in my palm. "We'll have to find shelter, sleeping out in the open won't be an option anymore." Just then I heard the anthem of the capital playing. I looked towards the sky and watched as five faces flashed across the sky: Jake Cranna, Dustin Hickory, Skay Triton, Cynical Lorence, and Martha Stewart. Two of the faces were placed in that sky because of me. I felt kind of guilty about Dustin. Martha though had given me no choice, really I saved her from hours of suffering.

I sighed softly, and pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. That means there is nineteen of us left. I had alot of work to do before the games came to an end. I scooted towards Faye and Grace and wrapped my arms around them. Forcing them to come closer to me. "If you guys want to make it through the night we will have to sleep close to eachother. Don't worry I won't stab you in the back. Do either of you have a blanket?" I asked quietly.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

((Oh my god I want to see that sooo bad!!!))
"We'll have to find shelter, sleeping out in the open won't be an option anymore," Arlathina says. I nod in agreement. The sky lights up with the faces of the dead: Jake Cranna, Dustin Hickory, Skay Triton, Cynical Lorence, and Martha Stewart. Five people are dead which means... nineteen left? Eighteen of us still have to die. I think about that for a moment. Only five people is quite surprising, this may be the least amount of people killed in the Bloodbath, ever. I look over at the dead body of Martha, the only reason her body hasn't been carried away from the hovercraft is because we are still here.

"If you guys want to make it through the night we will have to sleep close to each other. Don't worry I won't stab you in the back. Do either of you have a blanket?" Arlathina asks. I scramble up as I remember something. "My - I, I have a coat. And some matches," I say. I walk over to where I left the coat and pull the matches out of the pocket. "If we do make a fire, we'll just have to hope that no one will hunt us down. There's three of us, maybe we could take them anyway..." I trail of, the thought of killing a child, possibly one as young as twelve... I slightly shudder, whether from the thought of it or because of the cold, I'm not sure. I walk back over to Faye and Arlathina. "Here," I say, throwing the coat over them like a blanket. "I'll take first watch, and I'll wake you if anything happens. If I die, the sound of the canon will wake you anyway," I say with a weak attempt at a smile.

((Sorry, I keep changing my tenses and point of view, and only noticing when I'm finished the post, and am too lazy to go back over it...))

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

I gazed at Grace with curiosity in my eyes. Why was she so willing to take first watch? I asked myself as I thoroughly scrutinized her, searching for a concealed weapon that I might have missed earlier, but the moon had darkened considerably and most of her being was concealed by inky shadows. I tucked my daggers close to my chest, and moved a bit closer to Faye underneath Grace's considerably large coat. It was bland gray coat, that was obviously made for a larger male tribute. Despite it's thin appearance it proved invaluable at retaining heat. As the moments slowly passed, the temperature underneath the coat began to rise gradually, and soon it was quite snug.

Also, the comfort of having a friend next to me warmed not only my body, but my heart. I closed my eyes and murmured, "Wake me up when your done with your watch Grace. I'll take the second shift." I wasn't sure if she heard me, but I didn't think about that for long. Soon I was adrift in a sea of dreams.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Catalya Muntain Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

'Drop the knife, and I won't hurt you. . .' It echoed through my mind a hundred times before I realized that it wasn't in my dreams. My eyes shot open, red-rimmed. I was awoken in a state that wasn't completely human, but partly animal, and very instinctual. I savagely turned myself over on my back, propping myself on my elbows. Over me stood an unfamiliar face that was bathed in pale moonlight. It was female, that was all I took the time to observe. I jumped to my feet and pulled my daggers from the folds of my clothes.

"Raaagghhhh!" With a savage scream, I jumped onto her as nimble as a spidermonkey. She began to yell as I thrashed about on her shoulders. I aimed my knives at her arms, seeking to cripple her. The emotions that flooded through my body contorted my alluring face into a horrible mask of rage, fear, and instinct.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Catalya Muntain Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Catalya swung her arms and with her own knife was able to throw the tinier girl off. I heaved heavily, I just needed water and matches damit! I reached for my whip and sprung it out, the long black strand with the metal shards at the end would hurt like hell. I wipped it in the back of my direction, making a loud carcking noise. She looked at the girl who had first talked to her, she wouldn't of killed her. She wouldn't of killed anybody here. Maybe that district 1 boy because he really pissed her off once but that was about it. "I just wanted a match." Catalya mumbled under her breath, her heart beating and adreline pumping through her.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Catalya Muntain Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

As I regained my composure I stood elegantly as she glared at me, whip in hand. As I gazed back at the dark haired girl I took on a feline demeanor, "Am I supposed to let you walk into my camp and take my supplies? No, I won't be that girl, you can swing your whip at me all you want, but I am no stranger to pain and certainly not afraid of it. A few scratches won't kill me either." I asked in a mocking tone as I brandished my daggers threateningly. I looked at Grace and gave her a slight nod.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Catalya Muntain Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

I looked at Grace in pure disbelief, "I hope you know what your doing Grace, give her a match let her go but she won't be any ally of ours." I felt anger well up inside of me, but I tried not to say anything. "I'm done taking in people, we don't have the resources for it."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Catalya Muntain Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Catalya took in a deep breath and took the match, muscles still tense. Her skin had turned a pale white since she had gotten in here. They had thought that she would be in the career pack so they didn't give her a coat. "I'm done taking in people, we don't have the resources for it." I nodded at that, I understand that she wouldn't want to take me in. But I defiantly would be able to carry my own weight. I stood there for a second and split into the forest, and climbed a tree quickly. I took in a deep breath I felt like a squirrel.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grace Clemons Character Portrait: Arlathina Connous Character Portrait: Catalya Muntain Character Portrait: Freddie Clark Character Portrait: Faye Cibrian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

As the girl disappeared into the forest I glared at Grace, my eyes turned into daggers as I spat my words with acid lacing my voice, "Are you insane? Grace if your going to let people trample all over us like that we will not last for long." I seethed with anger, and I had to restrain myself from commiting an act of violence. "Don't you see? You let that girl go with a souvenir, and then who will come to us next looking for a handout? We could have killed her, she was right there. Now we will ave to go to the trouble of doing it later on." By this time Faye was up and alert staring at us both as we exchanged heated words.