Hunger Games - RP

((You are such a hero...))

Mabel rubbed her neck, which had red nail marks that were buried deep inside her skin. She grabbed a bow, and practiced shooting arrows at a tree. She then used knives, and finally tired of it and sat on the ground.

"Who's dead?" Tesserae asked, using a torn piece of her shirt to wipe off her axe's blade in one, swift movement.

"Um…" Mabel scratches her head. "Eight deaths in the bloodbath and me and Mason killed one person. So 9 died and 11 people other than us are alive. The career pack is okay, so they'll probably come and kill us if we don't kill them or get moving." She shrugs. "I don't really know who's dead though. Just the amount."

Tesserae brushed her fingers against the lush grass. It was dew-filled and felt quit relaxing. The green nail polish from her interview was already chipping off. She stared into the cold stream and thought about bathing.

((Is it okay if a tribute or something pops out now? It's getting boring.))

Mabel looked around, and stared down at her feet. The crowd is bored. They're going to put something dangerous and exciting for them to watch. "We should probably hunt down some tributes now, because at this rate unless there's a big fight somewhere we're going to have some horrible thing happen to us." she says, looking up at the sky.

Tesserae barely nods, scraping at the dried mixture of mud and blood thats formed a thick sheet on her fingers. Quickly, she zipped her backpack, throwing it over her shoulder and she jumped to her feet, her axe gripped in her left arm, right arm pointing towards the south. "We could go south. Last time I seen the careers, which was barely four hours ago, they were heading North to hunt for some chick who stole something from the cornucopia. Unfortunate for her, but safe for us."