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Closed The 73rd Annual Hunger Games

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The arena for the 73rd Annual Hunger games is basically the inside of a vary wide and very tall mountain. There are many little ledges and small holes to hide on or in. The Cornucopia is centered perfectly in the middle of the giant cavern and the tail is pointing to the north. Compacted dirt covers the ground and there is a puddle near the tip of the mountain resting on a slightly larger hole. Light seeps in constantly via a small hole in the very tip of the mountain.

This year's uniform is also a bit unfortunate. The tributes all wear a vivid gray t-shirt that reflects any sort of light that it catches. They also all wear black shorts, even though it is absurdly cold almost all the time.

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Emlyn stood perfectly still on his little circle as a single voice rang out all through the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let the seventy-third annual Hunger Games begin!"

He sprinted towards the Cornucopia, in hopes of grabbing a knife or a bow.
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Gregory walked away from the mess grinning. While bruised from a fist fight with one of the careers, he had managed to get some pretty decent loot: a canteen, a bottle of iodine, a jacket, and best of all, lighter fluid.

"Those Game Makers are so thoughful," he laughed to himself.
 
The first thing Cairo did was hit the dirt. After the huge fight had turned into a six-man free-for-all, Cairo snuck in. He found a slingshot, a small dagger, a bow and twelve arrows. Suddenly, the other six, who appeared to have made an alliance, converged on him. He raised the bow, missing the first two shots, but the other four hit home. The last two turned to run, but Cairo yanked the arrows from the ground and shot at them again. The first stumbled and fell, the second kept running.
Ooh, boy. This is gunna be good.
 
Emlyn snuck away from the Cornucopia with about 2 knives, a square of plastic, a bow and 11 arrows, and some hiking shoes.

"This is gonna be fun," he murmured to himself.
 
After surviving a rather tough brawl at the center of the Cornucopia, Adam ran away with his loot, and stopped somewhere safe to examine what he had found. He had grabbed two one-handed swords, a small spiked shield made of a very tough metal that fit on his arm, and a small backpack. When he opened it, he found an empty canteen, a small first-aid kit, a pair of leather gloves, four packets of dehydrated food, a book of matches and a chocolate bar.

"That's a good haul.", he said to himself. "Now to find somewhere safe to hide."

He began to run, and an arrow barely missed plunging into the back of his head.
 
Cynthia had a cut along her arm, but she had managed to snag a bow with 10 arrows at least, an empty canteen, a bottle of iodine, and 2 packets of crackers. She looked around for an area to hide in. 'I'll last longer if I just hide somewhere rather then go in the middle of fights. Why did this happen to me?' she groaned inwardly. An arrow grazed her ear, just barely missing the back of her head.
 
Silverspark would have run away as soon as the Game began.

He really would have.

But he saw it, and couldn't. A silver-colored, smallish pickax, about two and a half feet long from end to end, sat in the edge of the fray. As always, the objects were organized in order of increasing usefulness; shiny foil near the edge, some sort of goggles in the very center, so on and so forth like that. Perhaps someone had knocked the thing aside; Silverspark didn't really care. His long, slender legs sent him at a good clip towards the pick, and he managed to grab a silvery package of what could be food and several plastic tubes along the way. He scooped up the pickaxe in his right hand, slammed the end into the stomach of a smallish boy with a knife, and ran off into the darkness.

Breathing as heavily as silence would allow, Silverspark tugged at the reflective shirt he had to wear. He looked inside to see how reflective that side was, hoping that it might be a boring black or dark blue.
 
Gregory stood over the dead tribute, shocked at what he had done. It was his first kill of the games. Well, the girl had it coming. Everyone knows lighting a fire before nighttime is inviting other tributes to hunt you down. He grabbed the girl's blanket, a small knife, and some matches, and went off to seek a place to stay the night.
 
Cynthia found a small ledge with a cave that she could squeeze into so she wouldn't be seen and she had room to set up her bow. If anyone was close to her she would shoot them. She scoured the arena and saw a girl laying unmoving. 'The first death of the games...will that be what happens to us? Just being killed for an item?" she saw a career by her ledge and she shot an arrow at him. It hit him in his back and he fell over, face first. 'I hope I last the night!' she thought to herself.
 
Cairo clambered from the pile and ran to the dirt. Having hidden their since the games had started, he'd had plenty of oppertunity to see what everyone else was using. Judging by the eight bodies around, most of the competitors were armed with bows. He grabbed arrows from each, then looked at the mountains. "Good enough!" He ducked low and ran. An arrow whissed over his head, he fired back and was met by a scream of pain. Another arrow and the scream stopped. Cairo didn't risk going to nick the girl's stuff; her scream would have attracted attention. He kept running, as the day faded into night, and he reached a small hollow. A large boulder behind him, a mountain on either side and a wall of rocks in front made the place pretty safe. "Ok, then." He sat back with two rocks and began rubbing them together, to sharpen them.
 
(ohgod so confused uuuuh here goes)

Emily peeked out from behind her boulder.

She took the opportunity to look at the weapon she had picked up. The Bonesaw with shiny, and looked like it has never been used. She would change that. She placed it on the ground, and looked over the other things she had managed to grab hold of. A tiny scalpel, matches, something that was probably food, and some string. Not bad, she had to admit.

She tucked the smaller items away at the base of her boulder, and scooped up her bonesaw. Now all she had to do was wait. It was too dangerous to go out there, with all those bows and arrows out there. She needed for her prey to come to her...she needed to wait, to ensure she won, so she could go home to her little Abigail.

"Here little Kaninchen...come to me..."
 
Amy flicked back her long brown hair, and rushed to the Cornucopia, and rumuaged a sleeping bag, Water, food, a Spear, a set of 20 Throwing knives, and 3 pairs of Night Vision sunglasses all tucked into a backpack.

She ran away from the horn and climbed on a ledge and hid herslf in a hole. Her spear was at her side, and knives in a makeshift holster she cut into her pants.

"Come and get me." she murmured.
 
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