User blog:Harvey The Hunter/The Revival Games

'You can all pledge now, and please do! Some tributes will need the help.' It's happening. It's really happening. I'm back, baby.

Yes, in celebration of my return to the wiki I have decided to host a game, this is for anyone to enter, as long as long as you fill in these aspects of your tribute/s:

NOTE: These games will contain swearing (Not a lot, just when I feel it would be apropriate) and possible gore, if you don't wish for these things then please do not enter your tribute.

I shall be getting straight to the games, as I'm just itching to show you all the horrible things your tributes will go through.

Tribute Aplication
Tribute name:

Sex:

Age: 

Personality: 

Apperance: (Please add an avatar if you have one) 

Strengths: 

Weaknesses: 

Name of mentor: 

You can enter up to two tributes, and I shall be having one male and female tribute for each district.

Pledges and Sponsers
The process of Sponsers and pledges is simple: Each day you can choose 1-3 tributes to pledge for, the more pledges a tribute has, the more things their mentors can buy for them.

Example: 1 pledge - Loaf of bread    2 pledges - Tin of rice Etc.

Each tribute shall be given 1 pledge each as a gesture of good faith, as I believe everyone deserves a chance to win.

Once all tributes are entered, you may begin to pledge for tributes.

You can pledge for 3 tributes per day, including your own, and when you wish to use those pledges just write a comment and I will send it to them. If you have a special thing you want to send then contact me.

The Games
I shall be doing these in a POV style, focusing on a particular tribute or group of tributes. For each day I will do various different tributes. I will try to not do the same tribute POV 2 days in a row unless I feel it is important to the story.

POV - Quinn Aites
60 seconds

All the tributes are standing on their platforms. Some of them look for ways to kill the people the have come to know over the past few days. Others look for the easiest way to avoid a fight. And some look at the others, either in fear or in sadness. Knowing that within a few days, they would all be dead.

45 seconds

The cornucopia was on an island of sorts, 4 rusty steel bridges were the only way across the deep canyon. The cornucopia itself held many riches, for only the strongest of tributes to claim. There were of course various less important items scattered around the edges of the cornucopia, to give some of the less privileged tributes a chance. The wooded area around the cornucopia would provide efficient cover for a few tributes.

30 seconds

Quinn looked around. Both the girls she knew were on the opposite side of the circle around the cornucopia. This problem could lead to be fatal for any one of them as they are strongest in a group. She thought about this. Would it be wise to find them later in the games?

15 seconds

No, if she loses them now, it's all over for her. She isn't anything special, she could put up a fight if she wanted to but her against the Careers? Not likely. She was gonna have to make a run for it.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Everything went silent. She could feel her legs lift and she felt her body start moving forward. She looked at the other tributes, they hadn't noticed her and she could still get out without them noticing. A small dark green backpack catches her eye. She swoops down to grab it. Before she could escape with her forest coloured treasure, a mind-numbing hit to the back of her head keeps her from getting up again. Dazed and momentarily disabled, she falls onto her back before a leather boot burrows its way into her stomach. She gags, and hurls up the little amount of food she had in her. Crack. A punch to the side of her head makes sure she isn't going anywhere. Through the blood and the stars that seems to be flying around, she makes out a dark haired boy, larger than her by far. She recognizes him as Kalmah, the quiet boy. She had noted how she thought he was nice, unlike the other brutes.

Never had she been more wrong.

The boy pulled out a knife and smiled sweetly, the way a mother does when assuring her child that there really are no monsters in their closet. "It'll all be over soon, princess." He plunged a knife into her side and pulls. All the colour from her face leaves, exiting through the gaping rip in her skin. He pulls out the knife and wipes it on the grass. He marvels over the wound. He's so content that he doesn't notice the blade until it's too late. Quinn squints against the bright sunlight and the blood and sees a sight that makes her smile for the first time since she was back home. Her friends Whitney and Greir. Kalmah lies on the ground, choking as the red substance seeps out of gash on his neck. The pair lift her up and put her arms around her. Whitney looks back over her shoulder at the writhing Kalmah and sighs. She walks over to him and closed her eyes. She plunges the sword into his head, killing him. Quinn looked back at her friend. It must be a hallucination, Whitney would never hurt anyone, right? Quinn passes out, the two girls put her arms around her and carried her away from the bloodshed.

POV - Sofia Bulgar
She was in a completely different world when the bell sounded. She snapped back into reality, finding that she was one of the last tributes still on her podium. She immediately started in a sprint towards the cornucopia. She didn't have any plans to survive the games, she had decided long ago that she wanted to make sure that this year was different and that one of the people who truly deserved a chance at life would win. She grabbed a few things around the cornucopia, not even bothering to try to get across the bridge. A few feet away from her, she spotted someone that made her blood run cold. Veronica, a tribute from district 2, who was known for being especially heartless. She was on kneeling down but she couldn't make out what she was doing. Picking up a weapon? When she heard the screams she knew what she was doing. Underneath her she could make out the small golden haired girl from district 6. She considered fleeing but knew that no one else would save her.

No one was coming.

Perhaps because the little girl was weak and would be a burden, because they didn't want to have to fight off Veronica or maybe it was simply because they didn't want to have to kill the girl themselves. Sofia was so tired of people only thinking of themselves, it was all she had ever known, she knew how selfish people really are. She dropped the items she had picked up except for a small hatchet and sprinted over to the couple. One swing was all it took to get Veronica's attention. She spun around, feeling a sharp pain in upper arm, blindly attacking her stalker. It was because of this rage that Sofia didn't die right there. Veronica was equipped with a small carving knife, not the most threatening weapon but would be just as deadly if it hit in the right place. Sofia made several attempts to throw Veronica off her but she just kept coming. An arrow came whizzing past Veronica's arm, startling her, as she spun around an arrow found it's way into her lower right leg, causing her to scream out in pain. The crossbow wielding tribute, Kiara Seaspatt, grinned as she rushed off the bridge and rushed off into the battle at the cornucopia. Sofia, in the heat of the moment took a blind swing at a still dazed Veronica. The cold-hearted girl swore in pain as she put her hands to the side of her head. Where her ear had been cut off. Sofia, scared for her life, ran off. "Come back here, you goddamn bitch! You won't know what hit you!" Veronica's calls became more distant and quieter with every passing second. She looked back to see that the little girl was long gone.

On the treeline, she stopped and observed the cornucopia. It appeared as if there was a two sided battle going on. She had watched previous Hunger Games in history class but never had she seen such a big alliance between non Career tributes. Maybe she was mistaken. She limped off into the woods, not as much as a fly to keep her company. She hoped the little girl was alright.

Whatever happens, she would find out about it when the faces of the dead fill the sky tonight.

POV - Eli Winersin
He'd used to run a lot back in his district. He used to go out for jogs with his friends after school. He was much faster than them but it never bothered him, he just liked having people around him. He would have never imagined that it would be the only thing keeping him alive. He was sprinting across the orange coloured bridge, a few friends by his side. Never had running been more terrifying. Back in the capitol, the less favoured tributes had made a pact. They decided that the easiest way to win the games was to eliminate the Careers before they got the chance to make base at the cornucopia. Some tributes refused, out of fear mostly but those that did had kept their word. Along side him was Jayson Huff, Charlie Lancaster, Neon Winters, Carolyn Pontills and Zulfikar Zambrano. Even he was surprised how many people had joined him. He wasn't the oldest, the smartest or the strongest but he was a leader and most people knew that about him.

They reached the island and immediately started scavenging all the goods the could find, the Careers busy with the tributes still outside of the cornucopia. His main fear had been that Veronica would catch up to them but last he had seen, she was tormenting some younger tribute. He had considered helping but knew that even if he had tried, he couldn't have helped. Or at least that's what he told himself. He looked over at Jayson and smiled, that dumb look that he always had on his face brought Eli hope. His reaction time is a lot faster than most other people his age but no one could have been fast enough to stop what happened next. Carolyn let out a scream and ran off from the group. Eli tried to call out to her but as far as he was concerned, she was probably the safest of them all at the moment. The Careers had arrived. Troy, Diamond and Nami, weapons in hand. For the briefest moment, no one moved. They all sized each other up, seeing who would be easiest to kill, who was the biggest threat and who would scream the most. Nami made the first move, moving for Zulfikar, the boy closest to her. Eli was too far away to do anything, and even if he could get there in time, how would he fend off Nami? Zulfikar backed off slowly as Nami rushed at him.

He probably would have died right there if it weren't for Jayson. The young man from District 7 shoulder tackled Nami to the ground, the two of them toppling over onto the grass. He hesitated for a moment, not being a violent person and especially not being one to hit a girl, he remembered that out here they were all the same. Boys and girls were no different. All they are is meat. The playthings of higher men. He hit her. Again. And Again. He never threw the fourth punch though. All the tributes had gone into an all out war against each other. Troy kicked his skull, enough force to cause some damage. He fell off Nami and attempted to reach over him to find something, anything that could help him. He had dropped his axe in the heat of the moment, before he had tackled Nami. Troy had picked it up. One swift blow to the skull was all it took to end the years of training and history that Jayson Huff had once been. Eli, damaged and hurt over the loss of his friends called the others back, the remaining tributes retreating with him over the bridge. Once again, the only thing keeping Eli and his friends alive was how fast they could run.

Troy was looking over the boy he had killed. "Stupid asshole, took us on without even the smallest of weapons..." In the front pocket of Jayson's shirt he pulled out a small, metal medallion. "Hmpf. I guess this'll have to do." He pocketed it and walked off to join the others.

POV - Grao Fieldwerie
Grao knew who his friends were. He could tell when someone was being genuinely honest about their feelings. He knew when he was being lied to. It was for this reason that he had made the choice to stay close to the girl in his district. He hadn't known her back home, they didn't have the same interests, same hobbies, why would he? Only here, in the place destined to end his life, would he meet someone that truly made him feel like living. Kayla was a talkative girl, to say the least. She could talk for hours and never run out of things to say. She was a person that you couldn't help liking, but she was a person that could quiet easily go from your best friend, to hated enemy, in a matter of seconds.

They ran together.

Kayla however was an arrogant person. Grao saw her run off to the side, targeting a blonde haired girl who was crouched over. Kayla prepared to fight but was caught off guard by the large axes she was wielding. Kayla, non the less, went in for the kill. Grao was strong but all he could do was run, with no weapons he had to use his fists to help her. He got a glimpse of the girl, Eevee Darkbloom, a likable girl, mainly by boys. Her charms wouldn't help out here though, Kayla was unperturbed by this and kept up her onslaught on the girl. She did very little real damage, only getting one good blow in before Eevee ending Kayla's life. The tears flowed down Grao's face as he yelled in anger and swung wildly at the girl, anger blinding him to the danger he was in. Eevee reacted out of instinct and swung the axe at the boys head, taking out his eye. The gaping hole where his ocean blue eye had been was a mess now, very little remained. Grao fell to the ground, shock taking over his body. Eevee almost burst into tears before regaining her composure. She turned around and sprinted towards the cornucopia. Through his remaining eye he thought he saw the girl crying but he couldn't be sure. He didn't care. He crawled over to the body of Kayla and closed her eyes. He slowly got up and walked off in a drunken line towards the trees. All the pain seemed unreal. Like a dream.

He wondered for what felt like a lifetime. He sat down against a tree and sighed, letting a few stray tears leave his head and roll down his cheeks. He felt where his eye should be. He cried.

Results:

Deaths - Jayson Huff, Kalmah XXIV and Kayla Danielle. Multiple unknown deaths.

Quinn Aites, Whitney Grey and Greir Erwin - Quinn is losing blood, in serious need of medical attention.

Careers - Veronica Mordekaiser, Diamond Celestia, Nami Njord and Troy Mason. At the moment Veronica and Thamos's status are unknown. The remaining three Careers have made camp on the cornucopia island.

Alliance - Eli Winersin, Charlie Lancaster, Neon Winters, Zulfikar Zambrano and Carolyn Pontills. Make note that at the moment, Carolyn's status is unknown.

Grao Fieldweire - Far into the woods, against a tree. After suffering a major injury, he shall need serious medical care. Without support from another tribute or sponsers he will most likely perish.

Other tributes - Just because the remaining tributes have not been listed as alive, does not mean they are dead. It is possible that they perished in the bloodbath but most simply escaped into the wild. However, having said this, there were certainly more casualties to the bloodbath than have been shown.

Coming Soon - Survivors of the bloodbath.

POV - Logan Heremiah
The sun was making it's descent into the abyss, the sky aflame with colour. Logan calculated it had been approximately 4 hours since he had escaped the bloodbath. He had gotten out of there the second the countdown was up. He was starting to wish he had spent more time at the survival workshop back at the training center. Speed and strength would only get him so far in the games. His throat was sore and dry, desperate for the cleansing sensation of liquid. He stopped and shut his eyes. He could just about make out a soft sobbing. He quietly followed the noise until he reached the source. A small girl, no older than 13, was sitting quietly on a log. "Hey there..." He said, simply, as he slowly put his hand forward. She promptly lifted her head from her hands and stumbled backwards over the log, falling onto her backside. She had a large cut alongside her right cheek, a shallow trail of blood seeping from it. "S-Stay away..." She stuttered as she attempted to retrieve any dignity she was still holding onto.

"I'm unarmed." he said, a sympathetic tone in his voice.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"You don't. But if I were going to kill you, wouldn't I have already done it by now?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes, and stared at him, the way that only an innocent child can stare at someone. The pair walked together, not saying a word. They stayed like this for what felt like hours. During their brief time together, Logan observed the girl. She didn't seem to want to harm him. She certainly wasn't a killer. But more than anything, she wasn't meant to be here. This girl wasn't made to survive in the wild. She was made to help people. She was kind. Kindness was what gets you killed. The duo came across a small cave. Actually, hole in the ground was a more accurate description. But for them, at least for now, it was home.

Logan gathered moss from surrounding rocks and trees to make a cover for the hole entrance, hiding it pretty well. Cornelia merely sat on the hard rocky floor of their "cave", watching the older boy. He didn't mind, he hadn't held her silence against her, the poor girl must be in shock. Once the cave was, for the most part, sealed he climbed back inside and lay down.

He was awoken by a small tugging feeling coming from his side. It was raining lightly outside, reminding him of his childhood days spent playing in the makeshift park of his district on misty days. He looked to his side and saw Cornelia, blood still smeared over her face and tears rolling down her soft cheeks. She buried her head into Logan's chest and sobbed quietly, just as she had done when they had first met.

"Don't let them get me."

The first words she had spoken since their first encounter, had been the most chilling.

"I won't. I promise." Logan closed his eyes, letting the rain sooth him to sleep as Cornelia thought of her home. All the people that would see her, but that she would never see back.

POV - Kiara Seasplatt
The sound of rain and muddy footsteps were her only company. The artificial moon had risen into the sky and illuminated the arena. Kiara grinned as she ran with her bounty of food, her crossbow slung across her chest. She thought back to those very first few moments of the games, how scared she had felt. She remembered the way her heart pounded when she was attacked by Thamos, a Career boy. She wasn't one to kill innocent people but the Careers were anything but that. They were allies of The Capitol, therefor they were her enemies. She grinned as she remembered the look on his face as her arrow pierced his torso. The look being sealed when the second arrow had found it's way into his neck, the expression of horror never leaving his face.

If it wasn't for that damn girl, Veronica, she may have made off with more than just food. Despite having lost an ear and being shot with her arrow, the barbarian had just about mauled her. The thought of Veronica quickly wiped the smile off her face. To make things worse, after she narrowly escaped from the Career's hands, she had encountered another boy, Eddie Silva, from D11. She had tried to avoid him but he attacked her, scared half to death. She had no choice but to end his life. One swift arrow to the head was all it took. She took refuge up in the trees, so thick that in the darkness it would be near impossible to find her. Just to be safe, she kept her crossbow beside her.

She stared up at the stars and watched as the faces of the dead drifted through the night sky, lost to the void. She saw Thamos's face. She smiled.

POV - Charlie Lancaster
"It didn't work goddamn it, it didn't work!" Eli had been shouting angrily ever since they had barely escaped from the cornucopia. "We could have... We could have done something had we worked together! And now... Jayson's gone because of it. Because of us." He stayed ahead of the group, marching onwards to nowhere. Charlie spoke up "Non of this is on us, you saw the look in those Careers eyes, how many more of us would we have lost had we tried to fight-" "Fewer than we're going to lose! We had them by surprise, there were only three of them. Come sunrise, they'll be hunting us down, one by one." Neon walked faster to catch up to Eli, putting an arm on his shoulder. Eli stopped and he looked at the ground. "We need to stay positive... You're either angry that we lost Jayson and didn't get the cornucopia or relieved that Jayson was such a good friend that he bought us time, and we didn't lose anyone else. I know which one I want to follow." Eli rubbed his eyelids and sighed, a vague smile showing on his face. He nodded, silently agreeing "We'll be alright." The group walked as the rain hit their heads, making small talk and the occasional joke.

A large, wooden cabin was what they eventually ran into. It was uncommon for the arena to have structures other than the cornucopia, but not impossible. It was a large cabin at that, probably big enough to fit 10 people in if they were smart about it. Luckily they didn't need that much space. Charlie walked up to the door "You guys cover me if things go south..." He said in a hushed tone, the others nodding. WHAM. Everything went a strange colour before it all went black.

"Hey there sleepyhead..." Said a soft female voice, soothing him. He rubbed his nose and immediately regretted it, hurting like nothing he had ever felt before "I wouldn't do that if I were you... I think it's broken, and I'm sorry. But then again, I could have murdered you right then and there." He opened his heavy eyes and saw it was a redheaded girl, Sofia. Zulfikar knocked on the door to the room and smiled when he saw he was awake. From out behind him popped out Carolyn who rushed over and hugged him "I'm sorry I ran away, I was just scared... I'm stronger now, I'll be able to help you out more, I promise..." Zulfikar came and sat down on the bed "Sofia had found Carolyn, half passed out before they got here. She took her in and took refuge here, they thought we were going to hurt them so Sofia hit you... I would suggest getting some rest tonight, your nose is going to hurt like a bitch in the morning..." Carolyn gave him a dirty look "No swearing!" Zulfikar chuckled and ruffled her hair "Whatever kid."

They all sat in silence, Carolyn and Eli eating what little food the group had gathered from the cornucopia. "You know what we need?" Charlie said as he stood up from the table, getting the attention of everyone "A name. The Careers have their boring sounding name, why don't the others get some title too? Any suggestions?" Everyone pondered over this for a moment before Sofia spoke up "How about... The Allied Forces...? It was the name of a group of countries from long ago, some war against a dictatorship... I think that's roughly it, although at school most people didn't really care for history so I don't know..." Charlie smiled "That sounds perfect. Cheesy, but perfect. For the rest of the evening the allies chatted and eventually went to bed. Eli stayed up until he was sure everyone else was asleep. He took out a candle from a backpack he had found back in the afternoon and lit it with a match. "Miss you Jayson..." He placed the candle on the nightstand and fell asleep.

POV - Diamond Celestia
The low glow of the fire cheered Diamond up. When she had been training back in the center of District 1, she had never imagined that the games would be quite like this. She had imagined them to be a fun event, something that brought people together. Diamond wasn't the smartest girl. She sat alone, keeping a look out for the others. They had left about two hours ago and hadn't seen them since then. She thought they might have gone to look for the other remaining Careers but she hadn't really been listening. She felt the fire warm her heart.

From the distance she heard shouting. She stood up as she saw Troy and Nami, Troy being slumped over with something large on his back, while Nami ran ahead of him. As the pair ran closer to the make-shift fire Diamond could see that it was not something on Troy's back, it was someone. That someone shouted and pushed at Troy, causing the figure to fall off of him. The figure fought back but eventually slumped onto the ground, apparently passing out. Troy rushed over and lay down the figure. It was Veronica. While Troy went and got some medical supplies from the interior of the cornucopia, Nami washed a water-soaked cloth over Veronica's face, cleaning most of the dried up blood away.

The three Careers sat around the fire, no one saying a word as Veronica lay on a mattress, still passed out. A cough and a splutter from her made all three adolescents jump, before Troy quickly rushed to her side. He put a hand to her forehead, she tried to push him away but was too weak. "S-Stupid bitch..." She muttered out. "How bad does it look? My head is hurting up a storm..." Nami weakly handed her a mirror. Veronica just stared at it for what felt like an eternity. Veronica was anything but beautiful now. Beside the not so obvious puncture in her leg, she had lost the whole of her left ear, a large scar also running across her forehead and eyebrow. "It's fine." Veronica stated, surprising the other Careers who had been expecting to have to restrain her. "It's fine. I know who did this. I know who to blame. And I know who is going to regret ever being born. It's fine. At dawn we're going to go after her, that little slut from District 3, Sofia Bulgar." The Careers simply stared at her, wondering what she planned to do. Troy nodded. Then Nami. Diamond just sat there.

"Where's Thamos?" She asked quietly. No one answered.

She didn't want to hurt anyone, not really. She just wanted to be part of the games for fun. That's all they were to her.

Games.

Results:

Deaths - Thamos Embers and Victor Silva.

Careers - Veronica Mordekaiser, Troy Mason, Nami Njord and Diamond Celestia. At the Cornucopia, well stocked on supplies. Vernoica is still recovering from the Bloodbath. Thamos is dead.

Allied Forces - Eli Winersin, Charlie Lancaster, Carolyn Pontills, Neon Winters, Sofia Bulgar and Zulfikar Zambrano. They have made their home in a pre-made Cabin they encountered on their travels. Eli is deeply perturbed by the death of Jayson. Charlie's nose is broken but aside from that he will recover.

Other Group/s - ''Quinn, Whitney and Greir. ''Their location and statuses are currently unknown.

- ''Logan and Cornelia. ''Hiding in a cave-like location. They have no supplies or weapons.

Rougues - Kiara Seasplatt, Textil Archeus, Grao Fieldwerie, Eevee Darkbloom.

Kiara is doing well in terms of supplies and has a good weapon.

Textil is unknown but is presumed to be alive due to no tributes recalling what happened to him.

Grao was last seen against a tree, crying. He is currently unknown.

Eevee was last seen during the bloodbath, having killed Kayla. She was not seen again however is presumed to be alive, for the same reason as Textil.

POV - Eevee Darkbloom
She shivered as she breathed in the early morning air. For a place destined to be the final resting place of 23 children, it sure was beautiful. Eevee admired the birds flying through the trees, unaware of the horrors going on around them. She liked to think that they were natural, but in reality she knew they were most likely creatures made by the capitol. Probably cameras. Flashbacks of the previous day rushed through her head, the girl trying to take her by surprise, the axe lodging itself into the girl's skull. The way her friend had cried over her death. She closed her eyes and breathed in again. She had escaped the bloodbath not having to hurt anyone else. Apparently the men watching over her had faith in her, as in the early hours of the day she had heard the faint bleeping of a package from the Capitol. When she had seen what it was she smiled. A meteor hammer, not exactly the stealthiest weapon but it could mean the difference between her living and dying. She was quickly brought back to the present by the rustling of leaves ahead of her. Whether it was an animal or another tribute, she would need to be on guard. She had ditched the axes as soon as she had received her weapon from the Capitol. She grabbed it with both hands and approached the sound. Ahead of her she saw a boy, around 13 years old, gathering berries from a nearby bush. She wasn't a heartless murderer like most of the other people here and he wasn't a direct threat, he looked as if he hadn't eaten a full meal in all of his life. She observed the boy while he picked the berries. She couldn't quite recall his name but she knew he was from District 8. Thomas? Tim? She couldn't figure it out. The boy seemed so peaceful. After observing him for a full ten minutes she came to the conclusion that he was unarmed. She made her move. Cautiously she approached the bush. She came within less than a meter of him before he had even noticed her. Had her intent been to kill, she could have done so quite easily. He spun around, his piercing eyes glaring into hers. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The boy stretched out his arm cautiously and showed her the berries "You hungry?" Eevee smiled.

The two ate and discussed their lives back home, Textil talking about some cult of his and Eevee not really mentioning much aside from the things she'd learned in school. They walked together for some time, finding out that despite being from different districts that they had a lot in common.

"No, really - That's crazy!" Eevee said, grinning.

"I'm serious! It went all the way across the hall and hit the guy right between the legs! I don't think he'll be having to worry about his kids entering in the Hunger Games anymore!"

Eevee felt bad but couldn't stop herself laughing "I've known you for about 4 hours and I already know you're gonna be a tough guy to get rid of" She joked "Anyway, you should see if you can put those throwing skills to use once we get you a good weapon, if you hit Troy in his babymaker I'm sure it would certainly make the fight a lot easier!"

The two were taking turns bathing in a small stream they'd encountered, Eevee going first while Textil watched the treeline for anything living. The two had decided that considering the odds of living were against them, it didn't matter all that much if they saw each other bare, as if they died it wouldn't exactly matter. And it gave the hormonally crazed teenagers something to stare at back in the Capitol. After Textil had his turn, the pair dried off in the sun and made their way east. As they were chatting about how they'd escaped the bloodbath, Textil hushed Eevee. She tried to protest but was hushed again. Textil slowly crawled through the brush and saw the large, Cabin like, structure. From the inside, people were clearly visible.

"Eevee - Look! People! Come on, we've got to go introduce ourselves!" He started to head towards the building but Eevee grabbed his hand.

"Textil... I know you don't have a reason to really care about what I say but... This is bad luck. We go in there, we won't come out. Big groups are asking for trouble. We don't even know them!"

Textil thought about this "You're right... I don't have a reason to care about what you think... Why should I listen to you?" He said in a gruff voice.

Eevee took a deep breath and sighed. It was now or never. Might as well use her feminine charm to work. She leaned over and pressed her lips up against hers. For ten seconds, Textil was in heaven. When they pulled out of the kiss Textil nodded. Not another word was said as they walked away, leaving the cabin and it's inhabitants unaware of their presence.