Heather aproached the lake cautiously she had 3 iodine tablets and she had tomake them last she had 2 water bottles so she filled them and broke the tablet in 2 time to check her traps a knife narrowley missed her left ear, she looked across the lake ready fo a fight.

Emmet says have he said an actual word! Have what? Whered you gat that dynamite?

Nino~

I woke up and heard the cannon, rembering it's 11 similar blasts last night. Twelve were dead already. I looked around, and realized I had fallen asleep leaned against a tree. Why am I not dead yet? I asked myself. I stood up. Eventually I was going to have to eat and drink, but I wasn't going to hunt animals. Not with this sword. No, I was hunting people.

I looked around to make sure there wasn't anybody around, but I noticed something up in the tree. It was a 13-year-old kid. He looked terrified, and he reminded me of my little brother. I decided not to kill him. Not yet.

"Come on down," I said, lowering my sword. "I'm not going to hurt you"

Hey Alex there should be a rule that a character can be killed only by its creator or with someone given permission by the creator. Just a thought.

Nino~

I'm pretty sure I heard another cannon blast. This just made the kid more terrified. But I wasn't scared. And I wasn't going anywhere.

When he finally came down, he looked suprised. He probably thought I was going to kill him. But I wasn't. And I didn't.

"You hungry?" I asked him. The boy nodded. "Do you climb?" I asked again. The boy nodded again, this time less nervously. "Good. Let's catch some grub."

By noon, we had caught and killed four robins with our teamwork. The kid was good with trees, apparently, and could also make a fire with just sticks. We ate hungrily.

"So, what's your name?" I question.

"Venture," he replies. "Venture Odinshoot."

"I'm Nino Herriot," I say. Then we hear footsteps. The smoke had been seen by somebody. I draw my sword, and Venture draws his skinning knife he snagged at the cornucopia. It was time to fight.

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~Raven~

I don’t think the tribute across the lake sees me.  Unfortunately, I don’t think I can throw a
knife that far.  I’ll have to sneak up on
him.  Disappearing into the trees, I make
my way through the forest until I am behind him.  I pull out a knife and slit his throat.  Boom!  The cannon signals that he is dead.

He’s the first person I’ve ever killed, and I feel
guilty.  But I have to try to win, for my
family.  If the boy had any allies, they’ll
be coming now, so I run into the woods and hole up in a tree for a couple of
hours.  When I return, I pack up my stuff
(just the remainder of the squirrel) and move to a different lake.  I’ll be harder to find that way.

I hunt and practice throwing my knives.  Soon, I can be accurate from across the lake.  I hear two cannon shots.  Nine left.

Two days later, I move to another lake.  But someone’s already there.

“Let’s figure out who are left,” says a girl’s voice.  “There are nine, so it’s the boy from 1, the
girl from 2—us—, the boy from 5, the girl from 6, the girl from 7, the boy from
9, the girl from 11, the girl from 12, and one more, I don’t know who.  A boy, I think.  Sounds like hunting time to me.”

Only two Careers.  I
guess a bunch of them died at the Cornucopia.

“We don’t have enough people, Brenda.  One of us needs to stay here and guard the
supplies.  If only one of us goes after
the other tributes, that one’s bound to get killed.  We only have one option: recruiting.  We’ll find tributes, and, instead of killing
them, we’ll ask them to join us.  They
can’t refuse.  We’ll feed them and
protect them.  Then, when we’re the only
ones left, we’ll kill them.”

I slide from the tree, my legs uncertainly bending as they sting from the impact. I am worried they will fold beneath me, but I manage to regain my balance. I am dehydrated: I knew it the moment I awoke. A slight heat fever has set in, and my tongue is dry. The world seems to spin before me, whirling colors swirling like a kaleidoscope and I cannot understand why. The bottle that I found in my backpack was half full of what looked like water, but I poured it out. Knowing the Capitol, it was lethal poison. Better to be safe than sorry. If I must die, I'd rather it be from something other than poisoned water. Although, right now, I'd have to admit: I'd take poison over dehydration. 

I walk for a few hours, the trees seemingly endless, until I can tell that my path is at an incline. I am headed up the mountain. But that's when I hear it. The cannon echoes through the silence, stirring a few birds. 10 more left, I think to myself. Seconds later, another rings through the air. It must have been a death match. I jog for an hour more, my stomach churning with sickness. I would vomit if I had anything in my stomach to spit up. I have not dared to open my small supply of foods, and I know I will need it desperately later.

Not long after, I am forced to stop. I cannot continue in this direction. The arena is huge, and there is no guarantee that there is water in this direction. I certainly haven't seen any game. So, I rig a few snares, and climb a nearby tree to rest. For a few moments I nod off, aware that it is unsafe but unable to keep my eyes open. Dreams hang heavy, and I lose myself in them, until suddenly, a noise awakens me with a start. My snares have caught something. But when I search out snare, I discover that this something is actually a someone. A thirteen year old boy hangs upside from one foot, a few feet off the ground. He must have stepped in my twitch up snare. He shouts, and looks at me with horror, but as I try to calm him, he suddenly goes silent. I hear a noise behind me and whirl. Another boy stands behind me, the one they called Nino. He holds a sword, and it is inches from my side. We stand there for a few moments, each of us trying to understand the situation: me with my arrow aimed and notched, ready to fly into the little boy's heart, and Nino with his sword ready to burry itself in my side. The forest seems to pulse like a heart as we each wait and try to observe what the other person will do. But, I have reached a conclusion. My only possibility to get out of this situation alive. 

" Allies?"  

Heather made her way up a tree carefully checking for tracker jackers as she went. At the top she heard a whispred conversation looking down she saw the 2 tributes that had temed up, oh great a team! A few tree over she spotted a girl with blue eyes and black hair she signaled to her she motioned her to jump on the 2 tributes at the same  time would she listen?

Nino~

It was a girl. The one who approached us. Before she even got to us, Venture took a wrong step and ended up in a net. And by the way she looked, I could tell the net belonged to the girl. When she offered to be allies, I didn't know what to say.

I signaled to Venture, but he was already slicing his way out with his knife.

"Okay," I answered, "Allies. By the way, I'm Nino, from 5, and this is Venture, from 10. Who are you?"

"Alize," she answered. "Sorry about the net."

"Well, it is the Hunger Games. Now, I think the boy from 7 is in the mountains. I we can--" I started, but spotted something in the trees. Alize and Venture saw it too. It was a tribute.