Let The 76th Hunger Games BEGIN!

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    Foxia smiled as she stroked two fingers on her hair. It was really smooth and soft, but it was her hair, so Foxia was used to it. She never did anything to it to make it soft, it was just grown that way. It was how her mother's hair was, except her mother's hair was blonde. She didn't know where her red hair came from, but some people in her District said she had relatives from District Nine, where girls usually had red hair.

    The chestnut haired boy smiled as he gazed upon his handiwork, letting his pale violet eyes lock with Foxia's own cerulean hued ones.


    "Not too shabby, if I do say so myself."


    He said with a gentle smile.

    "I think it's wonderful," said Foxia, smiling back at Linkoln. She didn't move her eyes away from Linkoln's pale violet ones. They were so unreal, so beautiful.. And Foxia's were just a simple blue.

    Linkoln chuckled and flicked some of his messy hair out of his face before looking up at the artificial ivory moon.


    "I know what you're thinking, and no, my eyes are real. My mother. . . actually abused drugs while she was expectant with me, and even though she stopped as soon as she realized I was to be born, it obviously had some effects on me."


    Linkoln said, feeling a bit self-concious.

    Ravel couldn't imagine escaping from the Hunger Games without Karhlia. It just seemed...like they'd been great friends.

    Foxia nodded. "They're so unnatural, and so pretty.." murmured Foxia. She had never seen someone with purple eyes before.

    Ravel brushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and looked back up the artificial sky. She wondered what it really looked like back in District 1.


    {Low low low muse.}

    Karhlia sat up. Luckily, she didn't start coughing. "Thank you." She said



    EXTREME WRITERS BLOCK!

    Ravel looked over at Karhlia. "You still have nothing to be thankful for." She sighed, holding her head in her hands.

    "Let's go fetch some water," said Foxia, standing up. They needed water, since Foxia didn't have any and she wasn't sure if Linkoln did either. She zipped up her backpack and slipped it on.

    Karhlia shook her head, indicating that she thought Ravel was wrong. "I have everything to be thankful for. Everything. Ravel, without you, I wouldn't be here right now, not without you. You don't realize all you've done for me, my family, and my freinds. I am forever in your debt." Karhlia said thankfully.

    Foxia looked up at the fake stars, wishing she could see the real ones from District Twelve.

    "Shh, now isn't the time for speeches." Ravel shushed Karhlia in a comforting way. "You're giving me too much credit, now lay back and sleep." The blonde girl offered. "Anyways, I still refuse to believe that you could ever owe me anything." She laughed lightly.

    Parvati aimed a spear at the rippling square on the force field with all her strength. It didn't reach the gap and there was a sharp zap as the weapon bounced off, a foot beneath her target. The gold spear fell back to the earth, amazingly unscathed. Wow, that's a really great make, Parvati thought.


    Nico started falling asleep from behind the bush, but shook himself awake after a minute. If the Careers caught him spying on them, he was surely dead. Nico wondered what would happen if they did manage to break the force field. Would everyone be immediatly killed from the electrical shock it gave off, or would it have no affect on the tributes at all?

    Ravel sighed at Parvati's failure. "So much for that plan." She moaned. Ravel looked to the sky again, trying to find another solution.


    [Low muse.]

    "There has got to be a way out of here..." Karhlia sighed. Nothing was working, then, it bonged on her. Not literally, metaphorically. She dragged her self up and limped down to the ground in an attempt to grab her knapsack. When she finally reached she stumbled over and toppled onto her badly injured leg. Karhlia groaned in pain and slung the pack onto her back. As much effort as that took, she achieved her goal.

    Foxia slipped her hand into Linkoln's. All she wanted was to get away from these Games. But she couldn't.


    --> low muse. <--

    Linkoln blushed as she held his hand, and the boy continuously rebuked himself for letting such a simple gesture make his face a dark tone of pink. The boy smiled though, and his pale violet eyes blinked slowly as he scooted closer to Foxia.

    Foxia took a water bottle from her backpack and took a sip, then screwed back on the cap. She did it all with one hand so she could keep her other hand by Linkoln. Foxia hoped that the Gamemakers wouldn't do anything to make the Games worse, like sending out another mutt, but those Gamemakers didn't have any cares about the tributes.

    As much pain as Karhlia had just gone through, she managed to climb back up to the top of the Conucopia. She rapidly went through her knapsack and reached for the golden bejeweled trident. It wasn't a coincidense that she got this trident, it was placed in there. It must've been someone from the outside working with the gamemakers.