The Fire Games. May The Odds Be Never In Your Favor. -- roleplay --

Blake Wormald-District 12

I'm glad with how smoothly my muscles respond as I climb into a tree, seeing a tribute, but ignoring her. Bella, I think her name was.

Bella heard something rustle in the trees. She looked up and was surprised to see a tribute a little ways away from her. She held a knife in her hand but froze, not wanting to move and get hurt.

Blake Wormald-District 12

"I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me," I call.

Bella nodded and tentatively took a couple steps forward. "I'm Bella, from District 11."

"Blake Wormald, District 12," I say, jumping down from the branch.

Bella nodded. She bit her lip for a second, thinking. Then she looked back up at Blake. "Since, we're not going o hurt each other... Allies?"

"Okay," I say, feeling a good vibe about Bella. "Allies."

Bella smiled slightly. "Cool. What did you grab from the Cornucopia?"

"I haven't checked yet," I say, showing her my pack. "You?"

"An apple, a sleeping bag, some rope, and an empty water bottle." Bella answered, counting the items off on her fingers.

"Okay." I jump back up to my branch. "Do you want to come up?"

"Sure." Bella climbed up into a branch next to his.

I smile slightly.

"Do you have a strategy?" Bella looked at him.

"Other then stay alive?" I joke. "Uh, stay up in the trees so I can get good shooting range."

Bella smiled slightly. "Staying alive sounds pretty good. I was going to stay hidden and let everyone else do the killing."

I smile. "Good strategy."

"Being quiet is what I'm good at." Bella shrugged.

"I can, I suppose."

"I guess being quiet isn't good all the time, though." Bella said.