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  • The 145th HungerGames *Starting in tubes*

    Octavia stood high up in a tree watching all this go on. After a while she dared to aim an arrow at Culver's head. She wasn't the best at shooting, but she could aim. Octavia's heart started to beat a mile a minute, and she breath out, and let go of the string.


    45/50
    (Where can she hit him? Or miss?)


    Mason lay down on the sand. He set his pickings onto a large rock. A bag of food, a harpoon, and a knife. He got up and limped over to the end of the rock and dug a 3 foot deep hole and buried his food in it. He marked the spot with 3 sea shells. He grabbed his harpoon and walked into the salty water and sat still in watch for fish. He may not have been from District 4, but he was good at fishing. Mason's eyes flit over to a foot long fish. He throws his harpoon at it. He grins as the water around the harpoon stain with blood. He picks his harpoon back up, a fish stuck in it's areohead.


    45/50
    (PLEASE. I need an alliance!)