Winter grabbed a the darts. Her best weapon. She aimed with the mouth piece. It hit the arm. Next a deadly shot to the head and chest. Although these weren't poison darts, the ones in the arena would be, they could kill within seconds. She aimed another at the throat, hitting right in the centre. She smiled. Shooting darts was easy. They weren't hand darts, they were air blown, with a mouth piece. She felt better knowing a weapon she could use. She hit a dart right where a person's eye would be. She tried a tuck and roll then a shot, hitting the leg while she was still on one knee.
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Winter looked at the careers. A snarl formed on her face."You have no right to be picking on tributes before the games!" She spat at them.
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Winter turned from the careers. She angrily jabbed knives into the dummies.Stupid careers, always thinking they're superior.
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Winter headed to her room, plastered with sweat. She got into the shower and washed off. She put on a night gown after her long day of training. She flopped down on her bed and boredly flicked the lamp on and off.
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Winter thought. Losing the other tributes. How could she kill them. She was fighting to get home. She would have to kill, and she would never forget it. But the odds of her winning were about a thousand to one. She needed alliances, but that would mean having to kill them later on. Why did everything have t be hard. She needed to get back to district 10. To help her parents run the farm, and to help her dad with his illness. But she knew she would die in there. She buried her head in her pillow and began to cry.
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[color=rgb(61, 128, 134)]Username:Heart~Of~A~Canuck[/color][color=rgb(61, 128, 134)]
Character Name:Owen Helefern
Age:16
Gender:male
Appearance:
District:5
Token:
How many names were put in?:27
Best Ability: moving quickly
Best Weapon:daggers
Career?:no
Crush:Parvati
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ooc: time skip to morning?
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Winter woke and got dressed in this:(sorry hate explaining things)

Winter hurried to breakfast and sat down, brushing the side bangs from her face. She struggled a weak smile at the others but then gave up trying. It was obvious she wasn't very bright today. -
She ate her breakfast and looked at Kyle."Hi." she said.
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"So, what do you think you'll get for your score?" she asked blankly.
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Winter picked at her food. She sighed. "I don't want to win the games." She blurted out.
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Winter nodded."Then I guess I'm going to die." She said.
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Winter got up and got suited up for training. She started wondering what she would do for the Game Makers. Darts were her specialty, maybe some camouflage too.
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Winter began practice with camouflage.
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Featherdrift was soaked to the bone. Her silver tabby pelt just a mass of dark gray wetness. She shivered but ran for cover. She jumped when lightning struck a tree two foxlengths away from her. She wailed.
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Featherdrift accidentally bumped into Swiftclaw in the dark. A clap uf thunder sounded through the air and lightning illuminated the sky."Oh I'm so sorry." she tried to meow above the thunder.
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Featherdrift accidentally bumped into Swiftclaw in the dark. A clap uf thunder sounded through the air and lightning illuminated the sky."Oh I'm so sorry." she tried to meow above the thunder. -
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Featherdrift ran through the trees. Lightning struck everywhere. She crashed into Shadow."Oh sorry."
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Featherdrift yowled as lightning severed the tip of her tail. It smoked but was relieved by the rain. She ran. Looking for someone to help her.
ooc: could someone rp with me?
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