Where is everyone?
Amy looked up to see the force-field disintegrating. She ran out of the cornucopia, she couldn’t see anyone. Thankfully that last capitol man was still unconscious. Amy looked back over to the forest trying to see Sherlock, or anyone. Amy was not struggling on her ankle, she balanced on one foot looking around. She picked up a sword from the floor next to one of the dead tributes and rested against it in the ground.
Where is everyone?
Amy looked up to see the force-field disintegrating. She ran out of the cornucopia, she couldn’t see anyone. Thankfully that last capitol man was still unconscious. Amy looked back over to the forest trying to see Sherlock, or anyone. Amy was not struggling on her ankle, she balanced on one foot looking around. She picked up a sword from the floor next to one of the dead tributes and rested against it in the ground.
Why did this have to happen.
Amy lay on her back on the bed staring at the ceiling. She was trying to think of a plan and in a momentary lapse of thinking, she lay one of her hands on her stomach.
training days || open rp for Time for the Games
Training wasn’t exactly something Rose enjoyed. She wasn’t particularly talented at anything and watching the others use swords and bows intimidated her. Some of these weapons she could use fairly well but there was at least one other person would could use it ten times better. Yes she was good with a gun and got a bronze in gymnastics, but in this particular situation, they weren’t going to help.
Like this would help?
Amy found herself being pushed through the doors. She fell into the room and looked up. “Matty?”
‘Well this is fantastic’ (open rp)
He wasn’t sure, if he wanted to and to be honest he couldn’t understand some humans with they’re craziness for this sort of thing, after 2 minutes he immediately turned the TV off and grumbled under his breath.
This is going well…
Amy sat in her room on the bed. She curled her legs up and looked at the TV screen at the end at of the bed. She was watching the past video’s of the hunger games and it was making her sick.
Training.
Amy was lead down a corridor to a room, apparently for training, she would be paired with a different amount of tributes each day to a certain amount of time limits. Amy opened the door and walked in looking around to see which tributes she was training with today.
Training for the Hunger Games
None of the other tributes had turned up for training in the room Sexy was in as of yet so she was fighting against simulations. At first she was reluctant to fight back - she didn’t want to give this Capitol the satisfaction. But when she realised the simulations could harm her, she realised she had to.
