footnote | dyno | day one

Finding the others was proving to be much more difficult. Alone once more, he's set off into the arena looking for the others. Soft running water is enough for him to follow the water's path. Feet lightly in the shallowest part of the stream he's found, he's stepping with carefully steps towards the southern part of the arena. Another footnote on his travel looking for the others. Pain-In-The-Ass still twinkles behind him, finally getting the notice of staying at least a certain number of feet away before he'd swat for the little creature. In a way, he's kind of glad to not be alone. His sister would love the ever-living shit out of Pain-In-The-Ass. A sigh falls from his lips as he begrudgingly continues.

Alone, he looks through the waters to see his own reflection muddled in the current. There's no injuries on him. Easy enough to recognize the features of his own face, he desperately wants to write in his journal, but there's no time to do so. With nothing but water and the eerie peaceful silence, he stays heading forward. The ink of his pages keep going as he keeps pushing on. His voice is very quiet as he speaks to himself. "Next time, I'll kill whoever I find." A pause as he thinks to himself. "Now where are the others. They can't be too far. Bloodbath has to have ended already." No cannons had gone off signifying the deaths. Was there no blood? The capitol would be disappointed.

A glittering shines across the way. His eyes follow the light until it reaches the shape of a spear just sticking straight out of the ground. Approaching with a bit of ease, he lifts the weapon out of the ground, swinging it once before sighing. It's not perfection, but it's useful in a pinch. It'll have to do for now. Finding the others was what's important now. Continuing on with the weapon, he sets out for the next area. The others had to be somewhere.