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I love the ocean Jun 11, 2012 4:49:59 GMT -5

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Post by Snakebird on Jun 11, 2012 4:49:59 GMT -5

I survived the first day, an achievement that seven of the other tributes failed to accomplish. It's no surprise, seeing as I am much better than all of them. I am equipped to survive, and they are equipped to fail. Sucks to suck. My arm still hurts, and the small amount of first aid that we did wasn't enough to completely help it. The gash on my stomach has scabbed over, and it's kind of annoying. It itches, but I know that it's healing. I still want to tear it off. I can't wait to let the saltwater of the ocean get at it. It stings, but it helps the cut. That's what someone told me anyway.

Stark and I had walked for a while during the night, and as we got further and further along, something occurred to me. I was Stark's bitch. Shit. I am the master sexy god of awesomeness. Stark should be my bitch, not the other way around. I know that in my weakened state, she could kill me, so I don't say anything. It angers me, knowing that my life is at her disposal, and that I'm her dispensable ally. Hopefully my seductive prowess will woo her into a sense of false security. Then I can get her to be my bitch.

We near the ocean, and I run ahead, splashing around in the water. My cuts burn, but it doesn't matter. I feel good, and then my shorts start to get wet. Crap. I run back out of the ocean, trying not to get hit by a wave. When I reach the shore, I kick off my boots, then remove my wet socks. I put them in my satchel, then sling it off of my shoulder. My shorts are getting in the way, so I take them off, along with my shirt. I stand there with my hat and boxers for a while, staring at Stark, before I run back into the water. ”Come on Stark, we're going swimming!” I shout, waving at her.”Oh, and you don't need any clothes!”

I swim out into the water, warm liquid on all sides. The water is clear for a bit, and I can see all sorts of fish and stuff. In the distance, I see a dot, and kick my legs, adding a bit of speed.[/blockquote][/color] (Dante flees thread)

Last Edit: Jun 11, 2012 4:50:25 GMT -5 by Snakebird

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I love the ocean Jun 11, 2012 9:43:04 GMT -5

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Post by aya on Jun 11, 2012 9:43:04 GMT -5

Cut me down like the trees
Like the lumber or weeds
Drag me out of the sea
And then teach me to breathe

Stark Harper —

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As he disrobed and insisted that they were going swimming, Stark stared at her near-naked ally in revulsion, briefly wondering why she had picked Dante of all people to be her bitch. He was revolting and inherently vulgar, the sort of people that Stark went out of her way to avoid back in District One. But on the other hand, he was — to put it bluntly — an idiot. He thought highly of himself, but it was quite apparent that he was nothing more than a giant meathead that was crashing through the arena with absolutely no idea what he was doing.

"You're going to get eaten by a kraken," she informed him, "and I'm not saving your ass when you turn into a damsel in distress. So don't go splashing around like a little girl, Princess, or you're going to be something's lunch." Stark chose to ignore the line about her not needing any clothes for both of their sakes; that would only end in blood, and while she was sure that she could take him — especially considering his still-healing wounds — she'd made him her bitch for a reason; she didn't need an ally, but she wanted one. From a strategic point of view, they were quite useful.

Calling to mind the armored sharks from the 55th Games, Stark was uneasy about heading out into the open ocean, but she could spot a sunken pirate ship out in the distance, which looked surprisingly inviting. She reasoned that it might contain some sort of buried treasure, which interested her enough to make the swim out to it. Besides, she might run into the District Fours, since they were likely the only other tributes who would willingly make the long swim out to the partially-sunken ship. This time, she had Cyclops with her, so she wouldn't have to strategically end the fight by moving to a different location, the way that she had during the bloodbath.

Ignoring Dante's insistence and leaving her clothes on — save for her boots, which she had removed as soon as possible the previous day — Stark waded out, wielding a harpoon and a scowl, until the water reached her chest. With a deep breath that could've easily been a heavy sigh, she stepped out of her comfort zone, allowing her feet to lose the bottom of the ocean as she propelled herself away from the shore.

[ooc - can't flee a thread til we've posted a new one, not that anyone's around in the area to attack us anyhow. Onward to the pirate ship for our fight!]

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