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[+]`~~Baby,fight like a GIRL~~`[=] Aug 12, 2009 0:33:08 GMT -5

Post by hg1f9 on Aug 12, 2009 0:33:08 GMT -5

Little girl alone on the playground
Tired of gettin' teased and gettin' pushed around
Wishin' she was invisible
To them

        She ran home cryin'
        "Why do they hate me?"
        And Mama wiped the tears and said
        "Baby, you're brave and you're beautiful."

                      So, hold your head high.
                      Don't ever let 'em define
                      The light in your eyes.
                      Love yourself, give them Hell.
                      You can take on this world.
                      You just stand and be strong
                      And then

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FIGHT LIKE A GIRL[/i][/size][/color][/color]

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Beginning of Day One-bring it on[/size][/u]

Shayanne was ready.Ready for the Games,ready to take on her fellow competitors,ready to go back home.She silently wondered what the Capitol thought of her right now,the lonely little girl from the District of Hunters,the one that got a nice training score but no one really cared about anyways.It was one of those wonderful facts of life that the higher someone was,the harder they would fall.As Shayanne was not a Career,and not completely out of her mind,she would not fall hard.In a Career's eyes,a loss would be the complete end of the world.In Shayanne's eyes however,losing would be just a stroke of bad luck.Shayanne had lost so much in her life.Her father had commited suicide,and then not long ago her brother was killed.

Shayanne did not have to die in these games.She had already died a little when she lost the one and only thing that made her life worth living.

Her brother had been her rock,the only person that kept her sane.Her mother was hardly ever pleasant,and Shayanne could not even hardly say that she loved her.The woman's name was Sarah,and it seemed that her one goal in life was to sit around the house and be cared for.She was not mentally unstable(although Shayanne used that as an excuse for her laziness),she was not disabled or unhealthy in any way.She wasn't even that old.Sarah always had someone doing everything for her,and that's the way it always was when Shayanne was growing up.Normal childhood for Shayanne? Nah.She would always be out with her brother hunting,when she was able to start learning.Her brother made it enjoyable,he taught her everything.She had loved him more then anything,and then he was snatched away from her,right out of her fingertips.

It was not long ago that he left either.Shayanne liked to think that he had only gone on a hunting trip,and he would be back soon,just like any small child would believe.She knew it was a lie,and yet she told herself this that year that he was gone.He would be back,and when she came back from the Games,he would be so proud.His name was Bret,and he had always been laughing.If Shayanne got up in the morning with a bad hair day,he would make some stupid joke about it and she would always childishly laugh loud and hard.She loved him so much.

Shayanne was going to win these Games for him.But not only him.Not many weeks ago,she had encountered a boy in the woods.His name was Mark Kane.As Shayanne was sprinting away from the bloodbath,thoughts of her brother and thoughts of the day that she met Mark drove her to go faster.She could recall that day easily in her mind,and she used that as power as she sprinted full force into the dense foliage around her.She and Mark had been arguing over a deer.

"That deer was going to be mine.I've been following it for a while now,"she said,oblivious at the time that she was arguing with her future boyfriend.

"I got it first, so it's mine, I say, and if you want to fight about it you'll lose."Being the stubborn girl that she was,Shayanne completely denied that she would lose.

"How are you so sure?"Shayanne could remember her tone of voice.It was playful,joking,and yet she was deadly serious and demanded respect for her hidden talents.

"I'm sure I can win, because I could cut your arrow out of the air with my scythe, then behead you, but because you worked hard you can have it. If the whole world worked like that.We wouldn't have to fight over game."By the sound of his voice,he had been completely sure that he could kill her if he wanted to.Nonetheless,he had been a gentleman and given her the deer.Shayanne was stubborn though.[/b]Although he had given up the deer,she was sure that if they fought,she would win.She had not given up that argument.

"But what if I was fast?You don't know me.How long I've been hunting."Shayanne was fast.Her brother would laugh and tell her that she could race lightning and win,if she tried.

With that,they had begun a mock fight.He would not actually fight a girl,and she would not actually hurt him.Somehow,in some miracle moment,he had asked to walk her home.She was definitely done hunting for that day,with a large deer as her prize.She had agreed,and somehow on that walk home she had kissed him.Why she had done it,she still didn't know.[/i]

Happy moments like that were few and far between in Shayanne's life.In her Fifteen years,she had probably only been happy when she was around her brother,or those times that she had seen Mark.She craved more of those moments.Every tiny bit of happiness that she had ever felt made Shayanne run faster,think faster,and be light on her feet as she ran through that forest.Adrenaline was pumping through her veins at incredible speed,and all she could do right then was smile.This is me, people of the Capitol.This is me,my fellow tributes.I am going to win.[/b]

Shayanne was aware of everything around her,as she submerged herself in her thoughts again.

"Any useful tips?

''Well, I only said that because you know everything you need. I could say find a source of fresh water first, or stay away from the Cornucopia but you know that already. I just meant I want you to be safe."

Shayanne had her water.She had gotten a fair enough size jug of it at the Cornucopia.For this she was extremely thankful,because she had not seen any amount of water nearby.Only the cold snow,and of course there was the lake.Judging upon the temperature,it was probably frozen solid,so no hope there.She could not eat the snow,because she would become even colder.She could maybe melt it,but it was much to early in the Games to be doing that.If she lit a fire,three tributes would be on her like nobody's business,and although she could probably kill them easily with a bow and arrows,she only had one knife and she could not take the chance of losing it.Her knife was her source of food,and she would need it.She could last longer without food however.Water was the problem.When she ran out of that,she would need to find more.Thankfully,it was not warm whatsoever,and she was not sweating very much.If she started sweating,she would need more water.

Shayanne had gotten away from the Cornucopia.[/b]Growing up,she had never been the luckiest of people,and she half expected to be one of the people to die in the beginning,taken out by a competitor when she went for an item.Tributes could not always help it.No matter how hard they fought,how swift they ran,they could be killed at the hell-hole that was the Cornucopia.Careers would hunt you down,and even some of those who were not professionally trained would kill.The more tributes killed in their eyes,the better.If the Arena had not looked so daunting,Shayanne would have not even looked at the items and bolted away without question.However,because the Arena was amazingly cold and horrible,she would need something to survive.She had thankfully pulled out a knife and that jug of water.[/b]It would have been nice to get a blanket or a jacket or anything to keep her warm,but that was a luxury that she would give away,if the cost was her life.

As for her safety,Shayanne could not guarantee anything.A tribute could jump from a tree and kill her in five seconds.In the Arena,nothing was for certain.She could be dead tonight.Immediately,Shayanne shut that thought out of her mind and continued on through the forest,just getting as far away from that damned hell-hole as possible.Like a cat,she was silent.Growing up in the District of Hunters,it was impossible not to know how to be silent while running.She did not make any noise as she ran,flawlessly moving as she ran even farther into the forest.Every few minutes she came across an animal that was adapted to the snow,so that was a good sign.Food would not be a problem-she could throw a knife like a professional,heck.She was a professional.She could deal with the water for a while,as well.

Shayanne would win these Games.No doubts,no thoughts of dying.She was going to win for them.Not for herself.[/b]

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Last Edit: Aug 12, 2009 2:15:16 GMT -5 by hg1f9

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[+]`~~Baby,fight like a GIRL~~`[=] Aug 13, 2009 17:01:46 GMT -5

Post by hg1f9 on Aug 13, 2009 17:01:46 GMT -5

"And it's more like,let's all try to forget when we were at the mercy of sadistic spawns of Satan in a place that's a total,hellish abomination and ought to be firebombed.Yeah,more like that."

--From Maximum Ride-The Angel Experiment by James Patterson

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Middle of Day One-

[/font]The Games have begun,little sister.[/b][/size][/u]

Oddly enough,[/b]being in the games almost felt normal to Shayanne.For a girl who spent endless days in the forest,it was no problem to make her way through it now.She was thankful now,for living in the District of Hunters.It was really the one thing that made her different from all of the Careers who everyone would bet on.Careers trained almost all of their lives for these Games.They learned how to use weapons,they became physically fit,they learned how to outsmart people,and they usually always had someone telling them what to do,how to train.Shayanne was probably one of those tributes that no one actually believed would win,just because she was constantly being overlooked and she was not doing anything overly exciting at the present moment.

Shayanne was unlike the Careers.She had grown up maybe in a similar environment to them-she learned how to use weapons at an early age,she was extremely fit,and her years of observing people made her quick to outsmart others.The only thing that actually differed,it seemed,was the fact that Shayanne never actually had someone telling her what to do.Sure,she had her brother there with her,but when she first used a bow or threw a knife,he showed her how to do it,then he let her learn by herself.He never gave her any tips,never told her how to do it better.She learned mostly by herself.Bret may have been there hunting with her,but it was not him that had perfected the skills.He was not the one who observed people so well.He was not the one who made a point to run some every day to keep fit.That is why she was different from the Careers.Although she had perfected the same skills,became just as fit,just as deadly-she was the one who could think by herself.For the last year,and even before that,she made her own decisions,supported her mother,supported herself.She didn't constantly have people waiting on her and telling her what to do.

Frankly,Shayanne would not be good at that anyways.[/b]She was not good at following orders,and when given an order by someone else,she would not reply pleasantly,let alone would she actually follow the order.It was her way,or no way.Teamwork? Not possible.Shayanne made her own decisions,and she made the right decisions.So right then,as she walked through the forest,she decided not to take a sip of water.Her body automatically thirsted for it,even though she did not need it yet.She was not dehydrated,it had not been too long since she had bolted away from the Cornucopia.Shayanne tilted her head backwards and peered up at the sky,judging the time to be around noon.It was hard,because the sun was hardly visible from the cloud cover.Obviously the Gamemakers would keep the clouds,because if the snow melted,their precious tributes would not be completely miserable,and of course that would be a disaster.

Shayanne was not very cold though.She had the jacket she was given,and if she kept moving,she would be warmer.In the winters back in District Nine,snow was not uncommon.She had faced worse then this before,while hunting.This was the very beginning of the Games anyways.If she looked like she was suffering,she would be shunned by the Capitol people.She wouldn't recieve any sponsors,and she would die within a few days.Right now,the only way she was probably getting any sponsors was because she had a pretty face.God knows that the Capitol people were very judgemental of looks.Thankfully,this benefited Shayanne.She had long blonde hair that fell to the small of her back in elegant,spiraling curls.Her eyes were large and the color of bright green,and captivating.Shayanne never really thought of herself as pretty,but she never really cared until now.If she was pretty,she could stay alive longer.

She would need more then just a pretty face though,and she knew it.[/b]Shayanne needed some way to show to the Capitol that she could survive,that she should stay alive because she offered for some good entertainment.If she got to the end,she would not dissapoint.She had to be convincing as well.What better way then to hunt down a fellow tribute and kill them?The only question was,who exactly would that be?

Certainly not one of the Careers or any of the tributes who had scored a nice training score.When it came down to the end and she was there(and she was going to be there),she was going to give them the fight of their lives,and even if she died,she wanted everyone to know who they were dealing with.She was not going to keel over and die.She was going to fight,and just for the entertainment of the Capitol-have a smile on her face the whole entire time.In the beginning,she would have to take out some weaker links.Someone was going to do it no matter what,so she might as well earn some sponsors while she did it.It was time they saw her full potential.Shayanne had never been one for the spotlight,but it was going to feel damn good when she came out and surprised everyone.

Right then,[/b]all Shayanne could do was keep running.While she was going to start being a predator,she had to keep in mind that some still thought of her as prey.The farther away she got,the better.Career tributes were definitely not going to sit there and watch the Games go by.They were going to hunt the weaker ones as well.While Shayanne was not one of the weaker ones,none of the tributes probably considered her a threat.She was just forgotten,a fly on the wall who wasn't really in the Games and could be dealt with later.

Oh,just wait.Shayanne was a hunter-except this time the prey would be different.[/b][/i]

With that thought,Shayanne looked up at the cloudy sky and smirked.Who she was smirking at,she was not sure.The Capitol probably didn't care enough to turn a camera towards her,but maybe she was being shown.

The question still remained-who would be her prey?[/b]

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Last Edit: Aug 13, 2009 19:27:50 GMT -5 by hg1f9

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[+]`~~Baby,fight like a GIRL~~`[=] Aug 14, 2009 16:17:39 GMT -5

Post by hg1f9 on Aug 14, 2009 16:17:39 GMT -5

All men dream, but not equally.

[/b]Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

--Thomas E. Lawrence[/color]

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End of Day One-
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Night was always a danger,in the Hunger Games.[/b] Career tributes often wandered the Arena,searching for random tributes while they were unexpectedly sleeping.What a nice thought..Shayanne thought to herself as she walked.Her stomach growled,because even she was used to having a small meal before she slept.Silently,she told herself that she was not starving,she was just hungry.Her main goal was to get as far away from the Cornucopia as possible,and she had done that.Right now,she just had to find a nice place to sleep.The snow didn't look inviting whatsoever,and she would just freeze if she slept in it.She could climb a tree easily,but then if she fell out she was as good as dead,and even if she survived the fall,one of the Career tributes would notice the noise.Heck,even a weaker tribute who was quick enough could be on her in seconds if she fell,and she would still be sleepy and well-dead.She had nothing to keep herself in a tree,so she would probably have to take her chances with the snow.There were pine needles everywhere,and they covered some of the snow,so maybe it wouldn't be so cold.

Suddenly it struck here-pine needles or no pine needles-that anyone who wanted to track her could just follow her tracks in the snow.While the pine needles provided some cover,it was obvious what way she had been heading.Shayanne silently cursed herself for not covering up these prints,and decided it was best to not sleep out in the open.In this special case,maybe a tree would be safer.Shayanne looked around for one that had some low branches for her to lift herself up,but found none.That was the disadvantage of having solely evergreen trees in the forest.While they were not impossible to climb,she would have to climb part-way up the trunk before she got close to a branch,and that would take some time.There was still the danger of falling,as well.

Shayanne got the answer to her problem as she looked around.[/b]There was a tree not far away,and it's roots had formed a hole at the bottom of the large pine.Before she walked towards it,she put her jug of water in her other hand,picked up an old fallen branch and then walked backwards.As she walked,she wiped away her tracks to make sure that no one followed her right to her hiding spot for the night.As long as no one was following her-or they looked inside the hole-she would not be found.She set her broken branch to the side and observed the hole for a moment.It would be a tight squeeze to sleep-it wasn't as if she had a ton of room,but it was fairly dry and there wasn't any snow inside of it,just good old dirt.Shayanne lowered herself to the ground and pushed herself in just as the anthem started to play loudly overhead.

Shayanne did not know who had died,or even how many.She did not pay attention to any cannons going off,and frankly she was too busy running away to notice.The only thing she had been paying attention to was the pattern of her breathing and where she would take her next step.Not to mention,she was thinking of her brother and trying to sort out a strategy.Her thoughts had run wild during that time,and although she probably heard cannons go off,she was not sure of the number.Three? It definitely had to be more then that.The bloodbath was never a pretty sight.There could be as many as ten out there near the Cornucopia.

Curiously,Shayanne looked up at the sky.[/b]Surprisingly,she first saw the face of her fellow District Nine tribute,Hunter Roco.The boy was several years younger then her,and she almost,almost felt bad because he was only a mere thirteen years old.Shayanne then had to remin herself that she was only two years older then the boy.He was very average,and she never really considered him an opponent anyways.He had gotten a lower training score then her(there were only a few who had,almost all of which were obviously Careers) and she had no doubt in her mind that she could beat him if they fought.No-she had no doubt in her mind that she could beat anyone that she fought.That was exactly why tomorrow morning,she had to get up,go hunting,and maybe kill a tribute.Totally normal.

The others were ones that made no impression on her at all.Two she did not know the names of-the male from District Two,and the female from District Six.Others that were dead were the male from District Seven-Blaze was his name.Shayanne found that to be an odd name,but she ignored it and payed attention to the sky.There was also Orerevor,the male from District Eight,and Siera,the female from District Twelve.Shayanne smirked-there was almost always a tribute from District Twelve who died at the Cornucopia.

Sadly,Shayanne pulled herself back into her hiding place,unhappy that none of her actual threats had been taken out.The ones that she considered threats were obvious-the Careers,including that weak-but-really-not girl Arcadia.Shayanne had seen her in training-she looked like she could be the weakest one there.Oh,but there was a reason she was a Career,and there was a reason she volunteered.She was obviously smart,strong,and deadly.Shayanne was not fazed by this. If a Career was born training,so was Shayanne.If they were smart,so was Shayanne.If they actually knew the meaning of pain-Shayanne knew that more then anything.She was just as deadly,and unlike them,she had a better reason to win.Her brother was probably someplace watching her(despite the fact that he was dead) and cheering her on the whole time.She had her boyfriend back in District Nine who had told her to come back safely.Shoot,even her mother had cried when she left,so she could even count her in too..not that Shayanne cared about what her mother thought.Nonetheless,she had people rooting for her,and Shayanne was never the type of person to disappoint.

It seemed that Shayanne was never actually going to fall asleep.With thoughts of tomorrow in her head,she tried to think that she was back in District Nine,but she failed.She tried to relax and loosen her muscles,but it felt like they were only becoming more tense.She tried to close her eyes,but she wouldn't dare.It took almost two hours for her to gently close her eyes and relax,and even when she finally fell asleep,she was half-conscious.She might have to get up instantly,at any time.

Shayanne had dreams of home.[/b]

[[OOC:Moved to Gory's thread]]
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Last Edit: Aug 16, 2009 14:00:50 GMT -5 by hg1f9