Overkill <Archer~Arbor> [Finished]
Feb 13, 2010 16:59:07 GMT -5
Post by Quint on Feb 13, 2010 16:59:07 GMT -5
Archer Fields[/u]
Day One~~The Lake
Archer was scared. As was everyone else. Who wasn’t? They were all placed in a game of death. A test of whether they were strong enough. Willing to kill and mentally stealthy enough to outwit 23 other tributes.
So they had escaped and made it out of the Cornucopia safely. And in the process of doing so, he had already killed one tribute. The male from District 7. Roy Hawk or something? He didn’t remember the name at the moment. Archer wasn’t cruel. Not at all. Perhaps not the strongest tribute, but not the weakest. Though, he had to admit, killing the boy had changed him. Like a surging, oh he didn’t know how to put it...pleasure? No, that was sick.
Soon, he brought himself back to reality. To the tributes, this was torture, a test between life and death, but to the Capitol, this was a game. A T.V. show. And if he was to win, he’d have to put up a good show. Yes, that was it, a good show.
He turned to Arbor, who was leaning squatting down against a small boulder of snow at the end of the clearing. They were close to the lake at the moment. The rest of the alliance had agreed to meet up later in the Games. Expansion was what they needed in this game. The first group of Zinnia, Ailia, and Jeremy would head around the west side of the Arena while Archer and Arbor, the second group, would go around east. Eventually, they’d find each other and group up again to get rid of the rest of the competition. Though they didn’t even expect the mountain in the Arena. Nope, that wasn’t even part of the plan. But he did suppose he could make some use of the mountain. Some use...
Archer watched from a distance, noticing a boy setting up his camp. At first, confusion set upon him on who this mason was, but it was then when he recalled that this was Zinnia’s district counterpart. Being from District 1, the boy should’ve been smarter to head somewhere else. The lake was open, clearly open to any attackers. But then again, Archer and Arbor weren’t too far from the lake either. The boy from District One appeared to have a cleaver. The only weapons they had were Archer’s pickaxe, a hatchet, and then Arbor’s dagger and hunting knife.
Should they attack? Or should they hide while they could? If they got him out of the way right now, it’d be one less tribute that they had to worry about. And with Arbor on board, it might be hard. But then, a thought hit him. If Archer, who had hated everyone before he was reaped, had given in and felt sympathy towards his blind ally, could Arbor somehow make this boy feel sorry for him as well? Making the boy too sorry to attack at all, or at least hesitate for a moment, giving Archer time to attack from behind, perhaps?
“There’s a boy out there, he’s setting up camp. Should we get rid of him?” he whispered to Arbor. He crawled on over to his ally and kneeled beside him. “There’s a possibility that he could be an easy kill at this point, but there’s his cleaver to worry about. And then again, there could always be others watching. If we were to attack him, we’d have to do it quickly and quietly.”
Looking back at the other boy, Archer calculated the distance, they were a good 40 feet from him. Easily concealed behind the clump of snow, Archer and Arbor kept quiet. Archer looked at Arbor’s eyes, pondering at the fact that his partner was blind. He could tell that he thinking, looking into the option of attacking this newcomer by the lake. “Maybe we could break the ice somehow? Break the lake and have him drown?” Archer added. “Wait, but no,” he dismissed. “We’re going to have to take his supplies; that cleaver will come in handy. What do you think?”
While waiting for Arbor’s answer, he peered forward, slowly rubbing the pickaxe against the snow. He was about to turn back when he noticed a girl slide across the frozen lake. She wasn’t spotted by the boy however, though both of them seemed to be unaware that they were being watched by both Archer and Arbor. Sighing, Archer sunk down and took off his black jacket. It was quite smart of the Gamemakers to add in black jackets in a frosty white setting. It would attract the tributes to each other, thus making everyone easier to see. He cupped up some snow and patted it over his clothes. Hopefully this would cover him up enough to be safe in this frozen clearing. If not, at least he’d look good as he rotted to death.
And with that happy thought, he rubbed his knuckles together, waiting for Arbor’s answer.
[/color][/center]So they had escaped and made it out of the Cornucopia safely. And in the process of doing so, he had already killed one tribute. The male from District 7. Roy Hawk or something? He didn’t remember the name at the moment. Archer wasn’t cruel. Not at all. Perhaps not the strongest tribute, but not the weakest. Though, he had to admit, killing the boy had changed him. Like a surging, oh he didn’t know how to put it...pleasure? No, that was sick.
Soon, he brought himself back to reality. To the tributes, this was torture, a test between life and death, but to the Capitol, this was a game. A T.V. show. And if he was to win, he’d have to put up a good show. Yes, that was it, a good show.
He turned to Arbor, who was leaning squatting down against a small boulder of snow at the end of the clearing. They were close to the lake at the moment. The rest of the alliance had agreed to meet up later in the Games. Expansion was what they needed in this game. The first group of Zinnia, Ailia, and Jeremy would head around the west side of the Arena while Archer and Arbor, the second group, would go around east. Eventually, they’d find each other and group up again to get rid of the rest of the competition. Though they didn’t even expect the mountain in the Arena. Nope, that wasn’t even part of the plan. But he did suppose he could make some use of the mountain. Some use...
Archer watched from a distance, noticing a boy setting up his camp. At first, confusion set upon him on who this mason was, but it was then when he recalled that this was Zinnia’s district counterpart. Being from District 1, the boy should’ve been smarter to head somewhere else. The lake was open, clearly open to any attackers. But then again, Archer and Arbor weren’t too far from the lake either. The boy from District One appeared to have a cleaver. The only weapons they had were Archer’s pickaxe, a hatchet, and then Arbor’s dagger and hunting knife.
Should they attack? Or should they hide while they could? If they got him out of the way right now, it’d be one less tribute that they had to worry about. And with Arbor on board, it might be hard. But then, a thought hit him. If Archer, who had hated everyone before he was reaped, had given in and felt sympathy towards his blind ally, could Arbor somehow make this boy feel sorry for him as well? Making the boy too sorry to attack at all, or at least hesitate for a moment, giving Archer time to attack from behind, perhaps?
“There’s a boy out there, he’s setting up camp. Should we get rid of him?” he whispered to Arbor. He crawled on over to his ally and kneeled beside him. “There’s a possibility that he could be an easy kill at this point, but there’s his cleaver to worry about. And then again, there could always be others watching. If we were to attack him, we’d have to do it quickly and quietly.”
Looking back at the other boy, Archer calculated the distance, they were a good 40 feet from him. Easily concealed behind the clump of snow, Archer and Arbor kept quiet. Archer looked at Arbor’s eyes, pondering at the fact that his partner was blind. He could tell that he thinking, looking into the option of attacking this newcomer by the lake. “Maybe we could break the ice somehow? Break the lake and have him drown?” Archer added. “Wait, but no,” he dismissed. “We’re going to have to take his supplies; that cleaver will come in handy. What do you think?”
While waiting for Arbor’s answer, he peered forward, slowly rubbing the pickaxe against the snow. He was about to turn back when he noticed a girl slide across the frozen lake. She wasn’t spotted by the boy however, though both of them seemed to be unaware that they were being watched by both Archer and Arbor. Sighing, Archer sunk down and took off his black jacket. It was quite smart of the Gamemakers to add in black jackets in a frosty white setting. It would attract the tributes to each other, thus making everyone easier to see. He cupped up some snow and patted it over his clothes. Hopefully this would cover him up enough to be safe in this frozen clearing. If not, at least he’d look good as he rotted to death.
And with that happy thought, he rubbed his knuckles together, waiting for Arbor’s answer.
