Rallying Point(Semper, closed)

So, basically, the idea was that people would be on a total of one island per day, not switch islands once per day, as I notice some people have been doing. That said, you and everyone else on this thread will be expected to remain on this island for the next day. I understand that I didn't clarify well, so I apologize. But you weren't actually supposed to change islands. You may, however, RP in the Open Water board at any time.

Even though it was a long way to paddle with only his hands, Semper was just glad to be away from the bloodbath. No wonder they had named it "the bloodbath". It drove people to the brink of insanity as they severed limbs, stabbed, and gashed one another. No person, no matter what age, should ever be forced to experience that -- especially the young children. No wonder the victors never spoke about their experiences in the Games whenever they went back home.

The feeling of a terrible stinging sensation on his arm brought Semper back to reality, clasping his other hand over the wound on his forearm. Grinding his teeth, he looked around, spotting the island he was supposed to go to. 'I need to get there,' he thought. 'Ree's there.' Taking his hand off his wound, he began paddling again to bring the raft closer and closer to the island, eventually reaching it.

As soon as it washed up on the sand, Semper paused a moment to catch his breath before getting out of it and pulling the raft the rest of the way up so he was sure it wouldn't be carried back out to sea, then took off his life vest and put it in the raft. Taking weight off his leg with the gashed calf, Semper turned his half-blind gaze down each shoreline, spotting Ree a ways down. He was hesitant to leave the raft by itself, but he hadn't seen anyone else come to the same island, so he left it and went limping over towards Ree.



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He didn't sleep very well that night. The images of the dead in the Anthem and in the bloodbath were flickering across his mind the way fire does on the wall of a cave. It was horrifying, really, to relive what had happened. He had tried to help Papero by going after Argent, but his ally had died before he could help him. That was what upset Semper the most. He desperately wanted to get revenge by getting at Argent, but his conscience kept stopping him. Don't go murdering out of hatred. He disagreed, but he knew he couldn't fool himself. Even though he had broken the boy's knee, he knew he most likely wouldn't have the courage to take his life.

Sitting up in the raft (he had slept on one side, hoping that Ree could use the other half to sleep on), rubbing his face with his hands. It was still dark, but he knew it was almost morning. The half-blind boy was used to getting up early to take care of all the livestock back in District 5, but this was different. There was no livestock -- no cattle, no horses, no swine, no goats -- nothing. He emitted a quiet sigh, hoping to not wake Ree as he got out of the raft as quietly as possible, taking off his shoes. He felt a lot better going around barefoot, only because he did that all the time back home. The bottom of his feet were calloused enough to were he still felt as though he had shoes on, though without the enclosed feeling a shoe gave him. Holding his shoes in his hands, he limped down to the shoreline, standing so that the waves could swirl around his feet, but then retreat back out into the vast sea.

He wasn't quite sure, but judging by his half-blind vision, he saw that the Cornucopia was gone. 'Gone?' He thought, blinking a few times to clear his vision, hoping that it would simply reappear, but it didn't. 'If that entire island sank.... who's to say that the other islands will sink as well?'

"We should search the island,"

Semper turned from where he was standing, seeing Ree up so early. He gave one quick glance back at where the Cornucopia used to be before giving his full attention back to her.


"We need food, and we need water even more. We'll have to drag the raft."

"Water, definitely. And I'll drag the raft, if y' don't wanna. But where should we drag it t'?"

He asked, starting to limp back towards the raft, though keeping his good eyes' gaze on her. He knew they'd need to camouflage it, too -- but how to go about doing that was the question. Covering it in sand would be too obvious -- maybe more towards the semi-middle of the island would be reasonable.

"Well, the shore is no use to stay on. We can find something to camouflage the boat with, further on."

After seeing that the Cornucopia island had sunk, he knew that nowhere on any island was safe from now on. Even though there were about twenty other Tributes out on the hunt to kill them, he sure as hell didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night only to find that the island was no longer underneath his feet and the canopy of trees caging him underwater. No, he figured, that'd be worse than being slaughtered by another Tribute.

Shaking his head slightly, he turned, set his shoes in the raft, then picked up one end of the raft so that it would be easier for him to drag. He quickly made sure that his eight knives and wire were still securely in a pocket before starting to haul the raft towards the interior of the island. Pulling the raft wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. He was much more used to hauling numerous bales of hay and feed to the livestock before the crack of dawn every morning, so the raft was no problem. However, it was hiding it that was the problem.

"Can I have an extra knife?"

Semper paused, setting the raft down.

"Yeah, jus' hold on a second...."

He said, reaching to the pocket where the rest of his knives were. Picking one out, he made sure it wasn't bloody before handing it over to her. He then offered her a faint, forced smile, though he clearly had nothing to be happy about. Sure, they had knives, wire, and a raft, but all that would only get them so far. They still didn't have the necessities: food and water.

Semper turned back, picked up the front end of the raft and continued to drag it. He could only imagine what was on the island... possibly some sort of Capitol mutt all bent on mauling them. If the Capitol ever grew bored -- there could be anything on the wretched island, which prompted a question.

"Do y' think there's anythin' on this island?"

He asked, glancing at Ree as they traveled inland.

"Thanks," I say. I think we're both incapable of happiness while we're in the arena. I'm about to answer when I hear rustling. Animal... meat... or predator. I whip around and see a deer, or what I think is a deer. But deer don't normally have a horn in the middle of their head. A mutt. I grab Semper's arm and point to the deer. I signal for him to be quiet and slide out my knife. I love animals, and if I could I would tame this one, but I doubt mutts can be domesticated. He'll be a problem more than anything, I'm guessing. I throw the knife

He did indeed provoke a fight, and had already managed to sustain severe injuries because of it. But Dom wouldn't let his stinging leg and flank deter him--

He lowered his horn and antlers and pawed the rocky ground a few times, trying to figure out who to charge. It wasn't hard; he'd gotten gashed worse by the female, so she was more of a thread. And the male, in order to have cut his rump, was too far behind him for Dom to turn and fight. The choice was clear. He charged.

[attacks Ree]
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