Looking here

I looked around over the outcropping, my heart racing. I had no supplies. I scanned the ground for a sharp rock or sticks, anything I could fashion into a weapon. I muttered to myself a small poem that was common in my district. Ha, poetry. Never thought that if I'd recite poetry in the gamhe like I did in Ms. Moore's class.
"We must not look at goblin men: We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed: Their hungry thirsty roots?"
I chucked, thinking of the day when my teacher made us memorize that one. I came home, steaming mad, figuring it had no purpose. Zan convinced me that it was like the gamemakers.
"We must not look at gamemakers: We must not eat their fruits:
Who knows what kind of soil they made: Their hungry thirsty roots?"
Zan and I had a good laugh about that one. God, I miss him. I shed a small tear, thinking of home. No, I can't get sedimental. I have to look for supplies.

I groaned, but it was better than nothing. I knelt down and then I struck two of the rocks together, hoping to create an edge on at least one of the rocks. I repeated the process untill I felt my hands stinging. I set them down and gave myself a chance to rest and think. I took a deep breath and rolled by shoulders back to releave tension. I wondered how many careers were left. I wondered if they even wanted me.
Snapping back to reality, I picked up the two rocks and got back to work. With a gasp I remembered when my mother told me the story of David and Goliath. David took down the giant Goliath with five pebbles and a sling. I set down my rocks and tore a piece of cloth from my shirt. Picking up a rock gingerly I tried to hit a nearby tree. I missed by four inches. I ran over and picked it up. Once more I loaded my sling and shot it. This time I nicked the edge. I grabbed the rock and took a step further back. Even with the extended disteance, Sucess! I smiled with victory. Now all I needed was some supplies. I walked along scanning the ground, but also keeping an eye on my surroundings for anything useful.

I picked up the rocks that I had shot and some of the wood. I could use it for fires, I reasoned. With that, all I needed was some food. I had studied edible plants, which was good, since my stomached started to growl angrily.
"Shut it. You've been hungrier. And will be hungrier." I paused. Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity. 
My stomach rumbled again, reminding me to look for food before I go to find the others. I recognized the trees and bushes, and recalled weather or not they were poisonous. 
"Leaves of three, let it be... Berries white, danger in sight... Red leaflets in spring is not a good thing..." 
I silently studied the color of the berries and the leaves around them. I realized that they were...

I smiled. I loved these berries. When I was five, Mom made a pie out of these berries for christmas. That was the christmas after my older brother, Frill, caught influenza.
I looked back to the berries and then I sniffed them, to be sure the really were what they seemed to be. Sweet as ever! I laughed and picked them. After I had gathered enough, I put them in my pockets. I poped one into my mouth. The juice oozed in my mouth and I swallowed the sweet flavorous berries. After I had all I needed, I wondered where to go next. I didn't know how many careers were left, or where they were. I brushed my hands on my pants and tried to remember.

The career pack's numbers didn't come to mind for the tribute, as the rain began to intensify from the light drizzle it had been.

(Would be cool if you kept track of your supplies so that I know, thanks. (4 rocks, Slingshot, 6 berries))

I looked at the rain with mild curiosity. If it was clean, then I could drink it. I couldn't carry it, since I had no container, but I could open my mouth to catch some drops. I tilted my head back to let the cool water run into my mouth and across my face. I took a deep breath and remembered when my friends and I used to dance in the rain as toddlers, that is untill a peacekeeper yelled at us, claiming it was "Not a safe activity"
I opened my mouth and drank some of the rainwater.

After I drank to my heart's content, I decided to head to the caves on the other side of the arena. With my recent good luck, I figured there would be some other tributes there. I smiled, hoping for an ally, or better, a fight. I double checked that I had all my supplies, then headed off for the caves. With a whistle, I trotted off, happy for something new.

Domino ended back at the creek. She needed a source of water. Her stomach was still grumbling. She ate some beaf from the can and decided to save the can for later. She bent down at the water's edge and rolled up her sleeve. The gash was still noticably there in her shoulder. She tested the water with a stick she found on the ground to make sure it wasnt acid water or anything. Seemed okay. She gritted her teeth and splashed some water on her shoulder and started to clean it.

The wund seemed befter. She wished she had payed attention more durring training. She doesnt know squat about any healing plants or anything. She sighs and fills her empty can up with water. She did pay attention in fire making. She searched around for some sticks and maybe a piece of flint or something. Boiling the water was her best bet.

She sighed. Just some sticks. She heard thunder. Better boil this water quick. Need something for a spark...Or maybe collect fresh rain water in a roof.

She sighed. Her moth was dry. Least her stomach was full...for now. Let's see...she needs to find some type of fresh water....maybe try waiting for rain? Fresh rain water. Haha. Domino sighs and decides to rest a minute. She sits down, hugs her knees and looks at her can full of water. She dumps it out and holds onto the can.

More thunder sounded as the rain continued to pour down.

(Its always raining in the Arena)

((....-_-...I thought it was just overcast...Well, that was a wasted posts....Hold on))
Domino almost face palmed. She was in the rain the whole time! And the rain hadn't been harming her. She stood up, held out her can, and let the rain water collect in it.
"Yay!" She cheers "I gots water!"
She snorts. These games are making her insane...
She takes a sip of water. Hooefully nothing will happen to her.
One year, the gamemakers drugged the lake
Like that. So that's why I put my hood up

The water seemed fine, but a storm had come upon the tribute, thunder rumbled around her.

[Sorry for taking so long, I must have checked this at night and decided I'd post the next day and then forgot because it didn't show up as new. If you don't get a GM post within a day any other times, make sure to just PM me with a link to the topic asking for a post and I'll get it done]

Domino has officially gone insane. With rain water in her cup, and her thirst clentched for now...she decided to move on to seak shelter...
((Domino has left the creek)