i used to rule the world

Swan watched as the mole rats retreated, throwing her rock down in anger. She didn't even get the chance to hit them, except for maybe once. That once wasn't good enough for her. The tribute wanted blood on her hands, but knew it wasn't the smartest idea. They were both wounded. "I'd love to smash their heads in," she admitted with a laugh.

Swan sat herself down cross legged, her blue eyes glancing out at everything around them. "But I don't know if that's smart. Can't we let them kill themselves until we are healthy enough?" she suggested, looking over at Lori. "Once we feel better, then we can go."

Swan nodded in reply to Lori's comments, agreeing with all of them. She thought that maybe a low-laying career team was what the games needed. It had seemed like forever since people actually didn't care about the career's for once, and Swan didn't know what she thought of that. Personally, she didn't want to be a favorite, but she didn't want to be dead either.

"We'll show them up, later," she added with a wave of her hand, as if dismissing the idea of killing the tributes, for now. Grinning, Swan nodded in reply to Lori. "Yes, gotta love when they still have the blood on them," she responded with a laugh.

Swan smiled, gathering more of her rocks and sticks into a uniform pile. Glancing over as the clouds continued to circle, the tribute nodded. "Knowing the Games, it won't be," she suggested with a frown. "Maybe we should move to lower ground? Maybe we could find shelter, or something?" she added, raising an eyebrow at Lori, who was brushing tangles from her hair.

Swan didn't even want to look at her appearance, guessing it was awful. "Then again, if it floods, it would be safer here," she said with a slow nod, watching the clouds circle above.

Swan had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, watching the clouds circle around. Could it be a tornado? If it was, they needed to find shelter. Then again, a flood would be bad too... but they could move fast, right? Brushing a tangle out of her hair, she turned to Lori.

"I think we should move, before it hits," she muttered, pursing her lips. "It could be a tornado," Swan suggested with a frown. Tornadoes destroyed everything in their path, especially one controlled by a gamemaker.

Swan stared at the swirling winds, feeling a chill go down her spine. She had a haunting feeling about this, and she guessed it couldn't end nicely. They had to leave now, or she guessed the winds would take them out. "Alright, we'll go down," she muttered, picking up her sticks and stones. Hopefully the sticks and stones did break bones.

The girl turned to face downward, and took a deep breath. Hopefully it was safer down there, she didn't want to be responsible for both of their deaths. "Onward then," Swan said with a fake smile, flicking the hair out of her eyes as she jogged down the slopes.

[swan has left the area]