Seemingly Alone

Thomas wandered away from the pond, keeping his sword at the ready. He had been in pursuit of Preston when he heard the announcement for the Feast. "No one's gonna sponsor me, no reason to go," he had mumbled to himself. In his gut, he had a feeling that Preston would have gone to the Feast, and not wanting to go there, Thomas had turned his attention away from trailing Preston to the forest sitting not far from the pond. He had a feeling that other tributes had been here, but had already trailed for the feast. Finding himself a moderate tree, he sat down in front of it.

Letting out a sigh, he laid his sword beside him. He was alone now, nothing around him but the still air it seemed. Everyone had likely gone to the Feast, leaving them as prime targets to kill. Thomas knew that they would likely be death soon, in the fight for supplies. Placing his head against the bark of the tree, Thomas sighed again, looking into the branches. Above him, he noticed some fruit hanging amongst the branches. Standing slowly, Thomas slid the sword into the belt that was on the outfits the Gamemakers had placed them in. Gripping the trunk, Thomas shimmied his way up the tree to a low branch. Gripping the branch, he pulled himself up onto it and settled down. Glancing up, he thought about what could happen if he picked and ate a fruit. He didn't, however, grab one yet, just in case.

Watching the fruits, Thomas grimaced. The liquid coming from the fruit turned him away slightly. "Those... don't seem to good," he thought to himself. Glancing around, he looked at the branches nearest to him. Seeing a moderate-sized stick, he reached out. Snapping it of, he gripped it in both hands. Testing its elasticity, Thomas bent it slightly. Satisfied that it wouldn't snap too soon, Thomas adjusted himself on the branch and swung the stick lightly at the one of the fruits, in the opposite direction of himself. Watching it fall, Thomas sat back against the trunk of the tree, tossed the stick, and watched to see what the fruit would do.

Thomas nodded, he somewhat expected that to happen. Gripping his sword's hilt, he adjusted his position on the tree branch. Pulling his knees closer to his chest, he placed his forehead on his kneecaps. He was allowing himself to close his eyes for a bit, making sure to move slightly every now and again to stay awake. Perking back up, he glanced around. Not much surrounded him, aside from the trees of course. He found himself humming a song he knew back home, making himself shudder at the thought. His mind turned away, his thought process' bubbling. Having a small grin creep across his face, Thomas decided to stay perched on the branch. Stretching his right leg out and pulling his left closed, Thomas laid the sword on his leg and tightened his grip on its hilt, waiting.

Jennifer ran into the area and sat down, the familiar forest made her heart warm because it reminds her of her dear allies. She for some reason doesn't trust them, but their her allies. She started hearing voices, like her mothers in her head. "Jennifer..." She looked around wildly, at the sound of an unfamiliar voice at first, but than registered as her father. I think I've gone whack....

Thomas, having nodded off slightly, is awoken to the sound of scratching at the base of the tree. Stretching his left leg out after being stuck while he slept, Thomas sighed. He pulled his sword closer to his torso, he thought to himself. "Great, a few moments of shut-eye and they set a mutt on me. Hopefully not, but knowing the Gamemakers..." Straightening up and tightening his grip on the sword's hilt, Thomas risks a glance downwards. He can feel himself slightly panting.

Jennifer assumed there was a storm about to happen due to the howling wind, and churning earth. She didn't want to get wet so she hid under a tree, so the leaves block the rain. She started playing with the hair nervously, because she was worried that she'd get soaking wet.

Blinking a handful of times, Thomas looks around the ground. Something had scurried away before he had time to register what it was. Leaning back, Thomas looked into the leaves. Lifting his left hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Placing his hand back onto the tree, Thomas adjusts his grip on his sword hilt. Placing his head against the bark of the tree again, Thomas thought to himself, "I am gonna go insane in here."

Jennifer howled in pain as she slammed her nose into the nearby tree, she heard the voice of T.Q., she yelled out "T.Q.?" but her voice got drifted away in the wind, she was in getting dizzy, and she felt like a rag doll now, being tossed and turned, her legs and arm felt like jello.

Thomas believed he must have dozed off. One minute, he was back in Eight, swinging Hannah in circles in the living room while their mom cooked dinner. The next, he found himself falling onto the ground. Laying on the ground, Thomas looked into the trees momentarily. Shaking his head, he pushed himself into a sitting position and glanced around. Finding his sword nearby, he grabbed it. Pushing up, he stood and glanced around. He noticed another body.

"Oh, why hello Jennifer. Nice to have you join me again," he said with a hint of resentment in his voice.

Jennifer got frightened by the tone he used saying hello, she quickly whipped out a throwing knife, and threw it towards him. She never thought this would be possible, she actually liked T.Q. the most out of her alliance, but meh. She ran a while away and hid in a bush.

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Thomas felt the wind swirl around him. Taking a deep breath, he felt it invigorate him. She had abandoned him at the pond. He knew it was time. Shaking his head, he looked towards her. She looked frightened; she must have sensed the resentment in his voice. Drawing his sword, Thomas started towards her. She went on the defensive, chucking a knife at him. He raised his sword and attempted to swat the knife away. He didn't know if it had worked or not, but he watched her move into a bush. Walking towards it, he glanced down at her and swung his sword.

"Sorry..." he muttered. "But I'm not sorry." For once, he felt like he couldn't let Jennifer's mistake slip. The Games had changed him, maybe ever so slightly, but he felt it as the sword hit her.

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 (UNICORNS!!)

Jennifer attempted to block his sword attack, she heard his remark, "Oh, welcome to the island of misfit toys. Oh- sorry, this is a T.Q. free zone, bye now!" She shot a arrow at him, she also added with a hint of a fake australian accent.

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Thomas felt the pain in his leg from the throwing knife that struck it. Kicking his leg straight, he shook off the pain for the moment. Glaring at Jennifer, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. He listened to her speak, mumbling something about this being a 'T.Q. free zone' or something. He shook his head. "YOU crashed into MY tree. YOU entered MY zone. And all of this after ABANDONING me at the pond." He felt spit fly out of his mouth. Anger boiled inside of him. He knew this is what the Gamemakers wanted the audience to witness. "Are you happy now!?" he screamed to cameras, and the Gamemakers beyond. "This is what you wanted? Action! Excitement! And back-stabbing!" he yelled as he moved to knock away the arrow and slash at Jennifer.

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