I got a rubber snake in my hand, and I ain't afraid to whip it.. whip it.. whip it.. I'm sexy in plaid and I know it

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

It was cold and dark as Mac was getting away from all the blood and dead bodies. He panted heavily, out of breath from moving so much. His head hurt from crawling, but maybe he could get out of the big crawlspace. Staying in the same direction as normal, he tried to find a way out. Maybe there was a trapdoor or just an opening so he could get out.

He was alive.. he survived the first task. He gripped the weird-feeling snake tight in case he had to whip it at someone. Just keep moving, Macki. He talked to himself through his mind.

To infinity and beyond.
won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

Mac sees a thousand of himself staring straight back at him the moment he entered. Every inch of the room is covered in mirrors. Part of the room seemed to be made into a small wine cellar, of course, made out of mirrors. The moment the door shut behind him, silence took over, and it took over hard.

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

He kept walking now cautiously, trying not to make too much noise. The door behind him slammed shut, spooking him to death. It made him flinch, but when he opened his eyes, he saw hundreds, maybe more, of eyes. They were all his eyes. Jaw dropped, the teenager looked in all directions, only to see himself. It got from scurrying to silence.. the only thing he could hear was his footsteps.

There was a bit of an opening to a cellar, so being curious, Mac walked towards it..

You only live once
won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

Around a corner in the small basement, laid a few rows of wine bottles. The shadows of the racks stood up from the dim lights placed around. Mac hears his own footsteps, his own breathing... and the light taps of the glass coming from behind the racks of alcohol.

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

Mac looked at all the bottles containing some kind of red liquid. It was light enough to examine how many rows and racks of things there were, making it easier on the boy. He didn't really have to worry about walking into anything with the littlest bit of light nearby. The light was reflecting from behind the bottles of what could be wine, or blood, or fruit punch. Cautiously, Mac took a closer look at the bottles. Maybe they were safe to drink?

won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

Mac tried to see into the bottles as closely as possible, his reflection blocking his view of the liquid inside. Bringing the bottle closer, he was basically staring at himself on the bottle. And 'himself''s side of the mouth pulled to a smirk back at the tribute.

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

Who is that..? He thought as he closely examined the bottle. A face was in it.. was it his? It looked like everything else in the room, himself. But there was something different about this bottle, something different compared to the mirrors. This one was smirking, but Mac wasn't. He stared at the bottle in disbelief before carefully placing it back on the wall. He ran, trying to find out which way to go to get as far from those bottles as possible.

won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

Mac swore he could hear little footsteps scurrying behind him as he bolted. There seem to be things to explore here but so is the stairs up. To scavenge for supplies or get the hell out of the basement?

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

As Mac ran from whatever was on that mirror, he didn't look back. But when he heard the noise of tiny little footsteps scattering around, he started to run faster than before. He made his way to a staircase, still hearing the steps getting a bit closer every second. He was about to go up the stairs and away from whatever was following him, but he had an idea. Nobody ever went into the basement, not ever. So maybe the GameMakers had something good to hide for the people on the wild side. He started walking to his left, trying to see what he could find.

won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

Lorcan didnt know where he was going, he just wanted to get away from the bloodbath that was going on around him. He walked along the dark keeping his ears perked for any sounds, and was ready to attack. He found himself at the top of a set of stairs, and began to descend into even more darkness. He hoped he might find some hidden stashes of supplies, he still wasnt too sure how well his juggling pin would work, or what the stuffed bunny would be good for, but he kept them any ways.

As Mac was scrounging around for supplies he heard the door swing open and slam shut once again, it was too silent to not hear another person breathing.

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

He heard the door creak open and slam shut loudly, distracting the boy from his looking for supplies. He turned around, wondering who was there. Mac wasn't used to being in so much silence, but at least he wasn't alone. "Who.. who's there?" He said quietly, backing up. Whoever was there, Mac just hoped the person was friendly. If not.. he was in trouble.

won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

The door in front of Lorcan opened slowly, squeeking in its hinges. He stepped through, and it slammed shut behind it. He stood still for a few moments, listening for anything out of the ordinary. He could hear himself breathing, and tried to slow it down. A voice called out from the darkness, it could have been another tribute, but it also could have been a mutt. "I am Lorcan, from district 9" He replied.

Tristan didn't know how or why, but somehow he was in some dark creepy basement that probably the definition of slaughter. But, he heard some voices that seemed decently real and one sounded somewhat like the boy he met inside the training center. So, he took his luck and started slowly going down the stairs that led to the basement. Squeezing his teddy bear and bunny rabbit close to his chest, he gave them both secret names. Fuzzy, and Carrot. The male thought to himself, with a small smile of warmth spreading a crossed his face. The male stopped, as the entrance was closed and he couldn't get in. How rude of them, locking me out. the tribute gave another quick thought as he stood there waiting for something 'exciting' to happen.

The entrance was as unlocked as it could be.

Another soft voice fit in with the two, "Noisy..."

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

Mac heard a voice that he heard only once before, the time he went to lunch in the Training Center. The boy who sat with him was in the same room, the same area! He called out, "I'm Lorcan, 9." The teenager said. Mac was a bit scared of where he was, seeing a million of himself. Who knows, bloody murder could pop up behind him at any moment. "Noisy," Someone, or something called out. It didn't sound like the other voice he heard. Mac continued to rummage through all of the things that were in this place full of mirrors. Maybe there was something that could save his life.

won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

Lorcan walked down the last of the steps, and into the basement. He was surrounded by mirrors, hundreds of versions of himself were spread through out the hall. "Who are you?" He asked the other voices that were down in the hall with him.

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Before Lorcan spotted Mac, Mac found a small broken mirror shard, from the corner of the basement. Smaller than the size of his hand, the shard was sharp enough to probably pierce his toy snake, but not sharp enough to hurt someone. The hole where the shard originated from caught Mac's eyes as the scampering and footsteps continued.

"Noisy," the little voice whispered harder this time with more conviction. Lorcan thought he saw one of reflection mouthed out the word.

EDIT: Tristan pushed open the door greeted by silence drabbled with soft murmurs from further in, inviting him deeper.

Woops missed out Trist, sorry just post below and I'll edit this again and then it'll go on as per normal

EDIT: omg I keep forgetting Trist, you can post once more before I GM :'D

(how dare you skip me... owell)
Tristan had been standing at the door, waiting for something to happen when he thought that he should at least try to open the door. Placing his hand on the handle, he opened the door. The male stepped inside the small basement quietly, and walked out into the open.. Or, the room that was already occupied with by the two voices he could hear-- two others. "Hello? the tribute called out, looking around for someone. In case a fight were to start, he gripped the pole in his hand ready to attack.

✎ ♏ac Starberry ✎

He heard more voices call out. Who are you.. One asked, making Mac back up even more. Noisy The other voice said again. Was he being haunted? Mac knew there had to be at least one other tribute in the area, Lorcan from Nine. Or at least that's what he said. Who knows, maybe that kid is dead. He looked behind him to find a shard of glass that fit in the palm of his hand. Mac picked it up cautiously, making sure he wouldn't cut himself. Hello? A third voice asked. He was getting haunted.. haunted for life...

#dunoifishouldhavewaitedbutok

won't you
stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

made by rook of hgrpg♥

Another voice sounded through the dark, it sounded familiar to Lorcan, but he couldnt put a name to it. He watched the figures in the mirror, they seemed to be alive on their own, and he could have sworn he saw one of them whisper 'noisy'. He was a little spooked at the thought, he didnt know what 'noisy' was referring to. Lorcan remained as still as he could, not want to do accidentally run into anything, or anyone.

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Lacey looked around again, seeing she was in a different place than before. She had a weird look on her face for a bit, but it quickly changed into a look of horror once she heard voices around her. Well, one, actually. One that whispered 'Noisy'. She didn't know what the hell that meant, and for her first encounter in the arena, it was pretty creepy to her. She held her saxophone in two hands and she carefully began to walk around the outside of the house, trying to figure out her surroundings.

The girl wouldn't dare say 'hello' or 'is anyone there' because well, in her opinion that was plain stupid and it risked your life. She stood, occasionally looking around everywhere, thinking to herself, Okay.. I need to find someone.. Maybe that dude from home or Twelve or that other guy from... Nine, was it? Oh well. She tried not to make any noise in the process of walking around because, well, that could risk her life also.

Spencer Jackson

Spencer noticed that the girl from eight and him were somewhere. He did not know what to expect since he did not know this girl. He decided to take out his inflatable sword. "What am i supposed to do with this..?" Spencer thought to himself. When he pulled it out he decided to blow it up. Maybe it would turn into something actually useful for him. If not then he could tell these games were just a joke. "I mean who what kind of a game maker would put inflatable objects in the cornucopia... obliviously a crazy one." Spencer quietly whispered to himself. In the mean time he decided to try to make peace with the girl. If he was lucky maybe even become allies. Spencer kept it in the back of his mind to always stay on edge. He remembered the female tribute from three last games who had gone totally berserk. He did not want to end up like her. She had died do to a critical hit made by the female tribute from twelve who was now his mentor. Spencer hoped that his mentor was trying to get him sponsor points, so if it really came down to it and he needed it he would be able to have help. For now though Spencer decided to just try to stick with his plan of trying to befriend the girl.

"Hello?" Spencer called aloud he silently waited for a reply with his blow up sword in hand.

Tristan was daydreaming for a second, and wasn't paying attention to the outer world known as the arena. Snapping out of his dream, he had started to cautiously edge forward. Farther down the basement of some sorts, and was quite bored himself. He tapped the stilt lightly on the ground, as he walked to have something to listen to. Some random voice whispered 'Noisy', and he had no idea what that was supposed to be about. Walking, or trudging forward he kept aware for any mutts that'd come to attack him.

Aaron Seam

By the time Aaron reached a door at the end of the opening, he thought he was going to die because he ran for what seemed like forever. But hen he opened the door, we was greeted by one thing he found a bit stupid. Mirrors. Lots and lots of mirrors. But also more people than he expected. Careful not to drop any of his things he raised his hands in a innocent gesture as he neared the people. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt any of you."

district one | male | sixteen | thirty-eighth games | template by apple

» In my left hand there is the familiar, in my right hand there’s the great unknown~
» Hand to Hand combat
» just because i live with water doesn't mean i'm afraid of fire
» Where oh where has my little snake gone?
» Hiding, Hollow, Snake and Rope.