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

Mac found himself back at the door he was just now so eagerly wanting to go through to go higher above.

Lorcan seemed to stay absolutely still, every single reflection just staring back at him as per normal.

Lacey seem to be hearing things being outside the house instead of inside. The exterior of the house looks as harmless as a normal house.

The Sword was already blown up and only expanded slightly more as Spencer tried to blow more air into it. He was outside the door to the basement spotting Lacey walking around the front of the house. The outside was peaceful and quiet, not a single noise escaped from the insides of the house.

Aaron ran into the house to be greeted by thousand of himself it disorientated him so much he couldn't even tell where the others were, but he could definitely hear them.

Trist tapped the stilts on the mirrored ground and looked up to his relfections, one of them not holdin gthe stilts he had in hand, glaring straight into his own eyes, "NOISY. GET OUT." Everyone in the house heard that loud and clear.

Also, tori remember to remove the pair of stilts, Spencer actually dropped them at the corn c: .

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There were more voices now, perhaps maybe even more faces reflecting from one edge to the other. Mac was a bit too close to these people for comfort, so he thought it'd be best if he just left. Cautiously, he took the steps up, away from all the people who could be deadly to him. Mac had to be thoughtful of everything, and getting out of a bad situation seemed to be just that.

Mac Starberry has left the area.

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stay with me..
'cause you're
all I need

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The faces in the mirror stared back at Lorcan, he didnt want to disturb them so he stayed very still. More voices could be heard, and more people entered the house. Lorcan didnt know what to do, he was still trying to figure out the mirror figures. A voice rang through the house, very clear, "Noisy Get Out' This freaked Lorcan a lot, he raised his club ready to attack anything that came at him.

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posting at school swaq

DISTRICT EIGHT

38TH GAMES

l a c e y d e b e l l a

Lacey stood still as Spencer came into her vision. She kept her hands on her saxophone and narrowed her eyes slowly at the boy. She didn't know what to expect, since these were the Games and all, so she just stood where she was. She looked back to the house behind her and studied it. There was something odd about it, and she was bound to find out sooner or later. She looked back to Spencer.

"So..." the tribute said awkwardly, rubbing the back of her right leg with her left foot. She pressed down a few keys of her instrument and she avoided eye contact with Spencer for a while before looking back to the house again.

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Spencer looked at the girl awkwardly. "So..." Spencer got a tighter grip on his blowup sword. "How do you wanna do this? Do you wanna work together to get out of here....? If not you realize that i'm gonna have to hurt/kill you with my bare hands right?" Spencer looked strongly at the girl. He did not want to kill her but he would do whatever
he had to do to get out of this arena alive. Even if it meant loosing sponsor points and possibly an ally.

working on code #sweg

Tristan looked up after tapping his stilt on the floor lightly, and saw a mirror that didn't exactly match him or the others. Himself in the mirror seemed to not hold a stilt, and was glaring at Tristan. A loud voice that had come from the mirror boomed a "NOISY, GET OUT!" as the male jumped at the sudden sharp voice. Tristan got scared for a second, and quickly raised his stilt and looking around to look for any possible mutts. Shrugging it off, the tribute started walking forwards.. He didn't know where forward exactly was but he just went in a direction.

Aaron Seam

At seeing so many mirrors, it almost made Aaron dizzy. At the booming, 'NOISY, GET OUT!', he grinned and called out, "Why don't 'cha show us the way out then?" His tone was pouring out sarcasm, as he knew quite well it wasn't going to be that easy to get out of this. But mirrors? Really gamemakers, really? Was a laughing thought in his head, just chuckling to himself as he took a couple steps forward towards the reflections of himself.

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Once Mac went up the stairs, he faces the detour between going into a Room with a cute wooden label on the door that said Nursery or go down the corridor that seem to lead to the door outside above where they first started. Please post in either the Nursery or the Corridor. c:

Tristan walked further into the dark basement, glimmers of light seeping through but the light was soon blocked out by someone else standing in front of him. Seems like the tribute Lorcan from District 9 found himself in front of Tristan, both having their 'weapons' raised at each other.

As Aaron taunted and walked towards his reflections, so did they. Until he came face to face with the one right in front of him and it stepped out of the mirror, screeching at him, as if giving answering him to give him his commands, Aaron reflection flung him out the door he just came through, crashing in between Spencer and Lacey.
(Trap die for Aaron)

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Lorcan could barely make out the shadows. It looked liked someone was walking towards him from the other end of the hallway. "Hello?" He called out unsure of what it was that was heading his way. He kept his weapon ready just in the case of an attack, but didnt do anything else, at least not until he learned more.

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Lacey staggered backwards as another tribute came into her view. She narrowed her eyes a bit, recognizing him as a Career. She clenched her jaw tightly and gripped her saxophone. Could this be a trap? Would the GameMakers be telling them to fight?

"Okay, um.. My name is Lacey and I'm from Eight... Simple rules here: You don't attack me, I don't attack you. Anything else, well..." the tribute hesitated, looking at the ground. "We'll just leave that to fate. Now then, do any of you know how to get inside that damn house?" She studied the exterior of the structure carefully, trying to see why exactly the GameMakers would put this in the arena.

Spencer listened very carefully to the tribute talking to him. "Perfect so were on the same level. For the house i was hoping you knew." When Spencer saw the tribute he automatically went into self defense mode. He put away the sword and stood in a fighting position. "Lacey you know this kid?" Spencer whispered to Lacey hoping the other tribute would not hear.

Spencer walked slowly around the walls of the house to try to find an entrance.

#Hangry #Mademoney #tired

As the male walked through the basement, there was a light lightly filtering the space before him and suddenly it had blacked out. Looking upwards, he saw another tribute of the games. It seemed that the tribute started walking towards him, and was unsure of who Tristan was. The voice that had asked an hello seemed as if he was trying to get Tristan's attention, or at least show some kind of recognizance he was there. Tristan stayed quiet, but moved forward slowly as his feet touched the ground making a small thud every time his foot touched the ground.

Tristan was secretly hoping that it wasn't a trap like the last couple years some other tributes got put in, because if so, Tristan was assured of himself he wouldn't die. The tribute breathed, and that was the only other sound filling in the room besides the small whispers, and feet. He wasn't sure of what was really supposed to happen, and kind of hoped it wasn't related to fighting. Tristan wasn't really in the mood to kill someone yet, but if needed, he would.

Aaron Seam

Chuckling as he waved his hands a bit, Aaron watched as his moves were mirrored. Then he turned his head back to the one in front of him, but he felt like he had a heart attack as it stepped from the mirror. With a startled yell, the young man stepped back a bit. But it did no good. When he reflection flung him out of the door, he landed on his back with a loud huff. Damn... He groaned, peeling his eyes back open to see two other tributes in front of him. With a abrupt movement he got up, preparing to make sure they wouldn't attack him. But then he nodded, hearing the girls words. So he said, "I'm Aaron, from 1, don't worry though I'm not the typical...career I guess. I don't want to hurt you guys." With a glare at the house he said, louder to almost make sure the house heard, "Don't fuck with the mirrors, they don't play nice."

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Tristan and Lorcan finally come face to face with each other the stairs up to the higher level of the house right before them, but the door was locked and moving around may get them lost again. Their reflections whispered back into their ears, "There can only be one..."
You guys can make a new topic in this area cause it might get messy and you guys won't hafta wait for too many people.

The door was actually staring them in the face, however the door seem to be locked, only accepting bloodshed as the key.

(do i wait for kellie to post just curious)

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*not to fear!! >:DD kellie is heeya*

DISTRICT EIGHT

38TH GAMES

l a c e y d e b e l l a

Lacey raised an eyebrow and looked at the two tributes in front of her. She looked over at the house, and she walked closer to it, leaning against the wall. She listened to the tribute who landed in front of her, who called himself Aaron and chuckled at his remark. She lowereed her voice into a muttering tone, "There won't be any fucking anywhere near here, so you don't have to worry."

She took the end of her saxophone where it began to curl up, and she rammed it into the side of the house, testing to see if anything was inside. She stood for a moment, listening for anything. She decided it was all right for now, so she held her "weapon" in a hand and ran her other hand through her hair. The tribute had to admit- she was exhausted after a few days in the arena. How long had it been? A week? Lacey didn't know exactly, but she was beginning to miss home a bit. She held the locket that hung from her neck carefully in her hand and took a sigh.

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#at school #sweg

Spencer Decided that it was his turn to try to get out of here. He kicked the mirror hard with his foot. "There is no way i'm gonna die in the games because of a stupid glass box." He then looked around on the ground for a rock or something to use to attempt to break the glass. Maybe if him and Lacey both went at the glass the force would break it. Spencer then remembered that this is the hunger games and the game makers could throw anything at them.

#ConsumerMedia #Wow

Aaron Seam

At the girls comment he chuckled, looking at her for a moment an almost flinching when she hit the house. So he sighed, seeing the other guys hit it as well, then he said with a defeated tone, "I don't think that you can break into a house in the Arena. Much less break an obstacle." Even though he wanted just as much to destroy the house, he knew that would be utterly impossible. Seeing the girl, Lacey, looking down at her token he sighed while leaning against the house. Then he looked her way and said, "So, how's District 8? Miss ya' family?" Even though this probably wasn't the time to be reminiscing about home, it was probably healthy for the tributes. Even the ones that knew there as no way they could get home.

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Hitting the saxophone didn't seem to do much damage and nothing could actually be heard. Spencer seem to be delusional that the exterior of the house was actually made out of mirrors. The house looked as ordinary is it could be. Nothing else exciting happened.

omg sorry guys missed this out, had to rush my costumes last night so I didn't do the round of GM posts :'D mybad.

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DISTRICT EIGHT

38TH GAMES

l a c e y d e b e l l a

Lacey smiled at Aaron once he laughed. He has a nice laugh, she thought to herself before slapping herself mentally. Don't be creepy, now. She then listened to Spencer and what he had to say about a "stupid glass box". Lacey pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows for a moment before gathering her hair and tying it up into a pony tail. She looked back at Aaorn when he spoke.

"Back at Eight? Oh, all I had really were my parents. Nothing really, if you ask me," she laughed, trying to ignore the flash backs that were trying to make their way into her head. She studied his face for a quick moment before snapping out of her trance and she opened her mouth, "What about you guys?" She looked from Aaron to Spencer.

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Spencer looked at the girl. "What I did in my past stays in my past. I have a mother and father and a brother who looks up to me and i will fight to get back to them. End of story." Spencer again looked at the house. "Come on Spencer think. What can i do to get out of here. This is the hunger games there has to be a way..." Spencer thought to himself. He decided to try to talk to the others. " So mister wise guy what do you think we should do to get out of here? "Frankly, this is not the way I'm gonna die, and if you think it is your has wrong as heck. I will kill to get out of here. If you have anymore questions keep them to your self "hotshot" cause i don't wanna hear it.

Aaron Seam

With a liight smile at the girl, Aaron nodded in understanding before speaking before the other young man, "Ah, family...it's driving everyone I think. I got a dad and a brother waitin' for me." He looked down a bit and bit his bottom lip a slight bit before narrowing his eyes as he heard the other boy speak. Damn...what bee crawled up his ass? But he wasn't about to take his crap. Even though he was nice to Lacey, it doesn't mean he was going to take this guys shit. So he turned, squaring up to the other boy and sent him a frightening glare.

"Oh, fuck no, 'Mister Smart-Ass'. For one, I ain't gonna take any shit from you. Sorry if that dissapoints you. For two, Iyou know, I was only trying to be nice and let you all know you can trust me so please, don't be rude, especially to a lady. Third, none of us want to die like this okay? So don't be a attention addict. Oh, and lastly, I think a thing I heard from mentors is that theres one main thing you need in these damn Games. Guess what they are?

Friends, and I'm willing to help you guys even if you don't count me a friend."

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Nothing changes. For the tributes are just wasting a trickle of time. Much talking left the tributes going thirsty.

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*pretend lacey's saxophone has a neck strap or something*

DISTRICT EIGHT

38TH GAMES

l a c e y d e b e l l a

Lacey listened to Spencer for a moment and then furrowed her eyebrows once he started acting snappy. She tried to object and say something, but then Aaron began to speak. A bit of thoughts swirled through her mind and she didn't know what to say. She felt a sudden urge of thirst ~~not that kind~~ and she cleared her throat before raising her voice enough for them to hear and low enough so it wouldn't attract any other tributes or mutts.

"Hey! Both of you, shut up..." the girl stopped, realizing how rude that sounded and began to get red in the face. "...Please. Anyway, if you guys are gonna expect to get out of here or at least get close, you're gonna want to get the hell along for now. Cause I'm pretty sure none of the Capitol wants to hear this 'oh I'm a bad boy don't mess with me' façade because I'm pretty damn sure I don't want to." She sighed, placing the strap holding her saxophone over her shoulder and crossing her arms. She brought a fist up to her mouth and coughed into it, as her itchy throat was bothering her. "Um.. Did any of you just get like a sudden feeling of dehydration?"

The girl stood for a moment or two, silence filling into the area around her. Yes, it was awkawrd for her to create an outburst like that, though she felt it was necessary if it stopped anymore bickering between the two tributes she was with. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground and eventually they wandered up to see what Aaron was doing- for reasons of the unknown- and flashed back to the ground. She brought her left hand up and pushed some stray hairs back behind her ears. She soon sat on the ground next to the house and lay on the ground on her back as an act of boredom. She placed her saxophone, stilts, and backpack next to her closely while she remained there, letting out another sigh.

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» 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.