Well this seems... Interesting.

Tristan had stepped out, and he was suddenly outside. He was now outdoors, out of the cramped, small space that he had originally started in. He took a whiff of the smell of the outdoors, it smelled so familiar but not familiar at the same time. How long was he underground anyways? And how could they even breath in the first place? Tristan honestly didn't know, but had looked around at his surroundings. There was an amusement park, which made him feel queasy. Tristan knew that from the sights of this, it would be kind of weird. The male wondered around, looking for somewhere to stay or call home for a small while. He saw a Roller-coaster, wooden, but he had thought about it for a second and came up with a question. More of an idea, or thought. There'd be a medical kit, right? Well, it'd be worth looking. He got to the lobby, or queue and walked through them. It felt so weird, but he didn't want to mention or think about it too much. As he was approaching, he took the knife in his hand and looked at the large teddy bear. He wondered if there was anything inside it. He attempted to rip it open, as he stepped into the building holding the cart.

(did I go to the right area? LOL)

When Tristan stepped out of the House itself, he felt some relief and quietness, away from the whisperings and screams. The wind blew past, giving the air something fresh to breath in compared to down below. But the tribute also realised that he was all alone above, no one else has seem to make it up here yet. Or want to. He could almost hear the faint laughter and squeals this place once held. The Teddy Bear made a ripping sound as Tristan gut it open, finding pieces of a spear that seemed attachable.

(yep yep, you're free to go anywhere above ground c:)

It seemed there was nothing of use to him besides the control panel, so he turned around to look at the cart. It seemed pretty beaten up, but somehow still intact. He wondered if he were to go on the cart, maybe test the ride out it'd be safe. The gamemakers had to of put the coaster here for some reason, right? He hoped so. Tristan didn't want to go on the ride, but felt like it would have some kind of reward at the end. Even though the end was here... Tristan didn't know, he was too confused.

As Tristan noticed there was only one cart there, he looked outside to see the others were scattered around the ride. The male wondered that if he were to try and start it up through the control panel, it'd start up to life. So, he decided to try and test his luck. Walking over to the panel, there were a couple buttons. But he didn't know which one actually started the ride with his choices.

There was no power, which kind of sucked but he didn't mind. Tristan had no clue of what he was supposed to be doing now, the only thing he could hear was his breathing. At least I'm still breathing, right? The male thought to himself, letting out a small chuckle. He wondered what the gamemakers were going to make him do, that'd most likely end up in him attempting death. But for now, he did nothing.

The rollercoaster seemed to be mocking him, as he just sat there and did nothing. It's not like he could do anything, right? But-- This ride did look pretty snazzy to the boy, and was almost being yelled at to try and ride it. It was almost like every other teen, really. They are told, or know not to do something-- but the suspense is killing them. Which was just like what was happening right now, he knew that he'd most likely die from going on it.. But it was worth a try, right? He inched, slowly, but surely closer and closer to the cart. He was getting kind of anxious, and scared but there was obviously no turning back. Suddenly, the cart was right in front of him. Taking a final deep breath that was probably his last, he stepped on. Dear Jesus, please help me. The male said as he sat down in the ride, making his final decision to stay there.

As Tristan sat down, nothing happened. It was kind of funny. You'd be thinking that you'd be sent off immediately, knowing the gamemakers. But he wasn't. It seemed that Tristan would need to make his way up alone. Hopping out of the cart, he tried to climb up the side of the track. He looked around as he climbed up, it wasn't that scary. Though, he never knows what could happen.

Looking up, the hill seemed a lot larger then it seemed while on the ground. There was a whole lot of hill yet to climb, and he knew it'd take quite a while. Continuing onward, he didn't know what to really say or do. The one thing he did know-- was that he'd need to go up. Just up, nowhere else but up. He didn't understand the sudden nerve to go up the hill, but he just wanted to.

Tristan felt a small breeze flow by, and it felt like they were just waiting for him to get high enough to where he'd be killed instantly by any kind of fall. They'd just randomly send a strong enough breeze at him that'd cause him to fall. It wouldn't surprise him if they did. His hands burned from gripping so tightly on the wooden planks as he climbed up, he would go down if he could but he was too far up. The only way to go for now was forward. And forward was up.
(sorryforshortpostsgooglechromeisameanie)

Tristan was starting to run out of breath and noticed there was a cart a couple meters away. He hoped that he could get to its height sooner or later so he could rest a little bit. Even if the gamemakers did have some evil plan for him when he got into the cart he really didn't care. He just wanted to rest a little bit; that's all. As he climbed, he started to wonder about what was going on back in the district. Probably nothing like always.

Fatigue was starting to hit him. Hard. He was honestly about ready to sit down right there but he'd probably start rolling down. Though as he reached the cart he started to wonder if he could sit in it. Maybe, but just depending on what was in it. As he looked in, there was a bunch of keys splattered with blood. Keys? Blood? What the heck was that supposed to mean? Tristan didn't know. He decided to just lean on the cart for now not knowing if it'd be wise or not to sit inside the cart with all those keys.

As Tristan rested on the cart the wind blew by him causing him to become off-balanced for a quick second. It was probably going to be a wise idea to continue his adventure on to to the the highest cart. He wanted to rest some more- but the gamemakers would probably become impatient. After a few more seconds he was ready to continue. Tristan was ready for take-off or mainly he was just going to start climbing. So, he climbed.

As he climbed higher and higher the wood beneath his feet started to creek more. It kind of worried him in a way. In the way that he thought the wood beneath him would probably break when he got to the top so he'd die. Because all the gamemakers cared about was tributes dying. It was kind of nerve-wracking to the boy but he still climbed. Maybe it'd become time for him to practice his yodeling skills.