Hopefully, setting up camp (temporary, of course)

(D: Been busy all day! Finally found some time to post!)


..::To be hurt::..
..::To feel lost::..
..::To be left out in the dark::..
..::To be kicked when your down::..
..::To feel like you're being pushed around::..

Sky woke up in his little pile of leaves, and rubbed his back.
"I never knew how much I'd miss my bed," He says, after sleeping uncomfortably for the past couple of nights. But, the pile of dried leaves had managed to keep him partially warm in the cold night.
Sky began to look for some breakfast, he stopped at the orange tree from the day before, shook it, yet only one orange fell. It'd do for now. He peeled the orange, and then ate his apple before walking to the front of the island to get some water. Then, he went back to his camp to dig another trap. That way, he knew he'd be protected during the night.

..::To be hurt::..
..::To feel lost::..
..::To be left out in the dark::..
..::To be kicked when your down::..
..::To feel like you're being pushed around::..

By this time, Sky wishes he had dived into the bloodbath to get something. Some better supplies or something. He knew he probably wouldn't get any sponsors, and that was okay, because he could do without their filthy money. It had been a little while sense anything interesting had happened in the games, so Sky was surprised that the game makers were leaving him alone.
"They're bound to drive me off this island sometime." He mutters to himself while digging his hole.

..::To be hurt::..
..::To feel lost::..
..::To be left out in the dark::..
..::To be kicked when your down::..
..::To feel like you're being pushed around::..

Sky's shovel hit something while he was digging. It was obviously something implanted by the game makers. It could either help him win the games or could brutally murder him. Sky remembered how his brother died by opening a seemingly harmless crate.
"No, I'm not going to open it." He said. If no fighting was going on anywhere, Sky was probably being viewed. He decided the dig slightly deeper with his hands, just to see what it was. If it was a crate, than Sky was planning on taking it out and leaving it on the beach. If it was something else, he was going to re-bury it.

..::To be hurt::..
..::To feel lost::..
..::To be left out in the dark::..
..::To be kicked when your down::..
..::To feel like you're being pushed around::..

"No, I'm not going to do it." Sky said to reassure himself. Sky was very curious. And the game maker probably knew it. But Sky was also smart; he wasn't going to let himself be suckered into something so stupid. Instead, Sky took the cylinder out of the sand, brushed it off, and put it to the side for later uses. Instead, he kept digging.

..::To be hurt::..
..::To feel lost::..
..::To be left out in the dark::..
..::To be kicked when your down::..
..::To feel like you're being pushed around::..

Sky puts the sticks in the hole like before, and then covers it in leaves. He sits down, unsure what to do next. It didn't appear that anyone was coming to his island anytime soon. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. The game makers might get tired of him doing nothing on the island at any moment, and then send some sort of strange force of nature after him to drive him off the island.
Sky. No. Shut up and stop being paranoid. You aren't going to die; not yet. If something drives you off the island, than you are going to go back onto the island, because the game makers don't want you there. And if they don't want you there, than that is where you should be. Sky thinks, trying to reassure himself. He glances back over at the cylinder, and picks it up, deciding to head down to the beach.

..::To be hurt::..
..::To feel lost::..
..::To be left out in the dark::..
..::To be kicked when your down::..
..::To feel like you're being pushed around::..

While Sky lies on the beach, a thought pops into his mind. The sand is... sand. It isn't wet, or damp. It's sad, which is strange because the arena is swamp-themed. The sand should at least be slightly wet, but it... wasn't.
"Probably the game makers trying to mess with my head..." Sky says, running the sand through his fingers.