let the games begin.

Coralia. District Four. Tribute. Volunteer. Brilliant. "this is the last person you're ever going to see alive." Gotta find out what it's like to find prefection in my pride. I know you did your best to love me. SCMMusicPlayer.init("{'skin':'skins/aquaPink/skin.css','playback':{'autostart':'true','shuffle':'true','volume':'50'},'playlist':[{'title':'; Childhood','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T1Tn3Cz3LY'},{'title':'; Coralia%27s Reaping','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezK5azSmXeU&feature=related'},{'title':'; Saying Goodbye','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga-xjmWl0yA'},{'title':'; Tribute Training','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRkIQ1Djlbs'},{'title':'; In The Eyes Of Panem','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKZ66gl4Kr8'},{'title':'; In The Eyes Of Panem','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAcBlf08pIg'},{'title':'; Before The Games','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYHRR4gwviw'},{'title':'; The Hunger Games','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qlD7dlkL5g&feature=related'}],'placement':'bottom','showplaylist':'false'}");

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Turf Dampened in Crimson @Coralia

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It hadn’t been lost on Talon that all Coralia would need to do would be to retrieve his sword from him to gain an upper hand. The tribute however was going to make darn sure that that didn’t happen though, for he refused to lose his advantage in this heavily weighed battle. It didn’t mean he would lose if he didn’t have his sword…it just wasn’t nearly as easy of a victory as it was with the weapon in his possession. “Well thank goodness for that, I was getting worried,” Talon parroted back as Coralia breathlessly exclaimed her ‘passion’ for him. Coralia was strong for a contender in these games – not that he would expect anything less from a career district such as four – but he was pleased with the ensuing battle. It made everything all that much more interesting. It added a spice to the games that hadn’t occurred since his hand to hand combat with Topaz. Unfortunately for one of them Talon wasn’t willing to wager any more deals. He was risking it enough having chosen to join forces with Topaz at all, he wasn’t going to risk it yet again just to have Coralia slip a dagger in his turned back. The slightest of a smirk came upon Talon’s expression at the recognition that she wasn’t pleased with his commentary about Reid, though she refused to give him the pleasure of shooting anything back at him. That was unfortunate; he’d been rather enjoying their ‘pleasant’ conversation. “Oh sweetie, you know I don’t play by the rules,” Talon answered swiftly, side stepping Coralia’s advance towards his weapon bearing arm before shifting forward slyly, his motions freezing his opponent in place. She was clearly unsure of his motives as he approached, though he could tell she was calculating each move with what her response could be. Her decision was perhaps just a moment too late to make an adequate response to his attack though. As she stepped forward to make another attempt at snatching his weapon he moved forward as well, grasping onto the front of her jacket and driving the tip of the sword straight through her abdomen. Now it would only be a matter of moments before Coralia was dead in the grass, her own bodily excretions mingling with those of her fallen district partner. Ooohhhh, how romantic. He rolled his eyes the slightest bit as her fingers grasp onto his shoulders, holding herself upright with the aid of his stature. He gave her her wish for the time being, almost enjoying the look of the polished blade buried within her flesh. “Looks like I can have it both ways,” Talon whispered to her smoothly, gripping roughly onto the front of her jacket to keep her upright as her grip loosened on his shoulders. With a smile he closed his lips on her’s once more, simply for the entertainment of her. “Tell Reid I say hello,” He murmured, his grip on her loosening, “Sweet dreams, four.”

[coralia-rylee]

Coralia's normally over reactive senses were groggy, the sunlight in the arena had now became too bright for her to see everything clearly. She heard Talons smooth whisper which sent a chill up her spine. Now her younger brothers were going to watch her die on television, her parents were more than likely in shock at the show the two tributes from four and two had just put on for them. She wanted to tell them not to watch as she was sure the cameras were now focused on her dying moments, but forming words was a task that painful for her. "My brother's name is Tallon." She murmured in a whisper, not having recognized the resemblance before. What was the name of her other brother? She couldn't remember, but she was sure that would have sparked their entire families interests, enough for her last command to be heard by them. "Don't watch."

The brunette grimaced as the tribute from two roughly grabbed the front of her jacket, but she allowed him to press his lips to her. Either way; it was impossible for her to put up a decent fight with him now. The brunette moved sideways slightly in attempt to avoid the male but ended up on the ground with a huff, clutching her stomach and rolling onto her side as bursts of pain shot through her body. The crimson substance that surrounded her was no longer made of Reid blood, but hers. She knew her family would have listened to her command,  without their gazes on the screen now all she had to do was die to get away from the games for once in her life. Eventually Coralia's thoughts slowed and her vision completely darkened; the once bright arena faded into black. 

[coralia-rylee]

-tosses you warm fuzzies-

<333 awhh. 

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Turf Dampened in Crimson @Coralia

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Talon had spent his whole life training for this very event, trained endless hours with weapons until he could use them as if they were extended limbs of his own and endured the pain of battle countlessly until the wounds merely glanced off of him without any response. One learned to tough it out and move on – it was the only way to survive. “I would have if I hadn’t been babysitting,” Talon spat back simply. “Oh shoot then, Reid’s death might have been because of that very ‘baby’, come to think of it; in that case, my apologies for saving the twerp’s ass.” Topaz was an ally that Talon appreciated having on his side, but if Reid and now Coralia – hopefully – were knocked out of the standings that meant their truce was null and void. The completion fell into place and their biggest contenders were each other. One on one. The rest would be taken care of without worry. He rolled his eyes as she commented on his company. “Oh and shark boy was more of an entertainment? What, did he dazzle you with his net making displays? He would have been a real catch I’m sure,” Talon drawled, sarcasm dripping at every syllable.  It was then that he’d launched his weight forward to collide with her frame, sending the pair of them toppling to the dampened grass and encircling his fingers around her throat. “Oh, you mean right now is too late to admit my attraction?” Talon mused, tipping his head to one side curiously. “I’m sure all of Panem would love to see my profession to darling district four.” It was all a tease, an entertainment before the main events were to come. Coralia meant nothing to him but if they were going to be in this altercation then he might as well play it for what it was worth. Who didn’t need a little entertainment and romance when one was trapped within an arena such as this? “Oh Coralia, just tell me you love me back!” He professed with a vigorous throttle of her throat with his hands, bending his head down to press a sloppy and drawn out kiss against her lips. As she fussed beneath him he could only chuckle. He had the advantage here. He could do whatever his little heart desired - - A howl of pain and anger escaped from parted lips as he straightened up, the heel of her boot having come in forceful contact with the back of his leg and dragging along the sensitive flesh with malicious intent. His distraction had been enough for her to free her arms and throw her palm into the previously injured portion of his face, the blood flowing instantaneously from his nose. They tussled briefly for a moment before Coralia grasped tightly onto his wrists and freed herself from his chokehold. “Do you like me that much?” Talon gasped after a moment, swiping his sleeve under his nose to clear his face of the leaking fluid, sniffling and gathering his wits about him once more. “I think we certainly would have made a great pair.” The time for fun and games were over though. Coralia or Talon would need to end up bleeding on the turf within the next few minutes. “It truly is a shame,” He grumbled, spinning his sword slowly around his fist as he closed the distance between them at a miniscule pace. “We certainly could have gotten along, ruled these games together.” With a flick of his wrist the sword was pointed towards her and driven forward while his free hand grasped onto the front of her jacket firmly, forcing the blade to make contact with flesh at close range.

[coralia-rylee]

Coralia knew that Talon was a trained career, and showing her mercy was nothing something that would be at the top of his priorities. In these games there could only be one winner, and in order for her to come out of this obvious death match of a battle; she was going to need to try harder. Of course the male's comments about her district partner struck her nerves, but she came to the conclusion that returning his sarcastic digs would only distract her further, and that was what he wanted. Either way, his death had obviously been caused by either the male from one, or Talon himself. With the sword in his hand and his arrogance when he stumbled upon her it didn't seem out of his league. 

She had known when Talon brought his lips to hers it was not a display of affection, more than likely savoring her powerlessness and proving that he was the one with the greater advantage as she continued to struggle beneath him. Perhaps this had been the event which caused the brunette to come to her senses long enough to force the male off of her. Coralia the struggled to her feet, "of course I love you back." She answered breathlessly, her hand going to her throat for good measure, wiping her mouth almost disgustedly as the male grasped his sword. 

She knew instantly at the lack of blood that covered the object, that Talon couldn't have been the one to kill her partner. "Don't you know the rules Talon?" Coralia cooed, "you either kiss me or kill me, you can't have both." The brunette knew her only chance of survival was to get a hold of the only weapon in distance; his sword. "It's just too bad you didn't find me sooner I guess, I would have been a better alliance than one." She took a quick step towards Talon, her obvious intention to grab his own weapon but his own movement caused her to freeze in place. The female awaited for Talon to approach her before she moved again, perhaps she could pull his weapon wielding arm behind him. This was instantly ruled out as his contact with her jacket knocked her off balance.

A strained gasp came from her lips as his sword was forced through her abdomen. The brunette stumbled towards him, grabbing his shoulders to keep herself on balance as she stared down at her stomach, almost praying for the cold metal not to be removed as she knew her current indescribable pain would intensify. Great, fucking fantastic. "T-talon..." Coralia coughed unevenly, pausing upon realization she had nothing to say. She swayed slightly, her grip on the fabric of his shoulders weakening as her world began to blur from focus. If anything was obvious to her, it was that the female from four would not be the victor of the seventy second annual hunger games. 

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Turf Dampened in Crimson @Coralia

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coralia-rylee:

She was lost. The fact of the matter was as simple as that – Now that Reid was suddenly taken from her she wasn’t sure what her plan of action should be. It was actually almost touching to see the young woman so effected by the loss of her contribute, though at least she hadn’t reduced herself to a sobbing mess. Coralia was still a career, even if she wasn’t sure of her proper path at the currently moment. It wouldn’t be difficult for her to move on once she figured out what her next step in these games would be. It was too bad she hadn’t thought quick enough. Certainly she was smart enough to realize sticking around in one place like she was wasn’t the best plan of action but perhaps she was hoping to lure in some innocent prey and murder them right then and there. She was capable of it… At least if her prey that fell into her trap wasn’t a career of the same stature as herself. An innocent outlier probably would’ve been just a simple entertainment for her. Talon however, was much more of a threat. He could tell she wasn’t happy with his company, the fretful glances at the blade clutched in his hand for one thing as well as that fearful glow that consumed her eyes even with her attempts at appearing nonchalant. She did put up a good act though, returning her bored expression with one of his own. “The pleasure’s all mine, four,” Talon cooed back, cocking an eyebrow slightly as her voice changed into an angry hiss. Well, it sure seemed to not take too much effort to get under the little lady’s skin now did it? “You see this is why I never favored by district partner,” Talon explained with a wave of his hands to indicate the whole situation. “I mean really, if I had spent my morning mourning her death upon arrival in the arena things wouldn’t have been any fun at all. You need to get your act together,” he teased, rolling his eyes. A moment later he lunged forward, sword held at the ready. Coralia was prepared for his attack – Talon wouldn’t expect any less – and had grasped onto his wrist once he’d gotten close, twisting him around. He managed to get a slash across her shoulder before she’d released him with a kick to the healing flesh of his knees, sending him easily to the ground. He gritted his teeth as pain flew through the injured flesh before forcing himself back to his feet. “Oh, so you’re saying you were able to outrun it?” He stated with a huff, dusting himself off, “Or were you just lucky enough to have little ol’ Reid around for your protection? That’s sweet, right there.” He might not be the quickest, but he certainly held brute force ability over her head. Lunging forward again he threw his body full force at her, fingers clenching around her throat as he slammed her back to the bloodied surface beneath them. Squeezing his fingers tightly around her throat he cut off her breath, the tip of his sword breaking skin as he traced it along her cheek. “You know, I always kinda liked you. You seemed to know what was going on, seemed smart enough to make it through these games alive. It’s a pity you chose the wrong alliance.”

[coralia-rylee]

Talon was quicker than she has anticipated, even with his injuries. She should have suspected nothing less, him being a career of course he wouldn't let an injury such as that stop him. "Either way, I see you couldn't." She suspected he would be angry at the fact that the flames of the giant fire had managed to injure him so severely, but to her bad fortune the wounds didn't seem fatal.

Coralia’s hand automatically went to her shoulder to assess the damage, it was immediately greeted with what seemed to be a steady flow of crimson. Fantastic. Although the grimace on her face was quickly turned to amusement when she saw the flash of pain that swept across the other tributes face. “I guess it’s too bad you didn’t have me for a district partner then, hm?” Coralia asked, raising her brow and letting go of her grip on her injured shoulder. “Only I can’t say I was as fond of your company as I was his.”

Coralia shouldn’t have been as unprepared for his attack as she was, unable to get any correct stance before her body slammed into the damp and bloody grass beneath her. The brunette’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden feeling of pressure on her neck, panic overtaking her senses. If she didn’t do something quickly he was going to suffocate her. Even through her struggle Coralia couldn’t keep her sharp tongue from holding back her thoughts which sounded quite muffled, but obviously sarcastic as she forced them out along with her remaining air. “It’s such a shame you didn’t admit your attraction to me sooner.”

She gasped, squeezing her eyes closed and gripping the grass below her as she tried to think. He seemed to be in good condition, too strong for her to force him off. She carefully moved her foot, bringing it down with as much force as she could manage on the back of his own leg and dragging it down on the injured limb. She used this opportunity to get her hands infront of her, slamming her palm into the careers nose before grabbing his wrists. It took more strength than she had expected to get the male slightly away from her and more herself into a kneeling position, breathless and gasping for air as she kept a hold of him. “I’m sure we would have been great friends.”

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Turf Dampened in Crimson @Coralia

Talon knew that he was down, but he most certainly wouldn’t allow himself to be out. These games were brutal but he was not going to allow one simple mistake to destroy his odds. He would keep fighting, and he would win this in the end, perhaps with a little less flesh upon his shins but the victory would certainly be worth it. He’d begun walking as soon as he felt it were possible, crossing the opening Topaz and he found themselves within in order to satiate his thirst with the spout of water that Topaz had discovered. He forced himself to keep active in any way possible over the several hours he was allotted by Topaz to recuperate, resting on and off but keeping himself in action as much as he could when not. Then Topaz had taken off, disappeared within the maze and left him behind and Talon began to wonder if this was the end of their alliance. Certainly the pair of them wouldn’t last forever and Talon hardly expected Topaz to stick around despite his improvements. A cannon had sounded and Talon forced himself to move. Sitting still wouldn’t accomplish anything and if a threat was nearby then he wanted to be sure he faced them like a man. After shuffling along the path for close to an hour Talon came upon what must have been the scene of the crime, a young girl crouched over a bloodied patch in the dirt – certainly the body had been taken away by the Capitol minions already. Withdrawing his sword Talon weighed his odds of an ensuing battle with the girl – whom he identified easily from her form as the target he’d had his eyes on all along. District four, Coralia. Did her saddened state mean to indicate that her partner had been already taken care of? It would be foolish of her to befriend such a fool to begin with, but if she’d gotten close enough with any other tributes outside of her district it would almost have been unheard of. So then Reid must have been the one at the wrong end of the cannon a short while ago. “My, my. Fancy meeting you here. Coralia, is it? Am I right?” He wrapped his fingers tightly around the handle of his sword, observing her from a far. “I don’t mean to pry or anything but am I going to see that fisherman’s sad little face up in the sky tonight? That’s too bad,” He murmured, shrugging a shoulder in the direction of where he’d seen the Capitol symbol displayed in the nights of the arena. “Would you like to join him up there in the sky? I can certainly help you out with that one.”  He nodded, ‘I guess I’m a giving guy.” Shifting his stance easily he stepped forward, “But don’t worry, I’ll send you up there to be with him regardless,” he murmured before lunging forward, the tip of the sword aimed for her body.

[coralia-rylee]

Even after Reid's body had been removed from the arena, Coralia had returned to the scene after fleeing long enough to collect water and regain her composure. Not to be dramatic or sensual, but basically because for once in her life she was out of ideas. As she had suspected, her partners body had already been moved, probably taken back for some type of burial. The brunette easily sat down, her legs crossed as she drummed her fingers on her knee impatiently. She hadn't counted on her partner being out of the games so quickly, especially with his skills that impressed even her; but that didn't seem to matter now.

Time passed, perhaps too long for her to have been staying in the same place, especially so far into the open where another tribute could easily see her. Maybe the tribute who had killed Reid sill lurked nearby, whoever it was, if Coralia herself didn't make them pay she was almost certain someone else would. A male's voice broke her out of her current thoughts, it was smooth and unafraid, it could have only come from someone confident in their current position.

Coralia stood quickly, her boot making a disgusting noise as it sunk through the blood soaked grass. She quickly recognized the male as district two's tribute. Her eyes quickly focused on his sword; what she could have already accomplished with one of those. "Two, what a pleasure to see you again." She drawled, an almost bored expression on her pale face. Of course she was simply hiding her nervousness, she had lost the element of surprise and with the lack of a weapon; the odds weren't looking good for her. 

"Shut up, Talon." Coralia hissed, Her heart began to beat quickly in her chest and she swallowed hard to aid the dryness in her mouth. The brunette's eyes widened as Talon lunged for her, quickly stepping to the side and clutching a hold of his wrist to pull him past her. The brunette released his arm only after, sending a hard and forceful kick to the right area of his knee pit to knock him to his knees. "Gotta be quicker, two. Although I doubt you are, the burn marks on you justify that." She chuckled lightly, this was useless, she wouldn't win, but she could still make a mockery of district two's tribute. 

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The Ship Has Set Sail For The Last Time // Reid&Coralia

Reid was not going to win. As soon as the spear entered his chest it was done. His lung was punctured and he would be dead in minutes.

All he could think about was how his mother was going to be all alone and would have to watch another of her loved ones die because of the games.

Topaz had walked away but Reid heard the rush of another tributes feet.

“Coralia?” he wheezed out.

[coralia-rylee]

The sound of running and loud noises caused Coralia's body to jerk, she swung around as she dropped the berries in her right hand. "Reid?" Her voice came a little too loudly for her own comfort as she turned on her heel and began to sprint around the corner, her eyes wide and adrenaline soaring. Perhaps it had been nothing, but she had to be sure. The second Coralia rounded the final corner to where she had left Reid, she realized splitting up to look for food had been a terrible idea on their part. For a moment she was frozen, but the second the brunette heard the figure on the ground utter her name she snapped back to focus. 

"Reid!" Coralia hollered, not bothering to check for any danger before running over and kneeling next to him as she stared at the blood that pooled from his chest. There was nothing she could do, no way that she could save him now. "You're okay... you're fine." She told him in a high and commanding voice, trying to comfort him in any way that she could as she carefully smoothed his hair back from his face in a motherly manner. But as much as she wanted to assure him, she knew that his wounds were not fixable. 

He had been so concerned for his mother, who would surely be watching now as her son was slowly dying on television, unable to prevent his death or even protect him any longer. She was sure that all of Panem would be watching now, intrigued by the new bloodshed and she suddenly felt disgusted and sick, training her whole life for something like this. "She's proud of you, Reid." Coralia told him hoarsely, the brunette suddenly fell quiet at a loss for words as she stared at her dying district partner. Her hands went up to the locket around her neck, removing it quickly with her trembling hands and snapping it around his own. 

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Taking On This Rough Sea Together // Reid&Coralia

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“Sorry Cor,” he still held on to his district partner, “Yeah, I’m fine. I see you are too,” he laughed. 

With the sun setting they were both obviously not tired following the whole fire ball situation so they decided on heading back the way Reid came from, regardless of the boobietrap.

They spent Day 3 of the arena gathering berries and whatever other odds and ends they could use as weapons. Both were hoping to be sponsored soon. What was Dustin doing? Briella was obviously out of the picture, so he hopefully was finding them some. Not quick enough though.

As Day 3 came to a close they saw the face of a boy neither of them knew flash into the sky. 15 were left. This time last games only 11 were still standing. The gamemakers probably had something in store.

Both being tired and drained, they decided to take turns sleeping. Each having about 3 hours rest before the other would wake them and take their place. They had already passed the place where Reid had started and took up camp in a heavier grove of bushes.

Reid’s suspicions came true in the morning when he was on his 3rd awake shift. The sky was suddenly filled with smoke and he could feel the heat of flames again, “Coralia get up now!!,” he yelled while shaking her awake. Before she could even fully wake up he had her on her feet and running, he grabbed as many of their supplies as possible before following behind her.

The gamemakers must be laughing now, ‘Let’s have the sea goers of district 4 feel some heat.’

[coralia-rylee]

Coralia tried not to let down her guard as the seemingly blissful day passed by the pair of tributes, but it was exceedingly difficult as day three passed by with an almost blissful easiness. It was only when night had fallen and the two tributes were watching the Capitol anthem play overhead did she come to her full senses and recognize once more that they were still in the hunger games. Fifteen tributes remained which meat there had only been nine deaths, probably not enough to satisfy the Capitols taste for hunger. But she kept herself quiet in fear of ruining either of their good spirits.

The district seven boys face flashed in the sky as she turned the other cheek, sitting cross legged just out of view of anyone who may pass by or gaze down the pathway. It wasn't long after she had drifted off to sleep for the second time that night when Reid had shaken her awake. A unimpressed scowl forming on her face until she realized something was wrong. The structure and previous serenity of the arena had been abandoned and instead replaced by the scorching sound of spitting sparks as flames engulfed the once tall hedges. By this time she was already on her feet, being half pulled along by Reid until she had properly gotten her footing.

"There's not going to be enough water anywhere to put that out, we need to outrun it." Coralia yelled breathlessly over the sound of falling bushes blazing flames which nipped hungrily at their heels. It seemed like they had been running aimlessly for far too long, and the last thing they needed was to bump into any other tributes along the way. Her newly found need for thirst began to occupy her mind as it searched for any water, a small yelp escaping her lips as a flame managed to reach the skin behind her arm but she continued her pace without faltering. This wasn't any scenario for two people who grew up by the water like they had, but everyone knew fire was no match for the cold, cleansing water of district four. "Got any ideas?" She asked through clenched teeth as they turned another sharp corner. 

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Taking On This Rough Sea Together // Reid&Coralia

Day 2 was coming to a close and no canons had sounded since the initial bloodbath. 

Reid didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand it brought him closer to victory but on the other hand, kids were losing their lives.

Back on his feet walking he was still wondering where his “friends” were. He wanted to find at least one soon. Even though they would be his ally, everyone turned into an enemy soon enough. Only one would return home.

Throwing a couple berries into his mouth, he wished for nothing more but a decent meal. His mother was probably sitting down for dinner right now, if she hadn’t lost her mind yet. 

His poor mother, Marina. First her husband, Reid’s father Finn, was in the arena and lost his life and now she would have to watch her only child fight to live as well. He ran the single pearl on the necklace she gave him between his fingers again.

“I hope your still with me dad,” he thought to himself,  ”Give me the strength to-.” His thoughts were suddenly cut off. His foot sunk into the ground and he heard this weird clicking noise and suddenly a huge light emerged from behind him. It was a fireball.

Taking off running he used as much strength and agility he could to get away from it. Of course it wasn’t going to be this easy. The gamemakers weren’t just going to have them kill each other. They needed more entertainment. 

He could feel the heat behind him. 

He had been running for what felt like half an hour, when suddenly he collided with something. Wait, it wasn’t a thing. It was a person.

He didn’t care who it was he laid on top of them until the fireball flew over their heads and hit the adjacent wall. 

Getting to his feet quickly he prepared the brick and branches. Hopefully this person didn’t have better weapons.

“Get up and face me,” as the person stood though he realized who it was, Coralia.

“Oh my god Coralia,” he didn’t care that they should be killing each other, he ran up and hugged her. Regardless, she was the only person from home he had.

[coralia-rylee]

With the second day in the arena ticking away, combined with the lack of a canon ensured that Panem would be more than hungry for bloodshed. This is the only thing that kept Coralia's drowsy senses on top alert, being sure that the gamemakers would be attempting to cause some sort of excitement or slaughter. The sun was mid way through setting overhead, giving her the impression that she must be walking west; but that didn't really mean much to her in this giant maze where she was walking towards nothing.

A small rustling could barely be made out over the hedges, sounding quite a ways away. However, as Coralia fixed her posture and began to listen more intensively  it sounded as if the noise was getting closer. Great, someone or something was coming towards her, and it sounded fast. The brunette didn't back away, but instead quickly made her way around the next bend towards the noise. Perhaps she would have the element of surprise to her advantage, as she knew she could easily kill even without the stone knife in her pocket with her current level of adrenaline that was coursing through her veins.

Her heartbeat could be head in her ears as the person began to get closer and she prepared herself to grab them, if luck was on her side they would be untrained or maybe even smaller than her. But as the noises progressed she realized whatever was coming towards her was running as if their life depended on it. And it probably did. She made her way around the corner curiously and her eyes locked not on the brown haired and strongly built male, but on the fireball behind him. Shit.

"What the hell!" The brunette hissed upon impact, falling backwards just to be squashed by the weight of someone else. With her eyes scrunched tightly closed, she managed to cover her face as she waited for the heat of the fireball to engulf both of them entirely; or for whoever was beside her to deliver the final blow as she was rendered basically helpless. When the burning sensation of pain didn’t come after a few long moments, Coralia’s bright eyes opened; shoving at the person who had basically saved her life. Ready to show Panem what she was capable of and to ensure no one would doubt that this girl which had scored only a mere seven had the acquired taste to kill without a glance. 

'Get up and face me.' Coralia was instantly on her feet, her eyes met not the cold ones of a heartless tribute, but instead the familiar sea-like of her district partner. She felt his arms around her and paused for a moment before shoving at him. "You scared me to death!" The brunette hissed, an almost motherly tone to her voice as she narrowed her eyes at the male before she stepped forward, forcing him into her embrace again. "Jesus Christ Reid, Thank God." The tribute whispered under her breath, "are you alright?"

[dailypercy]

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Reid Riverton and Coralia Rylee of District 4

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Theseus » End day 1

'In Greek mythology; the labyrinth was an elaborate structure designed to hold in the Minotaur, a mythical creature which was half man and half bull but of course was thought to be dangerous. However, the creator of the labyrinth Daedalus had made it so cunningly the he himself barely managed to escape it after it had been built. Eventually, the Minotaur which dwelt at the center of the labyrinth itself was killed by a hero Theseus under order of the king. So was that what these remaining fifteen tributes were to be referred to as? The Minotaur which lingered helpless in the massive labyrinth which had been created by the Capitol for their own insidious agendas, just to be eventually slaughtered by the command of someone higher than themselves?' 

'But if the Capitol must have not anticipated the full story of the labyrinth had they gone as far into detail as she. If they had indeed made the arena which such a meaning as hidden as the one she had conjured. Perhaps no weapons had been provided to the tributes because of the fact that said hero, Theseus, had proven that with an object as simple as a piece of thread; he could successfully find his way out again.' 

Coralia cringed as the rock in her hand crashed into her finger as she got lost in her own thoughts, leaving behind a nice red scrape mark. However, the brunette continued to hammer the two rocks together; being careful to muffle their impacts the best she could with her jacket. She had been at this for sometime, carefully sharpening the only three flat rocks she had managed to salvage from the wreckage which was once the cornucopia. Making weapons in the wilderness was definitely not her forte, although she was trained in the art of battle most things had been handed to her easily since birth. It had taken some time for her to adjust her mindset to primitive time. Luckily for her; building up armory took limited supplies. The largest stone she had managed to find had a relatively flat side and was currently was undergoing the process to become her actual blade. She had even been desperate enough to spit on the stone due to the fact that wetting sped up the sharpening process. A larger and smooth rock was used to chip away the blade shape from the core after she had hammered it thin enough to chip away at.

Coralia would go as far to say that she was almost peaceful. It had been promptly noon when she had begun, sitting with her legs crossed in the only beam of sunlight that seemed to find it's way over the large hedge in her part of the arena. She hadn't as much of seen another tribute, let alone had the chance to attack them but she would not underestimate any of their abilities; for all she knew they could be watching her at this moment. Another rock which she had hammered into a sharp tip laid beside her; however the brunette had no intention of making this a blade. Instead she removed it from its resting place and proceeded to use it to refine her almost finished projects edges. In a moment she held up the sharp piece of stone, not bothering to test its sharpness before stuffing it in her pocket. A squeal escaped her when the tip poked her stomach, causing her to shiver and remember to use greater caution. As now evening approached she decided that sleeping, although necessary was not an option for tonight as she hadn't yet covered much ground. And with the cover of darkness, the brunette easily took off at a nicely paced walk. She smiled slightly before falling back into thought.

'Maybe the Capitol is so fragile that something as small as a handful of thread; the labyrinth could be beat. That with any sort of tool provided; an error was visible and more than likely expected. Perhaps the Capitol was no different than the creator of the labyrinth himself; the man who almost got himself trapped deep inside it's walls. The man who would have been thought to have so much authority; almost did not find his way back to safety again and was outsmarted by someone who had no intention of doing anything but surviving himself.'

'If she wanted to survive; she could not think the the Minotaur who had been kept imprisoned inside the walls of the labyrinth for so long just to be slaughtered by Theseus; she had to think like Theseus himself. The man who had proved to the world that he alone could slaughter the monster inside and find his way back through the giant maze despite what it had been created to do. 

'Perhaps she was over thinking the simple meaning behind the maze she was currently in and the Capitol sat laughing as they enjoyed the show; oblivious to her thoughts about old myths and tales. At the seemingly deadly girl who had received a mere seven despite her plans to set her arrow aflame, perhaps if she had shown the intelligence she acquired in this mind of hers; she would have done better. But that didn't matter now.'

'Or would the Capitol eventually become nothing more than Daedalus? Always wandering in the mess he had created for himself.'

[coralia-rylee]

Eyes Open » The Countdown

Coralia’s breath hitched in her throat as the small tube closed around her, the suffocating and claustrophobic feeling threatening to encase her as it finally began to rise. Her stomach churned with a new found nervousness and she tried her best to keep still as the harsh light made her squint.

The brunette knew all eyes of Panem would now be on the twenty four tributes as they waited for them to begin brutally slaughtering each other; she knew her brothers and parents would be watching her expectantly the moment they picked her out from the crowd. The whole idea left her feeling anxious and nervous, despite the fact that all twenty three of those tributes wanted her dead. Her face quickly becoming confused when she recognized the interior of a building, they were inside a large coliseum; something she had never seen before. She soon noticed the lack of weapons in the center of the building and she was immediately ready for something strange to happen as Panem would be hungry for bloodshed, weapons or not.

Coralia’s eyes scanned the large room as the countdown began to ring in her ears. Thirty five. Don’t let your brothers see you get slaughtered. Thirty Four. Remember what your trainer taught you. Thirty three. These people aren’t your friends. Thirty Two. Get to a weapon somehow. Thirty one. Don’t mess up your hair.

Thirty. Jesus, just survive.

The shaking of the earth below both interrupted her thoughts and triggered alarm bells inside her head. She turned as the girl from district ten fell from her own pedestal, her eyebrows raised in what could only be amusement. That is until the bombs designated, spraying blood and other juices everywhere as she was reduced to barely nothing. Coralia’s arm was showered in a red substance, a disgusted scowl falling on her concentrated face as she resisted the urge to wipe the disgusting liquid from her skin - she may as well get used to it. The tribute soon became occupied with keeping her own balance, she cursed under her breath as she waited for the final seconds to count down; the sounding of a gong being her cue to dart from her platform and onto the shaking cement floor.

The brunette took quick back steps away from her platform as a pillar came down with excessive force, crushing where she once stood and blocking her view from the other tributes. She hoped Reid was alright as she could no longer see him through the falling debris, but this made it obvious that the only available option now was to escape alive and intact.

Coralia heard the loud crashing of cement and pillars as they crashed to the ground, showering her in sharp slivers of rock and cement. Boom. Don’t look back keep running. Slam. She could see the exit through the haze of debris and dust that surrounded her. Slam. A bolder visible from the corner of her eye crashed down onto a girl to her left, but she kept her focus.

Coralia threw herself from the building as yet another pillar fell infront of the exit way she had chosen, blocking out any glimpse of sunlight from the dark corridor. She tumbled onto the ground, gripping her arm as she rolled over herself once. When she finally opened her bright eyes which were squeezed closed from impact; they darted madly around her surroundings and her mind made quick work figuring out the position she was inShe stood shakily, continuing along the darkened hallway as her fingers traced along the cold enclosure. Her heartbeat was at top speed due to her adrenaline as she attempted to see through the blackness. Only when she saw sunlight did the brunette take off at a jog, stopping when her feet hit the solid ground of outdoors and squinting until she could see through the harsh light; the arena.

With her face visible due to the absence of darkness and falling chunks of rock, her irritation with the previous events were clearly evident in her features. This wasn’t just any normal arena, it was a labyrinth, a huge maze with no way out other than to win. The brunette took a few cautious steps forward as if waiting for the entire maze to suddenly burst into flames, her eyebrows knitted together out of curiosity as her hand which was now covered in small cuts reached out to touch the hedge beside her.

Boom.

“Dammit!” The brunette hissed, pulling her hand back as her heart pounded from the startling noise. The canons had begin to fire and she counted eight in total as she waited for her heartbeat to regulate itself. Eight dead, fifteen left to die. She turned to ensure that no one stood behind her lurking; but she was indeed alone. Besides the simple fact that all of Panem would be watching with interest at this very moment. Perhaps she was feeling to at ease here for her own good; especially after surviving the first twist the gamemakers had thrown her way. She would see tonight who hadn’t been so lucky.

“Right. Weapons.” Coralia told herself, her mind bringing itself back into it’s usual mode as she began to pick up rocks from the pile of debris which lay around the broken coliseum. Wondering when she would have a run in with another tribute; and how long she could stay here before she was forced to continue through the dangerous labyrinth. She found herself absentmindedly scrubbing her right arm clean of the girl from ten’s blood as she dug through the rubble.

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[coralia-rylee]

smile, you'll go out in style.

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Stinging Air Of Disappointment // Reid&Coralia

[reidriverton-blog]

Walking in immediately his thoughts were correct. Coralia was livid. She had trained longer and harder than Reid had and she only received a 7, he knew she deserved better.

He let her rant it out before he responded. 

“I saw. The scores are ridiculous. All the ones are surprising too. I feel like a failure,” that was the truth. He felt like he let down his parents and District 4. What made it worse though was that the other 2 career males scored 10’s, 6 points higher than him. “Listen. We know we can do this. It’s just what a bunch of prissy little high class fairies think about us. These scores mean nothing when it comes to one-on-one fighting.”

“My Dad scored a 9 when he was in the games. He made it almost to the end but not because of his score. He had no training at all and he was able to make it that far. We can do this, we just gotta keep our heads straight and not let it get to us.” he wanted to be as reassuring to her as he could. She was just as angry as he was but they couldn’t let it consume them. They had to focus on their survival and taking out the other competitors.

[coralia-rylee]

Coralia paused at Reid's words, the anger that she had previously shown was instantly hidden as if she was speaking with her younger twin brothers. "Hey... don't feel like a failure." She told him gently, scanning around the room for a brief second as she bit her bottom lip in thought. "Just because they didn't see that you're worth more than a six doesn't mean anything, they just have a different perspective on things." As much as Coralia tried to appear appear apathetic as most careers seemed,  it was not an easy task. For someone who had grown up showing concern for people in distress; perhaps her father should have done a better job with brainwashing her.

"A nine is very good Reid, he must have been very talented." Coralia told the male infront of her, forcing an almost apologetic smile across her face. "I'm sure he's very proud of you." She figured it must be hard for Reid to have to go through the games knowing it was the way his father was killed; let alone having grown up without a father in the first place. She wished she could agree with him, to tell him that they could do this. But in the Hunger Games there would be no we. In their reality as they would be forced to enter a game where only one person can win and losing means certain death. There's no other way out of the Capitols game and they were merely pawns. She decided to brush off the statement.

"Dustin wont be very happy, will he?" She changed the subject quickly, not wanting to have to explain her thoughts with the male infront of her. She knew he deserved to win; he had the heart combined with the skills. Despite her previous plans of entering the games with the intention to fend only for herself, she knew that Reid was someone she would be drawn to protect if he needed it. She knew he had the mental capability of handling himself even after the things he would see if he came out alive. He reminded Coralia a lot of her youngest twin brother, he was who she expected him to resemble someday and if she wasn't alive to see them grow up she wanted Reid to be there.

[reidriverton-blog]

Stinging Air Of Disappointment // Reid&Coralia

A 6? Really?

As soon as the number appeared on the screen Reid knew the district would feel ashamed of their tributes again. Coralia had received a 7, one point higher than his own but not what they were aiming for.

The other two career males scored 10’s while the other two career girls scored 1’s. Points meant nothing really but it still angered Reid to score so low. He thought he had done well enough to impress them. His father had scored a 9 so he felt like he had failed him.

Your score basically gave all of Panem what the likely hood of you surviving was. It wasn’t always right, but for the most part it was.

The 2 previous victors had scored mere 7’s and became victors so why couldn’t Reid with his 6. There has been victors who haven’t even killed anyone and won their games. It just came down to how prepared you were when a tribute came to attack you or for one of the gamemakers tricks.

‘Coralia must be pissed,’ he thought to himself. Opening the door he made his way down the hall towards her room. Knocking on the door he was ready for her wrath, at least it wasn’t towards him. “Coralia! Open up, it’s Reid!”

[coralia-rylee]

Coralia stared at the television with a blank look on her features. ‘Why had Reid only scored a six?” The thought crossed her mind for a brief instant before she saw her own. She knew her district partner was probably just as skilled as the other careers, but in the end it all came down to presentation. “A seven?” she mimicked the announcers voice, anger evident in her voice. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Of course she knew her own training hadn’t gone well, Coralia was never good at impressing people but now it became apparent that there was much more she could have shown the game makers to prove her skills.

The knock at her door came a few minutes later, she knew it must have been Reid. Standing, she brushed herself off and walked to the door, opening it slowly and seeing the male from her district. “Reid” Coralia greeted, a touch of anger still obvious in her voice but she attempted to mask it as she held the door open for him to come in. The brunette waited until he was fully inside before she let it close, “the tiny girl from nine got an eight, aswell as the girl from twelve!” She hissed, spinning around on her heel and moving to sit down. The score really meant nothing to her, it was simply something for intimidation but she couldn’t imagine the thoughts going through the minds of her families back home.

Coralia sighed, moving her hand to pick at the polish on her nails. “It’s alright.” She said dully, moving to meet his gaze, “it’s just a score, it doesn’t mean anything… I know what you’re capable of.” She attempted to comfort him, knowing that he too would be angry about his score if a seven angered her. She knew his father was in the games but had decided not to bring it up in fear it would be a touchy subject. She sat in silence for a moment before realization set itself in once more, "I DID NOT TRAIN MY WHOLE LIFE FOR A SEVEN!" She hissed again, not bothering to try and mask her anger. If she was this angry Reid must have been upset aswell.