Colborn Manning

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Cannons are heard, sounding throughout the arena as blood is spilled. The faces of the tribute who fell in the bloodbath appear in the sky that night.

10th - Noah Bruce, killed by Jo Bakker.

9th - Elijah O'Conner, killed by A.J. Panier.

8th - Aracelia Aiken, killed by Venus Bishop.

7th - Venus Bishop, killed by Charlotte Laramie.

6th - Charlotte Laramie, killed by Venus Bishop.

5th - Colborn Manning, killed by Jo Bakker

4th - Jo Bakker, killed by Benin Soto

3rd - A.J. Panier, killed by Aquarius Sotello

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Day Three  x  On The Road Again

Colborn was in pain. Not the usual kind of pain. Actual pain. Everything in his body was on fire. All he could think about was how much he underestimated that little twerp from Nine. He slowly pushed the tip of the syringe into his bicep, stopping himself halfway. He put the other half inside of the medical kit he received from his sponsor. He cleaned his wounds, never getting used to the constant stinging with every touch. He wrapped his arm and side with gauze, securing it with medical tape. 

Time to deal with the eye. Colborn barely touched his fingers to the socket, and he screamed, partially with anger, mostly with pain. Morphling only helped so much, and he knew he would want some more later. He put on the eyepatch, which was annoying and kept coming off, but he eventually figured it out. 

All bandaged up and ready to get the hell out this field, he headed back towards the cornucopia to head for the building on the far east side of the arena. 

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After you finish your trek, you stumble upon what appears to be a large cafeteria. Upon entering, you see that it’s been through a little bit of mayhem. There’s food and liquid all over the ground and walls, coating nearly every surface. 

There also about ten or so janitors hastily cleaning the mess. You get a good look at their faces and discover that they don’t appear to be violently human. It appears that they are too distracted by the mess caused by students. However, if you mess with them, they might notice you.

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Well, this was interesting.

Colborn stopped by the entrance with back pressed up against the wall, out of sight. He scoped out the janitors, none of them had seemed to notice him yet. Weighing his options, Colborn ultimately decided to not risk being caught, they outnumbered him too much for comfort. He backed up slowly, still against the wall, until he was back outside. 

As his wounds began to hurt again, he pushed himself to jog south. In the distance, he saw a playground.

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Day Three  x  On The Road Again

Colborn was in pain. Not the usual kind of pain. Actual pain. Everything in his body was on fire. All he could think about was how much he underestimated that little twerp from Nine. He slowly pushed the tip of the syringe into his bicep, stopping himself halfway. He put the other half inside of the medical kit he received from his sponsor. He cleaned his wounds, never getting used to the constant stinging with every touch. He wrapped his arm and side with gauze, securing it with medical tape. 

Time to deal with the eye. Colborn barely touched his fingers to the socket, and he screamed, partially with anger, mostly with pain. Morphling only helped so much, and he knew he would want some more later. He put on the eyepatch, which was annoying and kept coming off, but he eventually figured it out. 

All bandaged up and ready to get the hell out this field, he headed back towards the cornucopia to head for the building on the far east side of the arena. 

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NERO APFELBAUM SENDS HIS REGARDS…

As you walk away from the dead body of Milo, you hear a beeping sound coming from the sky. It is a sponsor gift! After grabbing it, you look inside to see a medical kit, an eyepatch, some gauze, and a syringe of morphling. There’s also a note: 

“Bahaha! You showed that four-eyes twerp what for! Keep it up, kid, keep it up. - Nero Apfelbaum”

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Milo shot into a sitting position as a bell rang, the sound of it echoing into his ears. As the bell fade, he began to register the sounds of cheers and jeers surrounding. Squinting into the sunlight, he adjusted his glasses, which had moved to a funny position on his face while he slept. Pushing himself to his feet, he looked around in wonder. High in the stands were hundreds- thousands- of kids, screaming and yelling, though Milo couldn’t understand anything they were saying.

A few feet away he saw Colborn doing much the same as he was, getting to his feet and taking in his surroundings. Milo’s heart rate spiked as he realized what this all meant, and he glanced to the doors desperately, only to find them closed as he suspected. He didn’t need to go and check to know that they were locked in…

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Status Update Summary: Fought with Milo in the baseball field as people cheered us on. I killed him by thrusting his throat down onto my ax's blade. Injuries: Missing one eye, stab wound in arm, bump on head Total number of kills: 3 Items: Ax, bag of snacks, and will be taking Milo's rapier

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STATUS UPDATE - Colborn Manning - Day One

-Baseball Field / Concession Stands

-Allied with Milo Keaton

-Carrying ax and snacks

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An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn

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I wasn’t sure about Colborn’s argument that the sign was a bluff, and I definitely wasn’t sure about giving him my jacket, but I also definitely wasn’t going to argue with him about it. Not when I was trapped in such small confines with him and his giant axe.

He quickly Macgyver-ed our jackets into some kind of weird bag and then told me to start packing it in. After a moment of hesitation, I started doing as I was told, my hunger and nervousness outweighing my concern over the sign. 

Grabbing bottles of water and bags of nuts- since they at least had some protein- I threw them into the make shift bag, glancing over my shoulder at the door, hoping Colborn was right and nothing bad was going to happen.

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Nothing bad happens to either of you once you steal the food, but you have to wonder deep down, is it right to be stealing for food and not paying for it? God is always watching…

What do you do now? Do you perhaps make a camp in the stand for the night? Get some rest? Or perhaps keep exploring?

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We had our snacks in silence. We kept it to a minimum of what we ate, deciding to see how long we can make our stash last. I turned off the lights and we relied on moonlight to see. I figured that if someone happened to stumble upon this field in the middle of the night, I would rather see them coming than they sneak up on us. “Should we take turns keeping watch?” I asked my new ally. He simply nodded, not looking away from his treat. He kept yawning, so I offered to take first watch. I didn’t fully trust this whole act he was putting on anyways. Of course, his eyes widened when I offered. He probably assumed I would try to kill him in his sleep. It would be easy. One less thing to worry about later. But I decided to save my energy for bigger and badder enemies. I kind of liked having this little bugger around anyways. “No worries, friend. You will survive the night. Rest up.” I blocked up the door to the stand with anything I could find. We pulled the shutters down halfway so I could see out, but no one could see in. We took turns sleeping throughout the night

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An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn

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“Damnit. Locked.” I began to shove on the door, I could feel it starting to give in. I took a step back and started to kick, right near the knob. It only took a few tries until my foot broke through, creating a hole big enough to reach through and unlock the door. So I do.

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Congrats, you’ve broken someone’s property! After breaking the door and opening it, you step inside the dark shack. A second or two of blundering for the light switch later, you click it on and the light consumes you.

All around you are little snack foods that won’t fill you up, but will satisfy your stomach and may give you a bit of energy. There are also a few bottles of water, soda, and juice. 

You also see a sign taped to one of the walls; “Remember, no one loves a crook!” Is what it says.

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As the door swung open with a splintering crack, Colborn strode in confidently, clearly unbothered and unworried about breaking in. Glancing behind us, I’m not nearly as relaxed, unsure whether I should enter the shack after Colborn, or what outside.

“Dude you should see this. Get in here, man!”

Steeling my nerves, I glance behind us once more before following him in.

Inside the walls are lined with snack foods and drinks. On the wall is a pretty straightforward warning sign about stealing the food, but how are we supposed to pay for the snacks? My stomach growls and I realize how hungry I am. I’m not used to this much activity, and I need some more energy.

I hesitantly reach out to grab a soda, but the warning on the wall stays my hand before I can take it.

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"Hey, don't worry about it man. They put that sign there on purpose to fuck with us!" I lifted my hand to my head, finger gun to temple to emphasize my point. "Here, give me your jacket real quick. I have an idea." I watched this kid slide his jacket off, found him surprisingly skinnier than I originally thought. I took the jacket and began to button his buttons to my jackets holes, creating a long piece of fabric. Then I tied two arms to each other, followed by the other two, ending in a weird type of messenger bag.

"Go ahead and start throwing shit in here. I don't like staying in one place for too long. And make sure to keep an eye out outside. Who knows who could come strolling in here."

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An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn

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I took the look of uneasiness in his face as an agreement to search the concession stands. Ax in hand, I approached the side door of the concession stands, ready for anything to happen.

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You go to reach for the knob but find that it is locked. It seems a little old and rusty, though, implying that it wouldn’t take much to chop it down should you decide to do that.

What do you do? Do you try and force your way in? Or do you move on?

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“Damnit. Locked.” I began to shove on the door, I could feel it starting to give in. I took a step back and started to kick, right near the knob. It only took a few tries until my foot broke through, creating a hole big enough to reach through and unlock the door. So I do.

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An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn

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The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as he stopped in front of me. I could just make out a ‘7’ stitched onto his breast pocket, but couldn’t recall his name. While he seemed nice enough, the blood spattered on him was a clear reminder that he was ready to kill- and already had. But that also meant he could kill me at any time, so why hadn’t he?

Gripping my rapier a little tighter, I knew that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Not trusting myself to speak, I gave a small nod, walking as far from him as possible without looking too conspicuous, as we approached the concession stands. 

As we approached the concession stands, I squinted, trying to read the signs, my ears listening intently for any sounds of movement not from the tribute beside me.

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The signs atop the concession stand reads as follows:

“Feelin’ thirsty? Stop by for a cold pop! Feelin’ a bit munchy? Stop by for a nice snack!”

There appears to be another sign underneath that says “Opening on the first day of school!” What do you both do? Do you perhaps check to see if you can still get into the stand? Or perhaps explore more of the field. Or perhaps even leave and go somewhere else?

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I read the signs above the stands. Their corniness and child-like font made me smile. I glanced around behind me at my options. The entrance to the field, the diamond itself, the stands. Decisions, decisions.

“Hey, feelin’ munchy?” I laughed and nudged Milo’s arm. “What do you think, kid? Should we split up and look for clues?”

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I took the look of uneasiness in his face as an agreement to search the concession stands. <b>Ax in hand, I approached the side door of the concession stands, ready for anything to happen.

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An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn

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The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as he stopped in front of me. I could just make out a ‘7’ stitched onto his breast pocket, but couldn’t recall his name. While he seemed nice enough, the blood spattered on him was a clear reminder that he was ready to kill- and already had. But that also meant he could kill me at any time, so why hadn’t he?

Gripping my rapier a little tighter, I knew that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Not trusting myself to speak, I gave a small nod, walking as far from him as possible without looking too conspicuous, as we approached the concession stands. 

As we approached the concession stands, I squinted, trying to read the signs, my ears listening intently for any sounds of movement not from the tribute beside me.

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The signs atop the concession stand reads as follows:

“Feelin’ thirsty? Stop by for a cold pop! Feelin’ a bit munchy? Stop by for a nice snack!”

There appears to be another sign underneath that says “Opening on the first day of school!” What do you both do? Do you perhaps check to see if you can still get into the stand? Or perhaps explore more of the field. Or perhaps even leave and go somewhere else?

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I read the signs above the stands. Their corniness and child-like font made me smile. I glanced around behind me at my options. The entrance to the field, the diamond itself, the stands. Decisions, decisions.

"Hey, feelin' munchy?" I laughed and nudged Milo's arm. "What do you think, kid? Should we split up and look for clues?"

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An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I survey the area around me.  The field is wide and flat, though it quickly becomes clear that I’m standing in a baseball diamond. Not too far away is a figure, and I squint in attempts to see what it is, only to immediately regret it. Not far enough away from me is the boy from Seven, a large, bloodied axe in his hand. 

And he was getting closer.

I was pretty sure I could outrun him, but he had already killed- or at least maimed one tribute- so maybe his blood thirst was satisfied for the moment. After all, if he was going to attack, wouldn’t he have by now? The explaination sounded fake, but he was already only meters away and I could see a weird smile on his face.

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip on my rapier and forced myself to hold still, hoping that he might just ignore me completely.

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I could see the boy from district 9 tense up as I got closer him. The weapon he had gripped tightly in front of him was ready to swing, so I rested my ax on my shoulder and held my other hand in the air.

“I come in peace, friend.”

I smiled a friendly smile, hoping it would read genuine. I could see some blood splattered on his face, but there was a lot more on me at this moment, so I didn’t think much of it. If he killed someone, good for him. If not, then he’s probably the kind of kid I wouldn’t mind throwing under the bus later when things get hairy.

“You wanna come check out that area with me?” I gestured towards the concession stands near us. “Might be some useful stuff in there. What do you say?”

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Another year, another Games. As the twenty four tributes said their last goodyes and stepped into the pods, they slowly began their ascent to their doom. Well, the doom for twenty-three unfortunate souls. For one blessed child, the fame, glory, and riches that came with being a Victor would propel them into the Capitol Spotlight like the previous Victor, Seraph. This lucky boy or girl would join her in becoming one of two to survive the Capitol’s onslaught…

And emerge victorious as the Victor of The Hunger Games

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NERO APFELBAUM IS INTERESTED IN…

Tributes that show violent tendencies

Tributes that will stir the pot

Wild, unpredictable tributes

AFTER A TOUGH DECISION, NERO HAS DECIDED TO SPONSOR…

Colborn Manning

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Colborn whistles while he waits.

He whistles, and he paces, and even hums, occasionally, to pass the time. There seems nothing better to do with it. Nothing clever or fun in this white, sterile room. There’s no training stations, no trainers, no things to chop up or take down, in a stark contrast to the past few days.

Briefly, Colborn questions why the peacekeepers escorted him here in the first place. They hadn’t been all too nice about it, but, what was he to do? Rhea, his escort, had insisted he go when they’d barged into the suite, the woman squeaking at the mere sight of the cloud-clad soldiers. And he hasn’t exactly had an axe, either, so…

Here he was! Waiting. Waiting. Waiting… for, what, exactly?

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District Seven

Colborn Manning: 8

Pyrrha Rosewood: 1