It’s a 3 way tie between Rowan, Ford and Leonius !

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It’s a 3 way tie between Rowan, Ford and Leonius !
As the sun goes out and put you into near darkness, the fallen song boomed. You see those who had perish today…
Rowan Archer (12th), by Mallory, D7 and Anatolia, D7
Ford Carlyle (11th), by Medusa
Ford vs Medusa
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Arena Update: Day 1
Location: Just around the corner from letter B
Allies: n/a
Injuries: n/a
Weapons/Items: 2 daggers, sword, pack #3 (Mister D Rocks shirt, 1 bottle blue gatorade, half a brick of blue cheese, blue cookies, 1 flashlight, 3 morphling tablets)
Kills: D8 girl and D3 boy
Reflections: I'm not very pleased that we're stuck in a labyrinth, but I'm going to make the best of it. I am confident no one is near me, but if they are, I will deal with it. I keep dreaming of this girl in a white dress and I don't know why... I'm probably just exhausted. I'm looking forward to Day 2, there's only 11 tributes in my way now.
As the World Falls Down || OS Two || Arena Day One
I must've fallen asleep somewhere along the way, tired and worn out from the heat and the dirt and the exertion. I was startled awake after dreaming of a girl in a ball, one who wore a beautiful white dress and silver barrettes in her hair. I had the remnants of an unknown song in my head, the lyrics bits and pieces of something I wasn't aware I knew. This girl was being cornered and chased and stopped at this ball, harassed by people in costume and masks of various animals. She was nervous, afraid, and trapped against this glass wall. I whispered to her just before everything went white. The last thing I remember was her shattering the glass with a white chair.
Once I realized where I was and what I was doing there, I shook the girl from my dreams and made my way to my feet. Dreams are strange, I usually pay no mind to them at all. And yet, this one stuck with me as I walked through the labyrinth further, the song on repeat in my mind. Falling... falling... falling... falling in love as the world falls down. I chuckled at the irony of it all.
Labyrinthos || OS One || Arena Day One
I slipped the pack over my shoulders, leaving the boy in a pool of his own blood. I stood for only a brief moment as his soul departed from his human form. The look he gave me saddened me, mostly because this boy already seemed to have forgiven me. He nodded silently before the shimmer of his soul disappeared through the walls. He needed no help, especially not from the boy who'd just ended his life. And even if he did, this wasn't the time or the place. It was only once I finally looked up and began to flee did I see the bouncing curls of the only sibling I'd learned I had fleeing in the opposite direction. She'd seen me do it, I know she had. And now she was more than likely extremely terrified of me. Still, I wasn't going to let that get me down, so I headed into the maze without much hesitation, running in a direction even though I had no idea where it would take me.
The walls were tall, taller than anything I'd ever experienced, taller than the skyscrapers in the Capitol. I felt minuscule, like a spec of dust floating in the air. Except all eyes were on me, no doubt. Small flashes of red signaled the presence of cameras as I ran through the corridors, turning left then right then left again before finding a dead end and back tracking until I found a new path.
Part 2: Marlee, Ford, & Rowan
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Interview: Ford Carlyle
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Zenovia: That would be correct, only one survives. Now, is there anyone back home you will be fighting to return to though?
Ford: *shrugs* In a way. Am I fighting for something? Yes. A person, maybe, but that person isn't alive for me to return to.
Zenovia: Oh, I'm very sorry, sweetheart. *crowd aww's in agreement* I hope you are able to make that person proud. Unfortunately we are running out of time, however, so if there is anything you would like to say please do so now.
Ford: *smiles bashfully* I'm certain I already have, regardless of the outcome of these games. And thank you but no thank you, I wouldn't even know what to say.
Zenovia: Well, Ford, we hope to see you back here soon and we wish you the best of luck! Give one last round of applause to Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: Thank you. *stands and waves at the crowd quickly before slightly bowing and strolling off stage with his hands in his pockets*
Interview: Ford Carlyle
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Zenovia: That would be correct, only one survives. Now, is there anyone back home you will be fighting to return to though?
Ford: *shrugs* In a way. Am I fighting for something? Yes. A person, maybe, but that person isn't alive for me to return to.
Zenovia: Oh, I'm very sorry, sweetheart. *crowd aww's in agreement* I hope you are able to make that person proud. Unfortunately we are running out of time, however, so if there is anything you would like to say please do so now.
Ford: *smiles bashfully* I'm certain I already have, regardless of the outcome of these games. And thank you but no thank you, I wouldn't even know what to say.
Interview: Ford Carlyle
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Zenovia: That would be correct, only one survives. Now, is there anyone back home you will be fighting to return to though?
Ford: *shrugs* In a way. Am I fighting for something? Yes. A person, maybe, but that person isn't alive for me to return to.
Interview: Ford Carlyle
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Interview: Ford Carlyle
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Interview: Ford Carlyle
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Interview: Ford Carlyle
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
FORD CARLYLE 10
Aneurin Barnard in Moonfleet (part 28/?)
Training: Day Three
Axes and Allies || Zale || Throwing Axes || (x)
Met the kid from Four and proceeded to fail at both throwing axes and interacting for a lengthy time because real life is shit.
Fisticuffs || OS || Boxing & Medical Training || (x)
Channeled my granddad and boxed bare knuckles, which really fucked them up. I patched myself up at the medical station before heading to lunch.