half a loaf of bread - hook - key - goggles - ashoka - iodine tablets - backpack - assorted tea leaves - one baby bird carcass - tea cup and saucer from set - hot plate - kettle - original arena outfit (replaced with one provided) - wood from the bed post - corkscrew - wine bottle
weapons ;;
ice axe - star wand - rusted bow and arrow(s) - collapsible scythe - crowbar - titanium chain whip fuck ya - 2 titanium double bladed knives
location ;;
fucking dovecote
injuries ;;
all injuries assisted in healing with green tea injured left wrist (healing) - abdomen wound (healing) - severely injured jaw (healing) - shoulder wound (guess what, healing)
food ;;
green tea, a baby bird carcass, and half a loaf of bread
It is a bit harder after the fall, but you manage to grapple onto the District 3 package. As you start to pull at it, you notice Nathaniel has just walked in. Unsure if he will take offense to your snatching of his package.
She turns her head around to see Nate and his bitch walk in but could honestly care less. If the boys wanted to die they could do something about it but walking away seemed like the best idea. She grabbed the pack and shoved it in her larger backpack along with the one labeled District Two. Before leaving the dovecote, she attempted to snatch the five shuriken and a corkscrew alongside a bottle of wine. However, it seemed everyone was fucking pissed all of a sudden and getting out didn’t seem like it was going to happen.
Mecha Pelican swoops at you with a buzz saw jutting out of it’s chest, just as you rip the first District 2 package off.
Seeing the pack fall to the ground with a thump, Izara was able to throw herself off the wall quickly enough to avoid the massive fucking buzz saw but her shoulder screamed in pain as she hit the ground. She grabbed her bag off the floor and threw it in her backpack so she knew she wouldn’t lose it. A few choice words left the woman’s mouth but she got upoff her ass and climbed back up the wall to snatch the district three pack because it happened to be closer anyway. Her shoulder still wanting to detach from her body.
Unsurprisingly, the drawbridge eventually fell to its natural state and once it did, Izara walked across the glorified plank of wood and into the manor. Knowing the place by heart at this point, she followed the sounds of other tributes up to the roof, before making her way to the dovecote.
Once she reaches her desired location, the victor sizes up the tributes currently participating before rushing up to the dovecote to see exactly what there was to take. Noticing the packs hanging from the wall, she cursed her injured shoulder. Pushing through the immense pain and thankful that she had a somewhat good idea of how to climb, Izara decided to take the risk and snag both the one labeled district two as well as district five. Because fuck the royal. Though the bird seemed to be a little asshole, she tugged on the secured packs while trying not to piss it off too much.
It took all Izara had in her not to scream and burn down the entire arena when she awoke to realize she could only see out of her natural eye. The bionic one had been turned off for whatever fucking reason and now she was forced to readjust her senses to make up for the lack of perception. Of course the Capitol and its spawn would resort to disabling a tribute who had a great chance of winning just to make things more interesting. Of fucking course.
Izara made herself another cup of the green tea, pretending as though she was shoving India’s head into the boiling water instead of leaves. She assumed it had something to do with the fact that she didn’t die overnight and felt marginally better in the morning. It hadn’t killed her yet and her body felt a bit more functional so she must be doing something right.
After drinking her cup of tea and cooking her second to last bird carcasses the same way as she had the night before, Izara checked on all her wounds and seeing as the bleeding had stopped and the flesh was beginning to knit itself back together mostly, she packed everything up into her backpack and swung it over her good shoulder. The other one still hurt like hell.
Nothing had happened up north since she arrived, and despite her state of pain still, the Victor craved the excitement of the Games and she sure as hell wasn’t getting any by sitting at a zipline tower.
Wishing she had a quicker way to get south, Izara made her way slowly back to where she had come from the day before. As she neared the manor she realized that all the doors had been locked and there seemed to be no way to actually get inside.
Assuming the Gamemakers had some shit planned for the day, Izara ended up on the left side of the manor. As she grew closer, the past victor noticed that the drawbridge was drawn up towards the builing. So she sat her ass down right where it would collapse and didn’t care who saw her. Still fucking getting used to having one functional eye.
Recovered as much as possible from the fight with the royal and that dead kid, but still pretty beat up because... well human. Walked around a little, killed poor Faye but she really wasn’t serving any purpose and that other person in the iron maiden probably drowned. Dried off and spent the rest of the day, and night, resting in the northern zipline tower.
items ;;
half of a loaf of bread - hook - key - goggles - ashoka - iodine tablets - backpack - assorted tea leaves (effects unknown except for red) - a few baby bird carcasses - tea cup and saucer from a set - hot plate - kettle - original arena outfit replaced with Capitol-provided one - wood from the bedpost
weapons ;;
ice axe - star wand - rusted bow and arrow(s) - collapsible scythe - crowbar
location ;;
northern zipline tower
injuries ;;
same as before, but many are mostly healed though still recovering and quite weaki'm so lazy
food ;;
a baby bird carcass and some tea using the green leaves i hate me using ooc shit
The zipline tower provided a bit of protection from whatever shit the Gamemakers were planning on throwing at the tributes, Izara included. She set up camp real quick before running back to the main water source to fill up the kettle she had gathered. After boiling the water and adding a few iodine tablets for good measure, she reached into her backpack of shit and pulled out one of the baby bird carcasses before dropping it into the boiling water.
After making sure the meat was cooked all the way through, Izara chowed down on that bird of the world until full. Thankfully the little buggers were fat and she was left with another two dead birds to eat as she found fit. After filling herself up on mostly baby bird she tore the bread loaf she had kept so far in half and ate that as well.
Izara walked back to the stream river thing to dump out the chicken juice water and refill the kettle again. Following the same procedure as before, she boiled it completely and added another iodine tablet before picking a tea at fucking random and plopping it into the kettle.
Hopefully green tea wouldn’t kill her. A girl could dream.
In the distance you can see the drawbridge towards the manor you are so familiar with.
Gross. Even the happiness of the lust shrooms doesn’t make the manor enticing anymore and she turns again and ends up heading north again to set up camp in the zipline tower.
It’s Marzipan! But before you can do anything, the bridge collapses under the weight of you and the heavy device. Marzipan floats down the river and is stuck at the drawbridge while the iron maiden is now underwater. Still possible, but a major hassle to deal with if you want to complete it. Good thing you’re so happy from the lust shrooms.
Fuck, even the lust mushrooms couldn’t combat the initial wave of anger that flooded Izara. Quickly replaced by happiness and euphoria as she swam out of the water, Izara watched as the iron maiden slowly sunk to the bottom of the water. Well, Marzipan wasn’t exactly floating her lusty boat at the moment so no losses there.
Izara took a few moments to replace the bandages that were now soaked and used a bit more of her antiseptic cream to retreat the wounds before heading off on another adventure. She heard a rumble in the distance that didn’t seem like a good thing, so she headed back south for no particular reason.
As you go west, you notice another iron maiden sitting in the middle of two rickety bridges.
With the euphoria taking over Izara’s innate sense of self-preservation, she decided to put one foot in front of the other and begin to walk across the bridges. Though her wounded and exhausted state almost caused her to go over the edge of the bridge, she was able to catch herself and walk extremely slowly to the center. Getting back would be another story.
But hey, at least there was another little present. Hoping for someone a bit more interesting, and maybe male, she peeled away the bandages around the top of the squirming person.
“Oh look who it is,” her words were lighter than she meant, almost kind in a sort of way. Thankfully, though it affected her outwardly the mushrooms didn’t remove any sort of disdain Izara felt towards each and every Capitol citizen. Her escort included.
“Bye bye,” the words fell out of her mouth in a hushed whisper before the iron maiden slammed shut and silenced Faye’s screams before she could open her mouth. Oh well. Shrugging her shoulders, Izara smiled to herself and let her mind wander to a fine piece of ass she had known in her past that would definitely make this mushroom affect much more productive.
But alas, she decided to climb down from the rickety structure that was now completely useless and wander. The effects of the mushrooms were still clouding her judgement, but maybe she was heading west?
Through the fields of plants and fungi you travel, one of which is a pink-spotted mushroom. POOF. Now you’re full of lust and euphoria. Quite the new aesthetic for Izara. You’re at the tower and can see something at the top.
It is an iron maiden, inside you see a mummified figure struggling to escape. There is writing on the edge of the device.
“Closing the iron maiden on this victim will grant you sponsor points. It is up to you if you’d like to see who it is first, or even free them if you’d like.” (The lust shrooms won’t affect your ability to kill this person).
All of a sudden Izara’s pain became... enjoyable. Her nerves were on edge in a way that threw her mind off guard, the conflict between the two quickly solved when the pink dust completely settled onto her body. The iron maiden really put a damper on her mood, but just as quickly the sensation from the mushrooms overcame the discomfort and bloodlust for a quick second.
Though before she would have slammed the iron maiden shut without a second thought, the effects of the fungi delayed her initial reaction just enough to where she found her hand opening the device as though it was altogether separate from her mind.
So weird this structure, that towers in the distance. There is a field of plants and fungi to traverse through in order to get to it.
The arena really doesn’t give anyone a break does it? The walk to the structure took a dramatic toll on Izara, her blood loss was still greatly affecting her energy levels and though the bandages and treatment she had given herself earlier were helping her body was still recovering from the shock of the wounds and being incapacitated for so long. Eventually, with most of her body screaming in pain, Izara reached the strange wood tower and caught her breath on the bottom level.
After pulling herself together and checking the status of her bandages, she got herself the fuck off her ass and decided to climb what she now realized was a zipline tower. Hopefully it would give her a good birds-eye view and maybe some space away from other tributes for the time being.
It may have been hours since Izara first passed out in front of her special room, maybe it had been days. When she finally opened her eyes it felt as though all of the energy had been drained from her system and when she noticed the growing pool of blood around her body alarms began to go off in her mind. Fucking assholes could have at least finished the job.
Her body was weak and still incapacitated, but somehow a little silver parachute floated down next to the woman from Two and settled down just within reach. Using her mobile right arm, she unscrewed the lid to find a first aid kit and a shot of what was labeled as adrenaline. Still lightheaded and delirious from the events prior, it was all she could do to plunge the needle into her thigh and let it find its way into her bloodstream. A few moments passed before Izara began to feel the effects of the boost of adrenaline course through her body, but it was more immediate and affective than that of the tea she had earlier.
Now, with just enough energy to do so, she stood still slightly off-balance and was able to unlock her door and lock it behind her again before falling to the ground. Izara pushed the backpack away and opened the medical kit to begin treating her wounds.
After first placing a morphine tablet on her tongue and letting the horrible taste spread throughout her mouth, she opened the rubbing alcohol and soaked one of the gauze sponges thoroughly before pressing it against her jaw wound. At some point before passing out, the knife had been dislodged and the blood had poured from the wound on her face and the gauze both soaked up the blood and killed the bacteria that had probably begun to form. After her jaw stopped bleeding, Izara used her right hand again to cover it in antiseptic cream and then a bandage and secure it tight enough to keep out any pesky infection. Looks like avoiding the murky water is a must now.
After treating the most immediate wound, Izara fed off her adrenaline shot to maneuver her body in a way that made her wounded shoulder reachable. The angle was uncomfortable, but the morphine and adrenaline were enough to keep her conscious through the pain that was still very present. Using the alcohol soaked gauze again, Izara pressed onto the wound and bit her tongue as imaginary flames licked at her skin. It felt as though a hot poker was being held against her flesh and just dragged back and forth to increase pain. Once the pain subsided somewhat she decided the wound was as clean as it would get and covered that in a bandage too after placing a hefty amount of antiseptic cream on the destroyed skin. Thankfully, her right hand was always the one she preferred.
Her midsection was still bleeding profusely, so she went to address that wound as well the same as she had her shoulder. And it hurt like a bitch.
Now, onto the wrist wound that had been giving her shit the entire time. She followed the same procedure with that wound and slapped a bandage on it as well. By that point her head was beginning to fog up again and exhaustion and blood loss continued to take its toll on her body.
By the time she regained consciousness, it was the middle of the afternoon and though her injuries were still throbbing with pain most of the paralytic and hallucinogens had worn off enough for her to gather her bearings and head back out to the arena. No one was about to see Izara give up because some asshole couldn’t follow through with her death.
She grabbed her shit, threw her shit over her good shoulder, and was able to leave the manor in one piece. For the time being, at least. So, with a higher chance of surviving than before, she headed north to some weird structure that she thinks is to the east but who really knows.
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