spear, war hammer, bowie knife (from pack), sharpened bamboos
Packs/Items in possession:
pack B (minus two biscuits, mashed potatoes, and duck whistle), pack C (minus grenade and star apples) needle and thread, some golf balls, rope, lighter
Injuries (please note if treated or untreated):
bruise on left shoulder, healing bruise on chest, healing bruise on left arm, cut on left leg (disinfected), cut on right calf (disinfected and sewn shut), slash of cuts on chest, slash of cuts on left leg
Notes (i.e. plot advancements, general notes on what happened during the day, feelings on events):
dat hole in da ground doe. about to face off too. biggest FUUUUUUUUUUUUU ever. also i got no shirt yay
I barely got any sleep the night before. I managed to drift a little bit, but every sudden movement or jerk my body made is I fell to sleep only woke me up due to the new injuries on my body. Forced to lean against the tree trunk and the spear, I finally, and uncomfortably, was able to drift to sleep for an hour or so.
Suddenly, I'm woken up by a loud roar. My eyes fly open as my head whips about to find the source of that noise. When the roar sounds again, I know that it's fast-approaching from my left and I force myself up with the spear, hoping to get away. No such luck. Soon, the source of the noise comes BEAR-eling through and before is a large, 10-foot bear mutt on its BEAR hind legs. Of course the Gamemakers would send me a mutt for not going to the damn feast. You know, not everyone had a death wish.
Immediately, the bear swipes forward at me, forcing me to jump backward a bit as I struggle to maintain my footing. The jump throws too much pressure on my right leg and pain immediately shoots through it. A pained grunt escapes my lips as I find my ground. I quickly check my wounds and find the stitching still intact. However, that PAWS costs me as the bear swipes forward again, claws out and digging across my chest, ripping open the shirt and leaving a set of scars. I groan and wince in pain as blood trickles down my chest and what remains of my shirt. Groaning, I look up, getting frustrated at being attacked for not going to a damn feast and I ready my spear and throw it hard at the predator. He easily swats it away and I growl under my breath at what I can do.
I think quickly and pull out the boot spikes, slipping them on quickly and begin climbing up the closest tree. The bear swipes at my back and I try to kick his paws away with my boot. The spikes at the bottom are able to inflict a little pain onto him, enough to distract him momentarily. However, he quickly recovers and swipes again, his claws cutting across my left leg, this time not as deep as earlier. I force myself to ignore the pain and I finally reach a branch high enough away from the roaring bear below me. I pull out my nylon net and tie the pointy sticks at each corner to weigh it down. Carefully, I aim the net above the bear and drop it over him, trapping him below. It's not enough to bring the bear down, but it's enough to distract him as I slide carefully back down onto the ground.
I forget the spear and take out my bowie knife and stab it into the thrashing bear's eyes. Blinding him only angers him as he thrashes even more violently against the net and at me. Already, his thick claws were tearing apart the net but I needed to do this quickly. I scurry over to the side of the bear, readying my knife when the bear releases on of his paws, scratching across my left arm. I groan and grip my knife even tighter to ignore the pain. Each injury only angers me even more and finally, I thrust the knife into the bear's chest. A loud roar erupts and I pull hard on the handle, using as much effort as I can manage to slide the knife down the bear's front. Once I reach past his stomach, I release my knife and the roaring has only increased in volume. Grabbing my spear once more, I shove it deep into the exposed organs and stab it repeated in, the blood and residue splashing all over me. Soon, the roaring subsides and the bear falls limp. With a sigh, I retrieve my items and head south, down to lot 3 until I am next to a body of water.
There, I clean up, painfully stitch up my wounds and disinfect them, and eat up some chicken and another biscuit. I rest for a bit and then when I wake, I pull out the bamboo shoots and start sharpening them with my bowie knife. At least I got away with my life.
back to the forest way up Northwest. ah. home sweet home.
Allies with You (if any):
no one, no one, no wuh-uh-uh-one
Weapons in possession:
spear, war hammer, nylon rope net
Packs/Items in possession:
pack B (minus one biscuit, mashed potatoes, and duck whistle), pack C (minus grenade and star apples) needle and thread, some golf balls, rope, lighter
Injuries (please note if treated or untreated):
bruise on left shoulder, healing bruise on chest, healing bruise on left arm, cut on left leg (disinfected), cut on right calf (disinfected and sewn shut)
Notes (i.e. plot advancements, general notes on what happened during the day, feelings on events):
got forced out of my little nest in the northwest then came across Lily. Didn't want to kill her but also didn't want to be killed. Killed her, took her shit, then went back to the little corner to rest
As Kyan settles back into his safe place, he hears a parachute beeping overhead. With outstretched fingers he snatches the gift from the air, eagerly unwrapping it to find a rope (6ft long) and a lighter.
“Thanks for giving Lily what she was afraid to ask for. - Delilah Winters”
As I limp back to where I had stayed the night before, I use my spear as a clutch. When I finally reach the same opening, I rest down and begin stitching up my cuts with the needle and thread. I wince in pain, biting my lip as the sharp needle sewed the wound shut. When I finish one after what seemed like an excruciating amount of time, I spray it with the disinfectant from my pack and do the process all over again on my other wound.
Once I'm finished with that, I sigh and rest. I have no energy to set up traps and protection so I'll have to be on guard for most of the night. I let my wounds heal as I pick through Lily's pack and put on the night vision goggles as the darkness sets in. Then I finish up the rest of the cooked venison and toss out the raw meat, that probably went bad by now. I finish up the mashed potatoes and drink some more of the sweet tea, leaving just enough for another day. By now, I'm decently full and I rest against the tree trunk, keeping my eyes peeled for any oncoming dangers.
As I'm resting by the waterside, I suddenly hear a rustling from close-by. Instinctively, I gather my stuff and hide behind a tree to see who it is when Lily, the girl from Twelve, appears. She looks distraught and exhausted, and while I don't want to kill her, I know that I've done nothing since the Bloodbath. Maybe this will appease the Gamemakers and the viewers for a bit. I sigh, uttering a soft apology to someone, who knows, before I quietly step out from behind the shadows.
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