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@milo-keaton
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.
15th - Calliope Hudson, killed by A.J. Panier.
14th - Ashton LaRouge, killed by Aracelia Aiken.
13th - Siavash Estrada, killed by Aquarius Sotello.
12th - Polly Smitherson, killed by Benin Soto
11th - Milo Keaton, killed by Colborn Manning.
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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Arena Day One
Notable events
Made it through the bloodbath and managed to snag a weapon to defend myself. Iended up on a baseball field with the boy from Seven and we ended up allies for now . He seems nice enough, though I’m sure he’s already offed a few people.
Allies
Colborn Manning
Current Location
Snack stand on the baseball field
Injuries
None
Weapons
Rapier
Items
Access to snack in snack stand
Eaten
3 packs of peanuts and a bottle soda
An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn
“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.”
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.
An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn
“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.
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.
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.
An Unlikely Alliance || Arena Day 1 || Milo & Colborn
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?”
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.
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.
YESSICA ROJAS IS INTERESTED IN…
Tributes that appear sweet/innocent
Tributes that are compassionate/affectionate
Tributes that are free spirited
AFTER A TOUGH DECISION, YESSICA HAS DECIDED TO SPONSOR…
Milo Keaton
From the moment that the sunlight of the arena burst through the tube and Siavash was revealed in his uniform to the world watching from the outside in, it was obvious what his first move was going to be. Which item in the Cornucopia he would be running for before making his next move. His breath was willed down to a level pace even though his stomach and heart were combating each other to see which could make him feel worse. The countdown took an eternity in the time it took to count down and the boy from 10 primed himself to bolt from his platform as soon as he was physically able.
The claxon roared and Siavash felt the wind in his long hair as he ran forwards towards his prize, Ignoring the weapons closes to him as he launched forwards towards the mouth of the Cornucopia to land his hands on the book. Books were home for him, a connection to mystery, stories and information. The words on the page could hold the key to victory and Siavash wouldn’t pass up on that opportunity…
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Interview
Glint: Please welcome to the stage, young Milo Keaton of District Nine! *crowd claps*
Milo: *walks on stage, visibly uncomfortable*
Glint: So Milo, how are you enjoying the Capitol? Is it what you were expecting?
Milo: I don't know. I haven't seen much of it. We're not really allowed out much.
Glint: *laughs awkwardly* Yes, well, how about what you've seen at the training center, then? Everything has been updated from last year's games, all at the insistence of our great President, of course! *crowd cheers*
Milo: It's fine, I guess.
Glint: *smile barely noticeably falters* What about District Nine, then?
Milo: *raises eyebrow* What about it?
Glint: Come now, Milo, give me something here. *awkward chuckle* Tell me about your home. I've never been out to District Nine myself, I must say.
Milo: *bristles slightly* It's a lot quieter now that the war's over. *sarcastically* A lot fewer people to make a racket, I suppose.
Glint: *pulls a sad face* War takes it's toll on us all *crowd murmurs in agreement* Thankfully all of that is behind us!
Milo: Except for these Games.
Glint: Right you are. Now, Milo, what do you think makes you a contender for Victor of this years Hunger Games?
Milo: I'm used to hiding out in small spaces.
Glint: *nods* Yes, as one of the youngest this year, you are also one of the smaller tributes. So this is an advantage for you?
Milo: *shrugs* I guess.
Glint: So your size is a big plus for you. Anything else? Maybe something to pick up a sponsor or two?
Milo: I lived in a war zone for four years, so I learned a lot of practical first aid and survival skills.
Glint: *nods, turning to address the crowd* A very important skill set for the arena, as we saw last year. *facing milo* Well, Milo, we're coming up on the end of our time for now. Anything else you want to say to the folks watching?
Milo: *looks conflicted, before giving a resolute nod and turns toward the camera* I haven't forgotten, and I'm going to win this for you. So we can be free.
Glint: *hand over hear heart* Such touching words. Only time will tell if they come to fruition. Milo Keaton, everyone! *crowd cheers*
YESSICA ROJAS IS INTERESTED IN…
Tributes that appear sweet/innocent
Tributes that are compassionate/affectionate
Tributes that are free spirited
AS OF NOW, SHE HAS TAKEN A DEEP LIKING TO THE FOLLOWING TRIBUTES…
Calliope Hudson
Milo Keaton
District Nine
Milo Keaton: 6
Barley Dicot: 6
trouble is//melee//polly + milo
Rolling her eyes once more, Polly lunged at the other tribute in an attempt to at least cause something to happen. Boring training was one thing, people standing around on their asses and waiting for something to happen was both asking for death and making sure it wouldn’t take much time at all.
With one quick swing at her target, Polly realized that she didn’t hit exactly where she intended. Even if her aim were true and she knew what she was doing, the young boy was agile and he probably would’ve lunged out of the way before her weapon could have collided with his skin. With a whispered expletive, Polly brushed her hair behind her ear and took a step back.
Milo listened more than watched the other girl’s movements, trying to figure out which way she was going to move. While not seeming to be entirely brash and acting immediately, he could tell she had some kick to her, and definitely didn’t feel up to having his ass kicked before going into an arena a be murdered.
Suddenly her sword came at him, and he ducked, slipping to the side, but not lowering his own sword. She swore and he couldn’t help the ping of satisfaction at it. Moving in a quick, zig zag pattern, he ducked forward, feigning once, striking her lightly in the side, before jumping back, Polly’s sword slicing shallowly at him as she swung in retaliation.
trouble is//melee//polly + milo
“You’re dull as an eggplant.” Polly responded to the boy’s absolute silence with silence of her own as she continued to train. He wasn’t worth her energy to continue speaking to. After she got used to the small but weighted sword in her hand and began growing confident she could at least throw a sharp edge around enough to hurt someone, she was grateful when the trainer walked up.
Hoping he’d tell them both to get out, Polly was disappointed when he decided it would be best for the two to spar. He handed both a sparring sword, one that was a bit lighter and less dangerous than the usual lethal weapon and gave them the go ahead. “Ladies first,” Polly gestured for her partner to go first, hoping he’d drop his sword on his feet again.
Polly made another snide comment and Milo rolled his eyes, pushing up his glasses with his free hand, before watching her have another go at the dummy. He wasn’t sure what made her feel good enough to sass him. It looked like she could barely hold on to the sword she was swinging. At least he knew that he was quick, even if he wasn’t all that strong. What did she have going for her?
Before he could start slashing away with his sword again, a trainer came up and directed them over to the sparring mats, handing them new swords and telling them to go at it.
The new sword was a bit wider than the one he had been working with before, but not much heavier. Gripping it tightly, he began shuffling side to side, but made no move to attack. She threw in one more comment and he rolled his eyes, but did nothing. Its not like he wasn’t used to being made fun of.
trouble is//melee//polly + milo
After her attempt at a friendly greeting, however false, was ignored, Polly decided that this young boy wasn’t going to make it far in the arena. Not if he was going to be an impolite asshole to everyone and then go on to drop a sword nearly on his own feet. Rolling her eyes, Polly was grateful she picked up one of the smaller swords and was able to actually keep it up off the ground. Not without strain, however, but strain she refused to show on her face.
“You must not enjoy having feet attached to your body, hm?” Polly stated at the other tribute, not giving him the benefit of her eyesight. She continued to practice with her sword against the dummy, angered that her sword wasn’t making as much of an impact as she hoped it would. Either way, it would cut through flesh.
Milo scowled as the girl beside him made a snarky comment about the whole situation but said nothing, leaving the sword on the floor and reaching for a smaller one. This one, instead, was thinner, but still long and the handle fit nicely in his hand. His blood was rushing in his ears as he moved to stand near the dummies, listing the blade and slashing it against the dummy in a hail of frustration.
His arms burned as he finally let his arm fall by his side, staring at the shallow cuts littering the dummy. He was panting hard and could feel beads sweat forming on his brow as he calmed, though the anxiety of the coming days still buzzed within him.
trouble is//melee//polly + milo
After trying her hand at the survival station, Polly felt she should spend more time on how to take out her adversaries knowing fully well no one would want to sit around singing kum ba yah in the arena. In eleven, there weren’t many weapons to fool around with unless you worked in the fields and she never got anywhere near those sun-baked hellscapes.
At first, she was allowed to practice with the trainer and a less challenging dummy (both of which kicked her absolute ass). To Polly’s dismay, it was only a few minutes before another tribute strode up next to her fully intent on joining the station. “Afternoon,” she said with a false politeness before returning to her much more interesting sword.
Despite the relief that Milo felt in finding his mother alive, it was short lived and shallow in comparison to the dread he felt knowing that he was about to be sent into an arena to his death. After a restless sleep, he was up and out of the suite as soon as possible, but instead of heading straight to the arena, he went in search of his mother, knowing that seeing her would at least give him some courage to face the coming storm.
Hours of slinking through corridor and peaking into rooms amounted to nothing, though, as his mother seemed to be nowhere to be found. He knew better than to ask about her, though. Doing so would endanger not only her, but him as well.
Instead, he slunk to the training center, feeling his frustrations grow with every step. This wasn’t fair. That his mother was a mute slave or that he was here. None of it was fair. Scowling, he walked with purpose over to the melee station, looking for the most dangerous weapon he could find and deciding on swords. There was already someone there, but he ignored her, instead picking up the largest sword he could.
It was a lot heavier than he anticipated, though, and even his anger couldn’t give him enough strength to hold it properly and he dropped it with a loud clatter.
Just Give Me A Reason || D9 Suite || Training Day 1
My mom is alive. I found her and she’s alive. She’s being held captive here, in the Capitol. Though she couldn’t speak to me, seeing her, being able to hug her, was enough. It may not be likely that either of us are going to make it out of here alive, but at least I have the chance to try now.
We Have To Fight… To Run Away || Multiple Stations || Training Day 2
I wasn’t up for any combat training, so I visited a few familiar stations. First aid and survival skill were crucial during the war, so it was mostly review. Swimming, however, was a whole other monster. I can at least do some basic survival swimming, at least.
