Rowan Archer

Hunter by day, hunted by night. A demigod I may be but it doesn't change anything.

[callofthecapitol]

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

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The Huntress Alliance vs Rowan

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Arena Day One

Location: North East

Weapons: Axe

Items: Pack 6

Injuries: Sword wound on arm

Notable Events:

Survived the bloodbath, killed a Roman, walked and camped in this godforsaken maze. Joy.

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Roman Around \\ Arena Day One

As I ran blindly away from the Cornucopia I found myself running through a concrete maze. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, just preoccupied with putting as much distance between myself and my fellow tributes. I’d heard the cannons, I knew how many people were dead and I knew that my days alive were numbered if I couldn’t get far away from the blood lust of people who I had considered my friends.

Finally I slowed, hunched over in the vine covered walls as I fought for breath. My heart hammered wildly in my chest, panic and adrenaline coursed through my veins and I could tell that it was only a matter of time before someone caught up with me. It was then that I heard the clanking of metal, turning I saw the silhouette of a soldier. The plumage on his hate denoted him as a Roman and from the dead look in his eyes I knew he was a ploy from the Gamemakers.

“Yield demi-god, or fight.” He squares his shoulders and I’m left with very few options. I glance around, looking for any other way of escape but the only way out is the way I came and running into the clutches of another tribute. Shoving my pack more firmly onto my shoulder I clutch the axe in my hand, sweeping out at the Roman as he stands still. He was unafraid of me. Why should he be? I was a waif thin girl and he was some Capitol invention that feared no one and nothing.

I moved into striking distance, the axe striking and glancing off the roman even as he drew his gladius. He struck with deadly accuracy, leaving me scrawling backwards in an attempt to avoid the strong arm of the blade wielder. Yet as I back up, the blade caught my arm. Blood dripped down, loosening my grip on the axe as my back hit the vines. I had nowhere to go and as the Roman bore down on me I had only one more weapon up my sleeve. He lifted the sword, ready to snuff out my life as my hand went up to protect me. I heard the groan of metal, the sound of a gasp as I peaked up to see the Roman now tightly held by the vines that covered the maze. He had no place to run and as the vines squeezed the life out of him, I knew I was safe.

I ripped off a piece of my shirt, wrapping the makeshift bandage around my arm to ebb the bleeding as I walked further north into the maze. It was quiet and as dark fell, I dropped down into the dark corner of the maze. It was then that I pulled the pack to sit in front of me, chewig on the jerky I found and wrapping the sleeping bag around me as the Fallen played. So many were dead, yet so many had survived. No doubt hunting and biding their time until they could slit my throat. Tomorrow was another day. If I survived the night that is.

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Interview: Rowan Archer

Zenovia: Next up is another beautiful and strong young lady. All the way from District 11, give it up for Rowan Archer! *crowd screams and claps*

Rowan: *walks onto the stage, smiling and waving shyly*

Zenovia: Don't be shy, dear, I don't bite! *laughs* So, Rowan, how are you enjoying the Capitol?

Rowan: You'll forgive me if I doubt that fact right? It's the Capitol, everything is bright and in your face. I think I prefer home, no offence.

Zenovia: Of course. *laughs* Well, there's no place like home, right? Anyway, tell us how you feel about being a tribute.

Rowan: *is silent for a long moment before releasing a sigh* I hate it. I was ripped from my bed and thrown into a hovercraft with kids whose only crime was to be born to absentee parents.

Zenovia: Uh-huh, I see. It seems a lot of people were unhappy about that. *takes a short break of silence* Moving on.. let's talk about your Private Training score. You received an impressive 9. You must be happy about that, yes?

Rowan: It's just a number. It means very little in the grand scheme of things doesn't it? Tributes with double digits die at the hands of tributes who barely scraped by with a mediocre score. But yes, I'm happy with it.

Zenovia: You are very right. However, you did seem to catch the eye of one of the sponsors. Is there anything you would like to say to Ms. Lily Swifthall?

Rowan: *bites her lip nervously* I'd like to thank her for believing in me and that if I manage to continue to hold her interest I will endeavour to win for her.

Zenovia: I'm sure she will take those words into great consideration! So, Rowan, is there anyone at home waiting for your return?

Rowan: There is. My brother Reagan and my mother. I'm sure they are worried about me but I hope that I'll be home with them again really soon.

Zenovia: We hope so too! One last question, will we be seeing you in an alliance with anyone in the arena?

Rowan: I guess you'll just have to see? I'd hate to ruin the surprise.

Zenovia: Well wait and see we will! *laughs* Rowan, any last words before we unfortunately have to say goodbye?

Rowan: I'd just like to say that everyone should avoid Vincenzo Bach like the plague. He is a liar, a womaniser and a drunk. Feel free to throw rotten eggs, tomatoes and other assorted vegetables at him when you see him. *she grins at the camera before standing up and strutting off the stage*

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Interview: Rowan Archer

Zenovia: Next up is another beautiful and strong young lady. All the way from District 11, give it up for Rowan Archer! *crowd screams and claps*

Rowan: *walks onto the stage, smiling and waving shyly*

Zenovia: Don't be shy, dear, I don't bite! *laughs* So, Rowan, how are you enjoying the Capitol?

Rowan: You'll forgive me if I doubt that fact right? It's the Capitol, everything is bright and in your face. I think I prefer home, no offence.

Zenovia: Of course. *laughs* Well, there's no place like home, right? Anyway, tell us how you feel about being a tribute.

Rowan: *is silent for a long moment before releasing a sigh* I hate it. I was ripped from my bed and thrown into a hovercraft with kids whose only crime was to be born to absentee parents.

Zenovia: Uh-huh, I see. It seems a lot of people were unhappy about that. *takes a short break of silence* Moving on.. let's talk about your Private Training score. You received an impressive 9. You must be happy about that, yes?

Rowan: It's just a number. It means very little in the grand scheme of things doesn't it? Tributes with double digits die at the hands of tributes who barely scraped by with a mediocre score. But yes, I'm happy with it.

Zenovia: You are very right. However, you did seem to catch the eye of one of the sponsors. Is there anything you would like to say to Ms. Lily Swifthall?

Rowan: *bites her lip nervously* I'd like to thank her for believing in me and that if I manage to continue to hold her interest I will endeavour to win for her.

Zenovia: I'm sure she will take those words into great consideration! So, Rowan, is there anyone at home waiting for your return?

Rowan: There is. My brother Reagan and my mother. I'm sure they are worried about me but I hope that I'll be home with them again really soon.

Zenovia: We hope so too! One last question, will we be seeing you in an alliance with anyone in the arena?

Rowan: I guess you'll just have to see? I'd hate to ruin the surprise.

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Interview: Rowan Archer

Zenovia: Next up is another beautiful and strong young lady. All the way from District 11, give it up for Rowan Archer! *crowd screams and claps*

Rowan: *walks onto the stage, smiling and waving shyly*

Zenovia: Don't be shy, dear, I don't bite! *laughs* So, Rowan, how are you enjoying the Capitol?

Rowan: You'll forgive me if I doubt that fact right? It's the Capitol, everything is bright and in your face. I think I prefer home, no offence.

Zenovia: Of course. *laughs* Well, there's no place like home, right? Anyway, tell us how you feel about being a tribute.

Rowan: *is silent for a long moment before releasing a sigh* I hate it. I was ripped from my bed and thrown into a hovercraft with kids whose only crime was to be born to absentee parents.

Zenovia: Uh-huh, I see. It seems a lot of people were unhappy about that. *takes a short break of silence* Moving on.. let's talk about your Private Training score. You received an impressive 9. You must be happy about that, yes?

Rowan: It's just a number. It means very little in the grand scheme of things doesn't it? Tributes with double digits die at the hands of tributes who barely scraped by with a mediocre score. But yes, I'm happy with it.

Zenovia: You are very right. However, you did seem to catch the eye of one of the sponsors. Is there anything you would like to say to Ms. Lily Swifthall?

Rowan: *bites her lip nervously* I'd like to thank her for believing in me and that if I manage to continue to hold her interest I will endeavour to win for her.

Zenovia: I'm sure she will take those words into great consideration! So, Rowan, is there anyone at home waiting for your return?

Rowan: There is. My brother Reagan and my mother. I'm sure they are worried about me but I hope that I'll be home with them again really soon.

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Interview: Rowan Archer

Zenovia: Next up is another beautiful and strong young lady. All the way from District 11, give it up for Rowan Archer! *crowd screams and claps*

Rowan: *walks onto the stage, smiling and waving shyly*

Zenovia: Don't be shy, dear, I don't bite! *laughs* So, Rowan, how are you enjoying the Capitol?

Rowan: You'll forgive me if I doubt that fact right? It's the Capitol, everything is bright and in your face. I think I prefer home, no offence.

Zenovia: Of course. *laughs* Well, there's no place like home, right? Anyway, tell us how you feel about being a tribute.

Rowan: *is silent for a long moment before releasing a sigh* I hate it. I was ripped from my bed and thrown into a hovercraft with kids whose only crime was to be born to absentee parents.

Zenovia: Uh-huh, I see. It seems a lot of people were unhappy about that. *takes a short break of silence* Moving on.. let's talk about your Private Training score. You received an impressive 9. You must be happy about that, yes?

Rowan: It's just a number. It means very little in the grand scheme of things doesn't it? Tributes with double digits die at the hands of tributes who barely scraped by with a mediocre score. But yes, I'm happy with it.

Zenovia: You are very right. However, you did seem to catch the eye of one of the sponsors. Is there anything you would like to say to Ms. Lily Swifthall?

Rowan: *bites her lip nervously* I'd like to thank her for believing in me and that if I manage to continue to hold her interest I will endeavour to win for her.

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Interview: Rowan Archer

Zenovia: Next up is another beautiful and strong young lady. All the way from District 11, give it up for Rowan Archer! *crowd screams and claps*

Rowan: *walks onto the stage, smiling and waving shyly*

Zenovia: Don't be shy, dear, I don't bite! *laughs* So, Rowan, how are you enjoying the Capitol?

Rowan: You'll forgive me if I doubt that fact right? It's the Capitol, everything is bright and in your face. I think I prefer home, no offence.

Zenovia: Of course. *laughs* Well, there's no place like home, right? Anyway, tell us how you feel about being a tribute.

Rowan: *is silent for a long moment before releasing a sigh* I hate it. I was ripped from my bed and thrown into a hovercraft with kids whose only crime was to be born to absentee parents.

Zenovia: Uh-huh, I see. It seems a lot of people were unhappy about that. *takes a short break of silence* Moving on.. let's talk about your Private Training score. You received an impressive 9. You must be happy about that, yes?

Rowan: It's just a number. It means very little in the grand scheme of things doesn't it? Tributes with double digits die at the hands of tributes who barely scraped by with a mediocre score. But yes, I'm happy with it.

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Interview: Rowan Archer

Zenovia: Next up is another beautiful and strong young lady. All the way from District 11, give it up for Rowan Archer! *crowd screams and claps*

Rowan: *walks onto the stage, smiling and waving shyly*

Zenovia: Don't be shy, dear, I don't bite! *laughs* So, Rowan, how are you enjoying the Capitol?

Rowan: You'll forgive me if I doubt that fact right? It's the Capitol, everything is bright and in your face. I think I prefer home, no offence.

Zenovia: Of course. *laughs* Well, there's no place like home, right? Anyway, tell us how you feel about being a tribute.

Rowan: *is silent for a long moment before releasing a sigh* I hate it. I was ripped from my bed and thrown into a hovercraft with kids whose only crime was to be born to absentee parents.

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Interview: Rowan Archer

Zenovia: Next up is another beautiful and strong young lady. All the way from District 11, give it up for Rowan Archer! *crowd screams and claps*

Rowan: *walks onto the stage, smiling and waving shyly*

Zenovia: Don't be shy, dear, I don't bite! *laughs* So, Rowan, how are you enjoying the Capitol?

Rowan: You'll forgive me if I doubt that fact right? It's the Capitol, everything is bright and in your face. I think I prefer home, no offence.

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Lily selected those tribute as potential sponsor: Marlee or Rowan 

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ROWAN ARCHER 9

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Congratulations or Commiserations: Infirmary with Marlee

I went and delivered the good news to Marlee. It was nice to hear her so excited about a phone call home. We might have borrowed a wheelchair and had a few races before I took her to her room to settle in. But the fun stops tomorrow. 

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Congratulations or Commiserations? || Marlee & Rowan || Infirmary

[prettylittlemarlee]

I frowned, shaking my head. “No, you are,” I reassured her. “I know it. You come down to the training centre every day and work hard- there’s tributes who sit around and do nothing, I haven’t even seen them. That takes bravery, to come forward and try.” I didn’t like Rowan doubting herself, I wanted her to see herself as special as I saw her. 

"They will be," I agreed with confidence. I wanted to talk to them so badly, which was why I just held Rowan’s hand and let the nurse examine me, clearing me for discharge. I knew I could walk, but when I saw the wheelchair, I got a devilish smile on my face and nodded eagerly. "We’ll take it for a joyride," I whispered with glee, climbing into the chair and gripping the arms of it with delight. 

Rowan pushed me out of the infirmary where we were meant by a long and empty hall. “We should see how fast this thing can go,” I grinned. “There’s no worry about hurting me, I’m about to get my injuries patched up anyways!”

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Marlee was excited about this suggestion and as she climbed into the wheelchair I was glad I could give her a little bit of joy after the day she'd had. Maybe in the arena she'd remember this with a fondness when she was hungry and scared in the dead of night. I pushed her out of the infirmary, spinning her around as we raced up and down the hallways for a few laps. 

Our laughter mingled together and by the time we finally made one last lap of the hallway I knew it was time to head up and get Marlee to bed. It was high time she was treated for the injuries that dotted her skin and her family would be waiting for her. "Come on kid, time for bed."

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Congratulations or Commiserations? || Marlee & Rowan || Infirmary

[prettylittlemarlee]

Me and Mallory were the winners! I grinned brightly, so happy to share the victory with someone I liked. And on a strategical level, the target wasn’t just on my back, but on hers too. Being alone at the top was never good, hopefully I could sneak by on still being the cute little girl, but I doubted that. Now people might not underestimate me as much as before. “Thank you,” I said softly. “Why didn’t you do it?” 

Her question made me light up and I thought for a moment. “I’m going to tell them how much I love them, and about all the stuff I did this week, and then maybe Geoff will have some advice for the Games. He gives the best advice,” I explained. “And then probably how much I love them again.” I hadn’t gotten to say much to them when I was kidnapped, so now that I got a whole conversation I’d have to plan it out. 

Rowan’s fingers gently stroked a few strands of hair from my forehead and I closed my eyes just a little at the touch, gentle and soft. I was incredibly tired and worn out, but now that I had the exciting news I didn’t want to shut my eyes. I nodded a little, I wanted to go upstairs. The nurse came over again and lifted the hem of my shirt up, checking out the cuts remaining from the dozens of splinters I’d had (and subsequently had removed) on my stomach which had scabbed over. The touch hurt slightly and I found myself reaching for Rowan’s hand as she poked and prodded my burns and checked my stitches. It hurt a lot, but I wouldn’t cry. “You can go, sweetheart,” the nurse cooed. “You get to have your injuries all fixed up later tonight!” 

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"I'm not as brave as you are." I hadn't seen the point in going through the obstacle course. Especially because at the end of it all I could have been covered in scratches and broken bones but I still would have lost. Mallory had proven that to me the other day. I wasn't as strong as the rest of them and I didn't really want that fact hammered home before I'd even stepped foot into private training. 

It was nice seeing how excited she was about winning. She'd put her heart and soul into the task and now she could reap the rewards. "I'm sure they'll be excited to hear from you." 

I glanced up at the nurse as she arrived to make sure that Marlee was alright to be discharged. Holding her hand throughout the process until she was cleared to go up to her room. I helped her out of bed, my hand still in hers as I spotted a wheelchair in the corner. "You want to go for a ride in that thing?"

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Congratulations or Commiserations? || Marlee & Rowan || Infirmary

[prettylittlemarlee]

Rowan sat herself next to me and I felt a sense of familiarity, like when we sat together on the hovercraft that first night. So much had changed since then, I’d done some growing up and I was proud of everything I accomplished. I tilted my head a little, surprised people were talking about it, about me. Her next words made my jaw drop. “Wait… you mean I won? I actually won?” If I hadn’t been so injured I would’ve jumped up and down. “And I get to call my family?” 

The nurse shuffled by, a wayward glance in my direction as she bustled through the room. She didn’t have to worry, I was just fine and with the right amount of painkillers could go up to my room soon, I was sure. Rowan’s comment made me shrug, which consequently hurt my burn and I winced, whimpering only a tiny bit. “I had to be brave,” I replied. “It was scary but I just did it. I wanted to prove that I can be strong, too.” 

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"You did, you were named joint winner with Mallory. I'm proud of you." She'd done something that others hadn't even tried. She'd beaten tributes who were bigger and stronger than she was. "What are you going to say to them, huh? I'm sure they'll be eager to hear from you as soon as you're ready."

I reached out pushing a strand of Marlee's hair from her forehead, careful of the wound that sat there. She looked exhausted and I wondered if I should leave. "Do you want some help up to your room? From the looks on the nurse, I think you could probably be handed over to the care of your mentor."