#acpday3

[jo-my-god]

Leggo || Day 3

After ridding myself of the boy from Eight, I limp onwards with the newly found keys in my hands. Even though I sustained some minor injuries, I came out okay. Tossing him through the window proved to be worth it to be honest. I just hoped everyone else could have seen it. 

Passing back through the cornucopia, I make my way south west-ish and head for the high school I was at the day earlier. From what I can remember, I think I saw some lockers in the hallway with our named inscribed on them. The thought of what laid inside never left, I just didn’t have a key yet. If only there were some way to unlock whatever goodies lay inside now... Oh, wait, I have keys... If Bush did 9/11 and Dick Cheney profited off the Iraq war and four plus four equals eight... Do the math, I’m gonna do a little thing.

Coming through the front door, I push my way to the lockers and investigate just whose keys I have. Aquarius’s was the first one pulled, so after a little debate, I slide my key in his locker and proceed to open it.

[crafty-colborn-blog]

Day Three  x  On The Road Again

Colborn was in pain. Not the usual kind of pain. Actual pain. Everything in his body was on fire. All he could think about was how much he underestimated that little twerp from Nine. He slowly pushed the tip of the syringe into his bicep, stopping himself halfway. He put the other half inside of the medical kit he received from his sponsor. He cleaned his wounds, never getting used to the constant stinging with every touch. He wrapped his arm and side with gauze, securing it with medical tape. 

Time to deal with the eye. Colborn barely touched his fingers to the socket, and he screamed, partially with anger, mostly with pain. Morphling only helped so much, and he knew he would want some more later. He put on the eyepatch, which was annoying and kept coming off, but he eventually figured it out. 

All bandaged up and ready to get the hell out this field, he headed back towards the cornucopia to head for the building on the far east side of the arena. 

[jared-luminel]

au revoir (not) ✘ departure ✘ os

“Wait… I’m going back to the cave,” Seraph stated firmly, stopping before they get any further away.

The blonde was shocked to hear this. “I thought you wanted to go East?” 

She shook her head. “You can go… sorry, but this alliance won’t work as good as I thought it would. A rebel and a loyalist? I don’t think so, Mayor Luminel.” Her eyes glared daggers at the the royal, assuring him that she means business. 

“Fine with me~ You’re right. The Capitol wouldn’t want a devoted servant of President Brandt with someone who fought against him.” Jared confirmed nonchalantly and turned around. “I’m guessing I won’t be seeing you soon…” As they walked their separate ways, he couldn’t help but smirk. Seraph was no longer anywhere near him as she made her way back to the cave. “Good luck surviving… And I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you real soon. As a face in the sky!”

His manipulation skills never ceased to amaze people. He successfully left with almost all their supplies. Seraph was so focused on separating that she didn’t bother to think that working together was what kept them alive. Now she’s alone with hardly anything. 

Jared crossed the bridge, back to the desert island. Surprised that there was no maze that awaited him nor was there a sand storm. He found his way to the village and rested in the same house his former alliance stayed in during Day 1.

[parkeryim-blog]

Notable events

After immediately waking up, I delved further into the cave I was residing in to help my frostbite. I was cured, yet I became a glow stick. As a result, another tribute, Everest, found me. I think we have formed an alliance for the moment.

Current location

Small igloo in the northwestern part of the arena.

Injuries

Fractured rib, broken right shoulder, and cuts across his chest. All of which have been minimally treated.

Weapons

1 bullwhip, 1 long sword, 1 tomahawk, and 1 dagger.

Items

Sleeping bag, gloves, two containers, extra rope, and rose quartz.

Sustenance

Multiple squirrels and a bit of snow.

[seraphsinclair-blog]

Lane Boy > Seraph & Jared

Everest was gone and the cave was silent once more. Tension still lingered in the air, weaker but still present. One person leaving wasn’t going to clear it. It wasn’t the cave, though. Seraph got the feeling it would follow them wherever they went.

“Can’t grow attached to him, you know,” Seraph said, eyes remaining on the cave’s entrance that Everest had left through. “Letting him go this once, but will kill him if an opportunity arises. Same goes for you when we go separate ways. You are a means to an end.” Her eyes flicked to meet Jared’s, face stoney and cast by shadows. “Nothing more.”

She picked up her machete, any remaining things that belonged to her. “Think we should head East. Before the night is through.” It was less a suggestion and more a direction. She wasn’t up for a discussion, or even worse, an argument. They’d had enough of that for the day.

[parkeryim-blog]

From Nature Itself | Day 3 | Everest and Parker

I stood in solidarity, looking into the darkness that my light could not touch. There seemed to be no other life in the cave at the time. It seemed safe to continue exploring. Clenching the ropes that wrapped around my shoulders, I was torn between leaving the cave or delving in it further. The hot springs were beneficial (at least to a degree), and the possibility of finding other wonders was exciting. But I certainly couldn’t leave the cave in my state. I was too vulnerable, a glowing firefly.

I headed north inside the cave, the walls glowing fuchsia around me. The crunch of gravel and gems beneath my feet were the only sound I heard during the 10 minute duration of my walk. When I stopped, I continued to hear the crunch, my stomach lurching inside of me and a bead of sweat running through my hair. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, and for a moment, I thought even the walls were producing the sound. Whether the other footsteps were behind, above, or in front of me, there was another person in the cave.

[parkeryim-blog]

Shine Bright | Day 3

I soaked in the hot springs for a good while, letting the warmth literally wash over me as I sat on its floor, my closed eyes barely peeking above the water’s surface.

When I finally got out, my frostbite was gone. But when I wiped the water from my eyes, I saw another unimaginable event.

I glowed. It was no longer just my fingers that did, but every inch of my body glowed a bright purple-pink. This is BS, I thought to myself, trying to scrub at my arms. Though no matter how hard I scrubbed, my newly formed bioluminescence did not dim. I sighed, agitated, as I dried myself off. My tactics for hiding were now useless. At least I didn’t have the possibility of losing my arms and legs now, and maybe the glowing would stop after a while. Then again, after all the things that have happened so far, maybe it would just intensify.

I gathered my things and started walking back to the entrance of the cave. It was dark when I was walking into the cave, but given my glow stick appearance, I navigated with ease. I saw the exit, but stopped momentarily. There was another pathway that I didn’t see initially. I was curious yet listened for anything that would convince me to leave the cave.

[everest-mckinley-blog]

Patching Up

With their stomach’s full and wounds still healing, there wasn’t much for the alliance to do, except consider whether or not there should even be an alliance.  

Everest, being given the task of collecting more snow to melt, crept outside and waited until he was out of sight from his allies, then eagerly took his shoes and socks off, walking barefoot in the snow.  It was brisk, but familiar as he scooped some into the empty bottles.  

His head still throbbed, right where the dragon had slammed him up against the wall.  The swelling of the broken eye socket still hadn’t begun, but once he put some packed snow on it, he felt a slight soothing sensation and decided to face plant in the soft frost for a bit.  

After doing the same on his burning chest gash, he made his way back with a hand of snow over his eye, intrigued by the sound of arguing from his allies inside.  Everest carefully put his shoes and socks back on before seeing what was causing the stir.