#task:011

[reed-macphee]

Reed sat in the viewing room after he had gotten his umpteenth drink that day. Reed hadn’t been able to sleep, not after the conversation he and Cassia had had. He couldn’t forget the feeling of the young girl, his own blood,’s arms wrapped around him the previous night. Part of him didn’t want to forget the feeling of the hug, not when it was possibly his last from her, but part of him wanted to forget everything. But Reed knew he couldn’t do that. He needed to be there for Cassia, and Cain, and to do everything in his power to get one of them preferably Cassia out. He anxiously rubbed his hand over his face as he waited to see what arena awaited the tributes. Soon the man made appearance of a mall appeared. It could have been worse. He watched the camera panned around each tribute’s face as the clock counted down. “May the odds be ever in your favor, Sis.” He said softly as the horn blared.

[kitty-bites]

Calico was still getting the hang of being not only a mother but basically a single mother with a very demanding job since her boyfriend was of no use when it came to caring for their infant. She had lucked out in having a pretty uneventful night the previous night and so she was more rested than most days as she rounded the corner and entered a viewing room only to realize it was already occupied. “Sorry, I didn’t know this room was taken. Do you mind if I join you? I don’t want to miss the Games starting while trying to find an empty room.”

[velgroverp]

activity check! (task 011)

for this week's task, there will be an additional option with our first event! please complete one of the following prompts before activity check is conducted this 08/24 @ 7.59 gmt-6. if you are choosing to substitute your activity this week with a thread (starter/response), or event prompts, please follow the corresponding steps below.

completing task:

create a moodboard or graphic with a focus on any specific theme in your muse's life. provide a caption or prompt explaining the theme and how/why it's significance has shaped or affected your muse. your answer must be at least 150 words. if you need ideas on themes, consider the below.

hobbies and skills: what is something that your muse enjoys doing? or what is something they've learned how to do recently?

quiet moments and solitude: what do the quiet moments in their life look like? or what does 'me-time' usually look for your muse?

dreams and goals: what is something that your muse hopes to achieve? or what future does your muse envision for themself?

once you have prepared your response, please tag your post with "vel:task".

event prompts:

you may complete this week's activity by writing a self para or event thread. self paras must be at least 400 words to count towards activity.

once you have prepared your response, please tag your post with "vel:task".

substituting task with thread:

keep the title format - activity check! (task 011).

in the body, please indicate "thread for activity check 08/24".

link the body with your thread response.

tag your post with "vel:task".

make your post!

[calix-angel]

Task:011

The Launch

Calix looked down at the clothes laid out on the metal bench for him in the Catacombs. He honestly had no idea what the arena could be based off of them, although he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be a natural arena. He had kind of figured as much but he was honestly clueless to what the uniform could be signaling. Calix put the clothes on and tucked the hair scrunchie into his fanny pack before stretching his muscles out a little more and stepping into his launching tube. Calix was calm, he was as ready as he’d ever be and so he knew he just need to go out there and do what he was trained to do. If he was worthy of being a Victor then in time that would come. There was no reason to work himself over it. He also knew too much excitement could be harmful so he stayed alert but calm. Slowly the platform began to rise below him. Instead of bright sun blinding him it was softer sun coming through skylights. He looked around carefully, it appeared to be a mall. He could work with that, although he was already sure that there were a lot more dangers in the arena than just his fellow tributes. His eyes moved to the Cornucopia filled with shopping bags. He couldn’t tell what was in them so he just tried to spot a bag that seemed the right size for a bow and arrow set. The countdown began as Calix scanned the pedestals for his allies before looking at Cassia and shooting her a look that told her not to try anything or get in his way. He turned his focus back to the bag he had mentally picked. ‘Three, Two, One...’ Calix’s feet hit the smooth tiles as ‘it’ began.

[please-save-kathryn-blog]

Task:011

During the hovercraft ride Kathryn couldn’t help but keep looking around. What were the other tributes thinking and feeling? Every once in a while Kathryn would look to Fiona to see if the girl her age seemed to be as nervous as she was. Soon a peacekeeper approached her and grabbed her wrist. Kathryn closed her eyes as the tracker was injected into her arm. Soon the hovercraft landed she was ushered into her loading room. She was changed into her sweater and kilt, something that gave her a little comfort since she figured that meant a natural arena, before being put into the tube. 

Slowly the platform began to rise, bright sunlight filling the tube, soon Kathryn felt wind in her hair and the smell of water and earth. Kathryn’s eyes adjusted to the sunlight before shooting around. Her platform led out to a valley. The arena looked massive. ‘Trees, plants, hopefully fresh water, this is good.’ Kathryn thought to herself. Kathryn’s body was paralyzed with fear that if she moved the slightest inch she would be blown up before the games even started. Suddenly her mind shift to the lady’s voice counting down. ‘Get stuff from the Cornucopia and then get away.’ She reminded herself.

Three...Two....One...

The horn blared and Kathryn took off, being thankful for her speed. Kathryn quickly reached the Cornucopia, not many tributes being there yet. She began looking for a backpack or weapon but as she rummaged through the Cornucopia she heard a noise and spun around. It was Myron from District Nine, Kathryn lunged at the boy but was shoved backwards. He grinned maliciously “You know, some people might feel bad for you but not me. I’m going to enjoy killing you.” Kathryn’s body froze as panic and terror filled her and the boy grabbed her. Her body was on autopilot and it did the one thing her mind knew would hurt without a doubt. She brought her knee up as hard as she could between the boy’s legs. The boy groaned and let go of Kathryn as he fell to the ground. It was fight or flight time and her mind picked fight. She quickly glanced around but didn’t see a weapon so she drew her heavy boot back and kicked Myron in the temple. Over and over and over before bringing her foot up and using all her weight to bring it down on his throat. She didn’t know if the boy was dead or would die later from his wounds but she did know he sure wasn’t moving or making sounds anymore and there was no surviving what she had done to his brain and trachea.