Tagging → Nike, Lolita Savara, Wes Vipoint, & Phox Blackwell.
Time frame → Day #2 of the Arena.
Spare one night of staying up excessively late due to an elevator incident during one of the evenings of training, Nike was very good about going to bed early and waking up early as well. That being said, although there was no major source of illumination in the area, her circadian rhythm told her that she had enough sleep.
She rubbed her eyes and rose up to her feet, beginning a few simple stretches to get the blood circulating through her body once more. She did these in haste, knowing that she would be beside herself if someone, god forbid, had gotten the one-up on her.
She folded the blanket neatly and clutched it close to her before rounding around the corner to see the three other tributes in her party dozing. How easy it would have been for the girl to do all three of them in right now. She would be lying to herself if she didn't have think about it for a moment. With more than half the remaining tributes still alive though, and a ton of items to carry, she acknowledged their continued importance.
Enabling the use of the low-quality night vision goggles once more, she began to look through the bags for some sort of assistance in lighting. To her joy, she found two items of interest: a pair of high-quality night vision goggles and a flash light. She returned the blanket she had used for the night into the bag along with the low-quality pair of goggles. With a flick of a switch, she had light. It was awfully bright, probably because they were blanketed so heavily in darkness.
A scan of the area showed the bloody remains of yesterday's battle. The air was starting to smell rank with death. No doubt Nike enjoyed the kill, but the after-math was nothing to joke around about. Her face warped in disgust in response. It was time to leave and resume the game lest the gamemakers introduce something to get the careers moving a bit. She wouldn't put it past them to throw a ringer at the strong careers for entertainment.
``Wake up, wake up, wake up,” she said about a-hundred times, passing the bright beam of light onto each of the three other tributes' faces in an attempt to wake them up instantly.
