Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170626214003

I stuff all of the life saving materials back into my bag as I just sit there. I'm sitting there silently as the realization hits. I really am in this arena. The Capitol have designed life threatening animals, plants, water, and even food, just to kill me. Maybe not me in particular, but I'm sure the audience would like to see some drama happening. Or else, they would all eventually leave the room where the cameras are being displayed into the crowd. And without an audience, there is no sponsorships. And with no sponsorships, there is no money. And with no money, the Capitol gets angry.

I close my eyes and rest my head back onto the base of the trunk, now trying to figure out a plan. What should I do? Stay here until I am physically unable to? No, my muscles will grow stiff and I won't be able to run from danger, which is bound to happen soon.

A tedious sound of a small branch snapping is what makes me swim back to realization. My stomach growls, and I debate if it's even worth getting down. I mean, my knife is dull. This could barely cut a leaf. I wrestle with the options, and just decide to leap down to the ground. I wrap the backpack over my shoulder once more and slowly scale down the tree.

As I readjust the bag, I look over my left shoulder, still weary about the snap of the branch. Could it have been an animal? There are loads of bunnies here. As I look over my left shoulder, still walking forwards, I clash into something. Probably a tree, I would imagine. As I shake my head clear of the pain, I find that I clashed into a person! Who is this? As my vision begins to clear, I notice a tall, thin female with dark, curly brown hair.