Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170626221026

As I look at the begging girl, only just slightly shorter than I am, I notice the desperate hint in her voice. She does seem like she has muscle, but maybe not enough to hurt me instantly. As I am pushing myself up from the ground, brushing the loose hairs from my head behind my ear, I scan my eyes up and down the girl, deciding if I should propose an alliance request. She seems to be nice, I think I saw her in the District 11 Reaping video.

I take a deep breathe, in hopes that this would clear out any doubt that I have flying around my brain. If I ally with her, what happens next? What if we are the last two people left? Do I kill her? Do we split up, letting any natural occurance obliterate her to bits? Surely, if we stay alive together until the end, we will have at least some sort of friendship.

At last, I manage to speak through my dry, cracked throat and am just able to articulate my thoughts into words. "I won't hurt you," I say, swallowing any salivia left in my mouth. "would you like to be my ally?" I ask this abruptly, probably showing poor manners.