Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170627160440

As I step into the cave, I realize it's pretty large. It could probably fit a small campfire, just big enough to roast a rabbit or another small mammal. The cave is cold, but thankfully, all of the tributes were given long pants, socks, a shirt, and a jacket, so I shouldn't suffer too much. I don't think so, anyway. I actually like the cold. It's harder to hunt in, considering a majority of the animals are hiding in their burrows. Smart. Really, animals are very intelligent. We just can't always communicate to what they're saying. Sometimes, I wish I could talk to animals. It'd make up for all of the lost friends back at 2. I've never really been the best with making friends. I tend to make one or two and stick with them. Even that is rare. I prefer to go rogue, especially when hunting.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind helping you make a weapon. It'd be difficult, though, because I doubt there is sharp materials in here that could work as a defense mechanism. But, you never know." I say, already trying to think of potential gear that could serve as a weapon. ''Maybe wood? I could sharpen it on my knife. Or maybe we would be just lucky enough to find a very thin, long, sharp rock. ''I think to myself as I walk a few feet further into the cave.

"I don't mind hunting for you," I say. I can feel my own eyes brighten up at the thought of hunting. "I truly do love hunting. Back at District 2, I had to hunt for my family. It's a long story, but my father used to be the provider of my family before he died. I had to take over." As I'm saying this, I realize how much I've trailed off into my own life. "Sorry. I tend to do that. I can hunt, if you'd like. What do you prefer?" I say, half jokingly, half not. As if we have a feast full of options that I could just easily select one.