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[mudbloodhater]

WHO | Draco and OPEN
WHAT | Draco's escaped the Cornucopia unscathed, but for how much longer?
WHEN | the day after the Cornucopia
WHERE | Q5, and thereabouts
WARNINGS | language. This is Draco, after all.

He'd gotten away from the Cornucopia, albeit empty-handed, but with his life still intact. Judging by the look of things over there, in that initial five minute span, he was lucky that way. Swimming across what felt like half of the entire Arena - not that he had any idea how big the bloody thing was, though it certainly felt huge - had taken up most of his stamina for the evening, and he had climbed the first tree that looked secure enough to hold him, and passed out for the night.

And now it was morning; Draco had very nearly fallen out of his temporary home when he'd forgotten where he was, the danger he was in. As he recovered, he sat there still, still clinging to the tree as he tried to think of just how he got there. Portkey? The Dark Lord wasn't much above that. Which meant that this could plausibly be a method of punishing him for not doing his job fast enough. But this was just cruel and unusual.

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[fire_punk]

Kevin slumped against the tree trunk. He'd probably climb it if he knew how. He'd spent the whole night wandering, trying to find somewhere that felt safe, familiar. And trying to understand how he'd gotten here. He'd told Jonathan to take him to Las Vegas, said it while holding the Djinn's bottle. Jonathan had to obey him. So how had he come here, to that city that sent him to this place? He almost felt like crying, except he didn't cry. Ever. At least, not when anyone could see.

He slid to the ground only to look up and see another boy in the tree. Kevin jumped back to his feet with a startled yelp. Too bad his powers didn't seem to work here. He'd burn the tree. Or at least the branch that boy was sitting on. He didn't want to die. His hand found his neck. Was it really only yesterday that Yvette had made Jonathan kill him? Well, not quite kill him, but that had been the intent. He didn't want to feel that again.

[luckofthedevil]

Alex had opted to stay out of the fighting at the Cornucopia as well, not wanting to measure up the other tributes just yet. Instead he'd immediately made for the ocean and swam for the nearby large island. The sooner he found a safe place to hide, the sooner he could take stock of what was going on.

Upon reaching land, Alex had searched for a safe place to sleep. He didn't like the looks of the palm trees, as he knew he was a restless sleeper and would likely fall out. Instead, he dug into the sand to make a shallow pit at the base of a cluster of palms, which he then covered over with palm fronds.

The next morning, he glanced around carefully before coming out from under his covering. He hadn't had anything to eat the night before, and he was feeling ravenous. He doubted anything had been left behind at the Cornucopia, which meant he had to find something here to eat. Relatively confident he could crack open a coconut, he started climbing the nearest tree.

As he reached the top though, he spotted someone about a dozen trees over, huddled in the fronds.