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She tastes funny
What: Let's just hope it's not mating season.
Where: All around the island
When: Week seven
Notes: Harley's death and probably a few others
It had started with that button.
Harley loved the button...really she did. She didn't understand why more people didn't play with the button. It had been the cause of such beautiful chaos in the arena.
But the more Harley played the game the more it became apparent that the rest of them were just big party poopers. They wouldn't come play with the button or her. She tried to hunt them down using her fancy new TV watch but everyone just kept moving. It was beginning to be a real drag.
"How can a place with so many tributes seem so empty!?" She cried to the sky.
And that's when "they" arrived.
Eyes blinking out of the shadows. Teeth gleaming in the darkness as they crunched through the bushes with no fear or stealth.
After all, what did they have to fear from Harley?
Not wanting to waste her precious weapons fighting a crew of raptors she tried to out run them. But every time she slowed for too long, inevitably they would find her and the chase began anew.
All too late she realized the cause. The last time she'd hit the button it had hosed her down with something smelly. Something icky.
Something that the raptors apparently liked alot!
And so they began the worlds deadliest game of tag. Harley racing about the arena like the lunitic she was, trying the most elaborate and unpredictable paths, and her raptor suitors in constant pursuit.
Desperate to slow them down Harley's mind turned to the watch she had been gifted by that treacherous red button. Using it to switch from camera to camera she tried to find some of the remaining tributes. Maybe she could pawn off one or two of these grinning goons on them!
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"I'll keep running and you stay here and avoid becoming dino food!"