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Who| Tiffany Doggett AND YOU
What| Tiffany decides to get murderous
Where| The woods
When| midweek, Week 2
Warnings/Notes| If you haven't already, please take a look at her permissions post before tagging her so I know what you are and aren't comfortable with!
Stop making friends. The message had been clear as day - whoever RA was, they weren't happy about the fact that several people had convinced Tiffany to ally with them. And the note hadn't come alone - "RA" and several other people had sent supplies raining down on her from the heavens. Tiffany knows about sponsors, but she still can't help but see these as gifts from God, at least in part, and she sends up a little prayer after each one.
The knives are the most exciting. Compared to what other people have, the flimsy little plastic shiv she's been using is pathetic - and while she doesn't throw it away completely now, she does tuck it into her pocket and put her focus on her new, improved weapons.
She knows what she's supposed to do. The Capitol has made themselves clear.
She chooses the woods because - as creepy as they are - they're more familiar to her than the castle or the medieval village. She isn't brave enough to go in too deep - she finds a good climbing tree a few hundred yards in and scales it, stopping when she's a good ten or fifteen feet off the ground. She uses her ropes to tie all her other supplies up in the tent and haul them up too, securing them to a branch next to her. And there she sits, one of her five knives at the ready, waiting for somebody to walk by. If it's someone she's friendly with or has previously formed an alliance with, she'll hesitate - but if it's a stranger, she'll wait quietly until they're close enough for her to get a good shot in. Then she'll throw, aiming right for the jugular.
What| Tiffany decides to get murderous
Where| The woods
When| midweek, Week 2
Warnings/Notes| If you haven't already, please take a look at her permissions post before tagging her so I know what you are and aren't comfortable with!
Stop making friends. The message had been clear as day - whoever RA was, they weren't happy about the fact that several people had convinced Tiffany to ally with them. And the note hadn't come alone - "RA" and several other people had sent supplies raining down on her from the heavens. Tiffany knows about sponsors, but she still can't help but see these as gifts from God, at least in part, and she sends up a little prayer after each one.
The knives are the most exciting. Compared to what other people have, the flimsy little plastic shiv she's been using is pathetic - and while she doesn't throw it away completely now, she does tuck it into her pocket and put her focus on her new, improved weapons.
She knows what she's supposed to do. The Capitol has made themselves clear.
She chooses the woods because - as creepy as they are - they're more familiar to her than the castle or the medieval village. She isn't brave enough to go in too deep - she finds a good climbing tree a few hundred yards in and scales it, stopping when she's a good ten or fifteen feet off the ground. She uses her ropes to tie all her other supplies up in the tent and haul them up too, securing them to a branch next to her. And there she sits, one of her five knives at the ready, waiting for somebody to walk by. If it's someone she's friendly with or has previously formed an alliance with, she'll hesitate - but if it's a stranger, she'll wait quietly until they're close enough for her to get a good shot in. Then she'll throw, aiming right for the jugular.