In the desert, you can remember your name.

[gamemakers]

Who| Group 2
What| Waking up in the desert arena
Where| Scattered around
When| Several hours after the Candy Cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| Deathroll will be coming soon to check out this arena's cornucopia and find out who dies between now and next week.

Make no mistake about it. The bloodbath of this Arena's Cornucopia was brutal. Half of the Tributes fell, a jerking, painful death. It is the highest death count in one day that recent memory can ascertain. It is shocking and unexpected, certainly a twist as far as those watching from the safety of the Capitol are concerned.

But it doesn't compare to what happens next. Because the Tributes that fell in in the bright candy hell don't wake up.

At least, not in the Capitol.

Not this time.

The fallen Tributes' eyes open, one by one, as the trackers in their arms let out an uncharacteristic jolt to bring them back to consciousness. They are not in their soft beds in the Training Center. They are not even in the Capitol. Instead, there is heat, more intense than that in the strange candy land that they had been in. A wind picks up, swirling dust and sand around them, stinging eyes and skin.

Everyone who was cut down is spread far and wide throughout this arena, still in their costumes, perhaps a little worse for wear.

"Good afternoon, Tributes." Claudius Templesmith's voice echoes through the air once all of the Tributes have been unceremoniously awoken. "And welcome to the second half of the Seventh Arena of the 75th Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor."

And with that, they're on their own....

Comments

[revvinguptheharley]

"Yeah well, all's fair in love, war and The Hunger Games." She loomed over him. "And that's one of the only reasons I'm not kicking your teeth in for fun by the way. So be thankful."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine looked a little horrified. "I am," he said after the first stunned feeling settled in. "Thank you."

He tried to slide away just enough to stand up. "I'm Blaine," he said. "I know Diana. She's the reason that I know your name. She told me a little bit about everyone from your world."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Aw good ole Wondey. You can count on her to be a good judge of character." She reached up to tug the hood of her pony costume back freeing her blond hair and shaking it out.

"Well I know about YOU because Kurt is in my district. You two are just adorable you know that?" She actually lightened up gently. "I could never forgive myself if I came between ya." Even if Kurt barely knew who she was.

[mediumdrip]

Slowly he got up. He kept his eyes directed towards her though, not sure if she wouldn't turn on him. "You haven't seen him, have you? We were supposed to meet up right away, but I couldn't find him." He looked a little lost at that idea, that he wouldn't be able to stay by Kurt's side this time around.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Sorry cupcake." She patted him on the head, "I just woke up from...I guess death. But it's still early enough I'm sure shouting your head off won't draw anyone willing to ya know...snap your neck like the little plastic ring on a cap on a bottle of soda." She mimed the twisting of two hands and you could almost hear the snap and fizz.

She had the most unstable wide eyed smile. Almost the exact opposite of comforting.

[mediumdrip]

"It's too much of a risk though," Blaine pointed out. "What if he did hear me and ran towards the sound? Someone might be able to get to him." He didn't like the way that she was so manically mimicking killing him, but even with her very real threat in front of him, he still couldn't help but he more worried about Kurt.

"You guess that you died? I think... I think I did too. I don't know. It hurt... I should probably try to find Kurt. What if the same thing happened to him?"

[revvinguptheharley]

She actually looked thoughtful about this putting her hand to her chin and rolling her eyes up to the sky.

"Well...I suppose he'd have woken up like we did, somewhere in this arena. And if he's as delicate as he looks I'd say he might be crying." She reasoned. "He had such pretty features, like a doll you know?"

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nodded though he wasn't sure that he liked the idea of comparing Kurt to a doll. "Have you seen any other Tributes around?" he asked. "Maybe that can help us figure out where Kurt might be."

[revvinguptheharley]

She held up her hands in a shrug, the silent symbol for Who knows? And then cast a pink cloth "Hoof" over her eyes and twisting about to scan the area.

"I think I see some specks there...and there." She pointed. "Could be Tributes, could be monsters...could be a mirage."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nodded. "Thank you," he said. "If you don't mind, I'm going to start looking. I understand if you don't want to come along though." He said to her, being as polite as he ever was.

There was that part in his mind that worried that the second he walked off she was going to attack him, but he'd risk it to give her the benefit of the doubt and if it meant that he could find Kurt.

[revvinguptheharley]

She blinked surprised then amused.

"Aw go on lover boy. Go be cute. But watch your back. I'm probably the friendliest felon here after all."

[mediumdrip]

"Thank you Harley," Blaine said again. Then, finally, he turned to head off in the direction that he thought he might find Kurt. He was nervous about putting his back to her, and he hoped that his trust wasn't misplaced.