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Who| Anyone who replied here

What| A supply cache

Where| The Tarzan/Swiss Family Robinson Tree house

When| Early morning

Warnings/Notes| The winning rolls are under the cut. Also, an OOC note: Deathrolls will be a day late this week.

The house hasn't stood the test of time well.

All the rope bridges are gone, and the stairs aren't doing well either, sagging and rotted wood. The platforms are in a bit better shape, though some stagger under the weight of their fake props and the remains of figures that once decorated the attraction.

Although anything truly useful had been taken sometime before this arena by other hands looking to survive, enough useless props still clung to make the nature of the location obvious. And even without the bridges and stairs, the solid tree had plenty of grips to scramble up.

The 6 bags were spread throughout the platform, made of aged looking net and rope. Within could be found a butterfly knife, a flint to make fire, a length of rope, two cans of food, and drops to purify water. A valuable bag to grab.

Akane
Parker
Steph
Anna
Barbara
Steve

Alas, Bruce doesn't make it, and Tim and Sandy sustain serious injury.

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"Nice to know the arena hasn't changed you much." Sandy muttered stopping to give her arms a moment to rest while wrapped around a lower branch.

"Why are you so nasty anyway? It's not like I brought you here to die for people's entertainment."

"I do no be being nasty." She snapped back she continued climbing though she had slowed a bit. "I do be just be telling the truth."

"That still counts as being mean." She argued and continued clinging to the tree, moving up after Pruna once more.

"I'm just trying to be nice. Nice isn't dumb."

Pruna just stuck her tongue out at her, "It do be when it might be getting you dead."

Sandy responded sticking her tongue out in kind.

"Do unto others as you would have them do into you." She quoted instantly regretting the choice.

"Where I come from usually I'm the grumpy depressed one with no hope."

"Oh, so you do just be being nice because you do be wanting people to be not killing you." That was a motive Pruna could understand, maybe the girl wasn't quite as stupid as she thought.

But she still remembered her words about only certain people having the right to live, and was still angry.

"And you do be being different here how?"

Sandy rolled her eyes thinking that the girl had misunderstood her completely. Hauling herself onto a thicker branch she glanced up at Pruna who was now close enough they could reach out to one another...as if that were going to happen.

"It's not about what I want for myself. It's about making the world a better place by everyone not being jerks." She tried to explain.

The girl rolled her eyes, she still thought the girl just didn't want to die, but she could tell herself whatever she wanted.

"Well then you will be dying, if you do be wanting anything you do be needing to be fighting for it."

Sandy fell silent at that. It was becoming increasingly clear to her that she couldn't outrun the threat of the games. Every attempt she'd made had been met with pain.

"But I mean...come on look at me. Or you for that matter. Even if you're trained to fight you're still just one person." She argued weakly. "Against the entire capitol city."

"But if I did be wanting to be fighting them I would be. Instead of just moaning about it."

Even if she was likely to lose and die, but she wasn't an idiot so she probably wouldn't fight them even if she didn't like the arena very much.

"Better to die fighting then live longer by running?" She asked sounding unsure. After all life had so much opportunity. Even in the darkest times there were little moments of hope and joy.

"What do you think happens when you die?"

She nodded certain of this. No one ever got anywhere by running but fighting? Fighting could change the world. Even if you died in the process.

She clambered onto a sturdy branch and turned to the girl, "I do be knowing what do be happening." Except she thought maybe different worlds had different gods... "Your soul do be going to another body and you do be being born again. Unless you have been doing great things and then the gods do be keeping you, until the world do be needing you again." She wrinkled her nose, "But we do both be too little for that."

No time to do great world shattering deeds if you die before you are twelve after all.

That left Sandy pondering.

"I guess that wouldn't be too bad. But how do you know? Has it happened to you before?" After all it would make believing alot easier if there was some kind of proof. Or at least a really convincing story.

"Well it will have been, lots of times. But you do no be remembering your past lives. Unless you do be one of the heroes. But since I can no be remembering anything before I did be me I guess I do no be."

She shrugged, "But I do be knowing it do be true, everyone do be knowing. Kant did be meeting one of the heroes once." Well he had fought with her, in a battle years before Pruna was born. "He did be telling me."

Now that was interesting. Interesting enough that Sandy sat on a branch below Pruna and leaned against the tree to listen.

"Who's Kant?"

"He do be a warrior, who do be serving priestess Elina. He did be visiting us a lot and he did be teaching me to fight."

She grinned, if he were here he'd of won already, because he could kill anything and was the strongest fighter she knew!

"Sounds like if he were here he'd have won a long time ago." Sandy guessed what Pruna was thinking and decided it wouldn't hurt to play along. Especially if he had met the big league heroes like you said."

Pruna nodded with a grin, her estimation of the other girl going up by a lot. "He did be, he did be fighting with her against a huge army. Well there did be other people too, but it did be a big battle but I did no be being born then."

She wrinkled her nose, "And if priestess Elina did be here she would be winning in two seconds, she could just be flattening everything with magic and then be making the kidnappers sorry."

No one crossed Elina and got away with it.

"Magic sure would make things easier. Heck I'd be happy just being able to use my powers. But every time I leave that area I've been living in they shut off. I wish I could figure out how they do that."

She tried to imagine a warrior like the one Pruna described. A powerful priestess laying waste to the enemies of children and freedom.

"You do be having powers." The girl lent down to get a better look at her.

And her powers didn't work... that was worrying. But she wasn't much older than Pruna, she must only just be starting to train.

"I have one power." Sandy corrected. "And right now it doesn't work so it's useless unless I'm over there." She pointed in the direction she had come from. The direction of NO Square and the river.

"I got it from my dad. His power was much cooler. All I can do is turn to stone."

"You do be turning into stone?" She blinked, not seeing how that power was useful whatsoever.

"Your dad?" She tilted her head, "He did be having a power too?"

"If whatever is in this tree doesn't kill us I'll show you later." she promised, seeing no reason not to indulge the girl and buy herself some bonus points.

"Yeah Dad he...well he could turn into whatever he wanted. His body would go all soft and gritty like sand. And he would change forms to anything he imagined."

She fought against the urge to drift off into memories of a happier time, back when she was too stupid to know how dark the world would get.

"Well that do be sounding much more useful than your power." She said dismissively.

She would like to see though, because someone turning into stone would be interesting to see.

"Don't need to tell me twice." Sandy sighed. "Where I live powers were outlawed. Eventually they came for my Dad and locked him away. Because the normal people were scared of what people with powers could do."