(I’ll just start in the arena, since it’s easier and quicker. Also,
powers or no powers?)
Phoebe stood on the podium and looked at the cornucopia nervously.
All she really care about was protecting her little sister who had
somehow made it in. She was fully prepared for this, yes, but she
wasn’t ready to see her death
(Does your character have anyone close to them? Involving family or
friends close to them plays a good part in character development.
Goals can also do that to)
Phoebe grabbed a spears, knives, and some supplies then ran away
from the center. Her sister had ran right from the start and went
to the forest, so Phoebe followed.
They both noticed Holly and immediately noted to stay away from
her. If she could kill that many of the tributes in a matter of
seconds, she was a huge threat. They rummaged through their stuff
before Phoebe set off further in the woods.
Holly set up camp in a tree. She carefully tied her stuff up and
jumped down with with weapons. She went hunting. She caught a
rabbit and a squirrel. She made a fire and waited.
She found a well secluded area with good resources all around,
perfect for them to wait out the games. She made a small marker and
walked back to her sister to tell her that she had found something.
She had heard some yells and screams coming from those who had
died, but none of it bothered her.
Phoebe heard the small whizz the arrow gave off as it past her and
grew worried. Someone was trying to kill her, or get her attention.
Either way it wasn’t good. She looked around, trying to find the
hidden archer but had no luck.
This time the arrow just barely scraped the side of her head,
leaving a small gash. She jumped in surprise and slowly raised her
hand to touch the wound. She looked at her bloody fingers and her
eyes widened. She needed to hide or else the archer would leave a
much deeper and deadlier wound. She began to run, a massive
headache was building up, making her lose focus.
Holly watched her go. "That's sure to make her on edge." she
thought. She decided to camp in the tree and wait for the next
opportunity. She shot her dinner and ate it. 'Tasty, may be
chicken." she said aloud, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.
She was finally able to find a good place to hide. She set her stud
down and began to eat something small, hopefully enough to sustain
her through the night