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Capitol Puppets Roleplay - Siblings - 3 of 3 : Bay and Zalia

-Bay Foster."

Sleep deprivation was one of the worst feelings Bay had experienced so far. He was overly content with the supplies he had managed to obtain. The only problem were his eyes, which continued to slowly shut. Blinking repeatedly and resorting to a variety of strange tactics, Bay pinched himself, slapped his own face, screamed, and walked in circles. So far, he was able to stay awake, but his eyes were burning. Shrugging it off, Bay took another piece of bread, and enjoyed it slowly. It seemed everything tasted a thousand times better when you were hungry. The canteen of water he held had plenty of water left for him to satisfy himself. Both items still in hand, Bay sighed, stomach content. For someone in the Hunger Games, he was living the life. Who could interrupt him now?

He was lost. The darkness was all around him and he had no way of knowing what way led where. But he didn't slow down. Pushing branches and leaves out of his way he carried on running between the tree's. He had to do something. Stopping meant giving up. It meant he would be pointless and he couldn't let that be true. "No. I won't. I can't!" Knocking another branch out of his way with the club he stumbled over another root and into a small clearing. That was when he saw her. The small sleeping figure laid on the ground. She seemed to peaceful. So quiet. But the soft rise and fall of her chest told him she was live. In the pale light he could see the dark hair and fair skin. The slight frame and the sweet smile. Kayla. She was okay! Rushing over he quietly knelt beside her, pushing a thin strand of hair from her face. Smiling to himself he tried not to be too loud. His excitement in having found her growing with each passing second. He hadn't failed. He wasn't pointless. "Kayla. It's me. I found you. We have to go, it's not safe"

|| So light ‘em up, up, up. I’m on fire. (x)

Smirking as she walked through the forest, Birdie tossed an apple playfully back and forth between her two hands. It could be a reliable source of nourishment or something much more sinister and all she needed now was a tribute to help her figure it out. The right approach was crucial though. People were getting smarter and those who truly wanted to survive would be stupid to trust their fellow tributes. At this point, even allies were sketchy. No, Birdie had to think of a disguise. She could pass herself off as a mirage or some element created specifically for the arena. To a child who had gone more than a day without food or water, Birdie and her apples would surely be a welcome sight. With that in mind, she searched the backpack, extracted a few simple supplies and then put her arms back through the straps. She fashioned a blanket from the pack into a sort of hooded cloak and used a small supply of water to get her hair and face wet. Somewhat unhappily, she took fistfuls of dirt from the ground and rubbed them over her features, trying to look like she'd lived in this habitat for some time. "Make up tips," she murmured sarcastically to anyone in the audience who might be wondering what she was up to. "From the wealthy side of District 12." Standing upright again, she forced herself to hunch over and practice walking that way. It wasn't perfect but the point was that she nolonger looked like a tribute. In fact, she could almost pass for an old woman at first glance. That was all she needed. It wasn't long before she spotted a girl not much younger than herself who didn't seem to be in the best of health. Perfect. Making a serious effort to hide her excitement, Birdie approached slowly and spoke in a broken whisper, "You look hungry, dear..." Wondering if that was too obvious, she paused there and waited for some reaction.