∞The City of Panem

@GameKeeper♖Yull This curled up smirk of the miss, somehow suiting for her characters as the delicate body of hers proceeded closer to Junhee. “If you presume that counts, well its better than nothing I believe” she stated, wondering that she actually found it fun that her relatives are in the games dying. Of the mention, while shifting the weight of her leg over one and another she glanced towards the girl who seemed to like the gossip roaming around the walls at the capitol typical trait for a capitol girl. Not that jucy cared. “ I have heard, not that I care as we slaughter them later right yull?” she smirked to the girl, spinning the chair to aim the miss. “WAIT WHAT?” she asked, widened her eyes as the shade of pink entered her cheeks, making the girl feel uncomfortable as she became questioned by the miss in such a personal matter. “No one really” Thinking back to the tribute of a horndog, no not him. He just lured her, playing with her sentimental side. “Not him” she muttered, wanting to slap him in the face and pour milkshake at him. He was handsome, but that man only thought the same as others, girls as tools to their pleasures of their . “No one, really, the only tribute that are cool to watch are the little cannibal in the arena, he is someone special, but not as a special interest, otherwise ehm… No one really, I`m not interested in men in general, they are just horndogs and s every one….” She corrected herself “ Except minho and mir and our fellow colleges of course! They are good friends” she smiled, finding her coke and fiddled with the bottle, nervous over the girl nearing her as she dropped it, spilling coke out on her white shirt, as the fabric exposed the forms of her white bra, making it visible for the miss. So embarrassing!

@GameKeeper♖Yull The arenas seemed to be all fine, Of course, yull found some mistakes some others probably made, jucy in the other hand found her creations absolutely perfectly fine. She never did anything wrong, never half assed work. The only thing she did was to add some details on the mutts. Now all was done and she could take a break, she was about to roll her chair and take some soda until she was met by a bread in her face, she took a look at the female in front of her, scanning her face for any suspiciously signs, yet it seemed fine. So she accepted it. " thanks" she lightly said, putting off her facade of a smile. Truthfully she was tired and well she didn't completely entered a conversation of her consisting in the circle. A newcomer, she was, yet, she seemed to be quite talented in her work. Along with jucy she didn't do a half assed job, a nature talent you could say. She could be born sadist. Which she somehow found pretty attractive for such a young lady, maybe around her age. Yet she must have come from a prestige family. Filled with etiquette and wealthiness. She sure had to be rich, everyone in the Capitol was, even jucy herself, after all she was a child prodigy, and yull must have been a daughter of a famous family, which results to her abilities of being social, such a precisely image she had made to portray this female . Yull sure is an important piece of the Capitol, a precious diamond of the great respected system who protects the great hunger games and the president. Gamemakers along with the president are seen as celebrities, and yull surely liked that privilege. " So, anything planned in store for the break?" She asked, taking a note of the bread, which was sure rich of corn, so deliciously made. It was easy to notice the district it was from, yet it had a taste that was recognizable. " any new gossip roaming around??" She asked, just to have this starter of a proper conversation, in hope to actually get to know this lady. And well, actually earn a female friend she could be close to instead of avoiding them in fair of being thrown as trash and old news.

Ok, all done, arena, mutts, design, everything. Still, the delays caused some problems in the system, prisoners from the chambers had been escaped and they were threaten by this rebels who tried to shut down the Capitol. Junhee truly disgusted this. She already had out up much work along with her fellow gamemakers yet it all has to be out on wait. She shrugged her shoulders, finding the pressure unbearable for her to handle. Soon would she might get more work and she honestly would love some rest, and maybe food. " aish so much work!" She complained by herself. Taking some notes on the holo pad, taking double checks on the utts functions and design in any case of glitches. In these unpredictable days, only hours of training tributes and a huge burden was out in her shoulders. Even the encounter of that horndog of a tribute we still hunting her. They stupid male of district 10 forming her lips to fit the opening of the cola bottle she took a sip to clear . A light yet sweet voice echoed and broke the silence of her piece. She turned to spot this fair lady, which was also known to be her new colleague and partner for the future work. Yull was the name she was known for. She was portrayed as a long slender, well formed lady. Along with all of the other Capitol girls, praised by the majority of men. " oh.. Hi" she replied simply as she rolled her chair to another section of the control room, double checking everything, in her. Fear of noticing any glitches or things she could have missed.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ Her pupils dilated in fear when Kwangmin began to scream. As much she would love to knock him out before anyone could notice, Fei had no knowledge of his current physical state and whether or not a right hook to the temple would kill him. Instead, she clamped a hand firmly over his mouth, terrified that a Capitol official would hear them. "Shut up!" Fei hissed. "We're going to caught, and you'll go back into the containment chamber. Is that what you want?!" Without waiting for a reply, she shoved his wheelchair into motion and started running again, streaking down back alleys and quiet avenues in the direction of the Healing Center.

(to the hc we go. ^^)

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Amidst the antiquarian mansions identifying tried superiority and material expenses – an incentive for success and an object for burdened envy – between the modern skyscrapers and advanced technology, Kyungsoo managed to substitute cotton cloth for bandages. An attempt at merging with the outlandish fashions associated with the Capitol, Kyungsoo fashioned the edges underneath dyed bangs, reddish-auburn unique and outrageous enough to remain inconspicuous – save for clothes, jacket collar pressed outwards, form-fitting and simple shirt indicative of subservience. It would come to chance and opportunity to determine success, merging among colorful crowds and glimmering infrastructure – expenses spared for the Capitol alone as technology and extravagant displays illuminated each street. In comparison to the futuristic and excessively luxuriant Capitol occupants and occupancies, the Victor’s Village was antiquated – an almost insurmountable difference to the districts. The prosperity and opportunity was centered in Panem, expenses for tributes and their Districts spared solely through the Games, as civilians and tributes suffered at entertainment’s expense. As they sought enlightenment from continual violence, objectifying and encouraging the culmination and destruction of a tribute’s skills, their lives were bargained and betted for against impossible odds. To them, their inevitable deaths, their continual battles, their prolonged suffering, their sparse happiness was merely a Game – entertainment, rather than people. Yet despite their naivety, their inherently inconsiderate actions, their questionable morals and demented judgment, Kyungsoo couldn’t despise any beyond their christened childhood. As tributes were raised with the Games as a precaution, a warning against rebellion, the Capitol inhabitants were raised with the Games as their defining feature – a celebration.

Kyungsoo cautioned himself and remained close to civilians too entrapped in conversation to spare more than a disapproving glance, presenting himself as an assistant or acquainted, head bowed and footsteps brisk. The extravagance of the surroundings never ceased to amaze him and despite attempts to remain concentrated on potential indication for another destination, Kyungsoo observed the incessant chatter of excitable voices among fluorescent lights catching on polished surfaces – superficial yet breathtaking.

[ entering with minho's permission to continue ]

@D02♙Fei♥❦ {RA}[SH] "Yeah. You are. We're going to the Healing Center now." The sweet, yet stressed voice answered in recall. “… And I who thought I could get wings by now” he groaned, slightly itched by the pain, trembling through his exhausted trunk. The swift roll from the wheelchair, footsteps and the inhaling oxygen, whimpered through his ears. What really happened? He couldn`t remember those last moments. Not in detail though, only in blurred scenes from his awakened self. “There it is the glitch” a dark sinister voice went on replay. It was a figure, fascinated by the sight, a bloodstained kiss, deep red as the rose. Those last seconds of his live, all he could recall was the eternal pleasure, evolved into the greatest pain, ripping off the piece by piece of flesh inside his meat of the so called , so warm, yet so devastating. All he could lose in that try was trust, happiness, and most of everything, the last drop of dignity he had left. From now on, would be possibly be labeled as an untrustworthy, , manwhore, who couldn`t get his hotdog right. Yes, he said it. This boy had only lived for pleasure, and now he had to be punished by the pleasure itself, for now fearing it. When he thought over it, those images, portrays of him screaming in pain, begging for mercy as he only could watch the man who was the mastermind behind this, those terrifying views he couldn`t spot, only the amusement of the gamemakers face. Everything came to him now, and all he could do was to scream, as loud as he could, the voices, pictures, emotions. Get rid of it, PLEASE GET RID OF IT ! By now could he had awakened the dead now. Heh, pretty ironic right? The dead. Ok this was a bad joke. As a sidenote of his mind. “PLEASE HIT ME UNCONSCIOUS!!! LADY VOICE !!! I CAN`T TAKE THIS PAIN; PLEASE JUST! JUST HIT ME!” prayers, lousy prayers of a reborn kid, forever forced to live in the guilt of what the capitol made out of him. To the end of his life, live as a piece in their games, the hunger games.

@D♗Kwangmin☯ Fei quickly located a large marble structure, with only birds crowding around it. A smattering of feathers flew into the air as she quickly wheeled Kwangmin behind the structure. He was shaking and twisting this way and that, staring at her through hazy eyes. "Am... I alive?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. Before answering him, Fei readjusted the cannula in his nose to buy some time. To tell the truth, yes, Kwangmin was alive, but she didn't know for how much longer. The oxygen tank wasn't going to last forever, and neither was her energy to continue their escape from the Capitol. The Healing Center, that was where they meeded to go next. She could find a place to sleep and eat, and Kwangmin could receive proper treatment. Pleased with her plan for their next destination, Fei settled for telling him the momentary truth. "Yeah. You are. We're going to the Healing Center now."

[sorry it took so long ;;]

@D02♙Fei♥❦ {RA}[SH] Death was coming. Like an imperceptible breathe. I know.. Since.. It took me away. All the time he was waiting for me, so patiently. I never noticed his bones bleached. I never noticed those small signs and affection, my own death. That I knew would jerk closer, to everyday execute those invisible masterpieces. In the end, I just vanished away. A sharp light hit him, cut straight through. Sloppy, like he had been sleeping for weeks, maybe a month, even a year. His mind ached, like someone rumbled to the center of his skull, to his corrupted mind of the misconception of fragrance. “Kwangmin-ssi” echoed, searched for contact. I-It came through. Kwang tugged the lady like voice. Wait, he could tug? Or well of course he still would have known. Even after death. Yet, this dream, it felt so real. “eh..” Air, air. I GOT AIR! DO THEY HAVE AIR?? It was such an small amount, but it was there, slowly he inhaled it. “Stop that girl” someone screamed. Noises, movements, shattering glass. Faster than the speed of light, it happened, too fast for him to register. Eyes flickered open, noticing a strange area, new environments for the petite boy. His body trembled, a winch of pain hit him as he growled, wriggling in the chair. Skin dried, tired, just the lower qualities of the ideals in capitol, not even near to achieve acknowledge from normal citizens around. But he wasn`t normal, he wasn`t even alive, so why did he see the capitol. Why was heaven looking like the doom of despair that crystalized his body, enduring the pain they delivered and the rebellious idea of creating him, using his parts to cut and glue him to a collage of madness which lied within the mad members of the Capitol. Somehow, this girl, this lady which somehow knew him by his name, unfairly strange and still he didn`t feel frightened around her. She, led him somewhere, he presumed. Blurred eyesight, only seeing a stew of colors, this feeling, of something is missing, biological pieces that got replaced by something cold, something unusual alien. Kwangmin had so much to ask, so much on his mind. Only one thing broke through the shell. “ Am.. I alive?”

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those participants who were not able to finish the Challenge will return to the Capitol as regular tributes.

Krystal of the Capitol Careers
Fei of the Rebel Alliance
Nichkhun of the Rebel Alliance

will proceed in the next game (game 8) on special citations and circumstances while the people they rescued will have the privilege to choose on which side they would prefer.

if Sandara and Kwangmin chooses to stay with the Rebel force they may do so. if not then inform me of your wish on how would you like to play your character.
the same thing with Chanyeol.
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Post worthy of a true Victor.
That was awesome!
I'd like to read one of your works someday.

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE TRIBUTE FROM DISTRICT 3 FOR COMPLETING THE 1ST CAMPAIGN.


I'LL SEE YOU IN GAME 8!


Capitol Careers: 1
Rebel Alliance: 2
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Face-off Challenge completed.

the former Game Master Chanyeol restored to the Capitol and the Tributes Sandara Park and Jo Kwangmin rescued.


i just would like to commend the creativity of the two Rebels for creating a scenario worth continuing.
i'm really impressed.

Thank you to all the participants of the FACE-OFF CHALLENGE.

now it's time for the second saga of the HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY to begin. . . .. .

Eyes widening in panic, he immediately fumbled with the contents he had received earlier on, taking out the portable defibrillator with his own heartbeat pounding against every part of his body, he had come this far and he wasn't going to let the female die in his arms. Head spinning with every single medical terminology he had briefly touched on back in school and wishing Victoria was with him because he truly had no idea what in the name of hell he was doing, Nichkhun hastily lifted the patient gown thrown on the petite frame of Sandara and placed the two pads down on her chest as he the AED, pressing the shock button with shaking hands as he watched the girl bounce under the sudden shock and he immediately checked her breathing once again. Nothing. Palms sweating, he gave a good strong punch to the shock button for the second time, eyes widening in anticipation yet falling back down when it proved to be once again, useless. Closing his eyes tightly, the male decided to give the defibrillator one last try as he repeated the same process, this time, hands bonded together with one other as he murmured silent words of prayers, and when he had the courage to pry his hands away and place it under the female's nose, he almost cried in relief as he felt a weak sign of life, it was unstable, but it was there. Letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, Nichkhun then took out the oxygen tank and after much difficulties, managed to attach it to the female and smiled as he significantly felt her breathing steady, it was still quiet and a little forced, but it could sustain her life until they got out of the Capitol. Taking a deep breath, the male gently placed Sandara once again on his back and took the tank by its handle in his hands as he quietly told her to hang on, not bothering to check if she was conscious enough to hear him as he held on both the female and the tank tightly before kicking the door open and speeding down the halls in which he knew he had covered earlier on with the jammer, and it wasn't until they were out of the building did he hear the alarms that were growing fainter and fainter behind their quick steps set off, with a light yet nervous chuckle out of a mixture of amusement and relief, he glanced behind his back and smiled a small smile of assurance at the female as he saw her flutter her eyes open and made their way out of Panem.

( part three of three. )

Biting harshly down his lower lip, Nichkhun glided through the hallways quietly, surveillance jammer still tightly held between his fingertips while his other hand wrapped itself around a small spy stick as he darted his eyes back and forth between rooms in order to find a suitable, and most importantly, unoccupied computer. Time was slowly running out and each second proved itself to be more important than the next, and the male decided he had no other choice than to temporarily get rid of whoever had an access to a computer. Slipping in a room silently and closing the door behind him, he immediately grabbed a hand full of white, silver hair in his hands and yanked an elderly employee out of his previous position of slumping in a chair, staring blankly at a computer that was spitting out various data, muttering a small apology to the seemingly confused innocent man, Nichkhun covered the other's mouth with one hand and swung a strong punch with the other towards the man's lower torso, strong enough to knock him out for a good hour or so but gentle enough that it wouldn't cause any permanent damage. Dropping the limb body back into the chair, the male rushed his way over to the computer and shoved the spy stick into the USB port, hands immediately working away on the keyboard and mouse with a sense of warm nostalgic familiarity, and in no time, he was greeted with the layout and map of the laboratory as well as the pass code that was certainly needed in order to enter the containment chambers. Sketching a quick overall view of the map and jotting down the pass code in the palms of his hand, Nichkhun wasted no time in backing out of the room and running towards the location of the chamber, glancing back and forth every now and then and listening to any sounds of approaching footsteps as he punched the pass code with trembling hands, foot tapping on the polished ground impatiently as the door opened and he stepped in, immediately taking notice of the room and what it contained. A frail and fragile looking female was placed on a relatively small bed with numerous tubes and thin needles sticking out of pale and almost translucent skin and Nichkhun was almost afraid as he began to unplug strange medical attachments out of the thin female as if he could break her under one small mistake, muttering unnecessary apologies as he kept two fingers gently under her nose and checked her breathing. It was weak and almost restrained, but he felt it nonetheless, however, when he eventually freed her from the restrictions that held Sandara down on the bed and settled her on his back, he could sense something was terribly wrong when he felt an abnormally fast and rapid beating against his back, and it wasn't coming from him, but rather, from the girl. And when he settled her back on the bed in alarm and checked her breathing for the second time, he only felt the cold and empty wind of the air conditioning, none of the warmth that should have came from normal human breathing.

( part two of three )

Managing to crawl his way into the Choi's Laboratory with much difficulties as he glided after an employee stealthily, close enough that onlookers wouldn't suspect his existence inside the elaborate and confined building yet with enough distance that the clueless male he was using as a shield would not notice a certain shadow trailing after his footsteps into the depth of the laboratory. However, just when he thought that maybe he could somehow get into the body chambers solely relying on his current plan, Nichkhun began to notice the numerous amount of cameras that was strategically hidden inside the building with a few quick peaks under his large, oversized hood, immediately followed by a long string of curse words that silently filtered his head as he stopped his trail after the employee's footsteps and stepped silently towards a corner that wouldn't be covered by the cameras, one of the rare few blind spots he detected in the specific hallway following his quick inspection earlier on. Settling down on the ground and taking out the pieces of equipment he had received throughout the mission, Nichkhun fumbled with the installment of the surveillance jammer, gently placing it by his side and wincing slightly at the quiet static sounds it started to produce, he sincerely hoped no one was near his range to hear the noise but sighed in relief knowing that it was at least working to its potential. Slowly picking up the device, he held it out enough so that the camera would only be able to catch the slightest bit of his hand before it would be turned into nothing but static in the control room before stepping out after a period of time in which he was sure the cameras around the jammer's perimeter range were temporarily disrupted. Taking quick and calculated steps throughout the hallways to disable each and every one of the cameras that could potentially catch his movements, the male sighed a breath of relief as he paid a quick visit near the camera room only to hear sounds of panic inside, demanding to know why the screens in which were supposed to capture scenes displayed from the camera turned into static of black and white, with a small smirk, he quickly walked away, knowing with a sense of assurance that at the moment, he was invisible to the Capitol's eyes. However, this also meant that they would know of his existence and he only had a certain amount of time to carry out the mission before they send out security in search of a certain shadow that was on his way to rescuing a body from the containment chambers.

( part one of three. shall do the rest tomorrow. )

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CONGRATULATIONS TO THE TRIBUTE FROM DISTRICT 2 FOR COMPLETING THE 1ST CAMPAIGN.

BEAUTIFUL!

can i just say that "I LOVE YOU!"
you made a good use of the items that you've found and that of what has been awarded to your team. thank you for using your brain to at least doing some study with regards to it's use.

I'LL SEE YOU IN GAME 8!


Capitol Careers: 1
Rebel Alliance: 1
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Kwangmin was inhaling and exhaling at a slow pace, much too slow for a proper amount of oxygen getting to his lungs. Fei took out the portable oxygen tank. After fiddling with the cannula for a few seconds, she was able to place it into his nose. His eyes fluttered slightly open. Fei offered him a small smile and patted his head in reassurance. The tank was safely cradled in his arms. Satisfied, she nudged the door open with her foot and wheeled Kwangmin out, moving at a quick speed. The worst scenario would be that all of her efforts would amount to nothing if a Capitol official caught her. Fortunately, the cameras were still powered off. The adrenaline pumping through her body was astonishing as she raced down the corridors, smooth flooring providing extra speed. Fei shoved the wheelchair onto two wheels during a sharp turn and the spacious main lobby came into sight. "H-hey! Security! Stop that girl!" A voice shouted. Bending down to Kwangmin's ear while maintaining their speed, Fei whispered her command. "On the count of three, hold the tank in front of you. And close your eyes."

He barely had any time to register her words but she was already counting down. "Three, two..." Kwangmin lifted the tank with weak arms and shut his eyes, hearing the drumming of Fei's steps only. "One!" A sudden smash and shards of glass rained down on the two of them, the blaring of the alarms becoming fainter and fainter as they fled, away from the building. Kwangmin was free. [3/3]

She began a brisk walk, searching for any indications of where the bodies were located. The risk of getting caught by security had been significantly lowered, but Fei kept up her cautious manner. It was always the overly confident people who let their guard down, paying for their arrogance in the end. Suddenly, a clattering of heavy, clunky steps echoed down the hallway. Fei leapt behind a nearby vase and stilled her breathing. A man with broad shoulders was racing down the corridor while jabbering away on his cellphone. "The tech room isn't on the east wing; the containment chambers are, you blithering idiot! Get your act together and meet me on the west wing. West!" His booming voice and equally loud footsteps subsided as he went farther and farther away. Fei sighed with relief and straightened up. The east wing must have been the area the man was running from, she reasoned. Fei quickly jogged down the same path. Her suspiscions were correct- at the end of the hall, an unmarked room was barred by a security passcode. However, the small square of glass on the door revealed a containment chamber. The buttons above the door's handle were the obstacle. Fei didn't want to risk anything and begin punching in random numbers, but she was sure that this was the correct room. She reached for the spy stick, and started a closer inspection. It suddenly dawned on her that she would need a computer to plug it into. And there was one place she had in mind. Fei dashed in the direction she'd come in, frantically reading the signs. Halting when she saw the familiar plaque, she slipped into the room once again and went on her hands and knees. Instead of straining under the possibility that the man would wake up, Fei jabbed nerve clusters at the base of his neck. He slumped down and his incessant snoring stopped. She rolled his chair away from the monitors- which, were still on loop- and plugged the spy stick in. In an instant, the passcode was flashing before her eyes, and even a map that showed the route to the room she had found a few minutes ago. Fei smiled and yanked the stick out, tucking it into her pocket as she sprinted back. The passcode fresh in her mind, she hit the buttons with a startling speed and sure enough, the barred door clicked open. Fei rushed over to the bed. A thin boy, with pale skin and sharp features, was lying still. Machines around him told Fei that he was alive, but when she placed her hand in front of his nose and mouth, only a slight breath was felt. A sheet containing his patient information was at the foot of the bed. Jo Kwangmin. "Kwangmin-shi," Fei whispered. He stirred slightly. She nodded to herself. At least he was aware that she was in his room. Fei began tugging out needles that were stuck in his arms. Kwangmin's face was pinched in pain but he remained still, eyes closed. Fei pushed over a wheelchair to the side of the bed. Carefully, she placed her arms underneath his skinny frame and lifted, placing him into the wheelchair. His head lolled back and Fei checked his breathing again, concerned. [2/3]

Her strides were quick and precise. Fei chose to clear her mind of any sentimentality, in order to place her full focus on locating and reviving the bodies. Success was close; difficult to obtain yet easy to lose. The mechanical whirr of a machine caught her attention. Fei glanced at he source of a noise- a camera that swept the room with its all seeing lens. She quickly ducked her head and cursed, heading to the next area. Another camera was waiting, immediately buzzing to life. There were no people visible, but Fei had the feeling that she was being watched. "This won't do," she decided. Keeping her steps as light as possible, she managed a short sprint down a dimly lit corridor while keeping her face low. Fei looked over several plastic plaques, labels for every room. A nondescript panel next to an equally nondescript doorway proved to be a good observation. Like all the other doors, it was gray silver accompanied with a matching plaque. However, this one had the words "camera room" etched into the shiny face. Fei twisted the knob. A small protesting squeak of the hinges was made. She peeled the door open and revealed a thin man sleeping in a chair, the telvision screens casting eerie shadows onto the planes of his face. Fei allowed herself a small smile at her luck. Her fingers curled around the surveillance jammer she'd received before. She quickly deleted the footage from the past half hour, then pushed the jammer into the main computer. The screens flickered and placed themselves on a loop, showing shots of different hallways. She gazed at the screens critically, watching for any major descrepancy. The man snored and gurgled something unintelligible. Fei flinched and bent down. Tables holding computers and monitors and empty coffee cups were a form of protection as she crawled on the ground. Fei cracked the door back open, a sliver of light momentarily flashing as she slid out, back to the corridors. The cameras were facing downward, seemingly powered off. [1/3]

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REBEL ALLIANCE
Weapons: none
Gadget: (3)Spy Stick, Surveillance Jammer, Photonic Device
Reviving Items: Portable Oxygen Tank, Portable Defibrillator

*Use these items as your guide in your posts.
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@ D02♙Fei & @ D03♟Nichkhun

Equipped with the bare essentials for their "Rescue Mission", both must proceed to that place where they heard the bodies are being kept. Alive but barely breathing. A quick look at the items they were able to collect, which are;

Spy sticks.
Several of them in fact. She/he can use these for to retrieve data that they'll need to locate the actual location like map or passcodes that they'll be able to use in locating and by passing the security code of the containment chambers that the bodies are located if only they could get their hands on a computer linked to the Capitol's secret laboratory.

Surveillance Jammer.
In order to hide her from the Capitol's camera that surely litters the building.

Photonic device.
She/he could use if ever they'll encounter anyone that would get in their way of accomplishing their mission. It will not cause permanent damage but it would impale them giving quite an ample time to escape.

And then if she/he is to recover the body, she/he will be able to sustain the life force with the help of;

Portable oxygen tank.
At least until the body is safe away from the clutches of the Capitol.

Portable Defibrillator.
She/he can use if the unforeseen event of the body actually stops breathing. She/he could revive it through the use of this gadget.

What more can they do but think that the body have healed enough and be taken out of their frozen state to be revived and walk the earth again free from the Capitol's .

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* rolls dice * gets a 2

Ruffling his hair out of pure frustration as he, for the third time in a row, nearly escaped an oncoming Capitol guard by ducking behind whatever shield he could find. Whether it was a piece of architecture, a tree or even a person, they all proved to be reliable hiding places in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, and the city of Panem only proved to be the most dangerous and important part of their entire mission and Nichkhun was definitely not going to this up as well. It was difficult attempting to blend in with the crowd as his attire was nowhere near as extravagantly bright and colorful as every single other human population that littered Panem, though it was definitely better than the previous arena gear, not to mention his publicly announced status as a rebel, a victor rebel, at this point, he really wasn't quite sure how he was going to get through here without being discovered. Blending himself in with the shadows as it seemed to be the best strategy, he darted his eyes furiously back and forth in search of a female who had ran off earlier with similar attires desperately, cursing under his breath as the seconds ticked on without progress. Even after years of separation, the male still knew his childhood friend better than anyone else if not better than the female herself, and he knew she was an idiot for thinking that their bond could be shattered so easily. He did feel uncomfortable and slightly nauseous seeing her murder another human being but he knew that in order to survive and live their lifestyle, it was the least they had to worry about and an absolutely critical necessity to not get slaughtered themselves. His thoughts were immediately put to a stop however as a person walked by, curiosity clear in their artificial icy blue eyes as they on looked him with a tilt of her head, clearly trying to decipher his purpose of being here and whether she had seen his face on the screen before, before she had the chance to raise a question, Nichkhun already had his hood up, covering most of his face as he brushed past casually, hands in his pockets as he whistled a small tune before escaping yet another potential identity crises. Letting out his breath when he realized he had been holding onto it, the male once again settled into another sketchy and dark corner of the Capitol, head spinning with various plans to complete their mission.

( super late i'm sorry ; n ; )

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* rolls dice * gets a 4

Fei stared rather listlessly at her bloodstained arms as she scrubbed them clean in a public water fountain. Wisps of red curled into the water but quickly disseminated, keeping the water crystal clear. She sighed and scrubbed the last of the blood off. The grandeur of the Capitol was stunning, hordes of people rushing around skyscrapers and other impressively designed buildings, but she could only think about a previous trip, where she had hidden in an air vent with her childhood friend. A friend who had just witnessed her cold murder of an assasin. Fei's bottom lip quivered as she tried to regain her composure. It would do no good to suddenly burst into tears. She was already sticking out somewhat, a person wearing normal clothes instead of the typically outlandish Capitol fashions. After Fei attracted even more curious looks from passerby, she knew it was time to move. She jostled her way through the throngs, unsure of what to do amd where to go next.

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@D02♟Victoria♡❦ {{yes. we are just keeping his character for now until someone takes him again.}}

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CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GAME 6 VICTOR "KRYSTAL" OF DISTRICT 2 FOR COMPLETING THE 1ST CAMPAIGN.

The former game master Chanyeol now is under the care of the Choi clan. He will rise up again but for now, his mind has addled and treatments would have to be done to the poor Gamemaster's body. But he'll return to his full potential someday.

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