(AU) The Not-So-Hungry Hunger Games

[Victoria Devereux]

Hot. She was hot. She felt the bright sun pierce through her eyelids, and as her eyes opened slowly she felt the burn from the glare. She raised her hand slowly placing it over her eyes to help shield some of the light. She looked down at her boots and the podium she was now standing on.

Sand. There was sand everywhere. She was confused, and so hot. As her grey eyes adjust to the light she looked around and saw three others standing there as well. Before she could open her mouth to speak she hears a voice, its source is unknown. Something about fighting for their lives. Only one can survive. She felt her heart sink immediately. She gave a smirk and as the loud bang dispersed through the dry air she stepped down and grabbed the small sachel that was by her feet.

Before making another moved, her eyes scanned the others. Wondering who would be the one to move next.

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Tag: Ryan Alexander , Anna Lawson , Victoria Devereux , Phillip Banks
OOC: Hope this is okay. Let me know if I should change anything!

[Phillip Banks]

Good lord it was hot

Phillip Banks wiped the sweat from his brow and shot a glare toward his assistant. The small communications outpost where he was located was sweltering beneath the relentless sun and maintenance had been incapable of getting the air conditioning back up in a timely manner. With a shake of his head, Phillip sighed and turned back to look at the bank of monitors set up on the wall in front of him. Each screen showed a different camera of the sandy area around them where the contestants would be operating. His eyes scanned each on in turn, studying the images and committing them to memory. When the action started he would need to call for the right angle at exactly the right time in order to properly capture the moment. This was his job, his calling. He was The Director and he would not disappoint his audience.

With an almost cautious eye he watched the beginning of the event unfold. The contestants had already been briefed so she should know the rules. If they didn't Phil suspected they were going to have a bad time. Slowly he leaned forward and flicked the switch on the board in front of him labelled 'PA'.

"Welcome to the Games."

He said, his voice echoing through the speakers arranged all throughout the gaming territory.

"Out here you'll not only be fighting each other but also against Mother Nature. There are supply caches located at key points in the area. The one who can survive their opponents and the unforgiving terrain will be declared the winner. Good luck and let the games begin."

With his small speech out of the way, Phil leaned back in his chair and watched the tense moment play out on the small monitor. He had a feeling in his guts this year's competition was going to be something special.

[Anna Lawson]

With the sun beating down her back, Anna looked around, wondering what in the hell she was doing in the desert. Her head whipped to the voice coming out of nowhere and the hair on the back of her neck prickled up. "Son of a bitch. I know that voice." She said to herself just as the bang sounded.

Almost instinctively, her body propelled off the podium as she made her way towards the cache of weapons, grabbing everything she could handle before a yell came from her side. The hand with the knife slashed towards the voice, catching the yeller by the throat. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, her heart racing so fast she could actually hear it in her ears. She didn't wait to see if the person even went down/

Quickly, she ran off, not even knowing where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from the people she had started with on the podium. With the weapons as extra baggage, she felt herself getting tired quickly but she powered through.

[Ryan Alexander]

Ryan woke up on the burning sand and looked around. She heard the voice on the PA and grasped her situation. She focused on two of the swords, drawing them to her with her powers. She wielded them with their blades going behind her while she grasped the hilt. It was the way she was most comfortable using them. She'd heard the voice over the PA, but she also saw the madman on the sand saying the same things. She arched an eyebrow.

"I don't know how you know what's going on, but I think the sand is messing with your head. Mirages or something. Because you are in here with us. With ME. And I've been trained to win the games since I was small. I believe the others call me a Career. Meanwhile...what skills do you have? Delusions of grandeur perhaps." Ryan smirked. She'd already seen the girl sprint away. She cracked her neck, her bright red hair swinging in its ponytail with the motion. The weapons cache was the obvious decision for base. She knew she would have to fight for it if they wanted it, but it was much more preferable than running through the desert hoping for an oasis or such.