@heeey-bitchhhhhhhhhhh
"Okay then," Jonas said.
"Okay then," Jonas said.
Corian sighed softly, looking around carefully.
"I might have an idea!" a Career named Emma said.
(I had to look back at the reaping stuff to remember what I named these people. XD)
Corian looked at her. "Yeah?"
(Lol)
(I forgot they existed since we were so busy with our OCs. XD)
"So, I was thinking, what if we make sure each of us has a job relating to our skills, which will result in us getting us supplies, food, always being prepared, and us who are really good at fighting will always be ready," Emma said.
(lol XD)
Corian tipped his head slightly. "That…could work, i guess." He said slowly.
"I'm still thinking it out," Emma said. "You guys were just desperate."
Corian shrugged. "I wasn't, but if you say so."
"I meant the others," Emma said.
He nodded, and looked around at the others.
"Well, yeah, because we need a strategy," Jonas said.
Corian shifted.
Jonas sighed. "Anyway…"
He was quiet, keeping an eye out for someone from the other areas of panem. But he knew they usually avoided the career pack.
The Careers kept discussing plans and strategies.
Corian listened quietly, not speaking.
During the discussion, Careers would make sure that no other tributes were nearby.
Corian remained quiet for the most part.
They talked about that for a few hours.
Corian was growing antsy. They had been talking for forever.
Soon they stopped talking.
He cleared his throat softly.
No tributes were nearby.
He was quiet.
Throughout the time they were talking, cannon shots went off a few times, signaling that some tributes had already died.
Corian shifted anxiously. He wanted to do something. Not stand here talking.
"Well, that's enough talking," Jonas said.
Corian nodded in agreement. "Mhm."
"We need to do something," Phoenix said.
Corian looked around.
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