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Rain sat in the orange house, going through his green bookbag. It seemed May was smart to give him this combat look, because he needed all the pouches he could get to hold his weapons. He had a short sword, (blood-stained from the female tribute eariler) A long spear with some thread attached to the end, 6 throwing knives, some yarn, A box of crackers, 4 double bladed knives, and for some strange reason, car keys. Rain was puzzled at the fact that there were car keys in the package. He threw it back in the bookbag and strapped all his weapons onto his body. Foot steps came by his building, and he crouched low. Trying to do the best job he could to stop the rustling knives. After the steps passed, he creeped outside to get the lay of the land. Average sized buildings. A few Fast food places here and there. No doubt that's were a lot of the blood shed will take place. He quickly made his way over to a Mc'donalds and peeked through it's window. A few tributes ransacking the drawerrs. Collecting all the food they could. Rain levels his spear and drives it through the window. It hits a male tribute in the face. He looked like the district 10 kid. The female ran out the back door and towards the forest before Rain got a chance to get her too. He toured the Town a little more. Seeing tributes here and there, but not paying much attention to them. He came across a old abandoned bank and slipped in through the window. "This will do." He squeezed between a Atm machine and hid behind a large plant, covering himself as much as he could. Getting no sleep last night was really haunting him today. He closed his eyes and held the short sword close to his chest, ready to strike whoever may be obliged to attack.

((No Problem ;o))

Rain snapped his eyes open to the sound of breaking glass. Through one of the plants leave gaps, he could see three large men step through the door. Wearing all black, holding bags, and guns. Robbers. Cornicoupia must have died down, because the head gamemaker was already activating traps. Rain began to worry. One man was no problem, but three burly guys at the same time? That was a death warrant waiting to be signed. He crouched down lower behind the plant, trying his best not to be seen. His only chance would be if somebody happned to step inside of the room. If they did, he may get the chance to run.