{SAIL. [gw vs ggs]

I made it in my mind because
I blame it on A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel cries
I blame it on my own sick pride
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
SAIL.

I wanted Aenor dead. It's as simple as that.

If it hadn't been for the split second of a replenishment of thirst, I would've killed her. And I didn't care. From the moment I'd made contact with her, from the moment I'd watched her feet drag themselves up the stairs at the Reaping, from the moment I'd seen her receive her Training Score, from the moment I saw her make googly eyes as Seah, from the moment I'd shyly muttered out my name, from the moment I'd stepped foot on the soggy Earth around me, and from the moment my silver opened her skin, I wanted her dead. It was shameful that it'd taken four days to realize this. My voice, no matter how much I rejected its words and manipulations, had told me this last night. My eyes stared at artificial stars, Gage's body warmed me. It wasn't that I needed warming, the sun had seemed to get even closer to the floating sphere we all floated on, but it ignited a flame within me. That even I, through all of my frustration and teeth grinding, that I would have to kill him, too. Even if my blade was not the one to slice his neck, I would still have killed him, for he couldn't live if I did. And living was what I wanted most, more than Gage. But as I watched the stars, I was happy. I was content at that moment, because he didn't have to die then. I still had a chance to make him mine.

And as I watched and as he slept, my eyes flickered. They would blink and jolt to the right and then to the left, and my hand would cradle the stump I had as an arm, and my fingers would pull at the stitches, as if they knew that Aenor was the one that had sewed my wound up. It was as if my extremities were trying to tell me something. Like she'd... she'd did it to harm me. It was before I'd realized I wanted her dead. That was when my fear still was a threat, when trust existed. She poisoned you, y'know. Or at least, she tried to. That's why it itches so much. She poisoned me, I knew it. My fingers were right. It was only a matter of time before the black thread had successfully tore the strings out, allowing a small ooze of blood to seep out. Enough to coat my hand.

Blood has benefits, y'know? You should taste it. It was unusual to let myself listen to as much as what it was being said. Maybe a few words every now and again, but never full phrases. I'd contemplated through the two other nights about my voice, and that it wasn't good. I still wanted two parents that I could talk to before I went to bed, and feel embarrassed when they took me places and someone I knew was there. Really? What comes with it? A lot of things. Energy, strength, power, intelligence. Victory. I liked victory. I needed victory. I licked my hand.

With the rustic taste of blood in my mouth and a gnawing at my stomach, I watched as the Anthem played, and I watched as District 7's male tribute's face flashed for roughly 3 seconds before an announcement of 11 left, of 10 kills until I could live.

I slept.

]----------[

Fortunately, when I woke, there were not mutts nor was there a single or group of tributes threatening to attack. All there was was a gnawing hunger and a threatening thirst, one that left the insides of my mouth puffy. It was ironic that I hadn't drank water yet, but for 3 days, and the beginning of a 4th, water was no where to be found. The ground that we slept and walked and cried on was moist, and water was near, but it hadn't been found.

Gage was gone, that was fine, there hadn't been a cannon. He'd be back soon. And when he did get back, there was water, and water, I drank.

And soon after came two mutts, but I was awake, they'd be gone in no time, just like Aenor should've been.

[attacks Lula]
[dice=200+2000]
[deep gash on forehead | 9.0 damage]

I made it in my mind because
I blame it on A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel cries
I blame it on my own sick pride
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
SAIL.

It was strange to feel so confident one moment and then feel inferior the next. That an animal, even if it was artificial or not, could destroy a person. She was physically being destroyed, and the heavy armor that she once wore was now shredded and on the ground, a slight cut had ensued, and after one of the beasts had attacked Gage, the other had attacked her, but it had attacked her with much success. Blood spewed, and the one arm she kept slung out at the beast. She needed to gain her confidence back. She'd already been sponsored once, she could be again. She knew it.

[attacks Ayu]
[dice=200+2000]
[attack | damage]

i made it to where i could keep it like this if i wanted to, lol. probably will edit.

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope

"Wow, you're a genius. They're dead? For real. Stop lying! Pfft, look at them, they are so alive. Just look at 'em squirmin', look at 'em killing us. Oooooh, they are so not dead. " If the sarcasm hadn't been obvious, she didn't care. Her body was gashed, opened, damaged, and she feared for her life. It took two dog beasts to realize that she could die as quick as anyone else. There was no invisible hand that would guide her through the Games, she'd have to do it herself. "I know they're dead, just like Aenor should be.

The fight was finished, and there were no sounds of the beasts being poisonous. If Gage or Hawthorn didn't turn their backs on her, she wouldn't on them. They didn't have to die then, she needed them. Besides, Gage was hot, and her tongue still hadn't licked him. With the bloodied blade by her side, she sat on the ground, her back against a tree. It reminded her of the days where she would converse with herself about her innerworkings, about the voice in her head. Her bag rested against her, open at the top, filled with items. It was an annoyance to pack around, but she clamped on to it as if it were her lifeline. As if losing a switchblade would make her heart stop.

Pulling out a jug of water from her bag, she dumped a bit on top of her head before filling her mouth with it. It'd been such a long time since she'd drank anything that the lukewarm temperature did not phase her. The sun beamed down from above, as if it were an intangible flame that seared skin. Even through the gold shirt, her skin burned. And with a large gash to go with it, she was miserable. Gage was off to the side and muttered to not forget to drink and bandage up. Soyala was unsure if she enjoyed how he tried to take the position of the leader, it made him seem like he was saying things just to make sure he still had a voice. "I know, I know. Bandagestitchdrinkhunt, I'll do what you want." Soyala Delaire! Don't say things like that, you might anger him. Chill. If you haven't noticed, his attacks aren't exactly the best. It was strange that she'd actually started communicating with the voice again. For months, she'd cut herself off from the voice, but lately she'd found herself allowing her self to delve more into it. She would not let the old ways surface, she was still Soyala. Right? Says the girl who can kill nothing but a rabbit. And I'm not too happy about that either.

"Shut up!" she yelled, angered and frustrated. She let out a grunt. At that moment she didn't care that the others didn't know what she was talking about, who or what she was talking to. She was angered not at her voice, but at herself. It was true. She hadn't killed anything. Why was it so hard? She'd killed the two most important people in her life, but when it came down to it, she couldn't kill anyone to save her own life, there was always someone else to help. She was doing no good to the viewers in Panem and the Capitol, she could sense it. Within her elbows and toes and fingers. She deserved a 2, and the reason why someone had been dumb enough to sponsor her was beyond her belief, and it probably didn't help that as soon as she got it she'd tossed it to Hawthorn for his own benefit. She couldn't keep anything else, her bag was already full.

But suddenly she felt embarrassed, like she'd farted in class while all was quiet. She couldn't be pushed that easily, or else she'd end up doing something she'd regret. With the heat unbearable, she found herself taking off her shirt, both for the convenience of stitching up her wounds and having the possibility of cooling off. She could feel sweat dripping down the back of her neck and soaking the straps of her bra. Stinging came as she spread her wound open, establishing just how deep the cut had went. "FUCK that hurts." She hissed as she pulled out a needle and some thread from her backpack, not allowing herself to talk her way out of it. She had to do it or she would bleed to death. The needle was curved and the thread was black, and she found difficulty as she began to stitch up the wound. And after she'd finished she repeated with a smaller one, which took much less time.

She threw the needle off to the side and stood up, after zipping her backpack and slinging it over her right shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Plants work," she muttered to Hawthorn, who'd went unscathed in the fight. "Lucky, you know. You could've died, but the mutts didn't like you, I guess. Or maybe they did. Whichever is the one that makes them not attack a person."

She turned on her heel and walked towards a gathering of plants on the ground, recognizing many from the station she'd went to during Training. Seeing Gage close by, she recognized few that would both heal and feed. "Off to your left. The dark green ones are good for eating, one's with the fuzzy leaves heal. Take 'em." What are you doing? He's in your alliance, but you didn't have to let him know how good you are at locating plants. I know. I just wanted to. Deal with it. After gathering a fair share of both edible plants and healing ones, she shoved some of both into her mouth before getting just as much as she'd eaten again, clenching them in her hand. The tastes were nasty and she knew her teeth would be greenish, but she didn't care.

She sat her bag on the soggy ground and unzipped it. She'd just remembered that she had bandages in there. It was convenient that the roll was split up into 3 segments, because everyone in her alliance needed it. She tossed Gage a segment, did the same for Hawthorn, and then somehow managed to wrap herself in them. She couldn't wait until the Capitol supplied her another arm.

"Say thank you." She began to drag herself back to the clearing where they'd slept. "You're welcome," she muttered. Her head snapped to the side and her sweaty hair wrapped around her head and stuck to her cheeks, her eyes widened. But all she saw was another rabbit, and she dove for it.

[attempts to trap rabbit]
[dice=2]
[failure]

It was alright that she hadn't caught it, she'd already ate today. She didn't want to get fat.