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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 8, 2011 16:06:43 GMT -5

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My eyes closed tightly that night thanks to being so tired. No struggling to get some rest or having another sleepless night. As soon as the faces disappeared from the sky, I was out like a light. It was the first time I had had nightmares since being in this arena. The faces of the two boys that I killed were burned into my mind, the only thing I could see for the longest time. And then I was in a fight. The enemy was a large mutt, its mouth wide open as saliva poured down and the warm breath seeming to embrace my skin. The rugged fur coat it had was colored a dark brown, making it nearly impossible to see under the small bit of light the moon was giving off. Despite my many attempts to run or to slash forward with every weapon I had, the mutt wasn't getting affected or even flinching.

It ended when the creature dove forward, biting deep into my throat with ease. That's when I shot up into a sitting position, welcomed by the sun's rays. Morning. My brain tells me, as if I couldn't figure it out myself. The ringing in my ear was distracting too, so maybe it was a good thing that I subconsciously told myself the time of day. My eyes finally cleared up as I wiped them, giving me a better view of the large mosquito that seemed to be floating right in front of me. What the hell? It didn't take long to realize that there were more, all surrounding me. When the first one dug into my skin, I immediately grabbed hold of my bag and weapons, setting off in a random direction. Picking up speed was all I could do to run from the horrible creatures as they took their turns digging into my skin.

I finally burst out of a small patch of trees, entering a large area. Around me were large bones, each one seeming to increase in size as I discovered them. Don't touch them. Was the first thing that entered my mind, so I didn't even step forward onto the floor of bones. Staying on the grass as much as I could, I swatted the remaining bugs away. Their bites were itchy, more than a bug bite ever has been for me. My nails had grown a bit longer since being here so they'd probably help with scratching, but I tried my best to avoid it for now. Who knows what they'd do if I did scratch them. Instead, I focused on keeping off the floor of bones to make sure I didn't snap one and attract the attention of another tribute. I had left Soyala and Hawthorn behind. That's what worried me. Were we the only ones who got attacked by the bugs? Could I have wandered into an area that housed a large alliance who would have no trouble killing me.

I tried to rid my mind of those thoughts, instead thinking of a way to find my alliance once again. For now, it seemed like I would be alone. That was a good thing. Maybe it meant that I could stay hidden and stay out of a fight today. If I could avoid stepping on the bones or doing anything that would make noise, perhaps I could find another place to hide and stay safe. Rest would be the best medicine for my wounds and exhaustion. And maybe the itchy bites, which I had slowly begun to scratch at. It was impossible not to. One on my jaw line would not calm down, instead seeming to become more and more itchy as my fingers clawed at it. Leaving it alone would be just as bad, surely. It would continue to be itchy until I scraped my fingers along the skin once again.

My mind was filled with thoughts of the bugs and the bites, all of it becoming incoherent. It was covering up my strategy plans, the thoughts that I needed to be accessing the most at this minute. But everything did clear away. It all cleared away when I looked ahead, seeing the girl. She was the one from nine, if I remembered correctly. The blind girl that we had attacked a few days ago. Was she still doing well? Would it be smart to attack? Yes. That was the only thing that came to mind. I couldn't find a reason for why I shouldn't. Maybe the Games and this Arena were getting to me. Maybe it would be better to just hurry things up and try my best to get out of here. Before I become a monster. I wouldn't want to go home like that. To be different than I was when I entered. Holding onto that part of me was hard enough.

Or maybe I was just getting into a career state of mind. All this time I had been allied with two careers. Maybe it had gotten to my head and was changing who I was as a person. I hated it with every part of me. I hated who I had become. Could I ever change back if I made it out alive? I'd like to say yes. Part of me does agree. But the other part is denying any recovery of my old self. Still, it was a chance I had to take. The thought of seeing Dashica and Pilot once again was enough to help me ignore that burning hatred of my new self. I had always been embarrassed and shy and not confrontational at all. Yet here I was, ready to head up and end this girl's life if I could. Was that who I wanted to be when all of this was done? I wouldn't let that happen. Couldn't, really. But to even get to that point, this girl would have to die at some point. So, why not now? I ready my spear as I make my way closer. And just when I'm close enough, I lunge forward with the spear in my hand, aiming towards the blind girl from Nine.

[[Saskia ; Spear]]
[dice=200+3000]
[[Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage]]

The spear slashed lightly across the back of her head. Any closer to the front of her head and I probably could have ended her life immediately. Still, baby steps may be the key to winning this fight. To winning my life back. That's all I wanted. To be able to live. Because even though I've never been a big fan of love, life without it would be the worst thing in the world. And I would do whatever I could to prevent having that.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 8, 2011 17:50:00 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Aug 8, 2011 17:50:00 GMT -5

According to Lethe and Razor there had only been a few people in the sky last night- none that I recognized. Of course, the only people I really knew were my current alliance and Anya. I had slept rather well until I woke up to having half my blood being sucked out of my body. Bugs, ug. In District Nine these pests weren't around anymore, something about the factory smoke drove them away. It was the only good thing about those buildings.

I could feel them biting into my skin which brought back the memory of when that mutt tore my toes off. Needless to say I did whatever possible to get them off me. I started slapping anywhere that itched, but there were so many that every hit ended with dead bugs smeared across my palm.

"Saskia and Razor follow me!" I heard the female voice say- it was Lethe, she was calling out for me. I swatted away the insects but there were always more to fill their place. Giving up on killing them I just started to run towards their voices. Where was Razor's hand? It had always been there for me and now I was by myself. Grabbing my crossbow, I discovered it could slap away more bugs at a time than my hands could. After knocking more to the side I started after my alliance but I couldn't hear them- buzzing filled my ears and soon it was all I could think about. I didn't give up running though, I kept moving. It was harder than before, of course. There was a gap in my foot that threw off my balance but I didn't let it slow me down too much. Eventually the mob of mosquitoes found some other poor creature to suck from and I could stop and take a breath.

"Razor? Lethe?" I panted, leaning up against something smooth, almost like a tree free of bark or a large, smooth rock. When I didn't get an answer, I said the names a little louder. I listened, but not a single voice replied. Fear grew in the bottom most part of my brain until it filled it completely. "Lethe! Razor!"

Alone. I was left alone just like those first few hours in the Arena until I had found Razor. My legs ached from running, my skin was itchy but I was too worried to do something about it. Did they leave me on purpose? Surely not. Lethe was to nice for that and Razor... there wasn't a doubt. They got separated- it was probably planned by the Gamemakers!

Leaning against one of the rocks, I tried wiping some of the sweat from my forehead but it was useless. My hair was matted to my head with the stuff and I felt the dirt that covered my legs from trekking through the Arena. Running a hand along the stone, my alarm went up again when it fell into a hole. Pushing off from it, I ran both hands across the surface. It was not a rock. I followed it down until a part broke off in my hand. Throwing the stuff down, I found that I was standing in a bed of bone. Bones. Bones of what? They cracked under my weight and the whole thing added more and more to the fear that was curling its fingers around my heart. I'm alone, surrounded by bones and covered in bug bites. Could this get any worse?

It can. Of yes, sir. I felt a blade tear into the skin on the back of my head. Instinctively, my hand went up to the cut, warm blood oozed onto my fingers and I was done. Dropping the crossbow and turning in the direction of the blade, I drew my knife. I was worried of them picking up my crossbow, all the bolts were my belt, some had even broken off and fallen on the trek there.

If I could see, I'm be staring daggers into whoever just attacked me. The stinging was setting into the wound, but I ignored it. Listening, I heard feet moving over the ground. Waiting, as the sound grew louder, I threw myself at the tribute, jamming my knife forward hoping to hit them where it really counted.

[Attacks Gage with knife]
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[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm - 3.5 damage]

"Who are you?!" I asked, after feeling my knife slip into the skin. It probably wasn't a bad cut, but it was deep enough to bleed. Frankly, I didn't care who they were, but once I started to get them talking the easier it would be to locate them in the area. The easier to pinpoint- the easier to attack.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 8, 2011 19:05:54 GMT -5

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I've never been the most coordinated. Probably one of the least, actually. Normal slopes would turn into impossible climbs and everyday tasks would usually turn into embarrassing mishaps. Whether it was slipping on a wet floor or hitting the back of my head on something as I regained an erect position, it was a common thing that I went through. So, when I stumbled forward after feeling the spear scratch across the girl's back, losing my balance and tumbling to the ground, I wasn't at all shocked. It was until I hit the ground, rolling once and throwing my arm back to stop the embarrassment that I was actually surprised. The sharp pain shot up my arm as I threw it up off the ground. A small tusk was stuck, deep in my left arm. I cursed as I stood back up, being careful not to touch the impaled wound.

Fuck. I think to myself, not needing to worry about many injuries than I already have to. Wrapping my hand gently around the tusk, I tried to keep my voice and grunts down to keep hidden from the girl. But it was impossible to keep the shout that erupted from my mouth from happening. That's when I felt the blade slash across my forearm. Keeping quiet would be my best bet if I wanted to live, probably. Holding my left arm up against my chest, I prepared for another attack. But when asked who I was, all my adrenaline disappeared. Maybe I wasn't becoming a monster. I still wanted to help this girl. She was blind. Wasn't that enough of a possible disadvantage? Who knew. Arbor did win. But still, part of me felt bad for attacking the girl. "Gage Cooper. District Three. Listen, I'm sorry." I mutter quietly, trying to move around quietly.

"We are in some sort of graveyard. Be careful of the bones. They hurt." I don't know why I was helping her. There's nothing saying I had to except the nagging feeling inside of me. I was actually happy to have done it though. Because it showed that I wasn't as much of a monster as I thought I might be becoming. Still, in the heat of battle, wanting to fight for my life and kill the girl, I could find a way to help her. That was good, right? "I'm sorry." I quieted right down, keeping my footsteps as quiet as possible as I avoided the bones on the ground. I didn't want to fall again and impale my arm once more. And giving her sound was not good either. She could very well kill me if she knew where I was. So, when I finally came to a stop, I prepared my spear. Then, I lunged forward, hoping to cause damage once again. I needed to live. I needed to.

[[Saskia ; Spear]]
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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 8, 2011 20:30:32 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Aug 8, 2011 20:30:32 GMT -5

"Gage Cooper. District Three. Listen, I'm sorry."

Sorry? Why were people always sorry for me? I don't need anybody's pity! It was infuriating how someone with only a minor offense against me in an understandable circumstance could spout nothing but apologies! I'm tired of it! I asked for his identity not his feelings. I wasn't sure why this set me off, but I didn't need this- even if this was the lowest part of my Games so far.

"We are in some sort of graveyard. Be careful of the bones. They hurt."

Thank you Captain Obvious. It may have taken me some time to figure that out but I'm not stupid. I'm blind, not slow. However his words, no matter how frustrating they were, helped me. I followed the sound of this boy's voice. Gage Cooper from District Three. The boy who was so sorry to be fighting a blind girl. I wonder if the tributes fighting Arbor were as apologetic when he was killing them. Kicking pieces of bone at the tribute from District three, I found him rather easy to follow, he had already fallen and cried out with pain. Must have fallen on a sharp bone. Good, the surroundings were helping me.

Wincing in pain, I followed Gage as he stood up and shuffled through the bones I had kicked towards him. Then he stopped. Holding my breath I waited and was meet with his blade against my back. It wasn't bad, but in a terrible spot I couldn't reach it on my own.

"Oh yeah, I can just feel how sorry you are," I said, lifting my hand with the blood from the head wound on it. Since he had stopped moving, I couldn't tell were he was, the attack had turned me around and all the itching on my limbs was not helping. However, Gage Cooper wasn't the most graceful tribute and his movement gave him away- not to mention his panting. Lunging forward I slid my knife forward, cutting through the air and hoping to land the blade on the tribute.

[Attacks Gage with Knife]
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[Block- 0.0]

The knife only met air but I refused to let it get to me. An idea entered my head and I went with it. I could sense Gage in front of me, his breathing more to my right than I had predicted. My left hand was by my side though, hidden by my body. The thing is, with seeing people they can be fooled easily. They believe everything they see even when it isn't true. Slowly taking a bolt from my belt I hid the point with my left hand and suddenly winced it pain, falling to the ground and curling into where the "arrow had hit me"

"Someone else is here," I said, my face contorted in pain, my breath shallow. "I can hear them in the bones."

All I could do was hope this guy was as stupid as he thought I was. After all he was "sorry."

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 9, 2011 3:53:55 GMT -5

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The spear slashed across her back, adding another injury that she would need to take care of if she got out of this alive. My movements were careful as I attempted to avoid the bones, hoping to not crack any and attract the girl's attention. That would be all I need. Having her know exactly where I am despite each step I made would only be life threatening. So, it would be beneficial to just stay as quiet as I possibly could, avoiding the blind girl's swings. Really, she wasn't at that much of a disadvantage. Maybe she couldn't see things. So what? Without the glasses that sat carefully on my ears and nose, I would be nearly blind too, only seeing blurry shapes and smudged colors. It was a pain in the ass to deal with and it would surely make things difficult with identifying people and allies in the Games but it really didn't affect how to fight. Heightened hearing would make up for it and she'd be able to hear every step of her enemies. That could be even better than having sight.

And when she slashed, I actually started to disagree with myself completely. She missed me by quite a bit, obviously mistaken by my whereabouts. Either way, the blade didn't come in contact, giving me the perfect chance to swing forward. But I didn't because she seemed to drop down to the ground, her hand seeming to be stabbed with some sort of arrow like object. Her suggestion of somebody else being here was immediately dismissed in my mind. I could see. I could hear. There was nobody else in our general vicinity and we would be absolutely fine to end this between ourselves. Still, for the benefit of the doubt, I made my way closer. "Being blind doesn't make you stupid. So stop acting like it." I muttered, taking a look at her hand to see that she was simply holding the arrow thing in it.

I leaned down, offering my hand to get her back up. I wanted her dead so I could live, yes. But it didn't feel right to attack her while she was down. Anyways, if she didn't want my help, she didn't have to take it. And then I'd attack anyways because I would not just sit around and hand her life. No, if I wanted something, I'd take it. That's what I haven't done my whole life. Going for things that I want and have a passion for. And I needed life. I wanted life and I needed it. Because that meant I could see the ones I loved again. Yes, this girl probably had somebody to go home to as well. Or maybe the only person she cared about was the boy she was with earlier. I saw how they were acting. He wasn't dead yet but he could be any day now. Would she want to live without him?

I didn't care for anybody in the arena. Not Seah. He left us so there was no point to. Not Aenor. She had always been a bitch anyways. Yeah, she was from my district. I had to feel something because of that. Soyala? Maybe. She was the one I cared the most for but even then, it wasn't that much. If I saw her face in the sky, I would feel a brief amount of sadness before moving on and accepting that it brought me one step closer. But in order to take that step, I needed to get rid of this girl. So, I took a step back, readying my spear to lunge again. And then I charged forward with my arms and spear, hoping to hurt the girl once again.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 9, 2011 14:00:31 GMT -5

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Things can change within seconds. Especially in a place like the arena where there are many factors, each contributing to the outcome of the day. Had I not taken a step too far, had I not lost my balance and fallen to the ground and had the tusk not been there, I could have still had smooth skin all the way down my arm with no gash along the way. Sometimes it's quite humorous when things change so suddenly. When at one minute, you're expecting all to go well and it just goes to shit so fast that you really don't have time to think about it. And of course, vice versa. Having no hope one bit in yourself or the situation but still having enough self respect to not let your death be simple and easy. And then when there's that one moment where you believe that hey, maybe I could live from this.

That one moment came when the spear dug straight through the girl's eye, not stopping until it surely went through her brain. She would be dead in moments, if not already. And although that meant I could leave with my life, I felt sick already. My legs began to feel wobbly, so I took a seat on the ground, just staring at the body of the girl who I had just killed. N-no. This was the second time I ended somebody's life so immediately. So quickly that they would've had no time to really do anything. Whether it was to beg or to try and give themselves peace in their eternal slumber, I didn't allow that. It was horrible. Yet, in all honest, it had to be done. Who in the arena wouldn't stop and think before ending my life if they had the chance? Nobody. They would find me and kill me and do whatever they pleased to my body. That's why I was capable of getting up, holding my wound tightly. I quickly searched through the girl's belongings, taking the crossbow and remaining bolts she had and her days worth of plants. Then I moved away from the body, hearing the cannon go off and knowing that the hovercraft would descend a claw for her any minute now.

My eye was still bruised from the first day. I could feel it every time I opened and closed it. Each blink would send another small and dull burst of pain around my eye. But it didn't even come close to comparing to the pain I felt from the wound on my arm. I dropped down to the ground, making sure there were no tusks around me to stab into my arm. There weren't any bones along the edge, really. Just the odd few that could have snapped under any boot. Pulling my bag closer, I pushed in the things I grabbed from Saskia, taking out my needle and thread I used last time and stitching up the gash on my arm. Then I pulled out one day's worth of my medical plants, stuffing them in my mouth in hopes of relieving the pain immediately. Any relieving feeling would be amazing. Just amazing.

And while all alone in the graveyard, I felt almost relaxed. Nobody was around to fight me. Nobody was around to put tension in the air as we did our everyday tasks. Instead, I could try and compose my thoughts and prepare for whatever would come at me in the next few days. To get out of this place, I need to be ready. Ready to see the faces in the sky of my friends and previous comrades. Ready to fight if it was needed. Ready to win these stupid Games and escape the arena as much as I could. Even if it was still in my head after getting out of here, if I did, I'd be able to live. That's all I wanted. And the blood on the end of my spear proved that. Even if it threatened to bring up everything that I worked hard to keep in my stomach. For now, I was alive. All I need is the chance.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 9, 2011 16:40:48 GMT -5

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Well, the people back home would have fallen for it. Hearing Gage lean down, I prepared for an attack but nothing happened. Listening, his weight shifted and he was... sticking his hand out? He's actually sorry. Maybe he could let me run off or something.

"Thank-,"

That's when it happened, with the words of gratitude still on my lips, he stabbed me in the eye. In the eye. What a jerk. I couldn't even see it coming. One moment he's helping me up, the next his blade is in my skull, causing a kind of agony that is painful but ends so fast it's hard to explain in words.

My eyes are so tired,
they should sleep, but they won't

All I had time for was a shaky last breath of air. That's all. No elegant last words, no confessions. It all happened too quickly for those. Tears built up but didn't have the time to fall, and neither did the words stuck in my throat.

I wanted to say so much, I could make a list of all the things I wanted to say in my final moments. I wanted to thank Anya and Lethe for being so nice to me and teaming up with a blind girl. I wanted to tell Razor... I wanted to know so much more about him but I only got a week. Just one more time I wanted to feel his hand in mine and know I was going to be okay because that quippy boy from District Two who smelled like godawful roses was there for me.

My eyes are stuck open, love,
want more of him, they need less of this.

I didn't get any of that. All I got for my death was Gage Cooper's hand and then his spear. Perhaps I gave him my trust too fast, scratch that- I did.

Death is so unfair.

My fingers went limp and my weapons dropped out of my grasp. The last thing I remember was dropping to my knees with all my unspoken confessions on my lips before completely losing touch with the rest of the world.

My eyes are lonely and cold.
They're young and they're old.

When people die they always describe it as "everything going dark" or seeing a bright white light." A lot of good that does me, so how do I know if I'm dead or not? I always see blackness and even if there was a light I wouldn't be able to see it. Even in the afterlife I get screwed over!

Then, there it was. A voice, high and girlish, singing. There was only one person that had ever sung to me like that and... my blood ran cold as I took in air through my nose and smelled the sweet chill of a forest during winter. My nose? It was broke and now it was perfect. Straight, clear and clean.

They're looking for a way out,
a moment to let you in.

So it's true. I'm gone. The reality of it hurt more than the spear through the eye. The sweet sound of singing still filled my ears but it made my eyes sting with tears and I had the time here to let them fall. Where ever I was, I could take my time sobbing and shouting words no one could hear. Sitting with my knees tucked up to my chest, I felt like a little kid again, crying because I couldn't see the snow that had fallen over the District one year. Everyone had said it was so beautiful and I couldn't appreciate it.

"It's because your special, Saskia" my sister had said in an attempt to console me. I could feel her arms around me right now, as if she was actually embracing me and tell me it- "It'll get better."

I felt another hand on my shoulder, and another voice joined the singing, mixing harmonies and makes the sweetest sounds I've ever heard. It was Anya- I could tell now. I could recognize her voice something I never could seem to do before.

"Are the other's coming?" I asked hopefully, wiping away the tears that were drying on my cheeks.

"Of course they are. They wouldn't abandon you. They're always there for you,"

Taking her hand in my mind, I patiently waited in the forest, listening to the beautiful symphonies the trees played and waiting for Lethe and Razor to join me. Anya promised they would come, and as always, I put my wholehearted trust in her.

They want nothing to do with me
and only want to do with him.

They didn't disappoint.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 9, 2011 20:22:21 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Aug 9, 2011 20:22:21 GMT -5

The distance from Soyala to her last standing alliance member could only have been a few hundred yards. Between the shadows and the dust that kicked up with every gust of wind or sliding step, distances were lost in haze and Seah could see little to nothing far away from him. Perhaps he had heard the noise - he was fairly certain - but he could have easily gone the wrong direction, been tricked by the sound of the air whirring around him. Was he wrong about the cannon? Had it been in an entirely different location?

One of the shadows cast by the resting bones - or at least that's what he assumed it had was, at first - twitched slightly, throwing a bit of dust in the air and sounding like the familiar noise of a step on hard ground. Seah discerned two figures not far ahead, though they were blurred. One was limp on the ground; the other was moving about already.

Seah stepped forward then, clutching his sword with shaking fingers. Why was he afraid? This was what he had been taught, what his parents had always told him, what he had even grown up believing. But in the arena, the idea seemed next to impossible.

Never be afraid to kill.

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Post by Nofo on Aug 9, 2011 20:34:53 GMT -5

Aénor knew never to speak too soon. Just when you feel comfortable, the whole world goes to shit. As she eyed Nerd Cooper, it was clear that he seemed relax. It was all too perfect. She could already see the look on his face as she raised her flail to him. She wanted to watch him die. That was all she dreamed about now in the arena. Ginger was dead, now her boyfriend should die as well. Aénor knew that she would be ultimately sastisfied when they felt the pain and humiliation they inflicted on her. She didn’t care about his feelings now, he didn’t care about hers when he tried to kill her and failed. Seah was with her, and he was outnumbered just as she was before.

Seah was the first to make his move, and she followed directly after. A small cut was left in the swords wake. Aénor knew she would do better. She swung her flail with all of her might.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 10, 2011 14:35:52 GMT -5

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The sun wasn't as strong today, having to push its way through the little bits of clouds in the sky to heat the remaining tributes up. Everything was calm. For once. No matter what, I was still on edge. It didn't matter how nice the day was. There was still a body just a bit away from me and other tributes that were roaming the arena. That's why I kept my hand on my spear, not wanting to let it go. I wasn't really able to let the thing out of my hand after seeing what I could do with it. I knew the knife was good. I was good with the knife. The two deaths I got with it kind of proved that in some sick and twisted way. The spear was something I wasn't good with. No matter how much or how hard I tried, I couldn't do well with it, only missing with the long spear or scratching against the other's skin and not really doing much to help me win.

After dealing with the wound from impaling myself, I stood up, wanting to move around a bit or to get out of safety. That probably would've been the best thing to do before getting every wound cleaned up and getting the herbs in me. It would've saved me from any harm at least, had I left the area and headed in the direction I could have came from. Moving my arm around, I held the spear carefully. That's when I felt the sword slash against my bicep and felt the heavy object snap my knee. Immediately dropping to the ground, I looked up at my attackers. Seah, my previous alliance member and the district four male, was standing there with his sword in hand. Beside him was Aenor, my district partner who was wielding the flail that broke my knee. "Yeah, nice to see you too." I mutter through clenched teeth, trying to fight back the tears that are bound to come because of the break.

It was useless. A few tears escaped my eyes, dripping down my face and surely making trails in the dirt that was probably splattered across it. I got up on one knee, hoping to at least get one attack in but I immediately fell back over. This wasn't good. Two people against me and I had a broke knee. But that's when the idea came to mind and the spear in my hand seemed to feel slightly heavier. I just needed a way to stand up. I pushed myself up off the ground, balancing on the spear for support. I would just need a brief moment of being upright to lunge forward with the weapon and hope to hit them somewhere. Down low, I could only access a few points, even if the spear was longer. It felt wrong to be on the ground. Once I was standing as upright as I could be, keeping the leg with the broken knee of the ground, I lunged forward with the spear in hand at the one who cause this broken knee.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 10, 2011 15:34:58 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Aug 10, 2011 15:34:58 GMT -5

Only three days ago, Gage had looked unstoppable to Seah. Though he was the real Career and the other boy was not, there had been something powerful about the District Three male that he could respect. Seah weighed at least thirty pounds more and stood five inches taller, and still he once felt less than an equal match to the other. Perhaps even more so when Aenor looked at Gage fondly, but he wouldn't allow himself to think like that. There was no caring glimmer in her eyes when she looked at him, clearly.

People didn't kill people they cared about, right? The thought caught him off guard, but Seah thought about it for a split second and let himself believe it. Not yet.

Whatever respect or intimidation Seah sensed had disappeared. Somewhere deep inside his head, where his parents urged him and yelled and ordered him around, a feeling of absolute disgust arose and emerged on his face, showing itself in a smirk and a pointed glare. When he spoke, he was not sure if he was himself or if he was faking or if something had gone horribly, horribly wrong in his head. What was he starting?

"Stop crying. Do you want to die like a wimp?"

And then Seah almost wondered if he would cry too, when the time came.

He dropped his sword then, taking a second to pluck another weapon from his assortment. It had proven him almost useless the last few fights, only putting small gashes on Soyala.

[Attacks Gage -- Flail]
[dice=200+12000]
Miss - 0.0 damage

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 10, 2011 21:22:27 GMT -5

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Was he really trying to pull this? After all this time? Seah was somebody who had it lucky in these Games. During the time we were together, Seah barely had to deal with injuries or worrying about dying that day. And in his current condition, it looked like he still didn't have to worry about it. Did he have any right to say anything? Not one bit. Did it intensify the anger that was coursing through my veins? Without a doubt. Maybe he hadn't broken a leg before. There was only so much pain that you could handle. When you reached your break point, it was pointless to try and ignore the tears. Breaking a leg sort of brought you past that point in seconds. Imagine your bone breaking in two, Seah. Then say that to me again. In the end, he'd probably break down even more than I did. I was used to dealing with the pain from fighting.

He wasn't even worth my effort. Seah was doing well enough in the Games so far, so he'd be an obvious target for anybody he passed by. Being injured is what will screw you over in the Games. I had to face it each day. I've had to fight each day. I wasn't a wimp like Seah who decided to hide behind his allies. And here I was, trapped on the ground with a bitch and a wuss. Aenor. That's right. She wasn't any better. It wouldn't surprise me if she was dead within the next day or two. Maybe I shouldn't be as hard on her. District Three deserved a victor. But nobody could fill Katie's shoes. Katie should've been that victor. If I were to die, I wanted anybody other than the two before me. They weren't deserving. Not one bit. I readied my spear once again, lunging forward at Aenor.

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// out of sight // out of mind // [saskia vs gage] Aug 10, 2011 21:42:35 GMT -5

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