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The Forgotten Ones - Day 1 Oct 10, 2011 21:37:34 GMT -5

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Post by Eastern Orange on Oct 10, 2011 21:37:34 GMT -5

When the pain in my side reaches a crescendo, I flop down clutching my stomach, emitting sounds mirth. That. Was. Awesome. I hold up my hatchet, eyeing the blood smeared blade, trying to recall exactly how it felt driving it into person after person. I give a giddy laugh, swinging the hatchet around above me, pantomiming slaying another person. I can’t wait until my next fight. In fact, I don’t want to wait. I want to go back to the Cornucopia and see if there was anyone still there to engage, but I knew that that be a really stupid move. I wanted more fights, but I also wanted to live ~~so I could fight more.~~

Growing up, I had little freedom. Sure, I had the rolling green hills of my property to roam, but I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere else, and I had to check in with my mom every hour. In fact, I had to check in with mom about everything. What should I wear? What should I eat? Who can I talk to (not that anyone would ever talk to me)? It was maddening. I didn’t even have any friends. The kids who worked at the ranch were to afraid to talk to me since I was the Boss’s son. So not only did I have a crazy overbearing mother, I had no one to laugh, play and confined in. But I never realized just how bad I had it until I came out here.

I can do whatever the fuck I want now. I can run around, stay up late, cut the shit outta people. Yea, I probably will die, but at least I’ve felt this wonderful freedom. People will actually notice me here, and if they ignore me like they used too, I can cut them the fuck up! I can make them notice me. I start to giggle. Yes. I can make them with my friend here, Mr. Swipey. I swing the hatchet above me buoyantly, making ‘swishing’ noises. They shall have to listen Mr. Swipey, as he can be very persuasive at times.

I lift a hand to pet my beloved pet, when I realize that my hand was missing the pinky and ring finger. Pain immediately spikes up my arm, and I hiss. I recall the boy who did this to me, the boy from District One. He was dead already. Damn, a shame. It would have been nice to kill him myself.

I hear approaching sobs and flip around on my stomach. I raise Mr. Swipey, but realize that it’s only Dysis. I grin, happy that she found me – I had been worried that we’d be separated - but a little disappointed that it wasn’t someone I could attack. “Hey there! Ya’ found me!” I get to my feet, brushing off snow. “And you made it out alive. You okay? My entire body hurts. Let’s see if we can find some plants to help.” I completely ignore her tears, as I have no clue how to address them. For all I know she is weeping tears of joy because that was the coolest thing that ever happened.

“Hey, do you know where Nadia is? I didn’t even see her – Oh here she comes.” I smile at my alliance, happy that we all made it through the first battle. Though, it looks like we all went through hell. I’m missing two fingers, Nadia’s stomach is cut open and Dysis has a nice head wound. “Let’s get patch up, eh?” I say, swinging around Mr. Swipey just for fun. I look at him, which reminds me of something. "Oh! You guys get anything good? I didn't. I got a water jug though."

Last Edit: Oct 10, 2011 21:41:03 GMT -5 by Eastern Orange

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The Forgotten Ones - Day 1 Oct 11, 2011 20:18:53 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Oct 11, 2011 20:18:53 GMT -5

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Everything aches.

My movements are mechanical- they lack feeling, power, and life. Step after step after step and suddenly I'm running, with pain throbbing inside of me to the same racing beat as my heart. Liquid fire flows up and down my legs with every step, joints screeching protest as pressure is pushed into them again and again. Blood dribbles down from the cut in my forehead, swooping down around my eye and mixing in with my perspiration. Tears stream down my cheeks, too, but not because of the pain.

They attacked me. They attacked me, an innocent little girl from District Seven who had her name stolen and her life torn away by one Capitol command. Me, Dysis, who was named after sunsets and is decent with a sword. Who loves to jump out of trees, with just a long rope keeping me from hitting the ground. I never did anything to them- I hadn't even attacked anyone. All of the sudden, they were all around me. And they hit me, giving me bruises and even some cuts. I tried to fight back, but there were so many and they were all aiming for me, so that all I could do was flee. They must... they must really hate me, to do something as horrible as that.

Finally, I enter something that looks vaguely familiar. I bite down on my bottom lip, forcing my mind away from the pain and all the faces that attacked me, I try to place my surrounding. I'm surrounded by trees, only they don't look like the ones that grow back at home. They're taller and thicker and frozen, as if they have been stuck in winter ever since they first began to grow, and are now made eternal by the ice that fills them where life should be. A jungle, maybe? A... a frozen jungle?

Suddenly, I see a figure in front of me. No. No, not another one! I can't take anymore fighting or faces, faces, faces that attack me and hurt me and make me cry... but then I recognize him, and my heart lightens ever so slightly. A familiar face in this horrible, twisted place filled with pain and red, red, (white), red. My tears do not stop, though, when I collapse in front of him, fingers clawing the frozen ground. My breath comes in sharp hisses, and black spots blink in and out of my vision. Berkley, though... well, he's just Mr. Positive, isn't he? Banged up pretty bad (though not quite as bad as me), yet he's smiling and has a new glint in his eyes that I don't recognize. He's trying to make plans, but I can hardly focus on that. Thoughts are racing through my head at a million miles a second, and I whisper over and over again about how much they hate me.

"I... I need to..." I give a cough, standing up and staring at them with wide turquoise eyes. "I need a tree to jump out of."

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The Forgotten Ones - Day 1 Oct 12, 2011 21:04:38 GMT -5

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Post by Eastern Orange on Oct 12, 2011 21:04:38 GMT -5

I roll my eyes and place my hands on Dysis's shoulders, shaking some sense into her. "Focus girl!" I snap, waving my hand in front of her face. "Ya ain't dead yet. At least ya got all yer fingers still." I let go off her and look around me. "Let's get ya' something fer the pain." I am once again thankful that I grew up on a ranch, and am familiar with plants and their purposes. I smirk, feeling superior.

It takes some foraging, but eventually I find a familiar plant that I know for certain has healing qualities. I pull up a clump and shove it in my mouth. While chewing, I shove more in my bag to save for later. "Hey girlies, over here." I call to my alliance, pointing at the clump of plants.

[Berkley has eaten a medicinal plant and collected one day's worth]

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The Forgotten Ones - Day 1 Oct 13, 2011 20:56:48 GMT -5

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I jump and nearly tear myself away when I feel his hands on my bony, trembling shoulders, needing to get away away away. I want so badly to run long and fast and far, so that eventually I will break through whatever invisible barrier keeps me in here and run all the way home, to District Seven, and straight into my father's strong arms. I have always been a Daddy's girl- a tomboy who is strong and able, yet awkwardly jointed so that my elbows and knees are prominent. And my mother... I can just picture her crying right now, watching my every movement through her tears. How can she not? Her baby has been stolen from her and turned into this... this... this tribute who is a total stranger to her. Yet... yet her heart must still ache, because I'm her little girl and Ripred this just isn't fair.

These two aren't my family. They can't even be my friends because in order for me to go home, they cannot survive. They are just faces like the rest of them, and my strings pull me away from him as he waves his hand in front of my face, skittering backward like a bug. I frown ever so slightly at his smile- it just seems so plastic that I can't stand to see it split his face. Everything about him seems far too foreign to me, and I almost choke on the sudden homesickness as I look around and wish to once again be standing in front of a grand tree, sweat dripping down my forehead as I bring the mighty king's reign to an end with one final swing of my blade.

Through my thoughts, I hear Berkley call out to us and gesture to some plants. I glance at them cautiously- Rule Number One in the woods back at home is to never eat an unfamiliar plant. But still, if he says it's okay... I reach down and grab the plant, the juices staining my hand as I slowly shove some into my mouth, chew, and swallow, cringing at the bitter taste the lingers on my tongue. "Ugh." Berkley seems to think that they are useful, though, so I swiftly gather some more.

"I... we need real food," I say. "I can set a trap. I'm not sure if it will catch anything, but..." My voice trails off, and I wander away absentmindedly, setting one of the basic traps I remember from training.

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I desperately hope it will catch something, though I am instantly second guessing myself as I wander back toward them. "We'll have to wait a bit, and then I'll check it." I gaze up at the tall trees- they tower higher than the ones back at home, and the branches look sturdier, and easier to climb. I could fall from so much higher and still have it be safe... but it wouldn't be safe. The branches are frozen and slippery, and without a rope, a fall like that would be deadly. I turn back toward them, trying to keep the fear out of my eyes.

"... so. The Bloodbath. Are you guys, like... okay?"

[Dysis has eaten a medical plant, collected one day's worth, and failed at catching anything with her trap]

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The Forgotten Ones - Day 1 Oct 13, 2011 21:21:35 GMT -5

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Post by Eastern Orange on Oct 13, 2011 21:21:35 GMT -5

A laugh rumbles through my chest at Dysis question. “Okay?” I repeat, incredulous at the word choice. “I’m great! I ne’er felt so alive in m’ life! ‘Twas ah-mazing – the adrenaline, the tangy smell of blood, the sting of sweat in m’eyes, the fatigue searing through m’muscles. Words can’t expalin!” I hold up heavily bandaged hand. “Though, I could ‘ave done without the loss of m’ fingers. Damn Career. But someone got ‘im good fer me.” I give a toothy grin, remembering when the boy from district one fell.

“I got a lot of goodies, too.”I add absent mindedly. The items I got are far less interesting than the damage a dealt with Mr. Swipey. “Most important among ‘em would be m’hatchet.” I pull the gore covered weapon out, wanting to show if off and admire it once more. I once again start imagining how it will feel to bury it in someone again: the energy from cracking bones reverberating up my arm, the wet sound of splattering blood, the warm smell as someone’s juices oozed out. I giggle gleefully. “Oh, I got some uh, pliers….and this backpack. And, uh, some goggles.” My voice is obviously less excited about announcing these things than it was showing off Mr. Swipey.

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The Forgotten Ones - Day 1 Oct 14, 2011 20:34:12 GMT -5

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Post by gxk on Oct 14, 2011 20:34:12 GMT -5

~NAIDA GARDEZ~

Naida ran from the Bloodbath like she had never run before. Her lungs burned and begged for air but she wouldn't stop running. The shirt she wore was becoming sticky and wet with her blood. The wounds to her stomach and arm were both deep and painful. Preforming what she learned about first-aid on the wounds had helped, but it wouldn't be quite enough. She would have to do a better job when she was far enough away from the mass death that she could rest. The group of boys from the training center were vicious, they were killing everyone who crossed their path. It didn't matter, age, gender, size, you were skill far game. And yet Naida felt no hate toward them. They were doing what they needed to do to survive. Dying would mean seeing Raiden again, and waiting with him until her whole family would be together again. Raiden shouldn't have had to wait alone for so long anyway. Living or dying, they were both ok with Naida.

Finally when she could run no more Naida slowed to a walk, drawing in deep breaths of much needed oxygen. Her surroundings had changed from just plane snow and ice, to a frozen forest. It would be quite beautiful if it weren't for the fact she had to fear for her life, and be on guard at every moment. The longsword in her hand had not yet met any blood, Naida was thankful for that. The weapon was so foreign to her. Unlike the spear she was used to, this weapon had no purpose other than killing opponents. Tears began to stream down her face. She didn't want to kill. But if she didn't at least try to survive she would break her family's' hearts even more than she already had.

Naida felt a wave of fear wash over her as she approached to figures. Her only comfort was the blood trail in the snow. Whoever it was was wounded like her, from the looks of it probably worse. Then it hit her, it was Dysis and Berkley. Her friends from the training center. She bolted toward them frantically seeking some companionship in this frozen hell. "You two are hurt. Worse than even me. But at least we're all alive?" She placed a pale hand on her stomach. "I got gashed on the arm, and stabbed in the gut... Raiden he left me, I didn't know what to do... Her words switched to the jumbled mess of insane murmurs about death and voices. Swinging swords, her brother's chest being ripped open, Alba's arm, Takeba meeting her end. A scream erupted from the girl's shacking form. "All dead... My turn..."

It wasn't until Berkley spoke up that Naida was able to pull herself somewhat together. What had she got at the Bloodbath? I single weapon. A powerful one, but she would have preferred medical supplies or something to keep water in... "I only got this sword... Not that I'm any good with it. But I can help to patch us all up." A forced smile was all she could manage in such a situation. Really there was nothing to smile about. That's when a plant caught her eye, she remembered it from training. She swooped down and snatched it up, just what she thought. Relief flooded her, maybe it wasn't over for them quite yet. Carefully she popped some of the plants she'd collected into her mouth, they weren't tasty but they would help.

[Naida has eaten a medical plant, collected one day's worth.]

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The Forgotten Ones - Day 1 Oct 14, 2011 21:42:43 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Oct 14, 2011 21:42:43 GMT -5

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I look down in shame as she raises her weapon- it seems that though she has only gotten one item, hers is much better than mine. I hold up my knife pathetically, my head dipping down lower. "I'm sorry. I... I should have stayed longer, but they were all attacking me. They hated me, for some reason. And I was in so much pain, I just had to run." My explanation is a horrible one, and it does not excuse the fact that so far, I have done very little for my alliance. It's time to step up and face facts- here in the Arena, I can't hide from my fears anymore. Just like my stylist said...

I small wrinkle appears between my eyebrows. My stylist... what was her name? No, no, my stylist was a guy... right? I focus on a point far ahead, trying to think. One hand comes up to my head, fingers gently parting already tangled blonde hair. And his name was... it started with a... he had black hair. With silver and pink streaks. But was his face hard and cold? Or warm and welcoming? I desperately try to remember, but only come up with blanks where my memories of him should be. My fingers spread out farther, and I find a sudden rise on my skull. The raw skin stings when I touch it, and my hand jerks away quickly. Then, very cautiously, I reach for it again... where my headache blooms from. A large bump rises near the back of my head. It's funny, because I don't remember being hit there.

Wait. Wait, yes, I do remember. Was it... was it my district partner that landed the blow? Alan? No, wait, that wasn't his name...

My eyes widen in panic, and I desperately think back farther. Yes, I can remember home. A worn, gray and brown bedroom that was always dusty. The long days of chopping down the abundant forests that surround our little town. My mother's face, my father's, and even my friends' faces are all very clear in my mind. I can even remember the faces of some of the people I don't know so well, and their names. So how do I not remember my stylist's name? My district partner's? This doesn't make any sense. I didn't get hit on the head that hard.

...or at least, I don't think I did.

Frustrated with myself, I quietly excuse myself and go to check my trap. Nothing, of course. Just another way for me to fail my group. I undo the trap carefully, making a different one I learned in training- hopefully, a more successful one. I'll check on it's progress again in a few minutes.

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Moving back toward the other two, I sigh. "My trap didn't catch anything. Look, I'm really sorry, guys. I've been useless to you both so far, and I feel really bad..." I rub my temples with my fingers, frustrated. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

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