diamonds in the rough {kiara vs. fledger}

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diamonds in the rough {kiara vs. fledger} Mar 7, 2012 20:42:26 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Mar 7, 2012 20:42:26 GMT -5

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holy water cannot help you down
hours and armies couldn't keep me out
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Gems. As far as the eye could see, in every place she looked, all Kiara could see was gems. She stood on the outskirts of the massive crater filled to the brim with precious stones, gaping at the bounty before her. This was perhaps the cruelest trick of the Gamemakers yet: taunt the tributes with a surplus of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, stones that could feed their families for years and years, while they could only stand open-mouthed in utter helplessness, knowing that they had no way of getting even a single gem back home. Yes, those vile Gamemakers were probably having quite a laugh back in the Capitol as they watched her being subjected to their latest form of torment.

But it didn't matter, anyway - who cared about feeding her family? She really had no family; it was just her and her parents, who brought in enough to manage to feed themselves fine. Maybe it'd be nice to be rich for once, live the good life with lavish clothing and amenities and everything she could possibly ask for, but that wasn't a concept that greatly interested her; Kiara didn't mind living the way she did. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to make it back home, anyway, so what did it matter?

It still angered her, though; exasperatedly she kicked a brilliant purple stone as hard as she could, watching it fly into a pile of what looked tantalizingly like diamonds. The small teenager attempted to count in her head the number of tributes that remained living. Only one face had been in the sky the previous night, the face of the girl from District Eight who Kiara couldn't ever remember seeing before. And the day before that, none - it had been a slow two days here in the arena. No doubt the audience was getting restless.

But top...it was what, seven now? She'd made the top seven. The skinny, small little runner tribute from insignificant District Eleven had pushed her way to the top, and she was so close she could taste it. But did she want it? Not particularly, no - she was certain there were others who wanted it much more. She wouldn't be too upset if she died; what else did she have to live for, anyway? Very little. But Kiara had always hated losing, and she wasn't about to go down without giving her all. People had to remember her, that was what she -

A noise. The sound of a gem being displaced, falling slightly as if unsettled by a footstep. Suddenly on full alert, Kiara looked around frantically for a place to hide, but there was nowhere; nothing but the crater full of gems. She'd have to fight; there was no choice. Was it a mutt? Was it a tribute? She wasn't about to wait around and find out; swiftly the dark-haired girl swung around, hatchet in hand, and lashed out at the source of the sound.

[attacks Fledger]
[dice=200+11000]
[sc right hip 3.5]

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i don't want your money, i don't want your crowd
see i have to burn
your kingdom down
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diamonds in the rough {kiara vs. fledger} Mar 8, 2012 17:44:07 GMT -5

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Post by Morgana on Mar 8, 2012 17:44:07 GMT -5

Fledger Rells

Bringing on the fury
The choir infantry
Revolt against the honor to obey.

He didn't pay much attention to this new place. The settings didn't mean as much to him anymore as the actual fight. Two fights now, where he'd been this close to death, but had managed to make it out. What did that mean? He didn't have a weapon, so against a tribute that was armed, there wasn't much he could do. Was the Capitol keeping him alive just so they could laugh when he fought against a tribute that mattered? He didn't stand a chance against the weapons that were in the arena this Games, and the odds of getting another knife from a sponsors at this point in the Games were slim.

The clock was ticking. Fledger didn't have much time left. With the low number of deaths the past couple of days, the Capitol would be sure there would be more soon. It would be a miracle if he made it out of one more fight alive. But that wouldn't stop him from fighting. It would be an insult to just give up. An insult to those who were rooting for him, for those that had sponsored him. An insult to River and Theron and Brooke.

He stumbled at the thought of them. Some part of him, however small it was, had feelings for River. it was impossible to fake love without at some point feeling a little affection. Especially when a child came from that lie. He felt terrible about it now, of course. He'd never wanted Brooke, but what could he do? Abandon her? No, he'd never do that to someone. Not after the way his father had chosen Theron over him. Fledger had reason that he'd come to love Brooke, for wasn't she his own flesh and blood? But that child deserved better than him as a father. He only hoped that River would allow Theron to help raise Brooke. Theron was and always had been a far better person than Fledger. He could be a better father to Brooke.

Fledger looked up just in time to see a blade swinging at him. He felt the sting of it cutting his skin. A new scratch bleed fresh blood on his hip. He looked up at his attacker. It had been so long since he had seen a human face, he had to blink a few times just to be sure he wasn't dreaming. The person was real. It was a girl, though for the life of him, Fledger couldn't remember her name. He thought it should be important, seeing as this girl would most likely end up killing him. But then, he'd thought the same about the buffalo and the fish, and he'd been wrong both times. "What's your name?" he called out, knowing as he did so that the question would not normally be followed by an attack. But there were precious few things as of late that weren't normal, and at this point, Fledger didn't much care.

((Attacks Kiara; Unarmed))
[dice=200+5000]
((Bruised Right Arm; 2.0))

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diamonds in the rough {kiara vs. fledger} Mar 8, 2012 21:05:22 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Mar 8, 2012 21:05:22 GMT -5

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holy water cannot help you now
see i've had to burn your kingdom down
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filler cause I'm busy as hell.

[attacks Fledger]
[dice=200+11000]
[dg forehead 9]

Kiara kills fledger and gets the fuck out of there.

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and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
i'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out
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diamonds in the rough {kiara vs. fledger} Mar 8, 2012 22:22:08 GMT -5

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Post by Morgana on Mar 8, 2012 22:22:08 GMT -5

Fledger Rells

Life never turns out quite how you expect. You can make all the plans you want, but it will never go exactly the way it's planned. You can't account for other people and their actions. You can't predict every thing that's going to happen, every word the people around you will say, every action they will carry out. You can't know what they carry in their bones and their blood and their hearts. You can't know everything. Something is bound to go wrong. You don't know when or if that little slip paper is going to be yours. If it's your name they'll call. If it's you they'll sit on the edge of their seat for, praying you'll make it home. You don't know if you'll be enough for them, if they'll see a Victor in you.

Fledger was not enough. He had been many things in his life. A son, a brother, a lover, a fiance, a father, a tribute. But he had never been and would never be enough. There was only one more thing Fledger would ever be, and that was dead. He would not be a Victor.

It happened slowly. The blade coming at him. Scratching across skin, biting a little deeper, a little deeper, blood rushing even before the attack was over. He'd seen his fair share of pain this past week. The very first day, he'd lost his arm. That bitch. That bitch that took his arm, she'd pay. She had to pay. Fledger knew he wouldn't be on earth long enough to see her fall, but he still had to be sure she would be killed. "Kill her. That girl from District One," Fledger told the girl before him. He didn't know if he'd listen to her, or if she'd even run into the girl. But he had to pass the message on. He had to know someone would kill her, that she deserved to die.

He closed his eyes, remembering now. The Reaping, District One. The girl, the boy. How much he wanted her to stay alive. Fledger fell to his knees with the force that knocked against his chest. He'd had no such shows of affection. There had been River, of course, on her knees as he stood on the stage, trying to comprehend what was happening. But no one had shouted his name. No one had screamed that it wasn't fair, love pouring out of their words and voices and movements. They'd only cried for him.

I promise. Please just come home. Lunch is ready, love. That wasn't... I didn't mean... And he couldn't stop it now. The words that marched through his head, letters re-assembling themselves into new sounds, spelling out a different story every time. Stealing the breath from his lungs. I promise I will never let go.

[/color] Nice to meet you, Fledger. River, do you think I'm sexy? We're safe. All I know is that I want to be with you forever. Why do you ask?[/i]

He'd told a lot of lies. But had it all been lies? How much had been truth? Some part of him loved her, that much he knew. What he didn't know was when that love had come, and how true it was. That love, that small, pure piece he held on to with all his heart, might have been just a fabrication. Something to make him feel better about his deception. Just a figment intended to make the act feel like reality. Brooke was real. She was love, and she was true, and Fledger wanted oh so badly to make this right. In the beginning, he hadn't realized what he was doing. He hadn't realized that he was pulling her thick into this web of his, that he was taking her and ruining her. He just wanted someone. Someone he could have for himself, someone who would love him no matter what he said or did or thought. Someone who could love him despite the ugly secret in his soul, slowly worming its way to the surface.

He was a selfish person. He always had been. He'd driven Theron away. He'd taken River's love for granted. She had loved him unconditionally, and he had thrown it away in order to become a free creature, a beautiful thing that could kill without regrets. He'd shed the cloak of gray and sea spray, choosing instead to become himself, the awful truth that he'd hidden away for years and years. He hated himself. He'd known it for a while now, but it was hard to admit it to himself. The things he'd done were unforgivable, and he did not deserve the kind people in his life. He did not deserve River or Brooke or Theron, or any of the other countless people whose lives had brushed against his. He deserved death. That was the simple truth.

Slowly, Fledger pulled himself back to his feet. Death would come, but not yet. He had some things to settle first. Reaching a hand up to his neck, he yanked the leather cord. It came free in his fingers, the metal anchor heavy in his palm. He'd stolen this. It was his father's necklace, and after he'd died, it should have gone to Theron. But Fledger, always jealous, had taken it instead. He'd hidden it away until Theron left, and Fledger, sure he would never come back, had brought it back into the light. He'd acted proud to have it, when in truth, the guilt had been gnawing at him for years. Not only was he a liar, he was also a thief. "Make sure this gets back to Theron Rells. He lives in District Four." Fledger spoke loudly, his voice clear. He had to be sure this message got through. It was important to him that the Victor, whoever it ended up being, gave the token back to Theron. Theron would know then how sorry he was. How much he regretted the way he'd treated his brother. Fledger wanted to send a message to River too, but he had nothing else to give that meant anything. He would have to speak those words aloud, even here in the presence of another tribute, and hope the cameras caught them. River had to get his words, one way or another.

Fledger tossed the necklace to the ground, leaving the girl to pick it up after he'd died. He walked a few steps away, blood loss making him weak. His knees gave out beneath him, so he let the glittering floor come up to greet him, the shining mass breaking his fall. "River," he whispered. And then he couldn't hold it in anymore. The lump in his throat overwhelmed, and he let the tears collect in his eyes and spill over. He didn't have words. He wanted them so badly, but he couldn't find them. Couldn't apologize, couldn't explain. He only hoped that the tears said what his voice couldn't. That he was sorry for hurting her and leaving her. He was sorry for lying, and sorry for not knowing how to explain how he felt about her. If he loved her, he didn't know it himself. He didn't know what love was, what it felt like. Not truly. But if he thought about it, really thought, and dredged up the memories and emotions, he could say that River was the closest thing he'd ever found. Whatever he'd felt for her, it was warm and home-like. It was enough to melt through the lies for a moment as he crashed against the counter top. but he couldn't let her go. He could never let her go. So maybe that was love. Maybe love was needing someone so much for no reason at all, or for the most selfish reasons of all.

Swallowing hard, brushing away tears, Fledger tried again to find words. Once again, he could not find ones that were adequate. Instead, he spoke her name again, low and desperate. "River." He was glad she had not joined him in this hell, and he wished she never would. She was too good for the Capitol and their tricks. He hoped that she and Theron would stay safe and pure forever, and that they would never again encounter someone so black as he. His eyes began to close, his limbs going heavy. All he wanted now was to sleep. Just close his eyes, and maybe when he opened them, he would find a better truth. His eyes would never open again, and he knew that. He was alright with it.

Fledger Rells was many things. But he would never be a liar again.
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