Darkness Doesn't Hide Death // Silent But Deadly // Day 1
Jun 24, 2016 0:50:18 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jun 24, 2016 0:50:18 GMT -5
[presto]
Crackling embers flutter through the air as waves of Bailey's blonde hair whip across her vision. Sweat drips in rivers from her pores while fragile hands laced with blood grip tightly to her arm. What was once silence was shattered by screams of despair the moment Iona had fled with Bailey from the slaughter. Worry wrapped like vines around both of their minds. Blood. That was all Bailey could remember the last time she had witnessed Kizzy's head vanishing into the teeth of clashing metal. Her heart was racing because she wasn't certain his was beating. Kizzy was her tether to home beside the ruby ring latched to finger. If his heart was still then her rope to Ten was halfway sliced. A connection she never wished to see break.
Staggered breaths puttered out of Bailey's lips but her feet didn't cease to carry her any quicker into hellish darkness. Thoughts of Esme were flipping like photos through Bailey's mind all too commonly. Memories of death, of despair, of desperation. In her final days Esme was thrown through slaughter after slaughter until finally a better butcher sent her spiraling to eternal slumber. Every aspect of her final moments was controlled and manipulated all for sickening enjoyment of creatures less than human. There was no denying that Esme and now Bailey were apart of some twisted Game, yet it was exactly that, twisted. So much to the extent that when you played if you don't make every right move you lose not just the game but also your life. Then there was the lovely possibility that even with every move the right one you could still end up dead. The title of victor was a lie laced in golden falseness. There was no winner, only the lucky.
As footsteps echoed through the space around Bailey and Iona she could feel her eyes beginning to strain greater and greater. All while the passageway grew dimmer and dimmer. However Bailey was positive one thing wasn't changing, the fucking heat. Bailey had experienced horrid amounts of humidity before but nothing to this extreme. She was certain the temperature must be near a hundred degrees due to the sickeningly warm air engulfing them. The largest concern that arose from Bailey's mind though was how they would handle finding water. Already Bailey's tongue was beginning to beg for a drop of the tasteless liquid. She knew soon dehydration could be upon them and that was a fate she was hoping to avoid.
Exhaustion was bearing its full weight onto Bailey's body as her legs were starting to shudder with every methodical step. Nearly every nerve was signalling the same sign to Bailey's brain. REST. But as much as Bailey wanted to allow her feet to give way to the ground below she wouldn't let herself. Iona was by her side and she needed to see that Bailey was strong and brave. For now Bailey had to keep her guard up even around her allies, even around Iona. She needed to be the one they could look to. She knew Weaver was strong but she could tell he was rash and filled with rage. Kizzy was brave but his bravery echoed with the drums of foolery. Then there was Iona, intelligent but enclosed within her own skin. Bailey wasn't perfect, but out of all of them she knew she could guide them the most, protect them with every last drop of her blood. Or at least she hoped she was that kind of woman and that she had that will burning somewhere deep within herself.
Nearly pure pitch black had blinded the traveling due when Bailey spotted two tattered tributes tumbling several yards ahead of them. Fear flushed through Bailey's veins as she swiftly shoved Iona to the ground and dived down beside her. For several moments Bailey laid with Iona in complete silence as her widen eyes watched the two travel. However that was when she noticed something about them. Granted it was hard to see but just slightly Bailey swore she could make out long black hair next to a large darker toned body. Relief flooded Bailey's senses as she hoisted herself to her feet and took off tiredly running as quickly as she could over to them. She was well aware they stood on the brink of complete darkness so she had to reach them before they vanished from sight entirely.
"Kizzy! Weaver!" Bailey whispered as loudly as she could. Thankfully both their eyes turned to face her at the call of their names, but that was when Bailey got close enough to spot the red staining Kizzy's beaten body. A gasp slipped from Bailey's lips as her eyes weakly scanned him from head to toe assessing his injuries. The amount of blood he was losing worried Bailey more than she dared to tell him as she was sure Weaver felt the same. Instead of inciting panic to Iona and probably even Kizzy, Bailey made her way over to Kizzy's free arm and placed it on her own shoulders. "Its pretty dark up ahead, lets go deeper in and get him somewhere to patch him up. Be careful though anything should be lurking in this place, you all saw the cornucopia."
What must have been twenty to thirty minutes wasted away as Bailey staggered cautiously through the dark with her fully reunited alliance. As they continued to push through the black all while holding on to one another like vices thoughts of Esme returned to haunt Bailey's brain. However instead of entrapping them within her own skull she quietly projected her voice out to Weaver. Crusader had been there too fighting alongside Esme, and now here they were five games later a Rhodes and a Truus once more united in blood. It was almost too easy to talk about the forbidden loss of life they each shared.
"Weaver. Are you getting them too? The memories? Are they haunting you like they are haunting me? I see Esme in every inch of this darkness. It's like her struggles are happening over and over again. Please tell me I'm not the only one entranced by their perils."[/presto]
Crackling embers flutter through the air as waves of Bailey's blonde hair whip across her vision. Sweat drips in rivers from her pores while fragile hands laced with blood grip tightly to her arm. What was once silence was shattered by screams of despair the moment Iona had fled with Bailey from the slaughter. Worry wrapped like vines around both of their minds. Blood. That was all Bailey could remember the last time she had witnessed Kizzy's head vanishing into the teeth of clashing metal. Her heart was racing because she wasn't certain his was beating. Kizzy was her tether to home beside the ruby ring latched to finger. If his heart was still then her rope to Ten was halfway sliced. A connection she never wished to see break.
Staggered breaths puttered out of Bailey's lips but her feet didn't cease to carry her any quicker into hellish darkness. Thoughts of Esme were flipping like photos through Bailey's mind all too commonly. Memories of death, of despair, of desperation. In her final days Esme was thrown through slaughter after slaughter until finally a better butcher sent her spiraling to eternal slumber. Every aspect of her final moments was controlled and manipulated all for sickening enjoyment of creatures less than human. There was no denying that Esme and now Bailey were apart of some twisted Game, yet it was exactly that, twisted. So much to the extent that when you played if you don't make every right move you lose not just the game but also your life. Then there was the lovely possibility that even with every move the right one you could still end up dead. The title of victor was a lie laced in golden falseness. There was no winner, only the lucky.
As footsteps echoed through the space around Bailey and Iona she could feel her eyes beginning to strain greater and greater. All while the passageway grew dimmer and dimmer. However Bailey was positive one thing wasn't changing, the fucking heat. Bailey had experienced horrid amounts of humidity before but nothing to this extreme. She was certain the temperature must be near a hundred degrees due to the sickeningly warm air engulfing them. The largest concern that arose from Bailey's mind though was how they would handle finding water. Already Bailey's tongue was beginning to beg for a drop of the tasteless liquid. She knew soon dehydration could be upon them and that was a fate she was hoping to avoid.
Exhaustion was bearing its full weight onto Bailey's body as her legs were starting to shudder with every methodical step. Nearly every nerve was signalling the same sign to Bailey's brain. REST. But as much as Bailey wanted to allow her feet to give way to the ground below she wouldn't let herself. Iona was by her side and she needed to see that Bailey was strong and brave. For now Bailey had to keep her guard up even around her allies, even around Iona. She needed to be the one they could look to. She knew Weaver was strong but she could tell he was rash and filled with rage. Kizzy was brave but his bravery echoed with the drums of foolery. Then there was Iona, intelligent but enclosed within her own skin. Bailey wasn't perfect, but out of all of them she knew she could guide them the most, protect them with every last drop of her blood. Or at least she hoped she was that kind of woman and that she had that will burning somewhere deep within herself.
Nearly pure pitch black had blinded the traveling due when Bailey spotted two tattered tributes tumbling several yards ahead of them. Fear flushed through Bailey's veins as she swiftly shoved Iona to the ground and dived down beside her. For several moments Bailey laid with Iona in complete silence as her widen eyes watched the two travel. However that was when she noticed something about them. Granted it was hard to see but just slightly Bailey swore she could make out long black hair next to a large darker toned body. Relief flooded Bailey's senses as she hoisted herself to her feet and took off tiredly running as quickly as she could over to them. She was well aware they stood on the brink of complete darkness so she had to reach them before they vanished from sight entirely.
"Kizzy! Weaver!" Bailey whispered as loudly as she could. Thankfully both their eyes turned to face her at the call of their names, but that was when Bailey got close enough to spot the red staining Kizzy's beaten body. A gasp slipped from Bailey's lips as her eyes weakly scanned him from head to toe assessing his injuries. The amount of blood he was losing worried Bailey more than she dared to tell him as she was sure Weaver felt the same. Instead of inciting panic to Iona and probably even Kizzy, Bailey made her way over to Kizzy's free arm and placed it on her own shoulders. "Its pretty dark up ahead, lets go deeper in and get him somewhere to patch him up. Be careful though anything should be lurking in this place, you all saw the cornucopia."
What must have been twenty to thirty minutes wasted away as Bailey staggered cautiously through the dark with her fully reunited alliance. As they continued to push through the black all while holding on to one another like vices thoughts of Esme returned to haunt Bailey's brain. However instead of entrapping them within her own skull she quietly projected her voice out to Weaver. Crusader had been there too fighting alongside Esme, and now here they were five games later a Rhodes and a Truus once more united in blood. It was almost too easy to talk about the forbidden loss of life they each shared.
"Weaver. Are you getting them too? The memories? Are they haunting you like they are haunting me? I see Esme in every inch of this darkness. It's like her struggles are happening over and over again. Please tell me I'm not the only one entranced by their perils."
Bailey truus <> Silent But Deadly
