[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Savage vs. Harvard

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[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Savage vs. Harvard Aug 23, 2016 11:43:11 GMT -5

Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Aug 23, 2016 11:43:11 GMT -5

SABRE ROUND 1: SAVAGE VS. HARVARD

Welcome to the Individual Sabre tournament of the second Panem Olympic Games! The fencing strips are located within the Olympic Arena, with stands for spectators traveling from Districts One, Two, Four, and the Capitol to watch the competitors. Television cameras are set up around as well, to broadcast the event to anyone staying home as well as to the other districts who aren't as lucky and competent as you all! Please be sure you stretch and warm up with your coaches before you're called to the strip, and remember, make your district proud!

See also: Sabre Information Thread

The three fencing events (Epee, Sabre, and Foil) are tournaments, which follow brackets. Each match will have its own thread, which will be posted by me. Feel free to roleplay your character fencing their opponent for each touch and then paste the code [*roll range="1-4"] without the asterisk into your post and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This corresponds to the number of points your competitor scored in a row, and will be added to your total. All fencing bouts go to fifteen touches and follow turn order, as a regular fight using the combat system would.

The competitor who reaches fifteen points first wins the bout and moves on to the next round. As the bouts finish, the winners will be recorded here; when all the first round bouts have been completed, the bracket will be updated and the next round will start.

CURRENT SCORE

Sloane Savage [✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ]: 6
Delilah Harvard [@fabulousraven]: 11

TL;DR
Dice: [*roll range="1-4"] until someone reaches 15. Take turns.
Deadline: 08/29 ~11:59pm EST

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[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Savage vs. Harvard Aug 23, 2016 17:20:16 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 17:20:16 GMT -5

DELILAH HARVARD

[presto]

I can't keep pushing this down any deeper,

Why do I keep trying if I can't keep her?

Every move I make, is just another mistake,

I wonder what it would take,

[/presto]

It's bubbly laughing;

Loving Hayden and loving being in love with Hayden, I'm tongue-tied. It's reoccuring, resufacing and another layer of smiles; I have bubblegum cheeks when I grin - I can't focus. We're roommates; I mean we've always been, roommates and friends and 'gal pals,' god I can't do that forever can I. But even here it's all we are, and I don't understand, I don't think I can, I mean come on - we travel across the Panem and I had everything there to me and me and only me and it's all me!

Maybe that's the problem, I don't know.

The girl next to me shoves my arm, "hey fuckass they called your name," shit. "Delilah Ha-"

"Harvard, yeah we heard," I'm not a fan of most of the other squad here. She turns to say something to her friend, and I know, I heard it too; I need to focus but I can't. She said I have bubblegum cheeks and she's kissed me and held me and I'm still just,

just me I guess.

Pulling my hair back I meet eyes with the other fighter - hell if I know their name. "You have pretty hair," if I lose this match would it matter. I mean surely there's gotta be somebody from my district to carry what I lost, the mask gating my vision and I blink, once, twice, waiting for the bell to start. I toss a coin in my head, pulling rose petals and picking numbers; heads I win, she loves me, tails I lose, she loves me not, she loves me - the bell chimes and I put weight to my wrists.

She loves me not.
(focus-)

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[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Savage vs. Harvard Aug 26, 2016 0:24:02 GMT -5

Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Aug 26, 2016 0:24:02 GMT -5

S L O A N E.

I like the ocean.

I find out at three in the morning eight hours after we arrive in four. I'd heard about the big dip but never was able to imagine what it might look like until I actually got to put my feet in it.

I wasn't interested in coming to the Olympics. I'd refused when Nemesis had suggested it, that is until she'd offered me something I couldn't refuse.

"But Sloane, the ocean is in Four."

And so it is.

It's salty and tastes like actual death but it's here and it's big and it could swallow me up whole.

I think I'm in love.

The idea of being alone doesn't scare me. It used to, when I was little that's all I could think about. Now nothing does. I prefer the solitude. The club gets too loud sometimes and my room is no longer a paradise. There's memories in those four walls that I shouldn't have let in. I always forget to keep my things to myself.

Love isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I don't think it even exists.

My name is called in the hot sun and I can smell the ocean but we are far from it. My heart isn't in this. I was raised as a career, Nemesis knows that, how much I hate the stench of careers and everything that has to do with being one. The thought of the ocean was too promising and now I'm stuck on a small stage, sabre in hand. I haven't practiced in years.

I hope it's over quick.

I mirror the girl I face and pull my hair up into a long ponytail. My neck feels instant relief from sweat. The salt of the ocean turned my skin dry and sticky. It's uncomfortable.

"You have pretty hair."

I offer my opponent a smile, "You're a sweet thing, aren't you?"

She lands three points in quick succession.

Possibly not so sweet.

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[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Savage vs. Harvard Aug 28, 2016 11:27:27 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 11:27:27 GMT -5

DELILAH HARVARD

[presto]

I can't keep pushing this down any deeper,

Why do I keep trying if I can't keep her?

Every move I make, is just another mistake,

I wonder what it would take,

[/presto]

There's a poltergeist in my soul.

It whispers in my bones, Hayden, haunting me and being me and the everything of me, it lifts me up in the cosmos and I'm blinded. I can't stop with her -- I swear, she's haunting me. In my blood and hair and mind and I can't get her out and I'm not sure I want to. My skin tender and the gear on my body softly, it's strange being all alone and not being lonely.

(Focus-)

Savage smiles at me and I take cheap shots, one, two, three in succession. ("You're a sweet thing, aren't you?") I hear bells, Hayden's kisses on my cheek -- red hot. It's a tender love, prodding at me and humming its song in every swing of my sabre.

This is gonna be the death of me.

I'm a sweet thing, out of my element I shouldn't be here. But I am, the sabre in my hand lightly. Softly, sweetly. Sickeningly small, it's all I am and Savage takes my gaze. My fingers coil on the sword but all I feel is her hand- fuck. I really can't stop focusing on her.

("You're a sweet thing, aren't you)

"Are you not?"

And they block me, hitting my point with the hilt of their sabre and returning hits like ripping the petals off a rose;

One, she loves me,
Two, she loves me not,
Three, she loves me,
F o u r, she loves me not-

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[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Savage vs. Harvard Aug 29, 2016 17:28:00 GMT -5

Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Aug 29, 2016 17:28:00 GMT -5

S L O A N E.

"Are you not?"

It stalls me for a moment, the question. I'd assumed that it was fairly obvious what I was, from the heavy makeup to the tightness of my clothing she should know what I am, most people do. I get cat-calls on the street from buyers that want what I have to sell. Oftentimes I thought up a hand, middle finger pointing right up at the sky.

I watch the sweet thing land four more points on me, my sabre at my side.

"Most would say no."

I push my bangs back and bite my lip. She's beating me pretty easily. At this rate I'll be out of the tournament in round one. I don't mind that, I'll be here until the end of the olympics anyway and will just have more free time if she knocks me out of the competition. I know that winning is important to Nem but for me it's far down on my list of objectives.

"I'd be inclined to agree with them."

I reach out and land a half hearted two points before retreating again.

"You seem young."

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[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Savage vs. Harvard Aug 29, 2016 18:39:17 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 18:39:17 GMT -5

DELILAH HARVARD

[presto]

I can't keep pushing this down any deeper,

Why do I keep trying if I can't keep her?

Every move I make, is just another mistake,

I wonder what it would take,

[/presto]

"Most would say no."

I breath stiff, my clothes sticking to my skin like midnight bed sheets; I swear they're throwing the fight. It's poisoned in my skin, in the ridges of my fingertips and the threads of my shirt -- I love her. They all smell like her, feel like her, loose and soft and midnight bed sheets between us roommates. Us, roommates, forever and always; God, I'm a mess.

Is it wrong?
Am I wrong?

Forsaken, my heart; we're careers. Battle girls with battle swords and I have form for the Gods -- I was raised to kill Hayden. To kill careers like Hayden, like myself. I strike Savage four times, effortless and errorless. I was raised alongside Hayden, knowing everything about her and how to kill her and how to strike her down and how to braid her hair and how soft her skin was and how wrong it is to love somebody who could kill me and-

"I'd be inclined to agree with them."

I feel Hayden's warmth, between midnight bedsheets and toothpaste kisses.

"Do they matter?"

Savage pulls a safe two points, making distance between them and I. I twist the ring on my finger, holding the sabre in my hand loosely -- "you seem young."

Young, sweet, small, softly lovingly delightfully Delilah.

"Don't be rude, Savage," I smile, I'm a battlegirl, I'm made of cotton candy and it's sickening. There's a ringing in my head, Hayden's bubblegum laughter echoing and it's so sweet I might have a cavity -- goddamn. "I might still kick your ass."

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