Hear me Roar <Maye Day 1>
Oct 15, 2016 13:53:44 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 15, 2016 13:53:44 GMT -5
Maye
The bloodbath had been scary, but Maye was proud of herself for more or less keeping it together. “Hello? Anyone about?” Nobody responded, so Maye set about altering her outfit. It was pretty decent to begin with, but it needed her personal touch. Using the edge of one of the javelins she deftly sawed away at the center of the outfit until her mid-riff was bare. Then she cut the sleeves off and damn but it was hard to do with a javelin edge. Now I feel like me.
Maye was in a pretty good mood. She’d managed to dance away from the bloodbath with a set of javelins, a bag and a butterfly hair pin. Not the largest haul, but she could always steal some more. That was seventy-five percent of the fun. The other twenty-five percent was boys. On top of that, she’d managed to avoid getting hurt, even cha-chaing out of the way of a throwing knife. As she walked further away from the bridge, she noticed a fog start to creep in, as well as a hideous stench.
Still wasn’t as bad as the boy’s dormitory whenever they forgot to do their laundry though. Once she’d figured she’d gotten far enough away from the carnage, she threw her hands to the sky and crowed victoriously about still being alive. “I’M ON TOP OF THE-“ and then she got hit in the face. Maye threw herself backwards on instinct as well as in surprise and fear.
“Oh GOD I’m dead, what was that, knife? Hatchet? Arrow? I can feel my brain matter leaking…” Maye sobbed to no one. “What cruel twist of fate has laid me low- I, wait was that a bird?” Maye sat up from where she’d thrown herself and looked at the sky. The blank white sky. “Oh god I’m blind.” She wept. Then the piece of paper floated off of her face. “Oh.” She sniffled, wiping the rapidly forming tears away. “Is that all.”
Then she nearly jumped out of her skin when the cannons started to fire. Four in total. Well, I’m off to a good start. Now if everyone would hurry up and end each other I could go home sooner.
A booming announcement rent the relative silence directly afterwards, a voice that was clearly Capricious declaring that she had a mail fetish and some other things about a mailbox and that the tributes should totally write each other for funsies when they weren’t busy trying to bloodily murder each other. Then writing utensils started to fall out of the sky. “It’s raining pens, hallelujah it’s raining pens!” she sang as they scattered around her, feeling a lot better about her chances of survival.
She grabbed a pen with bright pink ink and scrawled the first thing that came to mind.
“For…a…good…time, find… Maye.”
Now I just have to look for this mailbox she’s talking about and pin this to the top.
Maye got to her feet and stretched. She couldn’t see very far ahead of herself on account of the stupid fog, but she kept walking anyway. Then she heard a pinging noise and clapped her hands together in joy, looking lovingly in the direction of the sky and fluttering her eyelashes. Hopefully a camera was picking this up.
“Sponsorship? For me? Already?”
It was a fairly large package. Hehe, package. And once the parachute landed, she pulled out a canteen ,thank god rope, duct tape ahah, fun, and a…megaphone? Maye inspected it with raised eyebrows, turning it over and finding an expletive on the side. She could guess who’d sent her that item. Maye filled the canteen with water from one of the smaller pools and prayed she’d find a way to purify it because it smelled like straight ass. Then she grabbed the speaking implement.
“The megaphone’s nice and all, but,” she took a deep breath and raised it to her lips, thumbing the button.
“WHO’S A GIRL GOT TO KILL TO GET SPONSORED A FUCKIN CHOCOLATE BAR?” She shook her fist at the sky.
“Let me know.” She shrugged as she stuffed the megaphone into her rucksack.
Hmm. That probably wasn’t very conducive to hiding from people.
Maye flung herself behind a rock in a most unladylike fashion, suddenly thankful for the stupid fog.
It was about that time that she tripped on a rock with eye sockets and screamed because they weren't supposed to have those.
OOC:
-Camouflage station in effect. Unmandated fights avoided-
-collects unpurified water-
The bloodbath had been scary, but Maye was proud of herself for more or less keeping it together. “Hello? Anyone about?” Nobody responded, so Maye set about altering her outfit. It was pretty decent to begin with, but it needed her personal touch. Using the edge of one of the javelins she deftly sawed away at the center of the outfit until her mid-riff was bare. Then she cut the sleeves off and damn but it was hard to do with a javelin edge. Now I feel like me.
Maye was in a pretty good mood. She’d managed to dance away from the bloodbath with a set of javelins, a bag and a butterfly hair pin. Not the largest haul, but she could always steal some more. That was seventy-five percent of the fun. The other twenty-five percent was boys. On top of that, she’d managed to avoid getting hurt, even cha-chaing out of the way of a throwing knife. As she walked further away from the bridge, she noticed a fog start to creep in, as well as a hideous stench.
Still wasn’t as bad as the boy’s dormitory whenever they forgot to do their laundry though. Once she’d figured she’d gotten far enough away from the carnage, she threw her hands to the sky and crowed victoriously about still being alive. “I’M ON TOP OF THE-“ and then she got hit in the face. Maye threw herself backwards on instinct as well as in surprise and fear.
“Oh GOD I’m dead, what was that, knife? Hatchet? Arrow? I can feel my brain matter leaking…” Maye sobbed to no one. “What cruel twist of fate has laid me low- I, wait was that a bird?” Maye sat up from where she’d thrown herself and looked at the sky. The blank white sky. “Oh god I’m blind.” She wept. Then the piece of paper floated off of her face. “Oh.” She sniffled, wiping the rapidly forming tears away. “Is that all.”
Then she nearly jumped out of her skin when the cannons started to fire. Four in total. Well, I’m off to a good start. Now if everyone would hurry up and end each other I could go home sooner.
A booming announcement rent the relative silence directly afterwards, a voice that was clearly Capricious declaring that she had a mail fetish and some other things about a mailbox and that the tributes should totally write each other for funsies when they weren’t busy trying to bloodily murder each other. Then writing utensils started to fall out of the sky. “It’s raining pens, hallelujah it’s raining pens!” she sang as they scattered around her, feeling a lot better about her chances of survival.
She grabbed a pen with bright pink ink and scrawled the first thing that came to mind.
“For…a…good…time, find… Maye.”
Now I just have to look for this mailbox she’s talking about and pin this to the top.
Maye got to her feet and stretched. She couldn’t see very far ahead of herself on account of the stupid fog, but she kept walking anyway. Then she heard a pinging noise and clapped her hands together in joy, looking lovingly in the direction of the sky and fluttering her eyelashes. Hopefully a camera was picking this up.
“Sponsorship? For me? Already?”
It was a fairly large package. Hehe, package. And once the parachute landed, she pulled out a canteen ,thank god rope, duct tape ahah, fun, and a…megaphone? Maye inspected it with raised eyebrows, turning it over and finding an expletive on the side. She could guess who’d sent her that item. Maye filled the canteen with water from one of the smaller pools and prayed she’d find a way to purify it because it smelled like straight ass. Then she grabbed the speaking implement.
“The megaphone’s nice and all, but,” she took a deep breath and raised it to her lips, thumbing the button.
“WHO’S A GIRL GOT TO KILL TO GET SPONSORED A FUCKIN CHOCOLATE BAR?” She shook her fist at the sky.
“Let me know.” She shrugged as she stuffed the megaphone into her rucksack.
Hmm. That probably wasn’t very conducive to hiding from people.
Maye flung herself behind a rock in a most unladylike fashion, suddenly thankful for the stupid fog.
It was about that time that she tripped on a rock with eye sockets and screamed because they weren't supposed to have those.
OOC:
-Camouflage station in effect. Unmandated fights avoided-
-collects unpurified water-
