phantom fire // s&a Day 2

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phantom fire // s&a Day 2 Oct 29, 2020 7:23:41 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Oct 29, 2020 7:23:41 GMT -5

His blade had found his target, the flightless bird falling to the ground. Dead. Smirking he pulls the tip of his spear out of his flesh, watching as drops of blood soak into snow. His blood felt like it had been laced with fire, his mouth dry as poison surged through him. Wiping sweat from his brow he thrusts his spear into the mutt's dead body before picking up the spear he had thrown earlier.

"Lets head towards the light," he picks up the rope to his sled, limping slightly from the deep gash on his thigh. Blood seeped into his clothes, saturating the material. Just like the laceration on his arm from the day before he knew that stitches would be required. Grunting he grips the ropes tighter, marching across the treeless plain towards the flickering light.

The closer they got he begun to realise that it was a large flame, a bonfire to be exact. Dropping the ropes to his sled he uses his spear as a walking stick, limping towards the opening flame one thought in his mind: warmth. But disappointment begins to surge through him, each step leading closer seemed to be as cold as the last.

"W-what?" He stands only a foot away and yet he felt nothing but the cold wind against his cheeks. His hand gravities towards it, eager to feel the heat of a flame, but he feels nothing. Fucking typical. "You mother fuckers," he growls, "you sick fucks!" He wandered if that got some sort of dark satisfaction as watching the hope fall from his face. He moves closer, his hand entering the heartless flames until it disappears.

Groaning he sits on one of the six wooden stumps, exhausting eating away at him as quickly as the poison in his veins. A sharp beeping sound and a parachute lands next to him, ducking down he quickly rips it open, a small bottle resting safety inside. Sighing with relief he rips open the lids, pressing the lip of the small glass bottle to his lips before tipping the contents down his throat. The relief was almost instant. Sighing in relief he allows his eyes to shut for a brief moment, the fire in his veins simmering.

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phantom fire // s&a Day 2 Oct 30, 2020 4:11:08 GMT -5

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Post by charade on Oct 30, 2020 4:11:08 GMT -5

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“I’ve decided you’re okay,” she said to the boys as she swaggered back from where she’d thrown up. She plopped down on one of the stumps and began the arduous process of stitching up the huge gash on her arm. Maybe she should have saved her meager first aid supplies for something more life-threatening, but she didn’t want it to get infected either, especially since it was connected to her dominant hand. Once that was taken care of she snapped the thread off with her teeth, accidently flinging the needle into the snow where it disappeared.

“Bitch,” she said quietly, flexing her arm and wishing she had enough thread to try and close up the rent in the sleeve of her jacket. When she got up to grab the pengull and make a meal out of it, she stepped on something hidden in the snow. A wolf plushie.

“Oh, now someone’s messing with me,” she muttered. “Haha— Mittens, mother of fuck!” Amelia hurriedly pulled on the mittens that had been hiding under the wolf toy with a small measure of joy. Her fingers wouldn’t have been able to take much more abuse. The matches were a nice addition to her bag as well. That distraction over, she turned her attention to the dead bird, kicking it over with her foot.

She jabbed its neck repeatedly until it was barely attached by a strip of bloody sinew and then tore it off, chucking it behind her. She would take no chances with any poison glands in its mouth. Then she jammed it onto the end of her javelin and got to work making a fire with some of the wood in the area and her flint. Right in front of her chosen stump. She’d just gotten a flame going when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw that a white wolf was watching her curiously from several feet away.

Was it the same one as the day before? Maybe she could try a softer tactic than hurling herself on top of it in a dominance display. The birds had taken a lot out of her.“Come here you,” she said clicking her tongue. “I won’t tackle you, unless you start acting like a bitch.”

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phantom fire // s&a Day 2 Oct 30, 2020 16:57:44 GMT -5

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Post by ryan on Oct 30, 2020 16:57:44 GMT -5

I havent even gone a few moments before realizing that there was also a vial in the parachute with the antidote. My stomach is doing somersaults after all. I quickly administer the antidote and I almost feel it leave my body. I feel a sigh of relief, though I have to run off for a moment and expel what was already in my stomach. It tasted awful coming out, but what else did I really expect?

I dont feel much of anything if I am being honest with myself after that. Though I do walk back to the parachute and claim the vial. I realize that the empty vial was a peculiar thing to be sent, but I look back to the birds and realize that I could use this. I spent a good amount of time learning exact anatomy of the mutts in the capitol, and I waste no time claiming some of the poison from their beaks for myself. "Lets see what these other tributes think of this." I say with a small smile before harvesting and corking it up. I place it in my bag and then return to both Yuki and Amelia.

I notice there are a pair of mittens around and I instantly claim them and throw them on my hands. They feel better now. I see more firewood and collect that was well, followed by a weird wolf plushie and some matches. I decide to take it all. After placing it all in my bag, I look around and move back to the group. "There she goes again." I say as I meet up with Yuki, who seems very tired.

"You gonna sit there or are you gonna let me sew up that wound on your leg." I am concerned for him, knowing well that he is not doing well. "You do me, ill do you." I saw as I wait for him to respond, the needle already in my hand.

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phantom fire // s&a Day 2 Oct 30, 2020 21:36:16 GMT -5

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Post by charade on Oct 30, 2020 21:36:16 GMT -5

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No dice. But it hadn’t run away yet either.

Amelia sighed and got up from her stump. It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. The game makers were probably laughing at her, sipping dry martinis and planning to bury her in an avalanche of stuffed wolf toys. Or whatever else they did in their spare time. But she didn’t earn that ten by mistake; she knew how to fight. The way she’d dispatched the bird showed that. But her attempts at catching a wolf the same way she’d shown the gamemakers hadn’t worked out at all.

You caught more flies with honey or however that old saying went. She tore a small bit of fatty meat off of the mutt she was cooking and held it out to the wolf, taking a step forward with confidence. It was going to be embarrassing as hell for her on a personal level if they ran into other tributes that had already attached wolves to their sleds. How else was she supposed to stand out from the pack? That had been her whole plan. If this didn’t work, she was going to have to rethink her whole strategy.

“Come on you mangy mutt, I won’t bite you.”

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phantom fire // s&a Day 2 Oct 30, 2020 22:06:51 GMT -5

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Post by charade on Oct 30, 2020 22:06:51 GMT -5

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Her frustration was mounting. What, was her meal not good enough to eat? Didn’t animals like their meat on the rare side? Goddamn. What did she have to do? Strip down and baste herself in barbecue sauce? Someone up there needed to give her a break. The boom of a cannon shattered the relative calm around the bonfire and Amelia almost dropped her javelin. She’d been expecting to hear one at some point, but it was still a harsh and grim reminder that everyone that had been in the training center alongside her was going to die.

The attention she had on the wolf was momentarily broken as she winced, turning to look at the boys, who once again, were being disgustingly endearing and patching each other up. “Hey, you heard that right?” She wondered who it had been and what or who had killed them. Were the rest of them all facing off against mutts too? Or were tributes really out there getting their hands dirty? She looked back at the wolf, which was watching her curiously. “C’mon pup,” she crooned, taking another step forward. “Do you want to play?” she tried, pulling the stuffed animal out her bag and wiggling it enticingly.

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"Oho, you love your toy, don't you? There's a good boy." she cackled, petting its back as it thrashed the plushie back and forth. "Who's a good boy?" She turned to look at Yuki and Marsh and grinned evilly, taking a bite of mostly cooked pengull. So what if Marsh had caught two wolves back to back? Her pupper was definitely better.

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phantom fire // s&a Day 2 Oct 31, 2020 1:00:14 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Oct 31, 2020 1:00:14 GMT -5

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"You gonna sit there or are you gonna let me sew up that wound on your leg." The sound of Marsh's voice causes his eyes to open. He holds a needle and thread in his hand, waiting for Yuki to respond. Yuki tries to smile kindly at the boy, shuffling around on the wooden stump until the wound was fully visible. Amelia had wandered off, chasing one of the stray wolves with a look of determination.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch," he groans, mentally preparing himself for the first prick of the needle. He watches her in the distance, "she's dangerous," he thinks aloud. "She'e awfully smart, we'll have to watch her closely, you know." He kept replaying in his head how easily she had handled her spear, almost like it was extension of her body. "Though she will be useful to keep around for the time being, power in numbers and all."

Yuki watches as Marsh moves to prepare for the first stitch and he bites his lower lip. His body hurt, his arm ached insanely where the stitched had been sewn the day before, he could only imagine the pain he was about to endure with the laceration on his thigh. "Hey, be gentle with me," he smiles, balling his fists, "I'll try not to fidget." He wondered with Yuno might think of the way his body bleed. He wondered if she had cried for him, thrown something at the television as his body was ripped into by a flightless fat bird.

Thinking of Yuno made him think of home, and how he still had to track down number seven and the creator and rip them to shreds. Being a victor might come in handy for that, open up his potential sources for tracking them down.

"Marsh," he resurfaces from his thoughts, grunting in pain as the needle is pressed into broken flesh. "What are you fighting for-?"

As the question falls from his lips Amelia returns, her new pet following obediently at her heels. Satisfied she takes a large bite of her mutt, smacking her lips together as she grinned at Yuki and Marsh. Leaning down he picks up a handful of snow, rolling it into a tight ball before he aims it at Amelia, throwing it he grins, "fetch."