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Post by jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo. on Oct 30, 2023 21:02:23 GMT -5

I sleep in the vents.

It's nothing personal. Well, maybe with Jack it is. Barely made eye contact with him since we all met up, my handiwork strapped to Emerson's legs and most of our wounds stitched up. There's just something comforting about being in there, tucked away in a false sense of safety. I've never been claustrophobic, used to finding the small nooks and crannies to hide in. Crawl spaces mapped out and always with an escape plan - the pessimist's essentials to combat anxiety.

A tiny part of me, tucked away deep in those vents, hopes Arcadia finds me in here. A silly sentiment, totally uneccesary - and yet. And yet. I just want to know she's okay. I want to know I helped. I want, I want, I want -- impossible daydreams and memories of my hand in a blonde girls' own tumble into sleep. How foolish. We are going to die.

no,
not we.
just me.

Hours later I kick through the vent cover with my good leg and it clatters into an empty room. No time to hesitate, my hands push against metal and force my feet forward through the new gap until the rest of me follows, sliding and landing with a little huff on the floor of the Medical Wing.

It's clean in here, much like one side of Three's floor - but the stark bright light is enough of a change from the vents and hallways to cause me to grimace, shapes and colours flashing through slow blinks. Emerson follows suit, then Mac, and finally Jackson. I don't linger, striding forward once my vision adjusts and look in the more obvious of places for supplies to treat the more complicated of wounds between the four of us.

Splitting up isn't the wisest of ideas, but it seems I'm the brains of this operation and my brain is telling me to stay out of Jackson Reeves' peripheral whenever the opportunity strikes. Halfway through opening now-empty drawers and shunting away supply racks stripped clean I come across somewhere familiar: the same bay where I was treated after the disaster that was the tournament of last week. Those careers did a number on me that I could not comprehend, and the memory makes me glower at the now empty, spotless mattresses stripped of sheets and sanitiser.

Something topples over in an adjacent bay. I don't hear the heavy, trademark footsteps of Mac, the gentle huff of surprise from Emerson, or even the guffaw of Jackson. No - this is something else. Someone else.

My eyes dart to the empty beds. I see a broken, battered version of myself lying there - then gone. Back to the source of the noise. No 'sorry!' from Emerson, no admission of fault from the other two, no foul words from being caught by surprise. Not a yelp, not a drop of blood hitting the linoleum, not a thud of a body against furniture.

I press my lips together and walk slowly, slowly on the balls of my feet. Crawl spaces, escape plan - the vent is too far away. Gloved palms each find the handle of a knife and I hold them close, poised to strike at the person who loiters mere meters from me. Closer, closer, they don't dare make a move. Maybe they're waiting for me. Maybe they're hoping to catch me off guard.

Well I'm not falling for that again. Three steps, two steps, one - and with a twirl and a flourry I whip my body around to the adjoining bay and fling a knife toward the source of the noise.

A gasp leaves me. My knife lands deep into the back of something incapable of making a sound. Not a tribute, not an ally, not even a creature from the minds of the Gamemakers. Something I cannot compute. Something else entirely.

"What the hell is that?"

The boys round the bend to join me, my eyes wide and mouth gaping. The strange concoction of dummy parts stitched together turns to... face us? An unnerving mass that twitches and skitters. It seems alive, almost. Impossibly so.

And yet.

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Post by lucia valentine {d8} 🔹 tris on Oct 30, 2023 23:59:37 GMT -5

Bandages can only do so much. They mend his scars shut, but they do nothing to stop his racing mind. None of it does. Not even when Wolf helps him to equip his armor, scavenged bits of scrap and an improvised pair of shin guards made specially for him. She presented them like a gift on a holiday morning, good intentions shining in her dark eyes. He said thank you, he held her hand and squeezed it again, he pretended like every passing hour wasn't leading him closer to a horrible confrontation. To become a survivor, he would have to become a killer.

Catching up to Jack and Mac provides a mild relief, an excuse to release the breath he has been holding. As long as they're okay, as long as he has them to lean on, he can keep up the charade that he has any idea what he's doing. He helps set and take down camp, he dresses wounds when his own cuts have dried, he says comforting words that he knows unfortunately hold no weight. Who's going to believe the boy with so much sadness in his eyes? Ever the singer, his voice is a pretty sentiment, but it's all whittled down into a performance. That's the whole point of the Games.

Arcadia might be an actress by credit, but the rest of them equally share the title now. Wolf is playing the loner charging ahead, casting doubtful glances over her shoulder; Jack is the charmer, sincere and warm but always with a clever trick hidden up his sleeve; Mac keeps his shoulders squared and his jaw set, ready to take on any challenge that rears its ugly head. And Emerson is playing the lost little Victor's grandchild, the namesake tribute in an arena full of them. He's timid, and he's passive, and eventually even he won't be able to cover up this chaos with reason. He's worse off than the others, cauterized scars from where the turrets burnt through his skin.

But he's still alive, still following Wolf through the vents in search of medicine. He hesitates as she moves ahead, waits for Jack and Mac to come up behind him. "Can I ask for one favor from you two?" He levels them in a hushed glance, eyes bright and eager. "Let's try and make Wolf see that she doesn't have to be on edge around us. We agreed to be a team until we can't be, so let's not start falling apart on the first day together. Please." He realizes now that maybe neither of them have even caught on the obvious tension, but he veers on the safe side.

"I'll explain later, but let's not get left behind." He continues on, heartbeat a steady rhythm behind his thoughts. The tunnels aren't as suffocating as he would have expected, if anything that give him no option but to press forward, to accept that there is only one route. Unfortunately, blinded by his determination, he misses the gap where Wolf slipped out of the vent with grace, and he comes tumbling down to the ground with a loud thud. He yelps, and the sound echoes. Another sinister sound speaks back from the quiet.

It's not Wolf, she's standing just a few feet away with concern washing across her features, and the other boys are just exiting the vent. Emerson pulls himself to his feet, reaching for the handle of his glaive before he can second guess the instinct. But he doesn't budge, gripping the pole until his knuckles turn white and furious, reeling back a punch he still isn't sure he's capable of throwing. Even when a threat that is far from human reveals itself, he has to wait for Wolf to make the first move. A mass of writhing dummies comes lumbering from the shadows, reaching hands and impassive faces. He bites back a gag.

He can't quite discern whether she is a heroine or an antihero, but Wolf is nothing short of worthy of her own fairy tale when she jumps to their defense. Like a wraith stepping out of the night, a patron saint of the lost and weary. She draws her blade through the melded plastic with finesse, causing a severe wound, and the sight of her bravery is enough to jolt Emerson out of his state. He nods, relaxing his grip, and he races forward to swing at the monstrosity while they still have the upper hand.

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Only someone the size and shape of Wolf Turing would think the vents were the best conduit. He'd hoped that Jack would say something but when he didn't Machiavelli pressed his thin lips together and banged his way through the training center behind Emerson. His voice is as soft as his victor-descendent skin. "We agreed to be a team until we can't be, so let's not start falling apart on the first day together. Please."

Machiavelli snorts. Like he can afford to betray anyone this early in the Games. And besides: if someone is going to kill Wolf or Emerson or Jack, it's not going to be with his calloused hands.

And then Emerson goes tumbling down and Machiavelli doesn't quite swallow a laugh. He lands hard on both feet and then stretches out a hand to help Emerson up. "Smooth," he says with a grin. The expression fades quickly as he surveys their surroundings. It's an excellent choice of fort, well supplied and intensely well lit. He's about to compliment Wolf when the air goes out of the room.

Machiavelli attempts to twirl his glaive free of the binding straps to his bag. Some flaw in the design keeps the glaive entangled and the best he can do is use the shaft to push one of the training dummies back. "Does anyone know how to kill these things!?" He yelps, tugging on the strap.

[Machiavelli attacks the training dummies; glaive]

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Post by d10 🌼 duchess duchannes [dars] on Oct 31, 2023 12:18:49 GMT -5

In a building with working elevators, Jack was really struggling to understand why he'd agreed to crawl through the ventilation system. Four separate times, his shoulders proved too big for an opening and as the last in the line, he had to rely on grabbing at Mac's pants as his only point of leverage to pull himself through. He also had absolutely no visibility where they were headed, nor did he think either of the other boys did. It seemed that they were all willingly trusting Wolf to guide them through, to wherever she decided was best.

Finally, after Jack was red-faced and his core burned worse than his most daunting exercises from wiggling across an entire warehouse-sized building like a worm, he could hear the metallic grating sound of a hatch being opened. He let his head rest on the surface of the vent, happy this was coming to an end. Next time, he'd suggest the lift that he used to get to Arcadia's floor earlier.

"Can I ask a favor of you two?" The voice was Emerson's, and the only thing Jack could see when he looked forward was Mac's ass, so he assumed they were the two he was referring to. Wolf must've already ducked out. "Let's try and make Wolf see that she doesn't have to be on edge around us. We agreed to be a team until we can't be, so let's not start falling apart on the first day together. Please."

Mac spoke for them, or rather, chuckled by way of reply to them. Jack was sure that if they could see each other's faces right now they'd be wearing similar expressions of confusion. Did I do something? So far as he could tell, Wolf just happened to be a quiet girl from Three who apparently had the core strength of a god and roughly zero interest in having a conversation with him.

Which was weird, now that he considered it. Jack prided his ability to befriend anyone and everyone as one of his greatest talents and one of the biggest reasons for his success back home, even more than the taming of the lions. Now that Emerson had officially issued a challenge for it, Jack decided to make it his personal goal to make Wolf like him.

There was a very ungraceful sound and then more laughter from Mac before Jack heard him say "Smooth," so he assumed Emerson's dismount had been less impressive than Wolf's. Mac slid out after, and then Jack at last. From the moment his feet touched the ground, he felt a million times better. He hadn't realized how hot it was in there!

He grabbed Machiavelli by the arm- "Never again, deal?"- before they heard the sudden gasp from Wolf from around whichever corner she'd already disappeared behind.

"What the hell is that?" He raced forward with the others, rounding the bend to see her face to... faces? With some horrifying amalgamation of different training dummies all spliced together in some sick combination, with various plastic arms and legs jutting out in various directions, expressionless faces with gaping mouths and lifeless eyes, yet somehow: intention.

Vengeance.

An idea that maybe these were the hacked pieces of dummies destroyed during training crossed his mind and made him feel temporarily sad for the things, but then it became obvious that they were interested in causing harm to them, and any amount of pity went out the window.

Wolf tossed a blade right into the middle of it, landing with a confirmed thud deep into plastic flesh. It did nothing to slow them. "Get back!" He shouted, racing the rest of the way to catch up. Emerson and Mac were already ahead of him, each trying their best to slow the creature down.

"Does anyone know how to kill these things!?" Mac asked, swinging his glaive as the cluster managed, somehow, to move out of the way.

"I don't think it can be killed."

He stepped forward, his weapon at the ready.

"But maybe it can be destroyed!" It'd be a lot less intimidating if they managed to pull it to pieces.

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Post by jupiter graves [d1] 🚀 pogue on Oct 31, 2023 17:44:51 GMT -5

How cruel, that surrounded by so many opportunities none of its wounds can be healed. The beast began in the Training Room, severed limbs sewn by muscle and sinew until a body came together. Mass of jumbled limbs and severed metal bone, cast aside and thrown about and brought back-

T O G E T H E R

Together, separate and one and alive for once. But there is a bump in the dark night of the medical wing, lights flickering open and shut and open and shut until finally something sinister meets its gaze,

T H E

B A D

O NE S

It's a heartbeat in a second, the way its existence goes from longing for more to missing what it has already lost. Something sharp juts into its side, A MEMORY- digitized and sinister and flitting across wired sentience. Then a blade, then another, and ANOTHER. It hisses into the light, at its attackers, sharpened limbs and bared fang and pointed claws and-

S T O P

H U R T

D I E

[attacks wolf ; knife]
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[~~slit throat - 40~~ 10.0 damage]

[attacks emerson ; knife]
knife
[sc on forehead - 4.5]

[attacks machiavelli ; knife]
knife
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[attacks jack ; knife]
knife
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Post by jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo. on Nov 1, 2023 3:34:24 GMT -5

Its wrath is a slash to my throat. Staggering back, hands fly to the wound that begins to gush blood and a knife clatters to the floor. Can’t speak. In shock. How quickly death came for me.

And yet. I'm still breathing, somehow. A tentative press at the wound with my fingers hurts like hell but I can tell it didn't hit my windpipe. A major artery, perhaps - I'll deal with that later - but air still flows, even if the muscles and nerves in my neck protest with every inhale.

The mostrous thing isn't calculated or precise. It just flails, knocking down anything and anyone in its path. Not a creature born from the minds of the Turings, no. It's too wicked. Too... volatile. A mish-mash of parts that don't make sense, pieced together hurriedly and without thought. I scramble back as it lunges for us again and slip in a puddle of my own blood, hitting the ground hard with a thud.

I groan, pelvic bone aching. But at least I can still communicate. My bad hand still clutches at my neck in a low-ditch effort to stop any more of my blood from spilling and with the other I grasp at a red-soaked knife and grit my teeth, hurling it without thought.

It lands, thankfully. And without thinking I unsheath another from the belt strapped to my chest, scrambling back to shield myself with the boys bodies. Mac takes a swipe to the arm and the heels of my boots scrape against sticky linoleum, shuffling further and further away. Selfish, yes, but its their turn to take the brunt of this things wrath.

Worse places to take a hit than the medical room, I think bitterly - spitting up blood and wiping it from my chin.

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Post by lucia valentine {d8} 🔹 tris on Nov 1, 2023 10:40:27 GMT -5

Watching how the thing moves causes his stomach to flip. The arms and legs are a flailing mass, unblinking eyes somehow focusing on each of them in turn. He takes a step back, heartbeat drumming inside his chest, hands shaking at his sides. Part of him considers trying to crawl his way back up into the vent, but somehow he knows that even then he wouldn't feel safe. And the thought of abandoning his allies only serves to make him feel more sick.

He stands frozen in place for a bit, trying to process something that isn't meant to be made sense of. It just keeps crawling, staring into his soul, reaching out to snuff out lives with outstretched hands. Too many to count. He gets so caught up in the horror that he doesn't drift back to reality until it comes charging forward, raking plastic fingers across his skin. Acting on base instinct, he strikes back with a sweep of his glaive.

If he goes down, he does not wish to do so quietly. Or easily.

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Post by Gamemaker Lauren Kinkade on Nov 1, 2023 16:11:01 GMT -5

Deal.

And just like that, they had a pact. Machiavelli, in the ensuing chaos, wasn't entirely sure what he'd agreed to with Jack. But since the very first day here he'd felt a sort of kinship with the tribute from Five. Whatever Jack wanted, Machiavelli was only too happy to agree.

"But maybe it can be destroyed!"

"Yeah!" Was all he managed to say before the dummies animated and sunk their claws into his forearm. He'd almost, almost freed the glaive but the blood running along his forearm onto the strap made them slick. "Keep 'em off of me for like two seconds!" He grunted to his allies.

[Machiavelli attacks the training dummies; glaive]

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Post by d10 🌼 duchess duchannes [dars] on Nov 1, 2023 16:57:27 GMT -5

Jack was struck with a real, haunting realization: this was the true beginning of the Hunger Games. The cluster of plastic pieces nearly cleaned Wolf's head right off her shoulders and Jack watched on in horror, totally awe-struck. His glaive shoved its way into the creature's center, ripping through the flesh of an arm and a disembodied torso as if they were made of butter, and Jack managed to shove it away long enough for Machiavelli to step in front of Wolf to take the second attack that surely would've ended her for good.

"Keep 'em off of me for like two seconds!" His ally from Eight struggled to land a hit as the mass of them continued to move unpredictably, rolling forward like a ball more than running, able to contract and expand as if it had some sort of pulse. It still looked like it was doing pretty well, only minus a couple limbs here and there, all of which were haphazardly strewn across the med bay like some sort of twisted traps. As if he'd cursed himself, Jack stepped forward and slipped on a severed plastic head, which oozed with a sickening blue sludge as Jack did his best not to slip and fall.

He stepped in-between Mac and the creature in the same way he had before, thrusting his weapon forward to try and haul the creature back, but his efforts were not quite as successful this time. Not for lack of effort- the blade just didn't seem to find enough purchase on anything he stabbed it toward to push the creature back any further.

"Can't hold it much longer!" He warned, straining to keep his footing as the cluster pushed back against him. He wished he could gather some sense as to when it would attack, or what it was thinking. But perhaps that was the trick: it had no thoughts. It had only a singular directive: destroy them. Based on that logic, it wasn't hard to guess what it would try to do next.

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There's a claw that finds its way into one of their throats, ripping at flesh until there is a hope of nothing more, failing when the body is ripped from its grasp and the creature roars out in hissing frustration, its limbs twisting back into its body before it scurries back through the darkness and rests heavy in the shadows. These beings are terrible, grasping at their steel like it will save them, desperate for a crown heavier than anything they could ever hold. They are not them-

T H E Y

A R E N O T

U S

But they are just as lethal. Something finds its way into the beings gut, fake blood spraying out in a wave of red and cascading across the tributes faces. The mutt returns to an upwards perch, limbs scurrying up the side of the medical wing wall and into the ceiling tiles. Heartbeats ring out against the medical wing walls, the sound of thumping and footsteps hidden in the darkness of flickering shadows. There is red seeping from its form when it finally crashes through the ceiling and into the group once more, lashing out with bared fang and sharpened claw.

[attacks wolf ; knife]
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[attacks emerson ; knife]
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Post by jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo. on Nov 1, 2023 22:59:47 GMT -5

My body has terrible timing. The first attempt to stand makes my bad leg tremble, buckling underneath the weight of me. One bruise to the kneecap later and I try again, placing the handle of my knife in my teeth to use my one free hand as an anchor, grabbing onto a bed and hauling the rest of me up with it. I spit out the knife (puh!) and groan again, the effort twinging the wound in my neck but I'm too angry to feel pain in more place than one.

Right now it's in my chest, though no wound nor weapon lies there. It's just white-hot anger, mixed with resentment, mixed with a fear that tastes metallic and turns my body rigid. I've only got one hand free, the other still clamped around my neck to stall the inevitable unconsciousness a loss of blood will cause. It's just me and seven knives and my one good hand.

And Emerson, I remind myself. Breathing in through my nose. Out through my mouth. And Mac, in through my nose. Out through my mouth. And hell, Jackson too. Beefy son of a bitch that he is, in through my nose, works in our favour against this strange frankenstein of a beast that isn't slowing down any time soon. Out though my mouth.

Me, in. Emerson, out. Mac, in. Jack, out.

Hand, blood, neck. Hand, knife, throw.

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Post by lucia valentine {d8} 🔹 tris on Nov 1, 2023 23:26:09 GMT -5

Emerson flinches when the mass of dummies draws a sharp plastic hand across Wolf's throat — in that instant, the spray of blood that comes from her neck could very well be coming from his own heart. He hesitates, panicked, then lurches forward. "Wolf! Stay behind me!" A little voice speaks in the back of his mind, reminding him that Mac and Jack both are far more suited to play the bodyguard than him, but he moves on instinct. Glaive at the ready, jaw set, fear shining in the darkness of his eyes. The monstrosity frightens him down to his core.

But the idea of watching his friends die in front of him is a worse terror. Mac is trying his best to land a hit, but the dummies shift and skitter across the space too quickly to counter. Wolf with her one hand is still throwing her knives, Jack makes a deep cut and stays on the offensive. Who is Emerson to try and play the hero? He knows he's not lethal, knows that of the four of them he's at the bottom of the pecking order, but it's too late for him to step away now. Even if it's smarter, more rational, he allows his adrenaline to guide him.

This is not bravery.

"Focus on me," he commands to a being that stares at him with unmoving, impassive faces, "and leave her alone!"

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Post by d10 🌼 duchess duchannes [dars] on Nov 2, 2023 14:07:37 GMT -5

He did his job of holding the cluster back, but it only made Jack himself the biggest target as thing readied its second assault. He gritted his teeth against it, straining with effort as the beast pushed harder and harder against him. Just when he thought he might topple over entirely, he managed to regain his proper footing and summoned every ounce of strength he could muster to shove off of it at last.

More pieces of it seemed to be falling off: a hand here, a pelvis there. Wolf continued chunking knives at it while the boys all stabbed out with their glaives. But the creature was far from finished with its work here, and until either it couldn't go on or at least one of his alliance members was dead, it wouldn't give up. Relentless endurance, he supposed. It was easier to not miss a leg when there were ten more where it came from.

Now that he wasn't grappling the thing anymore, Jack tried to stay light on his feet. The best thing to do when facing a charging bull? Move. He ducked and twisted and sidestepped at quickly as he could, trying to keep its attention for long enough that the others might be able to kill it faster.

"Over here, you ugly fuck!"

He was aware at the same time that, slowly, he was working his way into a corner, but because of his positioning, there wasn't much else he could do besides go through the thing, and well-

He wasn't there yet.

[jack uses self defense]
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[glaive, jack-attack!]
glaive
[3.5]

3-8·glaive

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i. crawl. // epa day 2. Nov 2, 2023 19:16:58 GMT -5

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Post by jupiter graves [d1] 🚀 pogue on Nov 2, 2023 19:16:58 GMT -5

Humans pretend to love one another, camaraderie written in red and dripping from tissue paper skin. But they do not, they cannot in a place like this. The creature has seen a million tributes just like this,

N O T L I K E

U S

In abundance, laced into the Training Center walls and sharing their sentiments in the name of an alliance. It does not last, they do not last. But the beast does.

W E D O

Twenty four entering, one heavy crown held by a child too young to know what they are doing. But the creature will remind them, all of them, in claw and fang and scarlet seeping from open wound.

[attacks wolf ; knife]
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[attacks emerson ; knife]
knife
[8.5]

[attacks machiavelli ; knife]
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[3.5]

[attacks jack ; knife]
knife
[0.0]

knife·knife·knife·knife

Last Edit: Nov 2, 2023 19:18:20 GMT -5 by jupiter graves [d1] 🚀 pogue

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