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jupiter graves [d1] 🚀 pogue
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dead heat . jupiter [open] Jun 25, 2024 21:57:53 GMT -5

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Post by jupiter graves [d1] 🚀 pogue on Jun 25, 2024 21:57:53 GMT -5

J U P I T E R

The Bloodbath goes silent from its own screams not long after he's gone, begging for the sound of a cannon and receiving nothing but ghosts in response. He'd camped out just outside of the Cornucopia, listening to the sounds of the headliner band rise and fall as steel and screams had clashed together. It had to have been one of the shortest Bloodbaths in history, set to a horrifying tune and punctuated by a distinct lack of tributes rising to meet their fates.

The last part still curls in his stomach, that his own district partner, that nearly half of his fellow tributes were nowhere to be found, their cannons the only thing that could cover up the unrelenting sounds of a mechanical band.

Even now they continue playing, serenading his pickiness as he wanders his way through what remains of the space he'd fled from so recently. The pedestals of nearly half the tributes still hadn't opened up and revealed themselves, and the absence of cannons still carve and shake him to his core as he walks forwards into what was once the fray. The band on the stage still plays a melodic tune, an audience of one their only attendee, and it's all he can do but stop himself from carving their instruments into bits with his bare fists as the tune stops, automates, restarts.

Still, the area is a notable refuge from the intense heat on the rest of the arena, morning sun sitting heavy in the sky above, orange sands coated in waves of humidity that crests across the hills. Carmen was somewhere out there now, diverting away from the Bloodbath just like he had. He's like a wolf, the wya he smells the air as if there'd be any trace of her left for him to follow, as if the sands hadn't completely swallowed any trace of her whole as soon as they'd split ways.

Spoils gone, hopelessly exposed, he swallows down the impending sense of danger and sets to work, foraging through the leftover bits and pieces of his own bruised ego as he moves.

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dead heat . jupiter [open] Jun 26, 2024 17:50:17 GMT -5

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Post by d8 : vera jeon 🎀 sucy on Jun 26, 2024 17:50:17 GMT -5

I'm riding high, high, high above the arena. My flail feels right in my hands. I'm sad for the kid from Five, who's sprayed out in chunks around his platform. I did like him. I speed-walk past his podium, breaking my slow, casual, and highly practiced stride for a few seconds. I can't stop to think about him, or any of the other missing tributes if I want to keep the adrenaline from winning the Bloodbath going.

Well, what little Bloodbath there was to win. Everybody got up and got out for some reason, and as happy as I was to have my pick of the Cornucopia's supplies, it pissed me off for some reason too. I can't help thinking about Marceline and her lethal hands last year. Nobody even gave me a chance to try and outdo her. Her unexpected performance in last year's games cast a long shadow across the sand in front of me as I paroled the Cornucopia, waiting for any of the missing tributes to be ejected out of the ground.

I look back over my shoulder, pick out the distant shapes of Nori and Lucia beyond the animatronic band. In the next day or two, we'd have to prove that we would've won the Wealth either way, whether the others stayed or not. I don't look back at the girls for too long, out of fear that my gaze will soften, betray my fondness to the empty air around me. I can't let any of it show if I want to convince them, or the Capitol, or myself.

But for today anyways, all of this killing apparatus is ours, so when I turn around and continue on, I don't take too kindly to seeing the back of Jupiter Graves' buzzed head bobbing around as he rummages through what is ostensibly, if temporarily, our property.

"Hey, handsome," I call out. "Thought you ran away with all the other scaredy-cats."

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dead heat . jupiter [open] Jun 26, 2024 21:09:33 GMT -5

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Post by D3B Safina Roy [Tyler] on Jun 26, 2024 21:09:33 GMT -5

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Her voice rings out sharp and clear and my blood runs cold. She could only be a few meters away from me, my buddy huddled down beside the podium now serving as the barrier that stood between us. My eyes are back up and scanning in the direction I heard the voice of Vera Jeon calling out, trying to adjust to the dim light or catch a beam of coloured brightness running into her body.

I can still remember speaking to her just days ago. Her watching me and my misery with the bow and arrow. I remember how she offered me advice. I remember how I had laughed for the first time in weeks. She had been able to draw it out of me even when I was faced with the impending terror of my fate. I was in awe of her. I was dazzled by her. I wanted desperately for her to like me. Now we are in the arena and our paths have forked in different directions. A possible friendship pulled apart by the nature of the Hunger Games. My admiration forced to stay behind closed lips.

Altogether it meant Vera Jeon was the most dangerous person in the arena. Because I'm not so sure if it came down to it that I would be able to kill her. If I'd truly be able to deal the final blow that stopped her heart from beating.

For now at least, it seems her words were not directed at me. Perhaps she had missed me altogether, with eyes focused on the tribute ahead of her. Thank Panem I was crouched , the faint glow of the fishnets partially hidden by my frame. I keep my eyes scanning around and finally land on the frame of that dangerously incredible girl, back to me and face towards the bald head of Jupiter picking through a pile of treasures. Another memory follows - a hand sliding a tower of desserts across the table. The man of excess now forced to look for some scraps.

Neither of them seem to have noticed the silent audience they've accumulated, or if they have noticed me they've made no indication of it. I glance to the left where I'd last seen Sera and Tide, and can barely make out their silhouettes a safe distance away. I can't tell if they have sensed the company we're keeping.

For now, I stay stone still and watch, listen, for how the interaction goes. The time for clue hunting is over, the missing tributes will have to wait. There's a Hunger Games to be played.

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dead heat . jupiter [open] Jun 27, 2024 11:00:44 GMT -5

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Post by D2A Artemis Shei {Jorg} on Jun 27, 2024 11:00:44 GMT -5

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The further away I make it from the stage, the more of the surrounding area I can see is. I still find it odd that there was only 11 of us, 12 if you count that kid who got burned alive from the pyrotechnics, but even then, he barely lasted a second. There were only eleven of us who actually were in the bloodbath, and somehow it still ended us between me and the lower district alliance.

How did that, happen? Why did everyone run off? And why did I hear cannons if half of us didn't make it to the Cornucopia? Where the hell are they?

These thoughts run in my head as I make my way away from the stage, finding signs for food and restrooms. It's nice to know that the Gamemakers care enough about us to give us proper bathrooms this year. I can't imagine having to take a shit in the middle of some random ass wilderness. I can feel my leg already starting to bruise from the hits I've already taken. My hand hurts a bit to, but I wonder if that was from me taking a hit, or if it was from a lack of proper punching technique. Why did everyone just leave? Most of them left without a weapon, or even a bag to carry anything in. This isn't normal, or what I had planned. Did everyone get scared by the lack of tributes? Another cannon goes off, that's four cannons now. I'm angry about the confusion. Trying to get into the minds of the Gamemakers and trying to understand their game has me more confused than ever before. And I'm not mature enough to not get angry by that confusion.

"Hey handsome, thought you ran away with all the other scaredy-cats." a voice calls out. Something about the tone scratches my ear the wrong way. I turn and find one of the girls from the Cornucopia try her god awful best to hit on Jupiter. I can't help but snicker at the scene in front of me. I hope no one heard me as I grab some food left out at the stalls, trying to find a way to get everything to fit in my crossbody bag.

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