<| Descent of Fall |> [Team SOT vs. Sheepish]
Sept 26, 2010 0:21:30 GMT -5
Post by Prince Inigo on Sept 26, 2010 0:21:30 GMT -5
Takeba Suzumi
Death brings release
World voyage of the heart
[/justify]Before the first Hunger Games day was over, unfortunate events for one undetected Tribute was presented to fate. Quite fortunate was that Takeba only sustained a shove to the side; however, upon an alarm going off in her head that whatever the large creature - a bulky muttation - was going for brought great displeasure. She knew the person exactly, from the District 4 reaping. Her District partner, Bolcco Renred, somehow stayed in the Cornucopia without their radars going off; although, now that was not luck. Compared to the monstrosity, the attacks she, Anani, Nash, and Topaz could have inflicted were far more mercy-killing in action.
How big the eyes of the District 4 Tribute grew was in direct proportion to the cruelty of the beast. Blink for Bolcco being snatched by the jaws of the creature, slight parting of lips for him being tossed around like a rag doll, and then more exposure of the whites of her eyes as they watched limbs tearing off his body and fresh red paint to stain the floor. Along with the overdue emergence of that coppery smell she would have to get accustomed to, Takeba could feel herself having a period of slight shaking looking at the events playing out. She saw to it his arm cast yards away, and the snapping of the neck ringed in the ears. Magnified by her recognition of Bolcco Renred, Takeba swallowed intention to flee and garner attention from the Capitol demon.
Silence disrupted by murderous happenstances. Such sweet quintessence butchered by a display of killing. Takeba did not move even when an itch came on. Her clothes now would reek of that same coppery odor thanks to landing in a pool of still-drying blood. Fingers sticky of thick crimson substance, the thighs splattered of awkward paint, the purple-haired Tribute continued to watch on the horrendous acts from a distance. Grateful thoughts poured into her head; and, though the desire came on, she resisted temptation to close sight on the matter.
Small amounts of fright shot up her back as the creature dropped the tattered corpse of unfortunate Bolcco. She hardened her face and clenched teeth with a great prominent frown. It was searching around, blood dripping from the mouth and splashed on its fur - though the splotches was hardly detected due to the dark strands. Takeba kept still, storing energy to the legs in case of emergency. Adrenaline started to pick up again; the response would be set to 'flight'.
Now, though, the muttation set eyes on unlucky Johnathan, the poor guy they had attacked earlier without any sort of retaliation. Greedy, the creature was, for it had clamped down on his shoulder and started to drag him off. Though the senses were settling as the distance between Takeba and the mutt was growing, her eyes were fixated on a forearm produced from said dragging and inability to be gentle with human 'meat'. More blood dotted the path the monstrosity took with the District 7 male Tribute, but the acridness would not meet the noses of the Careers and Anani. They had taken their - forced or not - leave; the team was safe from the onslaught.
Takeba rose from the blood puddle as the monster shrunk to a dot. She took a look to the skies, noticing that night would come anytime soon. After the threat was gone - and following distributing their hard-earned Wealth items - Team Strikeoutthrough departed from the scene, leaving behind the awful deathly fragrance. Heading westward, the shift from a mostly empty land to that filled with beautiful trees reflecting the autumn season was peaceful to Takeba. Night had rolled too soon, and they had to cease travel at the titled 'fall trees'.
Overabundant physical, emotional, and mental stress let Takeba fall to a quick, deep sleep.-----
Music played, forcing Takeba to sit up and glance up with drowsy eyes. A screen showed the dead in order of Districts. Seeing the faces of those she killed wakened the girl a tad, remembering their portrayals of horror and feral behavior. She gave a nod to each Tribute. Nine Tributes showed on the screen, and then the power was cut off. Takeba rubbed her eyes and covered the mouth - out of habit - for a tiny yawn. Hands reached for the daggers that were kept beside her during the night; strength surged through her body at their touch, which she gave a small smile to.
She tried shifting her arms in a certain position, and the female Tribute saw the forming scabs, results of the skirmish with Gerrard the day before. Fingers brushed over the spots, a tingle of slight pain buzzing, and Takeba sighed silently. Another one was let out after purple eyes fell on the backpack full of medical supplies, clothing, and other necessities. Heaviness on the eyelids prevented proper treatment of the wounds, and she wished she could have, at least, disinfected them before they closed up. Instead of pondering her misfortune for long, Takeba stole glances at the other three of the alliances, a concerned look plastered on.