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Post by cameron on Oct 25, 2010 12:53:50 GMT -5

Luyu Nimmons

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It was a shoe that interrupted her mighty roar atop the Corncuopia – not a vicious, angry muttation or an erupting volcano spewing molten lava onto her body, but … a shoe. One would assume that, when a shoe is launched at you from the sky and breaks a bone within your leg, you would be filled with madness; but this, however, was not the case for a certain Luyu Orphelia Nimmons. In fact, this caused the maniacal Tribute to act calm – of all things – in the direst of situations.

Breathe in; breathe out. Habitual breath regulation was not a usual or casual occurrence for the girl from the third District. The flow of oxygen kept steadily pacing itself throughout her lungs and blood, and Luyu slid down onto her rear end without pressuring her broken leg. Breathe in; breathe out. Had she ever attempted to regulate her breath pattern before? She doubted it, honestly; why on earth would the crazed child ever attempt in any way to be tranquil? So, why was she now?

Unable to answer this question, the girl slid down the Great Horn and, using her arms of little strength in comparison to her mighty legs, she held herself up enough so that the leg that had been injured in the shoestorm wouldn’t be pained. Reaching the ground, she hobbled over to where the other two stood, analyzing the two and checking their injuries.

Since entering the Arena, Luyu had slowly but surely become slightly more observant in nature, whereas before volunteering she had never paid any attention to detail whatsoever. What had caused her to be this way was lost to her, though, as she still felt the same as she always had in the lifetime that the District Three girl remembered. That, however, wasn’t say all too much when the Tribute could only remember a fraction of her years, the rest being rid from her memory in the years past. There was only one moment from before her time in the loony bin that the child remembered, and she hadn’t even extracted that from her mind until the prior day during the attack on the horsies.

Hiccup.

Next thing Luyu knew, it was dark and the Anthem was playing in the night sky. According to the Capital’s display, there were only eight others left to be killed before the girl could return to her home District. But, she had yet to answer her own personal question that she dared not speak aloud: Did she truly want to go back? What was there for her after her re-arrival? Sure, her family was still there— but she hadn’t cared about her family in several years; they were the least of her worries. What worried her was the fact that the boy in the alliance still hadn’t voiced anything to her that she recalled, and the girl seemed crazy for lemons. Luyu realized then that she was stuck fighting for her life with a bunch of crazies, and there was no other way to put it. At least Mercury was out of the way, making it an alliance with one less crazy than the day before.

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Wait, the Tribute’s mind interrupted her thoughts,[/color] what if they think I’m crazy, too? What if the Capital laughs at me every time I make a move on their screen? What if they find me humorous? Honestly, she hadn’t the slightest idea where these logical thoughts had come from or why they had presented themselves to her then; but one thing she did know was that it all made sense to her. Luyu Orphelia Nimmons was completely bonkers, cracked, bats in the belfry, demented, delirious, deranged. She was all of the things the children back in the District used to call her from her bedroom window. “Loony Luyu,” they used to say.

Loony Luyu indeed.

Her mind began to spin around, doing double-backflips and handstands and all kinds of motions forcing it to be in a twisted mess. She was muttering ”Loony Luyu” vocally now, over and over again. Her body jerked to the right, then to the left, and then all was silent and still.

The Anthem had ended, and just as It had a large shadow had passed over the grass before her, startling her out of her crazed daze and into a slight reality. Grabbing her broadsword, she charged forward and swung the weapon madly in the direction of the unidentified flying object; but her leg gave out where the shoe had struck it, and onto the ground she went. Her eyes slammed shut as she hit the grass, and she tried her hardest to imagine the happy place the doctor’s used to frequently force her to find.

A cobbler’s shop is where her mind took her. Shoes were everywhere, scattered throughout on the different shelves and display cases. A man, eerily similar to Luyu in appearance, stepped out from behind a case and strolled over to her. ”Why, hello there, little girl,” the man said to her as he walked up to her. The man bent down to get on head-height with Luyu, and she realized then that she had shrank since the last time she had looked at herself. Never had she been this much shorter than anyone. Still, the shrunken Tribute looked up to the lanky man and instinctively tugged on the tail of his shirt.

”Daddy, daddy! I need some new shoes!”

”Of course, sweetheart,” he said with a smile on his face, turning to walk towards the small girls’ shoe section.

And with a burst of bright light Luyu was awakened from her memory, still unaware of what it actually was, and saw the shoes all around her spontaneously ignite together. The sight, awe-inspiring in itself, forced the Tribute off her stomach and onto her feet. Twirling around despite her broken leg, she took in the miraculous, magnificent sight of the fire all around her. The memory of her father was pushed far back into the depths of her manic mind, and her oceanic eyes followed the sparks around in amazement.

Just like that, the fire was all gone and rubber ash remain was left in its place. Luyu was still revolving when the fire dissipated, and she immediately collapsed to the ground in anger. She wanted that fire so much; why did it have to go?

Pain then shot through her leg, as she had fallen onto it when the flames had died. Clutching it in her hand, she dragged her body back towards the Horn where her items all rested. Reaching the Cornucopia, she went through her satchel and pulled out the pair of grey socks, an arrow, and rope. Placing the arrow against her injury and using the grey socks to bandage her broken femur, she tied the rope around so that the socks—and her bone—would remain in place. It was a makeshift splint, of sorts, that had just seemed like the natural thing to do. After that, the girl collapsed into a deep slumber.

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As soon as the sun way up, so was Luyu Nimmons. Her satchel ready and lighter than the previous day thanks to the makeshift splint she now wore on her upper right leg, Luyu swung it over her shoulder and attempted to skip away from the Cornucopia. Hopefully, the other two would hear her awkward attempts at galloping and follow her.

The girls’ right leg dragged for the most part, but she was still mostly capable of making it without falling. Eventually, she reached an area of the Arena that was covered in patches of grain—tall grains, short grains, colored grains, dull grains—and nothing else. All she could see for a fair distance was grain. And her first thought upon noticing the grain, of course, was fire.

Hiccup.

She no longer cackled when she came into contact with fire, but her heart did skip a beat and her brain melted for a few moments. Striking the flint and igniting the cat’o’nine tails she had taken from Ocean Jones, the Tribute pranced around the field as much as a girl with a broken leg could prance around, whipping patches of grain and setting them instantly on fire. Her mind was jelly while she did so, and she probably could have gone on all day if there had not have been that sleeping Tribute laying before her. Of course, Luyu was too caught up in the fire to notice the being, and when she passed over him her foot—the good one, luckily—caught onto his body and knocked her over him.

Shock bolted through her; Luyu was genuinely scared of the Tribute. Where had he come from? Why was he laying in the grain? That couldn’t be too safe. Maybe he was dead, and the canon just hadn’t gone off yet? It was possible. Or was it? Luyu didn’t know. She hadn’t been much for detail until two days ago or so. On that note, though, the Tribute’s face seemed to not make the prettiest shape in the world. Most Tributes, ~~because we all pick sexy FCs~~ for some reason, were fairly good looking; however, this was not the case for the sleeping/dead Tribute before her.

Maybe if she just…burned his face right off, maybe then he’d be better looking? Maybe. So, of course, Luyu attempted to do so. She leaned forward and brought the flaming cat’o’nine tails up to the boy’s dirty face, but right before contact was made his eyes flashed open and he rolled away from the weapon. She had clearly frightened him—what person ~~other than Luyu, but that doesn’t count~~ wouldn’t be scared when waking up to fire in their face? But, Luyu was all too oblivious to the fact that he was scared, and decided to pay more attention to the boy’s appearance. It was so peculiar. His tanned skin, dark, messy hair, and baggy dull eyes but no real connection with her, whereas Ember’s blonde locks and Mercury’s exquisite nails had appealed to her. The Tribute walked around the boy in close circles, inspecting his body up and down for any sort of distinction that made him stand out; but, no, there was nothing. He was just there, almost as if he hadn’t a purpose.

Getting closer and closer still, the manic girl scanned the Tribute with her oceanic orbs over and over, offering her odd gaze as some sort of strange salutations. Her face reached his, and she stayed with her face in front of his for a good five seconds, observing and making mental notes on the strangeness of the boy’s general features. Bland. He was bland.

It was engaging.

Still, she leaned forward once more and pressed her nose on his, inhaling greatly. Much to her surprise, even his smell was lackluster, just having a slight stench—but a very commonplace, unimportant one at that. This Tribute was abnormal for the mere fact that he was normal. Luyu had no other way to put it, really. Keeping her face centimeters away from his, she stared him in the dull eyes of the boy, waiting.
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And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

ooc: yeah, so, Kevin told me to powerplay. Just so no one thinks I'm a noob^^

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Post by [Ree]craft on Oct 25, 2010 14:22:30 GMT -5

Ember Milan

Lemon tree very pretty
And the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.

The shoe felt.... unreal in the least. I wanted to pick it up and put it on. My dancing shoes, I had decided. I could waltz all night in them. But they'd been stolen from me into what Luyu likes most: fire. A fire I couldn't touch or reach. They'd stolen my slipper. My glass slipper I was going to wear to the ball. To dance with my true love.

Hatches.

I unreasonably blamed Luyu for the flames, somehow associating fire and destruction with the District 3 female tribute. I wonder how. I found myself crying as I watched the shoe burn, but I got over it pretty quickly. I need to pull myself together. There are more important things in this arena than shoes. Like lemons?

Hatches.

Following the remainder of my alliance we found ourselves in a great vast plain, covered in thigh-height golden grain. All I'd be able to think about would be snakes if it weren't for one other feature. The scare crows. They had great pumpkin heads that glared at you with a great dark intensity that made goose-flesh. They had ratty raggedy clothes made with patchwork cloth, but no bright colors. All dark. Their hats were made like witches hats, just with a tuft of straw hanging from the top. Their arms were that golden straw and they hung from a great strong pole.

Hatches.

"Oh look at them," I sigh in fascination stepping closer to the one nearest me. He was different than all of the other ones. More manly, I think. Unlike some of the others, he succeeded in scaring away and crow. Crows that wanted to land would go a fifty mile radius from him, for he was the scariest scarecrow of them all. He had a great big grin, stretching from "ear" to "ear". He had a cloak like jacket of dark patchwork with wheat designs embroidered on it. His eyes looked directly into mine, and an emotion was triggered.

Hatches.

I found myself wishing I was more becoming to the eye. If only my hair had been brushed this morning, or maybe I could have washed in the creek last time we were there. Or maybe someone could lend me a pretty outfit and give me that glass slipper back? I wouldn't mind a tube of lipstick either. Imagine me compared to this brilliant perfect scarecrow in front of me. I must be so ugly in contrast to his magnificence.

Hatches.

I stepped right up to him and smiled as charmingly as I could. "It's a grand pleasure to meet you," I say breathlessly, having the vague urge to tangle up my words and laugh at the same time. "I'm Ember... And you?"

"My name is Hatches," replied the scarecrow, still grinning.

"Hatches... That's a lovely name... Would you like to come home with me, to my district? I bet it's really lonely out here..." I am entranced by this great creation in front of me.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I can leave here. Will you give me the pleasure of one dance?"

Of course. How could I say no? "Yes." That's all it took. Hatches swept me up in his arms and we twirled together in the field of grain. Round, and round we went, and sometimes we'd do some sort of delicate footwork, or a dip, and I would sigh, "Oh, Hatches, my true love."

We were lost in our oblivion together circling in the morning light, ignoring everything around us. Hatches and I. The romance of the Games. Made for one another. Forever. Untouched. Love.

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Post by kitsune on Oct 27, 2010 20:01:55 GMT -5

The sun hung limply in the sky like a bulbous eye choked and blinded by cataracts, its twin gouged out long ago. Even if it had been able to see, though, there wasn't much to examine: featureless plains of amber and yellow swaying lazily like imitation waves, the monotony occasionally broken by tall, skinny poles jutting up from the dirt. Cream. Bister. Saffron. Bay. There were only so many shades of yellow and brown one could look at before they all blended in to the same indiscernible oatmeal-colored haze. Looking up, Joshua was moderately surprised to see pale blue and wisps of white instead of tawny grain reflected back at him.

The teenager leaned heavily against one of the unoccupied posts planted in the fields, teeth gritted and lips twisted into a tight grimace as he tried to put as little weight as possible on his left leg. He nervously glanced up at the sky every few seconds, expecting to see another storm of miscellaneous objects raining down on them at any moment, but the sky was clear of inhabitants - not even a single bird could be seen coasting on the faint breezes that buffeted the intermittent clouds. "Had to be shoes." He spat under his breath, gaze shifting from the empty firmament above to his shattered knee. "Couldn't be socks, or hats..." A snide comment tittered in the back of his mind - he should have been grateful that they'd just been bombed with shoes instead of anvils - but that was hardly comforting. The laws of logic hadn't just been violated - they'd been hijacked, mauled, derailed, absolutely destroyed to demonstrate the control the Gamemakers had over their victims. At least, that was the best presumption he'd been able to come up with - what other purpose could falling footwear possibly have? Was the Capitol audience hungering for some hilarity amidst the bloodshed? Was it... oh, jeez, was it advertising? Had they all been bludgeoned by shoes because of some unusual viral advertising scheme? That was a thought almost too humiliating to bear. The blonde tribute shifted slightly as he internally debated this unimportant detail, but this was clearly a mistake - agony erupted in his right knee and simultaneously shot through his left shin, obliterating any sardonic thoughts that might have been about to surface, and he bit his tongue to prevent profuse cursing. Luyu had been dancing on her freshly-broken leg last night, dancing and spinning, and here he was, barely able to move without fire shooting up his nerves. It was pathetic, really. A nagging thought told him that his mentor wouldn't be proud.

In addition to a rain of sandals and clogs, tributes were keeling over at an unprecedented rate. How many were left? Ten? It took him a few scattered minutes to determine that nine tributes were still alive, and even upon reaching that he hesitated. Only nine? Everyone'll be dead before the week's out. He thought, though instead of a dry hint of sarcasm the thought was tinged only with exhaustion. For a moment, the Gamemakers reminded him of spoiled children with their sweaty, greasy palms up against the window of a confectionary, about to dig into a bag of treats and devour every last sweet in minutes. What was more satisfying - burning through twenty-four lives in days or dragging them out?

There had to be more than nine alive - ten at the very least - and that meant that the total death toll was up tone-thousand, three hundred, and thirty… six? Four? Perhaps as many as one-thousand, three hundred, and forty? Something like that. The fact that he couldn’t land on an exact number was infuriating, but he couldn’t concentrate. The constant, irritating crackling of grain informed him that his allies were still in the area, but more pressing was the need for water. He’d never made any connection between ‘parched’ and ‘parchment’ before, but now his throat certainly felt as dry as the latter. If offered the chance, Joshua would have strangled his own brother for a glass of water and certainly wouldn‘t have lost any sleep over it. As for hunger… what had hardly been present on day two now manifested itself as a dull, slowly expanding ache --

He was in a field of grain. Such a discomfort was one easily assuaged.

[Joshua consumes edible plants.]

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Post by Kevin on Oct 28, 2010 20:48:11 GMT -5

Anani Petros

Anani was peacefully resting as he ruminated over what he would be doing if he was never chosen to be sent off into the hellhole they call an arena. The thought of just peacefully living his life was too sad for him to bare. The more he thought about how his life had been so... peaceful after Nisa had come around again, he realized that he wasn't the greedy monster he was... when he wasn't fighting for his life. So would he turn into that monster from the past again, now that he had to fight for his life? Anani shook his head desolately as he saw himself slowly transform and contort into that being he no longer knew. Sure, what was he supposed to do when half his alliance had left him in the middle of a fight? He had left Takeba all alone. He had left one of the most amazing girls he had ever come into contact with to die by her lonesome self.

Whatever happened to him now, he knew that he had to fend for himself. No more of this "trusting" stuff he had grown so fond of. It was just as shown in Topaz and Nash's actions that humans were just as generally selfish or even more selfish than himself. It was part of human-nature. Self-preservation was needed. It was kill or be killed. With a frustrated sigh, he started to pull the sparse roots of grass from the ground.

Before he could react to it, a rather angry looking cloud loomed overhead as shoes started to fall from the sky at a rather dangerous velocity. Anani tried to move out of the way, but of course, the proximity of the cloud was too wide. As he braced himself for an onslaught of shoe, he felt himself be knocked on his back with a shoe glancing off of his right collarbone. With a groan of pain, he quickly turned to his back before being grazed by another shoe on his right knee. As he felt other slight glances from other shoes, he looked up after a minute to see that the storm had passed. After re-confirming that he still had everything in his possession, he quickly brushed his hand over the bruised collar bone and bruised knee as he grimaced. He sighed heavily as he instinctively looked around for any further threats. After confirming that he was alone with the field full of desolate shoes, he tried to stand up slowly as he checked his body for any further injuries. After finding that he was fortunately unscathed after all that besides a couple bruises, he started to walk again away from the lake. Away from his past fears and away from past dangers.

As he started to cross over into grain fields, he happened to glance back and see the strange phenomena of the shoes all burning up in one spectacular union. As his mouth gaped slightly at the beautiful yet strange event, he wondered whether Nisa was watching the sight with him.

Nisa... I hope you're doing well... Please help me...

With a last passing glance at the dying embers, Anani continued to walk until night passed, and as the tall grains of the grain fields continued interminably, Anani eventually passed out on the ground, with the hope that his sister would watch over him.

* * * *

Anani felt himself get kicked by a rather hard object, but surprisingly, he felt himself unable to move. He felt death's grasp as one part of his mind tried to persuade him to just leave his eyes closed... to embrace death... But thoughts came flashing in. Whether it was about Nisa or just the initial gathering of his former alliance, hopeful thoughts flooded his brain as they slowly urged him to open his eyes. And Anani opened his eyes to something he didn't expect to see.

Whether his sub-conscience was expecting another shoe storm or just some random harmless mutt -if there were any "harmless" mutts-, it hadn't mattered because he was way off base. What he hadn't expected was the glowing fire being waved in his face in a proximity way too close for his own comfort. With shock and horror, Anani rolled out of the way and sprang onto his feet as he quickly got out his dagger as he held it behind him.

Anani slowly examined the girl as he got used to the sudden lighting that made his eyes hurt. It wasn't pleasant being woken up by almost being burned to death, and knowing that it was a complete possibility in the arena, Anani quickly tucked that frightening thought away in the back of his mind. The girl had blonde hair and something... distant in her eyes gave her a similar recollection of Nisa in Anani's mind. Even though he could feel something similar between the two, he knew they were ultimately different. Nothing could match the combination of pain and innocence in his sister's eyes. Nothing would.

As the pair slowly examined each other, Anani felt a pang of fear. Was this tribute all by herself? What if she had allies? Would she want to kill him? Why hadn't she killed him already?

With all those questions stuck in his mind, Anani's peripheral vision caught onto another girl, apparently dancing with a scarecrow. With a short, but curious glance towards the rather infatuated girl, Anani turned his face towards the blonde girl who was closest to him. As the awkward silence passed, the girl eventually broke their distance as she walked closer. Anani gripped his dagger tighter and tighter as she walked closer and closer. He remembered about what he had decided on about the night before. Nothing else mattered anymore besides him anymore... but did he really want that part of him to come back, even if it would mean his death?

The silence grew as the girl approached nearer and nearer until their noses were dangerously close of touching. As his fear grew and grew, he found his arms and mouth immobilized for some reason. With a stifled gasp of much needed air, Anani continued to return the gaze.

Eventually, Anani gained control of his limbs and took several steps back as he gave another cautious glance towards the girl.

Who are you and why didn't you kill me?..

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Post by cameron on Oct 30, 2010 8:52:52 GMT -5

Luyu Nimmons

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She wakes up
Rage and grace
Pulling me closer
Pushing away
And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine
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It attacked her mind from nowhere whatsoever, completely spontaneous as far as thoughts go. Luyu wanted the boy dead, and it was that simple. So, the girl obsessed with fire launched the new, unusually usual boy onto the ground forcefully with the palms of her hands. Cackling slightly as he tumbled towards the ground, she looked toward where Ember danced with a scarecrow—which, to Luyu, was not odd whatsoever—and motioned for her to come assist her.

[attacks Anani]
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[Bruised Right Foot; 4]

Turning back to the boy after attacking him, a complete switch in emotions occurred. Luyu no longer wanted the boy dead; in face, she wanted him to survive. It was highly unlikely that he would, being as unusually usual as he was, last until the end of the Games—but if he did, Luyu would be the one to make sure of it. She didn't care about her own life whatsoever at this point. As long as she could burn something alive one last time she'd die pleasantly. Until then, she would live, and so would the boy she had pushed.

Sticking out her hand to help the boy back onto his feet, Luyu started to form a smile on her face like any normal person would do. Her father used to smile, with his big bright white pearls that laced the innards of his oral opening. Luyu had always stared in wonder at the teeth when she was younger, had always dreamed of one day having a smile that could light up a whole neighborhood.

What had happened to the innocent little girl from years ago, curled up in her father's lap late at nights by the fireplace? The girl who used to run around her backyard and pick dozens of morning glories for her father? The girl that hadn't been obsessed with fire? What had happened to the real Luyu Orphelia Nimmons?

Blinking away these sudden questions, she returned her gaze on the boy, waiting for him to take her hand so she could help him back up.

Hiccup.

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She sees a million stars, like holes in the sky
All gods tears for her they cry
And I am in her rain
Broken wing
Empty glass
Words that scream and bounce right back
She says, "You know, we'd all like to rearrange"

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Post by [Ree]craft on Nov 2, 2010 13:32:19 GMT -5

Ember Milan

I heard noises that distracted me from even my beautiful dance with Hatches. I glance over to the source of the noise infuriated that someone distracted me. I was having such fun.

I look over and I realize it is Luyu who has brought this distraction upon me. She is actually fighting someone. A boy who came out of nowhere, it seems. He was just an average boy and I liked the looks of him immediately. So why was Luyu attacking him?

Well, there's never really any reasons for anything in Luyu's mind right?

I stroll over, slightly afraid and look from the boy to Luyu. I decided, I like the boy more. Really, I hate Luyu. I mean, for all I know, tomorrow morning poor Hatches could be turned to ash because of Luyu. Pyromaniac, around poor flammable Hatches. No, we can't have that.

[attacks Luyu]
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Shallow cut on right thigh 3.5

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Post by kitsune on Nov 2, 2010 18:14:54 GMT -5

The perpetual crunch-crackle-crunch-crackle of his allies in the infernal crop had evolved into a rapid crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch; for a moment he imagined the two of them laying in the field and flattening grain until they'd left imprints of themselves. Nothing to be worried about.
Jeez, he was thirsty. His tongue felt like a wad of sandpaper a careless carpenter had shoved in his mouth while he'd slept.
The total number of tributes was too large to keep track of anymore, but he could at least manipulate district numbers. Joshua's gaze fluttered from the vague direction of the Cornucopia down to his feet as he considered. He and Ember were nine. Nine was made up of three threes. Luyu was three. Mercury was five. It was clear why the Amazon had died so quickly when you put it in terms like that: she didn't fit. Parts that didn't fit were excised. It was logic. Nine and nine and three became... twenty-one? That was a decent enough number, but nothing spectacular. He found himself mildly disappointed.

Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch. Joshua glanced in Luyu's direction, shifting from bored and pained to somewhere between irritated and livid. What could she possibly be doing to create such an unwelcome racket? Any sharp comments that might have been fermenting dissipated almost immediately when he saw the boy tumble back into the grain. His eyes widened slightly; out in this seemingly endless field, it was easy to think that they were the only ones on this side of the arena. If there was one tribute visible now, did that mean a whole alliance was lurking nearby? Joshua began to move slowly, carefully towards the scuffle, though his thoughts were as wild as a whirling dervish. As far as he knew, there were only two other male tributes still alive: eight and twelve. Both had dark hair, and he hadn't gotten a good look at the boy's face - who knew who Luyu's newest victim was? Then Ember was involved, though she wasn't attacking who Joshua would have expected, and --

The maelstrom cleared for a moment, and three fairly concise thoughts materialized.
The first? Someone was going to die. That was plain enough. The second was a bit more drawn out - Joshua had decided that the boy was the one from District Twelve. Twelve was made up of four threes. Eighteen plus twelve was thirty.
And the third was ridiculous, but it appeared anyway.

Back when they were younger, Roman had had a fondness for collecting tall tales and attempting to pass them on to Joshua as fact. One had been about District Three - how the pollution of the factories flowed into local ponds and contaminated the water, poisoning anyone stupid enough to drink from them and mutating tadpoles. The resulting frogs were twisted in grotesque, deformed caricactures - giant amphibians, frogs with no eyes, frogs with eight legs, frogs with no legs at all that wobbled around like fleshy bubbles and had to roll after their prey... Even at the green age of ten or eleven, Joshua had denounced such stories. Yesterday, when Luyu had climbed onto the Cornucopia, Joshua had grudgingly decided that maybe there was an ounce - no more than an ounce - of truth to such stories - if pollution could mutate frogs, who knew what it could do to someone's mind? But his third thought was that Luyu was a frog.
It only lasted for a second, but the image was poignant enough for him to nearly drop his knife: for a second her resemblence to a corpulent frog was astounding, with the pale, doughy flesh, the incongruously beautiful eyes, the deep gash of a mouth... the tassel of blond hair didn't detract from this second's apparition.
It evaporated quickly enough, but it only reinforced the decision that was brewing in his head.

Luyu Nimmons didn't fit.

[attacks Luyu with knife.]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep gash on right thigh. 8.0]

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Post by Kevin on Nov 2, 2010 20:26:57 GMT -5

Anani Petros

Anani continued to stare at the rather pale girl as he still heard the fleeting questions quietly reverberate in his ear. It wasn't long before he started to become a bit nervous as he gripped his dagger tighter and tighter. Before he thought he would eventually squeeze the metal dagger into pieces, he saw the girl pull up her hands and push him with a force he thought such a frail body couldn't possibly have. Anani tumbled over to the ground as he heard his foot crack on something --maybe a sharp rock-- and with a sharp cry of pain, he looked back towards his rather cryptic assailant.

Anani glanced over the girl once again in shock and fear. What had he expected? Hadn't he just told himself that no one in the arena was going to help him live? He should have slit her throat then and there. How stupid of him. Was niceness going to help him live? Live the life luxuries he had at home waiting for him?...

With the rather obvious answer that he had disregarded in the past, he looked back up at the girl with hatred on his face. It wasn't the time to die. And no matter how revolting and disgusting it was for him to attack a girl with an intent to kill... he had to do it. Gripping the dagger more tighter than before, he prepared to counterattack until he surprisingly saw another girl come towards his own assailant.

As blood splattered across the ground near him, Anani saw another boy (Were they from the same district?...) follow up with another dagger attack, creating an even deeper wound on his pale assailant.

Everything was occurring at such a rate that Anani began to panic. What was he supposed to do? Run? Attack his assailant? Would the other two kill him later on? So many possibilities played out in his mind, with running being the safest option. But as he looked back down towards the main source of pain, Anani knew he wouldn't be able to run with one of his feet in such a mangled mess...

Without a second hesitation Anani pushed himself off the ground with his one good foot and two hands as he hobbled into the fray. As he looked at both parties hesitatingly, he aimed his attack towards the girl who had pushed him with such force. With a quick prayer before slashing out with as much force he could muster, he hoped that Nisa would forgive him for either killing a girl or dying himself.

[Attacks Luyu with Dagger]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm - 3.5]

[Anani absorbs 3 points of damage due to boots. After discarding the ones used for absorption, he puts on the spare pair from his pack.]

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Post by WT on Nov 3, 2010 21:48:34 GMT -5

Anyone who wasn’t Ember should have been able to feel the vibes of frustrated anger coming off the raggedy scarecrow she was twirling around before her. Or maybe not- maybe the scarecrow just thought so. It was, after all, made of cloth and straw and whatever else the Gamemakers had put in it, and these are not things that are particularly conductive to expressing emotion. Still, it was so furious with this girl- couldn’t any of them tell? Why weren’t a single one of the other humans doing something about this moron? They were fighting amongst themselves, leaving him stuck with this- this- he didn’t even know what nouns would be appropriate here.

At least the fighting got her away from him- eventually.

Really, were all humans this stupid?

Ah, well. It would just be that much easier to kill them if he was angry. He just had to wait for the others... if they would ever get here. Wasn’t it time? Or had his perceptions of the sun’s movement been thrown off by all that spinning and being flung up and down?

No, he was right! There they were. The line of scarecrows had finally appeared, advancing slowly but steadily from the south. It was hard to tell how they moved; they just had wooden poles rather than legs, so they couldn’t exactly be walking, but the motion seemed far too rough and erratic to be any kind of glide. Whatever was going on, though, was hidden by the tall grain, so the mystery would remain exactly that. In an case, the mechanics of movement didn’t matter nearly as much as the numbers

When they had gotten just a few yards away from the tributes, the line stopped. Six or seven rows deep, it stretched out quite a ways in each direction; if one bothered to look far off, they might be able to see the suggestion of an end, but nothing definitive.

The scarecrows weren’t important, though- not yet. The scarecrow who had inadvertently been named Hatches didn’t see them at first, and almost panicked, but relaxed when one of the black shapes winged across the sun for a moment before wheeling down. The scarecrows had had to go to unfamiliar territory, but the Snatchers had arrived.

[OOC- I know you guys wanted a few rounds for character interaction, but this show has to hit the road. I'd've posted sooner, but life is trying to eat my soul and NaNo is trying to eat my writing hours. Also for those reasons, this isn't my best; it's panicked and rushed. My apologies.

There are four Snatchers, one for each tribute. You all have one chance to kill them (they have five points) before they try to snatch.]

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Post by cameron on Nov 3, 2010 22:40:49 GMT -5

Filler, cause of life and stuff.

Attacks Crow.
[dice=200+1000]
Shallow, not enough damage. Hooray.

Luyu turns away from the birds. Gr. They were too quick for her sword. So she'd burn them

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Post by [Ree]craft on Nov 4, 2010 12:11:18 GMT -5

Ember Milan

I have no time. I can't stop to actually write a real post, and I just want to get this over with anyway, so I won't put much effort into the post. I was so confused, I didn't know what would happen when if I didn't kill the snatchers would that mean I'd die? ~~hint hint...~~ I just didn't know...

Attacks Snatcher
[dice=200+2000]
Deep gash on chest 9.5 + 1.0 for taking blades = 10.5

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Post by Kevin on Nov 7, 2010 11:47:40 GMT -5

[peeks out to look at attack]

[Attacks Snatcher]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Neck - 4.0]
[Offers berries from backpack as sacrifice xD]

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Post by WT on Nov 10, 2010 22:33:44 GMT -5

((OOC- Filler because ~~everyone else is doing it~~ school are my life, NaNoWriMo ate my soul, and the Snatchers munched up the leftovers.))

Two Snatchers fall from the sky, hitting the ground with sickening crunches. Tiny piles of feathers burst into the air as though they long for it, but even they slowly sink to the ground, unable to survive without a breathing structure to carry them.

The other two birds are, understandably, pretty hacked off. In fact, between the death and their own wounds, they're angry enough to ignore the berries offered up and head in for the tributes and their supplies.

((Snatcher attacks Luyu))
[dice=14]
[Steal]

((Snatcher attacks Anani))
[dice=14]
[Asphyxiated]

The scarecrows watch on, silent and eerie, witnesses and jury in one.

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Post by aya on Nov 11, 2010 21:05:57 GMT -5

Asphyxiation Resolution: The result of the asphyxiation and the fate of Anani will be determined as follows:

Kevin will make a certain number of posts in a row, each containing a single ten-sided die. His objective will be to roll a number higher than 5 (6, 7, 8, 9, 10) on at least three separate occasions. For every number less than or equal to five (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) there will be ten points added to Anani's damage score.

There is no need for there to be any IC-RP Content in the posts, and this is, in fact, discouraged. Kevin ought to simply post as many times as needed before he can successfully free himself (or to where it seems he is thoroughly dead)