The Bloodbath

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MY SHIT IS TOGETHER - Shy Aubergine

The Bloodbath Feb 27, 2011 22:36:18 GMT -5

Post by cameron on Feb 27, 2011 22:36:18 GMT -5

ooo
Others conquered love, but I ran
I sat in my room and I drew up a plan
ooo
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Winona Kirby would have made a horrible doctor. As she pushed past the girl, scooping up her pike as she ran, the blonde noticed another dead Tribute laying on the red-streaked grass. This Tribute, however, had suffered a much quicker death than the other body. The female's neck gaped open, an obvious wound from a knife. With a quick glance behind her, she noticed there were two girls holding knives that could have been the culprit of the death. One of them was in a fight with a foreign looking boy, while the other girl was the one Winona had pushed past.

It must have been her.

How could someone have just ended a life like that? Did it mean that little to her? How could she even stand right now? Winona knew that if she was to survive to the end, she'd either have to kill or be obscenely lucky. She was hoping for the latter, because the thought of blood was still one to induce a headache on the Tribute. Yes, the blonde had picked up the pike; but the spear was mainly a defensive mechanism if anything. Maybe even just to intimidate others. She had never used it to deliver pain. But would she have to now?

Unfortunately, she didn't have enough time to sit there in contemplate. Soon enough someone would be charging at her, knife in hand, ready to end her life in one quick slice. And that was far from Winona's agenda. The girl, still quite nervous about attacking someone, had no choice. She ran forward, stabbing the pike into the girl who apparently had killed the one with the slit throat.
[Attacks Ana, spear]
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-Deep Gash on Back, 8.5-

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Last Edit: Mar 2, 2011 23:34:11 GMT -5 by cameron

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The Bloodbath Feb 27, 2011 22:38:25 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Feb 27, 2011 22:38:25 GMT -5

Part of Soren wanted to apologize to the girl who now had a broken foot. But that part hadn't experienced the pain that kept happening on his body. But it would get used to it eventually. Pain would definately be felt by the boy from District 12. He would know it like the back of his hand, fearing it yet embracing it. And welcoming it upon others.
The boy with the axe was then attacked, allowing Soren enough time to line up his staff with the girl who had the broken foot. She was his target now. Anastasia would be his first enemy in life. And it bothered him, you might ask? No. He felt happy as he swung the staff.

[[Anastasia ; Club]]
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Last Edit: Feb 27, 2011 22:46:27 GMT -5 by ∂αмєη

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The Bloodbath Feb 27, 2011 22:44:19 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Feb 27, 2011 22:44:19 GMT -5

Pain.

Ana Fortescue had never truly felt pain before this. Sure, she had the occasional cut and scratch, bruises and such, but never before had she really felt the excruciating agony of having your foot horribly disfigured. As soon as she heard the crack of his appendage, she howled in pain, crumpling to the floor. Tears streaked out of her eyes as she grapsed her foot, staring at it blindly. How... Why...? She couldn't think straight. Instead, she recalled how her instructor had broken her leg in her prime, never being able to fully dance the same way again.

"You be careful of where you walk, Ana. You don't want to end up like me - a cripple for the rest of your life."

"No..." She whispered, "Not this... Goddammit it HURTS like hell." She struggled to get up, whimpering under her breath. Dancing... That had been the only thing that had kept her stable all these years, and it was... Gone. Blown away just like the rest of her life. Never did she imagine that by participating in the games... She wouldn't be able to dance anymore. Of course, it was a stupid thought, but somehow Ana believed that she'd be able to dance again, whether in battle, or... Or something.

And Soren Ryder had smashed that fantasy to smithereens, literally. Managing to stand up (on one leg, mind you), she leaned a bit on Storm, her switchblade no longer out and ready to fight. Silently, she closed both her eyes, and the blade, slipping the weapon into her already soaked pocket. Another tear slipped out of her eyes before they opened, fire burning in them.

"You'll pay for that, Soren. Fucking pay." And with that, she turned to her ally, and pleaded for him to get her out of there.

Last Edit: Feb 27, 2011 22:46:58 GMT -5 by shrimp

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The Bloodbath Feb 27, 2011 22:48:21 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Feb 27, 2011 22:48:21 GMT -5

The tall boy ignored the sharp cut across his cheek as he turned towards Ana. The cut was shallow anyway and the pain was fleeting enough for Storm to wave it away. Under any other circumstances, he would have tend to the wound immediately, but there was Ana. And at that moment, she was the highest priority. Already she had been struck enough that Storm had to go help her. The only problem was…where was Heron?

Storm sprinted as fast as he could but it was not enough before Ana was attacked twice. While Storm would have preferred attacking the opponents, he knew he had to get her to safety and find Heron. His lungs burning, he willed his legs to move faster. I have to get her! Dammit, legs, don’t fail on me know. After a few more paces, he finally reached her.

“C’mon, let’s get going.” He put the axe in his bag and with a burst of strength, he grabbed her under the knees and supported her back. “Hold on tight.” It was good to know that all those years of having to hold his younger sisters would give him practice for this. Ana was not the lightest feather in the world, but she had a reasonable enough weight. As long as she could hang on, Storm would be able to get her to safety. Willing himself to move his legs again, Storm took off in another direction, anywhere away from the obvious alliance.

[Storm and Ana have left the ~~building~~ Bloodbath.]

Last Edit: Feb 28, 2011 2:25:03 GMT -5 by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ

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The Bloodbath Feb 27, 2011 22:54:50 GMT -5

Post by Nervoux on Feb 27, 2011 22:54:50 GMT -5

Zuka glanced around quickly, the voices in her head telling her to keep going. Keep killing, and not to give up. Images were flashing before her mind, flash-backs of killing her mother. It was torture, and she would most-likely go insane if she stayed any longer. Well, atleast, more insane than she already was.

The blood of Enigma and the other tributes she had attacked were still covering her, filling her nostrils with the stench. Most people would hate the smell, and long to get away from it... but it was wonderful for Zuka. It brought back great but haunting memories, though she preferred to not relive those moments in the middle of a bloodbath.

Slinging her satchel back over her shoulder, she glanced around, getting ready to run. Her thigh burned, and the voices were making everything else barely audible. Tears were actually streaming down her eyes. Tears, such a weird thing for the heartless Zuka. She quickly lifted her hand, wiping away the tears quickly, only to find more of the red liquid on her face.

She needed to get out, needed to leave before she would collapse. The voices were cursing louder than ever, she could still hear her mother's screams from that night so long ago, and she could hear the fighting surrounding her. Leaving was definatly the best option at the moment since she was so unstable.

"Go Zuka, now" she urged herself, taking off at a sprint, though it was slower than normal from her thigh. She took in a sharp breath, her eyes narrowing into slits as she pushed herself faster. Each step sent pain searing through her leg, but she knew it was probably nothing compared to the wounds other tributes must have gotten.

Damn it Zuka! You're such an idiot, there were so many people to kill back there, and you just leave?! Just because of this, I am never shutting up. You think I've been annoying lately? Well just get ready, this is only the beginning

[Zuka has left the Bloodbath]

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The Bloodbath Feb 27, 2011 23:06:02 GMT -5

Post by Jasik on Feb 27, 2011 23:06:02 GMT -5

~ SNIP BYSHO ~

For a while, Snip was immobilized on his plate as he stared in horror at the tributes already proceeding to attack each other. It was like the nightmares he'd been forced to endure for these past few nights: tributes swinging fists and weapons around, tributes falling and remaining motionless on the ground, blood splashing onto the ground and coating the bodies that already lay there. It was horrible. It was despicable. It was terrifying. The Hunger Games had begun.

By the time Snip stepped off his plate, most of the action had already ended. Most everyone was either dead or gone, besides a few who still remained fighting. Snip's allies were among them.

First and foremost, Snip had to get a weapon. He would be useless to his allies if he couldn't arm himself. His eyes swept the area, but everything had been taken by the tributes that were already gone, leaving only the Cornucopia to be picked at. Luckily, it was still brimming with weaponry and gear, but it was far away. If Snip were to sprint in to get it, he'd be completely prone to attack from possibly concealed tributes. But at this point, only Winona and Soren stood in the field, gripping their weapons and sweeping their gazes about in search of more opponents.

Only a few tributes remained at their plates, but they didn't seem to interested now that there were armed enemies lying in wait nearby. But since Snip couldn't risk his own death because it could very well end up being the deaths of his allies, he jogged only a few feet away from his plate and approached Soren. You alright? he asked, still scanning the area for a weapon.

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The Bloodbath Feb 28, 2011 13:14:36 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Feb 28, 2011 13:14:36 GMT -5

S O R E N x D R A G A N x R Y D E R

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The staff came down, bruising the girl's foot. As if breaking and bruising it wasn't enough, the boy felt the dark feeling inside again, willing him on to wind back with the staff. But the girl looked pleadingly at the boy with the axe, Anastasia looking the weakest she ever was. And Soren knew that she had enough, that anything else could have seriously hurt her or possibly killed her. And the boy just grabbed her and helped her away, leaving Soren with just a few others. He took a quick look around, snatching a small satchel from the ground right below him. There were only a few left, about five, three without counting the District Four tributes. That's right. Something needs to be done about them. He thought, the dark feeling trying to nudge it's way into his mind. You don't need them. You can kill them. You can take the step and swing that staff Soren. Let the Games truly begin.

He tightened his grip on the staff, ready to swing, but that's when he saw the boy come up. His hair was colored white, something that isn't commonly seen in District Twelve, his eyes watching carefully. "You alright?" He asked, the words seeming to have an effect on the dark feelings inside Soren. They pushed away, disappearing, leaving Soren to decide on his fate. His grip loosened on the staff. He could trust these two, no matter what. "I'll be alright. Just a few scratches, that's all. How about you? And Winona?" He looked behind Snip to take a look at the girl. The girl was beautiful and she seemed caring and compassionate, something Soren obviously liked. And he was suddenly thinking of Sammie, her smooth face now embedded in his mind.

"Grab some more stuff if you have free hands or a backpack. Then let's get out of here before they send something in." I mutter, eying up the other tributes who were still on their plates. They would have to be dealt with, I'm sure. And you can do it Soren. You can kill. Wrapping the satchel's strap around him, he opened up the top so he could easily access it. The Games had begun, that's for sure. And despite all the hype about it, Soren didn't feel like it was all that hard. But that's because the pain hadn't arrived, the deaths weren't numerous. Soren was just beginning the adventure, and there was no end in sight, unless it was the end in a wooden casket.

soren's inventory;

•quaterstaff [weapon ; blunt]
•satchel
•uniform [wearing]
--black short sleeved t-shirt
--dark purple hooded sweatshirt
--khaki cargo pants
--black wool socks
--black leather belt
--black running shoes

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Last Edit: Feb 28, 2011 16:52:16 GMT -5 by ∂αмєη

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Jasik District Mayor [M:-3775] 792 POSTS last seen Mar 6, 2020 17:24:40 GMT -5 When in doubt, just flail about	The Bloodbath Mar 2, 2011 18:21:05 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Jasik on Mar 2, 2011 18:21:05 GMT -5 ooc; So have we gotten the Wealth or do we have to wait longer?

aya Administrator 6,261 POSTS last seen Sept 15, 2024 22:06:23 GMT -5 "GUNNERRRRR~"	The Bloodbath Mar 2, 2011 22:31:00 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by aya on Mar 2, 2011 22:31:00 GMT -5 Wait until I say; there are still a few tributes left. [/blockquote]
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No battle plans survive meeting with the enemy.

The Bloodbath Mar 2, 2011 23:19:25 GMT -5

Post by BeyondSaving on Mar 2, 2011 23:19:25 GMT -5

Call no man happy till he is dead.
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Hayden Devitko

I arose. In my pod. Staring blankly.
Yes, I was frightened. I had adrenaline pumping through every inch of my weak little body and veins. I was frightened. No denying it. It wasn't from dying, it wasn't of blood, it wasn't of the Capitol. It was of living, what could be done, what I could have accomplished. What I was attributing to.

My eyes grew wide. It was hot, it was dry, and everyone was ready to fight. Everyone. A drop of sweat, a warm, yet cold, scary drop of salty dew, ran down from the crease of my arm to below my elbow, falling from my hand. The ticks, the twitches, they were coming back. My reaction time wasn't going to be good enough, wouldn't be fast enough. Halted, fearful of what I was missing at home, of my family.

....I..was..going..to......die. My lips moved.

Everything, was blurry. Hell, God dammit. Screw everything. This was hell.

The sound. The numbers. It was time, there was nothing he could do, nothing at all, but pray and hope for dear life that someone would have pity on him. He was new, he was nothing and he was going into an unknown unprepared world that he was not ready for.

There it was off, the games had begun, and he was screwed..

shit. I need to stop.I'm panicking. Right foot to the ground. There we go, followed by a left foot. Where am I? Where am I to go?

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ooc: sorry it took so long guys, and sorry my post is a bit screwy, my stupid internet set me behind.

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The Bloodbath Mar 2, 2011 23:32:03 GMT -5

Post by cameron on Mar 2, 2011 23:32:03 GMT -5

ooo
but plans can fall through as so often they do
and time is against me now
ooo
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With one clean strike, Winona's weapon entered the killer's flesh. A gag was heard from the blonde's mouth and her face contorted in pure disgust. She didn't like this one bit. Sadly, it was necessary to her survival. And her survival was currently all she was concerned about.

The blood had made her woozy, and a few steps were taken as she stumbled to and fro. Winona didn't know what she wanted, really. Did she want to live? Was it that important? A voice inside her head was telling her that there was no reason to live. She wasn't loved, and she'd probably die soon anyway. Her uncle always told her that if they could afford a doctor he'd have her checked for diseases, but the day never came for that to happen. It was possible that at this very point in time, Winona Kirby was suffering from gonorrhea or some other horrid infection. So, really, why was she trying?

Her parents. They could still be out there. For all she knew, they might be watching her on the screens somewhere. Maybe they were pulling for her to survive, too. A smile crept across her face and she didn't even notice her competition fleeing from the scene. But that's okay. She was happy, and that rarely happened—even if her happiness was merely a lie she conjured in her head. It happened.

And then her District Partner, Chop or something, was speaking, and so was the male from the last District. Apparently they were some sort of alliance now; Winona wasn't so sure what she was doing exactly, other than trying to survive. Chop wasn't the type the blonde would bed, but the other male—the one who was smiling creepily at her as if she was happily married to him—was definitely worthy of her sex. Heh, maybe she could be loved out here in this wasteland after all.

But of course, that wouldn't last; it never did. And so, she grinned back at the man before turning around to face more competition, more obstacles in the way of her survival. Another girl was there, but soon, Winona hoped, that girl would be gone. Running forward, she stabbed with her pike once more.

[Attacks Hayden (spear)]
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-Deep Gash on Right Calf, 8.0-

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Last Edit: Mar 2, 2011 23:33:01 GMT -5 by cameron

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The Bloodbath Mar 2, 2011 23:32:09 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Mar 2, 2011 23:32:09 GMT -5

There wasn't much commotion around the big golden horn for the boy and the District Four tributes. The only ones who remained were either too afraid or just frozen for some reason. Soren began kicking things around, searching for a weapon that was better than the wooden staff which he held. But the only thing nearby was stuck in the hands of a dead boy. And then something flickered in the corner of his eye, movement from a
male tribute. Holding his staff straight out, he went to hit the tribute.

[[Hayden ; Staff-Thing]]
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The Bloodbath Mar 3, 2011 8:00:15 GMT -5

Post by Jasik on Mar 3, 2011 8:00:15 GMT -5

~ SNIP BYSHO ~

Snip had just opened his mouth to reply that he was fine when he noticed Soren tense up, his eyes locked on something behind Snip. Reflexively Snip spun around, his eyes landing on another tribute. It was one of the late starters, one of the ones who'd remained frozen on his plate while other sprinted about and swung their fists and weapons. It looked like some more of that was going to go down.

Winona lashed out first, her spear digging into the boy's leg. Soren followed up by clubbing the boy with his staff thing. For a moment Snip considered just letting his allies take care of it, when he remembered that the entire point of him surviving any longer was to offer them assistance. What kind of ally would he be if he couldn't even contribute to a fight? So after taking a few faltering steps, Snip regained his composure and sprinted forward and swung his fist at the boy.

{Hayden | Unarmed}
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{Claimed: Hatchet}

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Last Edit: Mar 3, 2011 19:19:13 GMT -5 by Jasik

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The Bloodbath Mar 3, 2011 19:23:11 GMT -5

Post by BeyondSaving on Mar 3, 2011 19:23:11 GMT -5

Call no man happy till he is dead.
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Hayden Devitko

Hayden was fighting for his life here, he had already had considerable damage. As the girl came at him, he felt a fire in his leg, and it buckled. With that falter of weakness, there came another blow, from some stick thing. He was going to die.

What had he been thinking? Why was there hope? He looked and saw that everyone had quickly joined together, he was alone. He was a frail pup among a pack of wolves. He was meat, and soon his blood and tears will stain the floor of the Cornucopia. There was no way he could take them all on. Ready to flee, and trembling, and praying to God for mercy, he saw his first weapon, the axe, laying nearby. Disadvantages abound and no help whatsoever. Free for all. Blood. Hatred and anger. This was not a place for talking. He could taste the salt on the top of his lip gathering from sweat. The hot dry air killing him. He had to make a sprawl for that weapon, or he was wasted, useless, and wouldn't be able to make it through the games any other way. Spring for it or die trying.

Coming towards the hatchet he prayed. Please oh Please Lord, let me find strength, let me get out of this. Let the underdog win for once. Let there be an upset, let me come back with food for my family and all those poor children. Please oh please". He knew it, he was a pussy, a sissy, a coward. Whatever anyone had wanted to be, he was, just let him live.He had nothing, his training score was low, he had no sponsor and his mentor helped him none.

He didn't want to hurt anyone, but he wanted to frighten them, throw them off guard, and get out of there. He ran to the pretty one, the one he already feared, the one who struck first, and swung at her, knocking her to the ground with time to grab his axe. In a moment he would flee....

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Last Edit: Mar 3, 2011 19:26:08 GMT -5 by BeyondSaving

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The Bloodbath Mar 3, 2011 19:37:05 GMT -5

Post by cameron on Mar 3, 2011 19:37:05 GMT -5

ooo
Who and what to blame?
anything is hard to find
when you will not open your eyes.
ooo
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In seconds, she was on the ground with a sharp pain flying up from her tail. With a grimace on her face, Winona Kirby pushed herself up off the ground, keeping a hand on her rear. Just a simple push had caused her a great deal of misery. The blonde had never been good with afflictions, though, unless it involved sex. Excluding that, however, she was one of those children who cried over small scrapes on the playground. Yes, the Tribute had come a long way since those early years, but she still clung to some of her younger roots; and, unluckily for her, Winona was still hurt very easily.

"You..." Winona muttered. Truth be told, she hadn't paid much attention to anyone's names in the Capital. All she thought about while there was sex.

Speaking of which, that Soren kid was looking more and more hungry by the minute, and it was really turning her on. Gosh, how were men such attractive creatures? The way they walked, the perfect form of their bodies, and the way they peered into her heart through her eyes was all so endearing to the Tribute. Yes, maybe 'looking into someone's heart' is rather corny, but that's the only way she could explain it. In all honesty, they probably didn't see past her cornea, but to her eyes were so beautiful and all-seeing.

But the boy in front of her didn't seem to want to stare into her heart, and that was not the kind of boy she enjoyed. So, with another strike of her pointy pike, she attacked.

[Attacks Hayden (with spear)]
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