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Post by plantix on Jul 14, 2011 23:10:24 GMT -5

I cry with Alikia in my arms, my tears reach down my cheek and fall, landing on Alikia’s cheek. Her blood is starting to leak on to my cloths. Holding her in my arms and not being able to do anything scares me and causes these tears to fall. I’m not thinking of the people in Panem watching this and seeing how weak and pathetic I am right now. My attention is on this form of innocence known as Alikia.

When I look into her eyes, they flutter gently like a butterfly’s wings. She raises a shaky hand to wipe the tears off, but a single bead escapes from each eye, replacing the many drops that were racing each other. In my mind, I think of how much effort it must have taken to raise her hand to my face. She takes a breath and I widen my eyes because it all looks to painful.

"Dice..." Ali whispers quietly. I gasp and mentally tell her not to speak in hopes of it letting her live.

"D...don't cry Dice....please....I..d..don't want to remember ....you....as...a..crying......It will b...be....okay..." Alikia says stuttering between words. ‘Please don’t talk like that.’ I say in my mind thinking it will make a difference. Her body seems to be getting colder, so I holder hold her closer.

And a thousand words
One thousand embraces
Will cradle you
Making all of your weary days seem far away
They'll hold you forever

She manages a smile before muttering “Win for me...Dice.....I know you...can...." I can’t help it, drops of tears come running down towards Alikia. She suddenly gasps for air and I make a short scream. When I watch as her crystal green eyes turn into lifeless orbs, I tremble at the sight of what I hold dear being taken away from my arms. Me living seems is worse than her dying right now. Inside my mind I beg death to spare her and take me as a sacrifice.

"Please Alikia...No...Don't go...Please?.."I ask her to stay strong. My begging is answered with a cannon fire for Alikia. I scream into her corpse before holding in my anger and sadness. It’s futile though; I keep whimpering and sobbing for my friend. I take a deep breath to calm myself down, before closing her beautiful, lifeless eyes. The need to comfort her is illogical now since she cannot be comforted, but I can’t let go. I need to do something for Alikia first, to make myself motivated…

I take a look at my bracelet and hold one of its beads before ripping one right off of the lace. The lace is still undamaged, but the hole that connected the dicentra bead is broken. I place it in her hand and close it before giving her a kiss on her forehead. Letting go, I place her delicately on the ground and put her hands to her chest with that bead in her hand. Since it’s a dicentra I’ll always be with her. Another name for dicentra, is bleeding heart because its flower looks like its name. That bead symbolizes to much right now…

I look up to her killers and give them a menacing look to go away immediately. I’m going to regret that act of mercy later, but right now I want Ali’s body to be safe. A helicopter is supposed to come down for her body but I won’t leave until her murderers do. I continue to glare at them, hoping it would give that signal.

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Leaving Sanity behind Jul 15, 2011 14:59:46 GMT -5

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Post by Rosetta on Jul 15, 2011 14:59:46 GMT -5

Lethe Turner

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As soon as Anya told her that she’d finish it, Lethe’s eyes closed. She didn’t want to see it. No, not at all. She didn’t want to hear the whispered prayer coming off of Anya’s lips, nor hear the blow nor the thump that followed. She didn’t want to hear the cries, nor the begging. She just wanted it to be over….

When she was a child, her father had to put a horse down. Now, Lethe had had experience with that. She still did…well, before she was Reaped. Lethe’s heart suddenly ached for Susie, her prized horse…but, it wasn’t Susie that had been put down when she was five years old, no Susie died just weeks ago present time, this was Susie’s mother, Angelica. Another woman in the stable, who went by the name of Talia, had never seen a horse die. In fact, the air-headed woman thought everything to live forever, and couldn’t even understand the dead flies that littered the stable floor, the flowers that withered in pots. Angelica was aging, worn out from cantering around, worn out from bearing children, just plain worn out. She was sick too. A sick horse would not do. A sick horse had to go.

Lethe’s father was a good man and they all knew it. A kinder Peacekeeper, by the name of Clef, allowed Lethe’s father to use his gun himself-under his supervision of course. Lethe wasn’t supposed to watch. She stuck into the stables and peered out from behind some hay. Her heart was racing, but she had to see it. Clef and her father stood over Angelica while Talia wept in the corner. They spoke in low voices and shook their heads. Lethe remembered them kneeling down, remembered her father loading the gun, and then Talia’s strangled scream. She flung herself onto Angelica, pleading for it not to happen. Lethe understood…she’d been the same way when Susie had died. Still, ever since that experience, ever since watching Clef drag Talia off of the horse, every syllable of begging pierced Lethe’s ears most horrible. Like nails on a chalkboard, she simply couldn’t hear it.

So, Lethe held her hands tight over her ears until the pleading died away. Then, she lowered her hands and opened her eyes. Anya lay nearby, splattered with blood, breathing shallowly. Lethe spied her broken foot and hastily looked away. But, looking away found the boy, still over that girl’s body. His look was hard and clearly said keep away. But, Lethe’s tongue was dry, she couldn’t take it. Water was nearby, an entire pool of it, the clear sky reflecting off of it. Lethe and Anya had four water jugs in between them. Lethe could fill it up. Her want beat out her safety. Slowly, eyes on the boy, she crept to Anya’s bag, got the jugs and retrieved her own.

“We don’t want to fight you,” Lethe said, quietly, her voice slow. She tried to keep the note of fear out of it, fear that he’d lash out, and his rage would be the death of her or Anya. “I just want some water. Let me get some water.” Her tone was kind, but commanding and Lethe found she liked the control. She just hoped it would last…She bent down next to Anya on the pretext of checking her foot, but she quickly whispered to the girl, “He tries anything, we kill him. Got it?” Then, she stood, walked to the water and knelt at the clear surface and dipped her hands in, hastily washing the blood off of her face. The trickle of cool water down her neck took the heat from her body and she sighed in relief. She then filled each jug. They now had a lot of water in between them and if Saskia-

The sudden thought of the girl made Lethe gasp aloud. They left Saskia behind! They had to find her as soon as possible, but Lethe knew they couldn’t discuss this now. Not in present company…Still filled to the brim with guilt and worry, she hastily went back to Anya, examining her foot again and keeping an eye on the boy. Lethe would have to carry her, although Lethe was slightly smaller than her. She swallowed hard and caught sight of a medicinal herb to her right. A whole patch of them, actually. She plucked some up and held them out to Anya. “Eat them now,” she instructed, chewing on her own, “it’ll make you feel better.”

Lethe didn’t want to look at the other girl’s dead body, knowing she’d help to cause it, but her eyes strayed there. There was blood…so much blood…her death hadn’t been pleasant at all. Oh gosh…something else caught Lethe’s eye. The girl’s crossbow. Her eyes widened. The unforgiving prospect of taking it from the dead girl welled up in her mind…could she do it? Not now, surely, with her ally so close…but…then again…“Anya,” she whispered again, so close to her ally, her lips nearly touched her ear, “her crossbow is right there…right there!”[/blockquote][/color][/size]

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Leaving Sanity behind Jul 15, 2011 18:25:16 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 18:25:16 GMT -5

Noelle Pines

Noelle ran as fast as she could, away from the Cornucopia. At first, it had sickened her: the dead bodies, the clanging of weapons, and all else that had only marked insanity. Yet, she couldn’t help but look back. If she had given herself more time, she could have come out with so much more. Lust was winding through her veins, slowly creeping into her mind. It had only taken several minutes, to change her view on everything. Several minutes ago, she had convinced herself that she would rather die than kill; several minutes ago, she had told herself that only a strong person accepted their own death; several minutes ago, she had figured she would always remember her true goal in these games. Yet, here she was, watching reality blur the lines between right and wrong.

She couldn’t even look down at her own shadow anymore without wondering who she was supposed to be in these games. She had expected to feel guilt after attacking other tributes at the Cornucopia, and at first, she had. Although, now, she felt as though there was an odd, abnormal feeling, lingering and growing inside of her. Was it triumph? She figured not, considering the only thing she had achieved was swinging a sword in random directions. Was it cruelty? She did not think of cruelty as a possibility; she was only doing what she had to do.

It was thirst. Thirst to win, thirst to live, thirst to…kill.

The feeling was still small, and still quite unnoticed, but Noelle could feel it growing, like a soft simple melody slowly occupying her mind. She couldn’t help but wonder: had Ruby known what it felt like? Had she been faced with the same problem: that devilish voice telling her to go for the kill and get it over with? Thinking about Ruby was useless; she was dead and gone, bearing the fate that Noelle knew, she was also doomed to face. Noelle kept running, trying to keep herself balanced, as she pulled herself forward with each step. She hated the fact that running kept her thinking; it kept her mind vulnerable to conflict, until extreme amounts of worry crept in. Noelle glanced back at the Bloodbath once more, small in the distance, though visible. Tributes were still fighting, attacking madly. Noelle was surprised she had even been able to survive it. She had already heard three canons. If she only waited, she knew she’d end up hearing more.

Noelle finally became conscious of the wet ground beneath her feet. Her surroundings told her she was in one of the arena’s many environments: what seemed to be a marsh. Noelle wiped away the sweat running down her forehead, as the heat began to kick in. She needed a rest; the running was wearing her out. She stopped, and bent over, low, right near the edge of some water, trying to keep the strength from leaving her legs. She quickly scooped up a bit of the murky water and splashed it over her face. The water was warm and quite a bit disgusting, but soothing enough for Noelle. She opened her eyes a bit wider, suddenly more attentive. She didn’t want to drink this marsh water yet. She wasn’t thirsty enough, considering she had no way to purify it at that moment.

So Noelle decided to keep moving, slower though, at about a walking pace. She gripped her longsword in her left hand, her eyes attentively searching her surroundings. The next moment, Noelle heard the canon boom. At first, she leaped a few inches instinctively, though she quickly settled down. The canon startled her every time she heard it. It was the same thing she heard when she had watched Ruby die on television; she had heard it again, when Carex had died. Soon, Noelle knew, it would mark her as dead, just like the others. She knew it was only a matter of time…

But hearing the canon was a good sign, wasn’t it? With one more person dead, Noelle was closer to winning, right? Though, she couldn’t help fearing who the canon had been meant to acknowledge. What if it was Dice: the boy who she had met earlier, in the training center? What if it was her district partner? For sure, Noelle knew it couldn’t have been a Career. The Careers were probably ruling the Cornucopia by now, killing off everyone else. They were the biggest threat in these games. By the end of the bloodbath, they would have everything left at the Cornucopia. Once again, it was only a matter of time…

Noelle’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of raised voices close by. She couldn’t make out any of the words, but she knew they were near. She started moving a little faster, towards the voices, ducking low enough to conceal herself behind patches of tall grass. She took a peek and spotted the tributes, several yards away; her eyes scanned the group: four people. Suddenly, she recognized one of the faces; it was Dice, the boy she had wanted as an ally from the start! He was holding onto a girl, whom Noelle recognized as his district partner, Alikia. From one look at Alikia’s face, Noelle knew she was dead. Noelle bit her lip, finally putting the pieces together. Although she had never actually met Alikia, she had been Dice’s ally, and Noelle couldn’t help but remember the charm she had spotted in Dice’s eyes, the need for his company that had consumed her.

Noelle had a choice: sneak away, unnoticed, or defend Alikia and earn Dice’s trust. She couldn’t help but feel the dying need for action, coursing through her veins. Even knowing the amount of guilt she would end up feeling, she wanted this fight. She wanted to defend Alikia, for Dice. What if Dice was their next target? She needed to help him, if she wanted his trust.

Noelle watched as the two girls, who had obviously been Alikia’s killers, whispered to each other, staring at Alikia’s crossbow, ready to snatch it. Quickly, Noelle stood up fully, taking a step towards the scene, over a bit of the tall grass she had been hiding behind. “Stop…” she said, a cold, unfamiliar glare in her eyes. She held her longsword confidently out in front of her, as though daring them to attack her. She didn't know why she had so much confidence; these tributes were older, and probably wiser, than her. “You killed Ali. It doesn't end there...” Noelle said. Her eyes flickered swiftly to Dice, and she got a quick glance at that familiar charm in his own eyes; she hoped he would help. Noelle was making a rash decision. Maybe these tributes would run away before she could fight them…either way, she at least needed to get to Dice. If they ended up fighting long or not...she still needed to get him out of here alive.

Yeah, run from your own fight. Great idea… Noelle thought, her usual tone of sarcasm echoing through her own mind.

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Leaving Sanity behind Jul 15, 2011 19:31:22 GMT -5

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Post by Matt on Jul 15, 2011 19:31:22 GMT -5

Anya Marie Crider

At first, Anya didn't even feel the crack in her foot. She felt...numb. The feeling of not feeling started in her heart, and spread throughout the rest of her dainty body. She just killed a girl...she actually just ended a life. It would definitely take a while for it to sink in. But at least Anya knew her name. Alikia. It was actually quite pretty. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

Anya shook, but the tears stopped flowing. The tribute had cried more in the past week than she had in her lifetime, she reckoned. She was always a rather tough girl, and tears hardly flowed from the eyes of the girl. But that was because she never experienced pain quite like out here. She never experienced the feeling of having someone you love more than you love yourself being cruelly taken away from you. And she certainly never experienced the achiness in her heart that took place when you took the life of another human being.

The pain caused from the break suddenly came upon Anya like a tidal wave. She howled in pain as she attempted to stand up, tears finally beginning to well up in her eyes again. She looked angrily at the boy who did this to her. "You bastard!" she shouted, teeth clenched. The anger was back, and greater than ever. It would be impossible to walk around alone like this. In an instant, Anya rolled over to where the already loaded crossbow laid, quickly picking it up and firing at the District 6 boy.

[Attacks Dicentra, Crossbow]
[dice=200+4000]
[Arrow Deep in Chest -- 9.0 damage]

The arrow lodged itself deep inside the boy's chest. "Don't ever mess with me again." Anya growled, her teeth baring and her scowl menacing. The anger raged on inside of her, anticipating his attack. And that's when Anya saw the other girl. The blonde tribute pointed the crossbow at her. "Don't come any closer!"

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Post by Lia Vacanti on Jul 15, 2011 21:10:28 GMT -5

Larae ran as fast as her shaking knees could carry her. Blood ran through her fingers as it gushed from her neck. She needed help. She needed weapons. She needed...she needed to stay alive. That was all. Living was her first priority. I shouldn't have wasted my time showing off at the Blades station during training. That was all she could think, when her very life was on the line? It was easy to second guess any decision you've ever made, but now wasn't the time.

Rae's first priority was finding someone, anyone that could administer first aid to her. Surely, someone here had taken the time to learn how to tend to wounds? Arrows whizzed past her, blades zinged in her ears. She was vulnerable and she knew it. Her limited knowledge of self-defense would have to come in to play here but, with her rapid blood loss, that seemed nearly impossible.

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Post by plantix on Jul 15, 2011 21:15:53 GMT -5

I clench my teeth and growl as I watch Alikia’s killers. The girl who delivered the final attack to Ali suddenly screamed in pain. I’m guessing it was because of the attack I did to her foot. Perhaps it was broken because that’s what my personal wrath demon truly hoped.

"You bastard!" screamed the girl with the broken foot. Her voice was filled with a similar anger to mine, like an erupting volcano, but no storm. She’s calling me that because I broke her foot. She has no reason to say that to me. ‘ I’m the victim here, not her! She killed Ali and I broke her foot!’ the voice in my head screams. I’m almost tempted to follow it, but I refrain from coming out in rage and attacking her right then and there.

“Stop…” I heard a familiar voice. When I turn my head to see who said that, there stands the district seven girl tribute, Noelle. I look into her eyes as she looks into mines. She looks like she wants to help, so I give her an approving nod to accept that help. “You killed Ali. It doesn't end there...” She continues. I admire her courage of coming out instead of hiding and watching, I’d probably die after giving them that small act of mercy of letting them go free.

My thought is interrupted by a bolt from Alikia’s crossbow. I didn’t see what happened, all I know is that there’s an arrow lodged in my chest. I gasp and freeze for a second because I think it hit something vital, but I carefully and quickly take it out to see that a lot of blood is flowing. I don’t think it hit anything vital, but it must have broken the muscle fibres. My scream of pain echo’s her’s from before. ‘She’s a dead girl’ I my mind tells me.

"Don't ever mess with me again.” She growls at me. The nerve of her! How dare she kill Alikia, take her things, attack me with Ali’s bow, and then make me the bad guy?!
"Don't come any closer!" I think she’s warning Noelle. When I look up to check, her cross bow is pointed at her.

“That tears it!” I scream at the girl with Alikia’s cross bow. I run up charging at her.

[Attacks Anya, unarmed]
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Leaving Sanity behind Jul 16, 2011 13:14:49 GMT -5

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Post by Rosetta on Jul 16, 2011 13:14:49 GMT -5

Lethe Turner

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It all happened so quickly. One moment, Lethe was checking the supplies, preparing to leave, hoping no one would attack, the next: hell had broken loose. She heard the unmistakable sound of an arrow whistling through the air, and instinctively, Lethe dropped to the ground, bent over to avoid being hit. However, she soon realized that the arrow wasn't meant for her. It wasn't meant for Anya either. In fact, Anya was the one who shot, shouting out something about messing with her. Lethe's eyebrows shot up as she scrambled to her feet. As much as she liked Anya, it seemed the Games had brought out her vicious side, and that, quite frankly, frightened Lethe.

She hastily glanced around and saw, with a sinking heart, that two other girls were approaching and Anya was already threatening them. Neither of them were Saskia and that meant they were enemies. Lethe's eyes strayed to Anya's broken foot. They couldn't fight and risk anymore injuries like that...there came a time when you had to stop.

Lethe's mother was quite the story teller. In addition to the story of fairies and happiness, both Lethe and her mother were fond of a story about a foolish man called Toby and his horse. Toby loved to brag and show off. He'd constantly be racing his horse with others, just to show how great he was. And that was the truth. He was an excellent rider. One day, another man appeared, trailing his weak, skeletal horse beside him. His appearance was a mystery to all. Still, he spoke little and always had his horse by his side. Toby received word of him, and knowing that his own horse could beat that one, challenged this man to a race. Loser gets money. The mystery man agreed.

The day of the race arrived and the townspeople gathered around to see. Toby stood near his horse, grooming her and smirking at the mystery man. The man, noticing, approached. “I must warn you,” the mystery man said, quietly, “but you cannot win. For it is impossible.” Toby shrugged him off, rolling his eyes and walked his horse to the starting line.
The race was three laps, or until one of them gave up. Toby and the mystery man readied their horses and off they went. Toby easily surged ahead of this mystery man, coming in first during the first lap…and the second…it was the third lap. Toby was far ahead…nearing the finish line…and…the finish line seemed to be getting farther and farther away the more he surged forward. The mystery man was still behind him and remained that way as Toby pushed towards the finish line. But, he could never reach it. His horse grew tired, Toby grew tired, the townspeople grew tired, and finally, Toby stopped…and gave up. The mystery man had won, although nobody was sure why. Not even Toby…and he never told anyone how the finish line never got close and gave up racing and bragging after that forevermore.
Lethe’s mother had always found the moral of that story to not brag, but Lethe saw otherwise. Sure, that was a good moral, but how about: there comes a time when you have to give up. Not exactly optimistic, but true. There comes a time when you have to look around and step down. That applied to now. Lethe looked around and realized they couldn’t go on. Not at all.

“Anya!”' she cried. “We gotta go! Now!” And with that, Lethe ran forward, scooping up the remaining arrows, taking the crossbow from Anya and stuffing it into her bag. She also grabbed the rest of Ali’s stuff. Then, with all her might, Lethe hoisted Anya into her arms. The girl was heavier than expected, and Lethe stumbled. Oh gosh…oh gosh…she thought, struggling to support Anya…what could she do?! Then, something miraculous happened. Lethe realized she could use her imagination to her advantage. She imagined that beautiful fairy before her, urging her forward. This time, she couldn’t give up. Images of that fairy leading her on, Lethe ran forward with Anya and out of sight.

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Noelle watched the two girls flee. Let them go, Noelle thought. What’s the point of going after them? What’s the point of doing anything in this arena—when the result is always the same: death? Noelle turned to look at Dice, standing there, with the wound in his chest. Still on the ground, was Alikia’s body, devoid of all life. Noelle heard the sound of a hovercraft, sounding almost distant. She turned around, not wanting to face Dice; or rather, wanting to give him and Alikia their final few seconds of privacy, before she was lifted up by the hovercraft, and taken away. Noelle stood there for a few seconds, pretending to be focused on something else.

Then, she turned back around; Alikia’s body was gone. “Dice,” Noelle said, catching the awkwardness between them. “I’ll go look for plants. You can fill up our water bottles.” She threw her empty water bottle in his direction; she wondered if she could trust him yet. What if he stole it and ran off? A water bottle wasn’t worth that much, Noelle knew. She gave him a last glance, and started straying away a bit, to find plants. She came across a patch of shrubs, with plants growing between them. She let her eyes wander over the plants, observing them the way she had been taught to, in training. She finally recognized them as safe, so she took as much as she could find and stashed them in her satchel. She wandered a bit farther, wondering if she could possibly find any herbs for healing.

She came across a patch, but quickly recognized the plants as poisonous. A few minutes later, she spotted a few herbs that she knew were meant for healing. Quickly, she stashed these in her satchel, and looked around, just for safety, before heading back in the same direction she had come. Dice was still there, thank goodness, but it was then that Noelle spotted another girl. It was then, that she remembered the other girl who had crept in during the fight. She had almost forgotten the girl had been there in the first place; though, she had seen her come in, hadn’t she?

Noelle hadn’t recognized her before, but now that she saw the girl, she knew who she was: the tribute from District 10, although Noelle had never learned the girl’s name. She seemed older than both Noelle and Dice, and was quite wounded, obviously from the bloodbath. She didn’t look like an enemy, or at least to Noelle, she did not. One thing Noelle had still failed to learn, even from being in the arena was the fact that you had to be cautious. Her trust in people was sometimes too great; she looked too much at the good side of people, and sometimes failed to see the worst side of them. So, even so, it was a risk assuming that this girl was on their side. Just because she hadn’t attacked them, didn’t mean she was an ally.

Though, the girl had been ready to help them, hadn’t she? Noelle drew her longsword just in case. She wanted to trust this girl, but she had to be sure she could. She let her eyes scan over the girl’s wounds. It looked like she was in pain: probably almost half dead. “Look,” Noelle said, keeping her longsword at her side. “If you can help us…we can help you. Otherwise, you’d better get out of here right now.” It came out colder than Noelle had meant. It was probably a result: a result from seeing an ally’s friend die, a result from watching some random tribute wound her new ally in the chest, and a result from Noelle’s ultimate beginning of losing faith in others.

Noelle finally caught the awkward silence hanging over the three of them. Noelle wondered how the girl would respond: would she join them, or would she fight them? By one look, Noelle knew the girl needed first aid; she was obviously in pain. Noelle wasn’t sure of what she wanted though: did she really want this girl to join them in the first place? Maybe she could be useful, but maybe not. Noelle quickly put a hand to her necklace. Noelle Pines, she reminded herself, The little girl who used to play at the creek…the little girl who used to give everyone a chance.

Used to…Noelle’s mind echoed, testing her own trust. She finally made up her mind: she did have to give this girl a chance. This girl had been prepared to help them in the fight, so…why not?

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Post by Lia Vacanti on Jul 18, 2011 21:33:54 GMT -5

Through the fog of pain, Larae heard a voice. It sounded distant, but she could clearly see the girl before her. “If you can help us…we can help you. Otherwise, you’d better get out of here right now,” she had said. It took a moment for the words to make any kind of sense, but finally Rae answered with what little strength she had left. “Help…please. Help me and I’ll do what I can to help you, but I have no weapons.” This girl was clearly younger than Larae, but there seemed to be no choice but to trust her. She hadn’t intended on being part of an alliance, knowing full well that it would later be ‘kill or be killed’, but what choice did she have now?

Groaning in severe pain, Rae waited either for a slow, agonizing death as she bled out, or for this girl to help her. Would this be the end? Was her mother watching her only child die? Was Mace watching? Please don’t see me like this, she thought. Don’t think of me as weak. The very idea that Mace Emberstatt could be watching her die was almost more than she could bear, but she was sure he was watching, just as the rest of Panem was.

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Post by plantix on Jul 18, 2011 21:57:17 GMT -5

“Anya! We gotta go! Now!” Alikia’s attacker cried. ‘Anya… I’ll make sure you don’t win, even if I die in the process.’ a vicious demon said in my mind. I watched as Alikia’s murderers went away with her things from the blood bash, including her crossbow. They both start to fade into the tall vegetation in the distance, and as they faded, my grudge became more eminent. I touched the area on my chest where that bolt penetrated. The pain there stings almost as bad as fire and the blood I’m losing is quickly being soaked up in the gold cloth of my shirt. It’s almost as painful as loosing Alikia to these games...

The silent hum of a helicopter is slowly becoming louder and I know that it’s here to retrieve Ali’s body. I turn to this young girls’ lifeless, yet beautiful body and kneel down next to it. Noelle, who had arrived before, gave us the grace of a moment alone before I had to surrender her to the capitols flying machine. I hold her from her shoulder one more time and kiss her forehead one last time, before laying her down with that bleeding heart bead in her hands. When I walk away from her body, I watch as the helicopter took and engulfed her, and I’m tempted to run after it, but I know that’s simply insane.

I walk back to where Noelle went and formally acknowledge her presence by saying “Hi.” I think she’s on my side and I think she wants to be allies. Since she was looking somewhere else, she turns her head to me and says “Dice,”. We stand in a few awkward seconds of these games, fully knowing that we’re supposed to kill each other, but the thought of me hurting her doesn’t cross my mind.

”I’ll go look for plants. You can fill up our water bottles.” Noelle says to me right before handing me her water bottle. I nod in response as she entrusts me with her bottle. Right now I’m in a dry spot, but beside me the ground is very damp. I continue to where the water would naturally lead to and eventually fins a source of water. The water is a disgusting yellow and brown color that’s surely infested with disease. It’ll have to do, we can just purify it later with fire… If I can make one…

As I’m filling up that last jug, I hear something like talking. For some reason, I hear Noelle speaking. She said something like ‘Help ups and we’ll help… or get out’. I’m perplexed at her words and infer that she’s talking to someone. A wave of fear grabs me and I’m suddenly afraid that another tribute is pressuring us. I look up to find that what I thought was true; Noelle was talking to another tribute.

The unusual thing about the other tribute though, is that she’s greatly wounded and that she has nothing, not even a weapon with her. She looks like she’s in no position to attack us at all. Wait. There’s something about this girl that I recognize… I can recall her as the girl tribute from district ten, but her face stands out from the rest of the tributes that I no almost nothing about. It suddenly hit’s me; when I was in the blades station with Ali, she showed skill with throwing that knife past her and to a dummies heart. I don’t know if she’s a friend or foe in this situation, and I’m hoping it’s the latter of the two.

I put the three filled up water jugs in my back pack and head on towards where the two girl tributes where talking. My whip is in my right hand just encase the girl from district ten tried to attack us.

“ Help…please. Help me and I’ll do what I can to help you, but I have no weapons.” That girl says when I arrive. She’s obviously older then the two of us; probably the older of all the tributes. I have this feeling like I should help her, even though she may not be of much help at all. I gather my thoughts and think for a moment that these two fellow tributes may be my allies in these games.

I send out the impulsive need to help her by telling Noelle “I think we should trust her… For now.” before going up for a closer look at her wounds. Right now, I’m so close to her that she could stab me very easily, but I shall test my trust in her.

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Leaving Sanity behind Jul 19, 2011 1:22:35 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2011 1:22:35 GMT -5

Noelle couldn’t help but admit that she was a bit disappointed when she heard that this girl had no weapons. Well, let’s hope she’s got some strength… Noelle thought. She sighed and lowered her longsword, the threatening look gone from her eyes. She felt quite a bit of pity for this girl, but was it enough? How could she help them? Well, Noelle had to trust her...at least for now, for the time being. She couldn't let her trust go too far though: not here. Noelle shrugged slightly to herself, and then said, “Here, let me help you. Sit down. I know first aid.” She bent down on the ground, and began to tend to the girl’s wounds. The girl had a deep gash on her neck, and had been stabbed in the back. With as much effort as Noelle could stand, she put a bit of pressure onto the wounds, trying as best as she could to stop the flow of blood. Then, she tried covering and protecting the wounds, with what she could. Though, it wasn’t extremely effective, at least it was something.

Noelle was perfectly comfortable doing it all; although she was a bit dry when it came to caring for wounds, at least the blood didn’t disgust her. In fact, it relaxed her, knowing that she was helping in some way or another. Noelle helped the girl stand up, and then quickly, she rushed to her bag. “I retrieved some herbs while I was searching for plants. These are safe, so don’t worry. They’ll help.” She gave some to both the District Ten girl and Dice, and then took her own, and stashed it back into her satchel. “I’m saving those for later, since I don’t need them now." She felt her insides tensing. It was scary thinking about the fact that she would need them in the first place. She knew that at some point or another, probably very soon, she would face injury. In fact, she was bound for death sometime or another; she knew that as a fact.

It actually felt quite comforting to Noelle, knowing that she had been the one to pick those herbs and apply first aid. She remembered when she was younger, playing “Doctor” with her siblings. She remembered pestering them all day, trying to get them to sit down so she could “feel their heartbeat” with her ear, and “test their eyesight” with her small handmade letter-sheet. The memory of it made her smile. And now here she was, no longer playing the doctor, but actually having the responsibility thrust in her hands.

Noelle sat back down on the damp ground casually, her mind still trying to keep up with everything that was going on. She needed a few moments, to just sit, to think, to stop and catch up with herself. It was getting later and later; in fact, the sun was almost setting. The first day was almost over, and somehow, miraculously, Noelle had survived with no wounds to show. She hadn’t expected to live through the bloodbath; actually, she had earlier doubted the fact that she would even step off her metal plate. Yet, she had gotten through it. It only gets harder from here, Noelle thought. She didn’t just mean physically; she knew she meant it mentally too. She remembered what she felt today: that need, that need to kill cruelly, coldly: that need to win. It was creeping at the back of her mind, slowly eating her away. She knew it would come back tomorrow; she was positive it would continue to haunt her. It was the one thing that really did frighten her in this arena. It had proved itself to her, when she had chosen her life over others, when she had physically attacked people at the bloodbath, so that she could have the advantage. Noelle had admitted weakness the moment she had made her first attack. She could’ve showed strength…if she’d let herself die. Noelle suddenly wondered what it was like for Ruby, in the games. Ruby had been faced with an arena that was almost the exact opposite of the arena Noelle was faced with. Had Ruby felt insanity creeping up on her, the same way Noelle did?

Noelle felt her body shiver, even in the extreme warmth. She glanced around to see Dice and the other girl, nearby. She still didn’t know the girl’s name…Oh well, she figured; she would ask later. Her eyes drifted to Dice. She remembered the first time she had seen him, when his eyes had caught her. Now, though…she wasn’t so sure how he felt about him. She felt confused every time she set her eyes upon him, wondering if she could trust him, wondering what he felt about her. He had been close to his district partner--Alikia, the girl who had only recently died. Thinking about him...and her...and how Noelle fit into it all, confused her even more. Better not get yourself caught up in anything, she told herself. She knew, she couldn’t get attached to anything, for anything and everything that she got attached to, would probably disappear in about a moment; in the arena, at least. She would lose everything at one point or another. She was already close enough to losing herself.

Noelle stood up, trying to clear her mind. She wanted more time to just plain think, but at the same time, she knew she had better things to do. At home, she had been more of a talker than a thinker. She used to blurt out everything she thought of, for everyone to hear. But now, the arena was changing her, causing her to be more reserved. Noelle tried to change the topic that was on her mind. She took her longsword as she stood up, wanting to keep it as close as possible. She didn’t want to lose it somehow; it was probably her most valuable thing at the moment, even though she felt extremely clumsy every time she picked it up. “Hey Dice,” she said, “Maybe we should trade, your whip for my longsword. You’re probably better with it than I am. I feel a bit too clumsy every time I use it.” She glanced at the District Ten girl, feeling a bit awkward, considering she had no weapon at all. Though, Noelle held out her longsword to Dice. “Sound alright?”