Tomb Raiders [Montezuma's Revenge vs. 2 Lizards]

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Tomb Raiders [Montezuma's Revenge vs. 2 Lizards] Feb 10, 2013 14:03:59 GMT -5

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Post by Spesh on Feb 10, 2013 14:03:59 GMT -5

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I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
This is f***ing awesome

It's time to run now. Not time to stand tall and be strong, not time to prove my manhood. It's time for me to disappear and hide, run away with my tail between my legs. Even though I'm probably going to die anyways because of the poison, there is no need for me to throw my life away. No need to bring that despair unto my parents just yet. I don't need to end up like the monster Benat killed, with its friend upset - if mutts can even feel upset - over it. Would anyone even care that I died? Surely the people who sponsored me will, but not because I'm dead. To them, it's all about the money. To be honest, I can't blame them for that. It's inhumane, but it's how they grew up.

And isn't it just unfair? Isn't it just unfair that to the people betting think I'm no more than a horse running a race? Of course it's unfair. (Just because their ancestors are from those mountains and mine are from the District Five shouldn't mean shit.) But it does. It means everything. It's the only reason that I'm in the Hunger Games fighting for my life while they're pampered like Kings and Queens. They have no more royal blood than I do; in fact, they probably have less. Even if they have royal blood, it's been tarnished by sixty-three Annual Hunger Games. If anything, they're just serfs and I am the king. But it isn't that simple William; and I know it isn't that simple.

But it should be that simple. I should be their King, not just their pawn. And Elodie can be my Queen. King and Queen of this tomb, of this arena, of all Panem instead of all the other, lesser pieces. We're more than what they think we are, we're more than pieces of street trash from District Five. We're special people who deserve more than this hot and humid hell. (At least it's cooler in this tomb than outside, although it's a bit stuffier.) We deserve a dry, temperate kingdom. We deserve an empty canvas, one where we can shape the world however we want. It will be our own perfect world. Our own empty chess board, two neat lines ready for our heart's desires, King and Queen standing side by side, controlling all others. A whole world ready to be painted as we please, with only our minds to carve it out of nothingness.

A place far from this tomb and its skeletons, far from the golden Horn of Plenty, far from this fabricated world. Wouldn't it just be nice to be somewhere else in our kingdom, away from this house of death. Oh, but it isn't that simple. We're stuck in here till fourteen more of us join the nine who are already deceased. We're the King and Queen who just can't escape the palace; we're held hostage in it just like Montezuma was. And there's no way around the captors, no matter how hard we try there is no way to get back at them, no way to get out of this man-made hell. We're stuck here, stuck like pawns on a chess board, only able to move one square at a time. We're meant to protect the pretender, we're meant to act as his shield. I say no more; I say we are King and Queen.

I refuse to die, not here, not now. I will not be the one who dies, I will not be someone whose life is thrown away like a meaningless pawn. I will be the King, the piece that all strive to protect, the piece that ends the game. And with all my being I know that this game is not meant to end here, it is meant to go on longer. I am not meant to die here at the hands of these lizards, so I call to Elodie as I turn a corner, "Run, Elodie," my queen, "Run from the monsters, they can't hurt what they can't find." While I don't look back, I don't worry. I know that my queen can go further than I can. And I know that I don't protect her.

She protects me.

I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
This is f***ing awesome

[William flees the thread and does first aid on himself for -3 damage. I honestly have not the faintest clue about the anti venom situation right now.]
^^thanks for the awesome header Onyx

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Last Edit: Nov 25, 2013 20:28:17 GMT -5 by Spesh

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Tomb Raiders [Montezuma's Revenge vs. 2 Lizards] Feb 10, 2013 20:19:49 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2013 20:19:49 GMT -5

•••
I won't die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.
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When his bare feet left the floor of the tomb, he felt the whole world spin in slow motion. There were a million, billion thoughts rushing through Benat Izar’s head—the least of which his own death—as he tumbled down in front of the monstrous lizard in front of him. Please, please don’t kill me,

[/color] he wanted to whimper out, but the words were lost in his throat. He was still a pathetic, sniveling boy that thought he was funnier than anyone had ever had been or would be ever—just look at the jokes he could tell.[/color] Not one bit had changed since yesterday, when he’d seen an ocean’s worth of blood—something that should have shaken the boy down to his core. His own district partner was long gone, her body likely being prepared for its transit back home.

Oh how he wanted to go home. [/color]

There were plenty of others that were thinking about fighting, about surviving, about sex, about love, about loss, about fire, about bravery, even about sibling rivalry. How many of them were thinking about just sleeping at home in their own bed? Or about the way the sunset just didn’t feel the way it did when he was sitting on his porch, sipping on a cup of fresh milk. He was sure some would wax philosophical about virtues: as though their highfalutin talk somehow made them more special or worthier than the rest of them when it came to staying alive.[/color] He never understood what it was about the games that brought this out in people. He got the feeling that sometimes he was a shallow pond in comparison to a sea of lakes; Benat never did think very much about the way the world worked, or his own place in it. Even when death was staring him straight in the face.[/color]

Of all things, he wanted to be a part of the dream from the previous evening: walking between rows of yellowed corn, barefoot and chilled by the winter wind. He could scoop up an ear or two, to play tug-of-war with his dog, Gregor. And then he’d find a way to sneak up on Deval or Sampson—and burst forth from the corn to chase them down until he’d tackled and pinned one of them. And they’d all go in for supper—potatoes with a wee bit of corn beef hash. He’d stalk out onto the porch, now dark and ready for stargazing, with his brothers. He’d look up in wonder, thinking about if any of the flecks had people do the same thing they were—until Sampson would close his little eyes and lean his little head on his shoulder, and it would be time for bed.

That was what he wanted—not some silly chance at fame, or love, or conquest. Just a life, plain and simple.[/color]

When he stared at the lizard and it stared back, Benat took a gulp, his adam’s apple lifting up and falling as he awaited the inevitable. The snapping jaw of the creature whipped toward Benat and he did his best to roll out of the way. Zigging instead of zagging, the bite narrowly missed him, his body now rolled up and against the back of the wall of stone behind him. For a moment he’d thought he’d been wrong—but the only pain was in the spot where his head had thudded against the stone, and not from the beast’s dripping teeth. Death had come and gone (for now[/color] ). He managed to stand from his spot, however shakily, and look toward the others.

“Last one out of here is a rotten egg!” Benat yelped out with a grin. His heart was thumping wildly, and body filling with adrenaline. He wasn’t about to let a silly thing like three poisonings dampen the mood.[/color] Never mind Elodie, Essence, and Will were slowly fading shades from this world—he’d killed a beast and lived to tell the tale! Maybe he wasn’t entirely hopeless—maybe none of them were. And maybe his lucky rabbit’s foot—tucked safely into his back pocket—wasn’t such a bad choice for his token after all. He dashed to the body of the other lizard and wrenched the blow darts from its body, quickly stuffing them into his pockets. His feet slapped against stone as he made his way toward the door of the tomb. “Smell you later, Lizard breath!”

Out the door and down the stairs, and Benat Izar was gone.

[Benat flees, collecting his used blowdarts. More actions to come, once we figure out first aid and Antivenom stuffs]

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Tomb Raiders [Montezuma's Revenge vs. 2 Lizards] Feb 11, 2013 21:38:09 GMT -5

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Post by brad bradford ★ d5b [arx] on Feb 11, 2013 21:38:09 GMT -5

Look at me. You may think you see
who I really am , but you'll never know me.
Every day it's as if I play a part.
Now I see if I wear a mask I can fool the world,
But I cannot fool my heart.

And then I am sprinting. Sprinting as fast as I can at least, flying - or perhaps just falling - as fast as is possible with my broken wing. It hurts, the way everything burns. My shoulder burns where the bone is broken, freshly irritated by all of the movement I have been doing, from trying to get off the ground and failing. The gash on my forehead burns as poison courses through my veins at this very instant. With every fluttering heartbeat I am dying. My heart burns - not with passion or even lust as it usual does - but with something stronger. But I can't pull the emotion from my mind as my feet hit the ground, the mud from yesterday crusted between my toes, crackling and breaking as my feet patter on the stone floor. It's all really just a big blur. My head is spinning, a kaleidoscope of colors flashing before my eyes as I follow behind Benat and Will (at least, I think it's them?) out into the world where there are no lizards. But there is an open sky, bigger than any ocean, more beautiful than anything I could ever paint, and it can swallow you whole in it's dark clutches if you aren't careful. I can remember when I was little and my mom held my hand and we walked down the streets at night while she pointed out the constellations and named every point of light in the sky. I wish I could picture her face. I wish I could see it, just pull it out of my memory bank, just find it before I'm dead. But it's only her voice, something very monotone, telling me the stories of Andromeda and Perseus or explaining to me that my sign is Virgo. I can remember her words and yet no face comes to meet it. Sometimes when I clench my hand I can even feel her hand in mine. But then I will look down at my empty hand and wonder if I was just imagining Urbane when she picked me up from the orphanage.

I do love her. She did save me in a way. ~~Maybe they all did?~~

I see Will, or at least his blurred figure, running around a corner, yelling after me. "Run, Elodie! Run from the monsters, they can't hurt what they can't find." And I want to believe his words. I really do. As badly as I want to believe that the family who adopted me loves me. As desperately as I want to believe that my mom is still out there and she really, truly does love me. As fiercely as I want to believe that when I die, someone - anyone - might care. And not because they will miss me naked in their bed as I scream their names, but because they will miss me. The adopted Magpie girl who can paint anything and has bigger aspirations than anyone is all of Panem. But I know that if I believed his words, I would be believing in a lie. I may be able to run away from a few mutts, run from some murderous tributes later, but I will never be able to outrun the greatest monster to ever roam the Earth. No one has ever outrun him. (Her? It? Them? This entity?) Death knows no boundaries. Death is as blind as love. Picking whoever he wants and ripping away their souls. He is the monster that no one can escape. You may think that death can't find you, but in the end, death will always find you. You can't hide. Can't run fast enough. Can't fly high enough. This monster will always find you. Just like the murderers in the street always find the innocent people and the rapists find the young pretty girls and the prostitutes find the married men. It's the sad truth of the world and I have come to accept it. I may not understand math or science, but I do understand life and death. Love and loss. ~~Mostly loss though.~~

But even though I'm dying slowly and it's painful to run, my body responds to Benat's taunts by moving faster, my arms pumping fiercely. And I'm not running from death, only trying to catch up with life.

[Elodie uses first-aid on herself and flees.]

I am now in a world where I have
to hide my heart and what I believe in,
But somehow I will show the world
what's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am.

Last Edit: Jan 1, 2014 15:12:12 GMT -5 by brad bradford ★ d5b [arx]

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Danny District Mayor [M:-2003] 763 POSTS last seen Aug 15, 2013 9:11:46 GMT -5	Tomb Raiders [Montezuma's Revenge vs. 2 Lizards] Feb 11, 2013 21:39:48 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Danny on Feb 11, 2013 21:39:48 GMT -5 filler, but first-aids elodie.