The Bloodbath

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The Bloodbath Feb 15, 2010 21:56:53 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Feb 15, 2010 21:56:53 GMT -5

The Cornucopia-- Continued.

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When Zinnia looked at the expression on Ailia's face, she laughed wildly. She turned her head to follow the girl's gaze, and saw what she was so angrily glaring at. It was a boy, she wasn't sure from which District he was from. He was selfishly holding several packs of items and trying to escape. Instantly, Zinnia knew why Ailia looked so angry. Neither of them had items, and there was a silly boy running off with three packs. Unacceptable.

Even before Ailia spoke, Zinnia knew what the small girl was going to say. "How about we start by killing that boy?"

Zinnia had already nodded and was sprinting full speed towards the boy. Selfishness gets you nowhere, silly boy.. she thought to herself with a smile.

There was a problem, though. She didn't have a weapon yet. How on earth was she supposed to fight him without a weapon?

This problem didn't occur to her until after she was half-way towards the soon-to-be-dead boy, and she slowed down, looking around frantically for anything that could manage as a killing tool.

Right then, Zinnia tripped and was sent tumbling a few feet in the air, before she landed in the snow with a small cry of surprise. Damnit, why am I always falling? She asked herself, but when she looked down at what she had tripped over, she almost burst out in a fit of laughter, right there near the Cornucopia.

It was a rapier.

She picked up the sharp weapon and grinned widely to herself, then looked back up at Ailia, realizing that she had to hurry. In an instant, she was up on her feet again, holding the soon-to-be-murder-weapon tightly in her right hand.

She wanted to kill.

OOC: This post has to be short because of time..

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Last Edit: Feb 15, 2010 21:59:34 GMT -5 by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]

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The Bloodbath Feb 15, 2010 22:48:14 GMT -5

Post by ja'mie on Feb 15, 2010 22:48:14 GMT -5

ailia goodnite . the defiant one

Ailia watched intently as Zinnia took off, her grimace slowly turning into a full on grin, matching Zinnia's perfectly. So they were on the same wavelength, then. They both wanted to kill, and they wanted to now.

She watched as Zinnia sprinted towards the boy, and began after her, only to watch her trip over something... a weapon, it seemed. Perfect! Zinnia was again on her feet now, and Ailia treaded after her, knife-in-hand.

Even thoughher legs were not paticularly long, or muscular, Ailia had had practice in running before... it was one of her physical strengths, even if one of the only ones, and she soon caught up enough to get a clear shot at the male tribute. Without thinking, she tossed the knife at the boy, focusing her fury into the one single throw. She hoped the aim was atleast somewhat on target... and sure enough it was. It his him somewhere in the neck area, not as square on as she would have liked, but it got the job done. He fell to the ground, or atleast, she thought he fell. She didn't actually pause to watch, but she heard two seperate 'thuds' ... perhaps the first was his seperate head?

But Ailia was focused on Zinnia.

"Who next?" She giggled, grabbing the three packs off the ground.

Last Edit: Feb 15, 2010 22:49:57 GMT -5 by ja'mie

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The Bloodbath Feb 15, 2010 23:14:53 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Feb 15, 2010 23:14:53 GMT -5

The Cornucopia-- Continued.

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Zinnia watched with sick satisfaction as Ailia flung her knife towards the selfish boy and slit his throat open, causing his blood to spill immediately and making him fall to the ground, dead very quickly. The color of red stained the snow in an eery, almost beautiful way, as if a painter was randomly splattering red paint onto a blank canvas. Absolutely stunning. But then, Zinnia was in a violent mood.

”Who next?” Ailia asked her, just as Zinnia spotted another target, not far away.

Perfect.

It was the District Ten boy. The District of mathematics. Ha, I get to kill a math nerd.. Zinnia thought to herself. There was no doubt in her mind that the boy would die, too. He looked weak and defenseless. On the other hand, she was stronger and more brutal and ready to kill at all costs. The boy wouldn't stand a chance.

The funny thing was, he didn't even see her coming. His back was turned towards her, and he already had a backpack over his shoulder. He was preparing to run, but oh, he would not get far.

Seeing as her rapier wasn't for throwing, she had to get close to the boy to kill him. This, she didn't mind. In what seemed like a millisecond, her long stride took her towards the boy. From behind, she stabbed him in the back, lowered her face to his ear, and whispered to him as she held her rapier through his heart. ”Too slow, bud.”

Pulling the rapier out of his body, she shoved him over and pulled his backpack off of him. Right then, she saw Ailia carrying three backpacks, which were larger and seemed to have more supplies. She darted towards her, took one of the backpacks so that she wouldn't have to carry quite so much weight, and sprinted as far and fast as she could, away from the Cornucopia.

OOC: I was given permission to kill Jayson, since no one else has done it.

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Last Edit: Feb 15, 2010 23:22:09 GMT -5 by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]

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The Bloodbath Feb 16, 2010 0:01:43 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Feb 16, 2010 0:01:43 GMT -5

Evangeline Karbajal

I laid there motionless, I was just sick and tired of life...Maybe getting killed in the Hunger Games wasn't that bad. But still I have to try, for my family but more importantly for Kierra. I couldn't help but think of the things I wanted to do still in life, after all I am still a 13 year old girl....I took a glance at the clock, and hide my head under the blankets trying to gather the last bit of warmth as I could before I had to go into the arena.....
10 seconds my mentor would be knocking on the door telling me to wake up...I laid there still in my pool of sweat and tears...I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to remember what my nightmare was about...Finally I remember what it was about and my eyes widen now; I rememeber the reason I didn't want to remember it....My mother and my brother that died were frozen in a tundra, meanwhile my father and Kierra on the other side burnt in a desert. On top of that my other 4 sibling laying on the ground with their blood covering their innocent bodies, but when I look at my hands I see their blood on my hands....I close my eyes in the dream and I see my fellow tributes on the ground and some around me getting ready to attack. Quickly I wake up finding myself in bed crying, and sweating..

Within the next 30 minutes it seems I'm like a walking zombie. Until I reach that moment, that moment when I step onto the plate....I finally realize that my outfit for the hunger games is a pair of boots black pants, a brown shirt, and a black jacket to match the black pants. Slowly I realize what is happening around me and I start to panic in my mind....I brace myself for what I see when I enter the arena..Slowly they lift me up into the arena.....Listening to my heartbeat skipping a beat, slowly speeding up....I close my eyes trying to calm my body down, suddenly I hear those words. "Welcome to the 53rd Hunger Games" I start counting down the seconds in my mind listing the things I love most, meanwhile controling my breathing...

60....District 11

50........My Family

40..............My Father

30...................Kierra, finally I stop listing the thing I care about and then start making my plans. I observe the terrain and the other tributes.

25 seconds, a blink of an eye

20 seconds, to alter our lives

15 seconds, to make up my mind

10 seconds to finally decide

9 seconds to whisper your name

8 seconds to shoulder the blame

7 seconds of bliss to reject 7 lies

6 seconds to finally decide

5 seconds to get out of sight or out of mind because I'm out of time

It's time to finally decide

4 seconds, should I run or should I hide for the rest of my life

3 seconds in that I could fail

2 seconds in that I could lose

1 seconds is all it takes to make plans and mistakes......

Wait for it...GONG!

Quickly I open my eyes and I run towards a bag I spot on the ground... I make quick, swift, and low movements close to the ground. Making sure I don't get hit or seen, I finally reach the bag I had my eyes on and I turn back. Making my plan up as I got along, trying to survive. I pass several dead bodies already and I feel my eyes starting to water already....I head towards the heightest spot in the arena, which is the mountain top. And considering I've dealt with windburns, and frostbite before I know what it takes to somewhat survive in the wild..I pause before I've reached my destination whiping my tears away from my eyes, I blink my eyes acouple of times and then I mummur something about my eyes being sensitive to the cold to myself.

Last Edit: Feb 16, 2010 0:54:45 GMT -5 by NoireRose