And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]]

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 11, 2013 15:45:15 GMT -5

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Post by ✨ zozo. on Nov 11, 2013 15:45:15 GMT -5

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SAFFRON LOWE

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“but there are some things, child, that you should steal. that you must steal, if you have enough love and courage in your heart. you must snatch freedom from the hands of the tyrant. you must spirit away innocent lives before they are destroyed. you must hide secret and sacred places.”

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My hands used to fold over sheets of old paper to make planes. We'd hurl them around back gardens and through bedrooms, watching them dance in delight. I'd like to fold myself up into a plane and fly away forever - but the planes I fashioned never flew very far. Somehow they'd loop about in the air and fall a few inches away no matter how much force behind them I propelled. In the waiting room all the way back home in a land far, far away I felt paper-thin, weightless, like I was floating away from anything and everything. How much I would give to feel like that again, how much I would pay to not have the burning flail in my hands slam into flesh and tie me to this arena. (Perhaps that's what dying is like. Floating from your body into the sky, away from the pain and the suffering. If I'm to die here, I'd like it to be like that.)

But paper-plane games and distance contests are long-gone. Here, the only competition worth enacting is the fight for survival. And as they all dance against death I stand back and observe, shaking from head to toe with ragged breaths and struggling to stay standing. This isn't a fairy-tale game anymore - this is life or death, and I'll be damned if I let one of them die before me.

District Three screams at me about redemption and fire - and I smile. He lunges at me and I think I am on fire, a lick of his weapon scorching my skin for a moment. Surely this is what it must feel like, shrieks escalating all through your body and around you as one by one they all fall down. I feel heat underneath my skin, all around me, pouring from every open wound, their words not in letters but in streams of blood. Slowly I become the burning flames, embers bubbling inside of me, a fire poured with viscous gasoline strikes of metal against flesh as it deteriorates so easily. When I smacked my weapon into that boy and watched him alight it ignited, and as Lucy slices his arm off in one swift movement, it grows. I turn gold as silver threatens to strike me, orange seeping from my hair and staining my face, red covering my arms and legs. Confidence burns within me. I am the sun, fire, and everything in-between.

And I am not extinguishing this any-time soon.

"Brave words. But if not me, then who? You?" Step. "You gonna let a stranger go home in your place because he's your 'brother'?" Step. "Didn't you learn nothin' about the games in Three? Go in with family, get killed by family."

Step, step, step.

My weapon dangerously grazes the air around the boy's body - the flames against it fade away as they absorb into my being. Turning back to him with a scowl (if looks could kill he'd be dead in a heartbeat) I wave my weapons towards his 'brother' and deliver his ultimatum.

"So do it yourself!"

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Last Edit: Nov 11, 2013 16:39:02 GMT -5 by ✨ zozo.

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 11, 2013 18:00:13 GMT -5

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Post by aya on Nov 11, 2013 18:00:13 GMT -5

I'm already cursed
I'm already dry
I'm already wonderin' what am I
I've already learned a bit of sin
Enough already, let me in

Cerise Mephistopheles—

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In the midst of staring down Beatrice, eyes flashing with malice, The District Three boy that she'd shared a train ride to the Capitol addressed her, but Cerise was seeing red and having none of it. "Dammit, Jim, I'm your district partner, not your friend," she protested. "So cut the pleasantries and go have another long cry or something."

A sudden sneezing fit caused the Fist to zone out for a moment. She blinked hard, trying to get a moment of relief from the incessant itching, frustratingly unable to rub her eyes with her badly broken left arm, and unwilling to lower her blade for a moment. She was brought back to reality by the invocation of her last name – the accents on the wrong syllable, of course.

"Oh, just watch me, Mephistopheles." Cerise did watch as Beatrice turned on Mantel before Cerise could run her through; the Fist ended up doing little more than scraping the girl's back.

Upchuck hit the ground. "I told you he was my kill," she growled, voice taking on its natural dangerous edge. Given a free moment to think about it, she would've realized the irrationality in her anger. But that was just it, wasn't it? Anger was irrational.

"Did I give you permission to address me?" she spat, cutting the air with her sword. The gesture was not a threat, not this time; Cerise wanted – needed – her to feel some fear before she died.

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[Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage]

She tore a beautiful scarlet gash in Beatrice's leg, like a run in a pair of stockings. Wild-haired, wild-eyed, the brunette stared down the career girl, willing her to stick around. "Fight me, you insolent little pissant!"

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 11, 2013 18:09:11 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 18:09:11 GMT -5

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S T I C K Y
W A S H I N G T O N

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This is no longer a story. This is a nightmare. My Merlins are being taken apart, limb by limb, and there's no putting them back together again. Their is no potion to reverse the harm the demons inflicted, but there is a chance for a miracle, maybe a fairy godmother will appear and heal them, maybe. I've got to keep my hopes up because I might be the only light left in this world of darkness, from here I can see the upanddown upanaddown movements of my Merlin's chest, the sweat that drops from the side of their forehead, the shaking of their fingers.

Just a little more my friends, push we will live to fight another day.

I am their lookout, their scout, always the first to see and hear, but never the first with my weapon, not the most useful hero. There is a cave on the mountainside, a deep and dark caver that will surely shield us for another day or so. I can see it -- just a little further, we will have to run away. Eyes scanning the possible exits, maybe it is through the impostor, but my attacks aren't as lethal as Jim's or Beatrice. I'm not as much of a killer as the two of them, I'm not a real hero, but I can try to avenge myself.

The wind is still and my heart beats with the pitter patter of Cinderella's feet on the palace floor, I have to stay calm to escape with my friends alive. I take out my empty water jug and slowly back away towards the streams, and fill it with water, never looking away from the enemies.

"We'll all see each other again," next time we will kill each an all of you I say with a childish grin, "Good bye and catch you later." I signal for Jim and Storm and Beatrice to run, all looking like they've been chewed on the chimera and spit out.

And I run away from them, "To the Cavern up there guys."

Filler things for the actions.

( Sticky performs first aid on Storm for -3.
Sticky uses one medicinal plant on Jim for -2.
Sticky also collects water from the mountain stream.
Sticky receives Axe from Beatrice.
Sticky receives Iodine tablet from sponsors.
Puts tablet in the water jug and drinks purified water.
Refills water jug with water.
Sticky flees. )

© tattle for the table

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 12, 2013 18:23:19 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Nov 12, 2013 18:23:19 GMT -5

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly

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How? How am I supposed to please my family when I can't even please myself? How am I supposed to please anyone if I can't please myself? I'm a failure. I mess up at everything. I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore. I've let everyone down. My family, my friends, my alliance, the fairies, everyone. I've let them all down. I'm dying right now in front of everyone, and I can't do anything to stop it. My own weapon has betrayed me only rendering a shallow cut. I'm weak. I'm dying. I just want to fall over and go to sleep. My muscles are losing the fight. My breathing is shallow as the pain in my arm surrounds me. "Ma make it stop. It hurts so bad. Please Ma!" I can still feel the flames dancing on my arm as pain surges through me. A waterfall of tears flows freely down my face, and I don't give a shit who sees. I don't care if I look weak anymore. I just don't care.

They think this is all fun in games, well I'm going to show them fun in games. I'll make this the best games ever. A howl of laughter escapes my lips as the fighting continues. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing will stand in my way. "So Ten. Think fire is something to mess around with? Extinguish it now. No one I repeat no one attacks my brother. You'll die you bitch." A small grin spreads across my face like reality slapping me in the face. I was so stupid to ever question him. He's my bro, and he just proved it. A fire has been set inside me surging through my veins. I scream at the top of my lungs as I listen to my bone being snapped. I bare my teeth hissing as I realize that stupid bitch from twelve just attacked me. My arm falls to the ground by my side. Blood spurts from the arteries that have just been severed as my arm lays lifeless on the ground with the glaive laying beside it.

My eyes close as the girl from ten turns on me. This is it. I'm going to die. I am actually going to die. I brace myself as much as I can for the pain that's about to surge through me sending my body lifeless to the ground, but nothing happens. I open my eyes and a howl of laughter erupts. She missed me completely. Her flame on her weapon died out only causing me to laugh harder. I reach down on the ground and remove the glaive from my severed arm. I point it at her. The tears are replaced with something new, a large smile plastered to my face. I place the glaive between my feet as I sling the backpack off my shoulder. Pain surges through me as I lean forward. I'm dizzy, and tired. Nothing makes sense anymore. The world is turning to grey. I throw my pack over my shoulder, and grab my glaive in my hand. "I hate you! I hate everything about you, and I hope you die a terrible death. I hope your head is severed clean off your body. That will be a wonderful day. I look forward to seeing your face in the sky." I hiss at the girl from twelve.

I turn to the girl from ten. The girl that missed me completely with her second attack. I'm so tempted to spit in her face for everything she's done, but that's nothing nice. She deserves something much better than that. "I look forward to the day your face flies away forever. You won't be going home. I'll be damned if I let the filthy, scum bag live. You deserve to die just like her." Another roar of laughter escapes me as I stare the scum bag in the face. You better watch your back you dirty, rotten, scum bag. I will find you, and I well make sure you never see the light of day again. I want to see how they react. I want them to know that I don't care about them anymore, and I will make sure they never see their families again. I'll personally destroy every single one of them. I hate them. I hate them so much I just want to send my glaive through their skulls ending them forever, but now is not the time. The time will come, and I'll make sure they never leave this place alive. They'll be going home in a box just like me.

I turn to run away from them. I've barely survived this fight. My muscles beg me to lay down. They beg me to close my eyes and fall asleep. I want to give in; I want to just fall asleep forever, but I can't. I have to stay strong for my family. I have failed them. I have let them down. I don't think they will ever want to see me again. I raise my hand to my eyes to wipe away the tears that's flowing down my face. I look at the sky as I put up the bravest face possible. "I'm so sorry Red. I have let you down." I try running away only to fall landing straight in my face. My entire body begging to shut down, but I have to keep digging for Red, and the others. I force myself to stand back up when I see something in the snow. I slowly force myself closer to it. Long wooden things I've never seen before. I've never heard of them or anything. I lay the glaive down beside me as I look at them closely. "What the hell am I supposed to do with these?" Flames dance through my veins flickering in my eyes. "You want me to play the games? Well, I'll play them. I'll play them."

The pain was masked by a huge adrenaline rush, and I can feel the full force of it. It hurts more than anything I ever experienced. I sit down on the ground not wanting to go find the rest of them. I don't want them to find this mangled fairy. I've been wounded, and they should go on without me. They should leave me to die. The glaive is placed on the ground beside me when I hear a noise surrounding me. I've never heard this noise before. I grab the glaive and look around to spot a parachute landing a few feet away from me. I slowly force myself over to it. I use my teeth to help open. A medical kit lies before me. Tears roll down my face. Someone actually cares about me. Someone actually cares. I pick up the medical kit, and head to find my allies to find a place to rest, to drink, and maybe to eat for the night. "Thank you. I appreciate it." My voice is quiet as I don't want to alert anyone near.

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Hearing 80779B
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Other DECDD1

OOC: Storm picks up Skis
Storm receives a medical kit from the sponsors
Storm uses N/T for -5
Storm uses 5ft of bandage for -1
Storm uses First aid on self for -3
Sticky uses First aid on Storm for -3
Beatrice uses medicinal plants on Storm for -2
Storm drinks one purified jug of water from Beatrice's fire
Storm refills his water jug with unpurified[/b] water
Storm fills his second water jug with unpurified[/b] water
Storm drops his Tshirt, and empty jar
Storm receives Siana's axe from Beatrice
Storm flees the fight
Graphic credit goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly[/color]
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Last Edit: Nov 16, 2013 9:30:50 GMT -5 by Knuckles

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 12, 2013 18:42:53 GMT -5

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Post by Meghan on Nov 12, 2013 18:42:53 GMT -5

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B e a t r i c e B i r c h

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Filler #2, will fill all of my fillers from fights in tonight. Sorry about the wait.

Actions:
[Uses first aid on SELF for -3]
[Uses needle & thread on SELF for -5]
[Uses 5ft bandages on SELF for -1]
[Uses medicinal plants on STORM for -2]
[Uses Mantel's firewood and firemaking to build a fire]
[Fills her water jug and purifies her own jug, along with JIM'S and STORM'S water jugs]
[Drinks one water jug of purified water]
[Refills her water jug with unpurified water]
[Drops mantel's cooking pot, mosquito net, empty jar, as well as her War Hammer, Siana's Twine (after using some of it, see below)]
[Gives Mantel's purse, Darren's Axe, and Darren's token to JIM]
[Gives Kyle's Axe to STICKY]
[Gives Siana's axe to STORM]
[Puts on Mantel's token (a bracelet)]
[Cuts off Mantel's head in previous post, ties it to her backpack with twine]
[Takes Mantel's sword and gloves]
[Reapplies her lipstick because she is fabulous]
[Carves a note into a tree for Iago Izar-McClaine (see post when finished)]
[Flees the thread]

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Thanks to Onyx for help with the header and dreams for fixing the table!

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 12, 2013 18:56:00 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 12, 2013 18:56:00 GMT -5

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Beatrice hands me an axe and a purse. I stuff them hastily into my bag and I drop various items. I hurry and eat the plants in my bag. I didn't spend time on the taste. Next I drink water purified by Beatrice. Now the shock registered. It couldn't be any higher than it is now. That's all I feel when I look to see that Storm has lost an arm. Rage surges through me. Which idiot did that to my brother. Which girl will pay. Who will suffer my wrath. I conclude that it must be that girl from twelve that severed my brothers arm. The rage inside of me is still surging and I'm not sure when it will come to a stop. Can it? I don't know right now. I know that I wont let that girl get away from it. I raise my knife prepared to attack her when the girl from ten speaks to me. "Brave words. But if not me, then who? You? You gonna let a stranger go home in your place because he's your 'brother'? Didn't you learn nothin' about the games in Three? Go in with family, get killed by family."

A weird feeling washes over me. Is it hatred? envy? I settle on respect. The girl from ten made sense, but she doesn't know nothing about what's went on between me and Storm. Probably never will. "You know Ten. I'd like to believe you're right, but you're wrong. Of course I will let my 'brother' go home before me. I've lost these games already Ten. I'll take you with me to the grave." I cant help it but to spit on the ground in disgust. The girl from Ten acts like I should put my own life ahead of everyone else, but its my choice how I live my life not hers. "So do it yourself!" So she wants me to do it myself? "Nice job with the fire Ten. Looks like you followed my advice. Smartest thing you've done so far. Mark my words Ten. You will die by my hand."

I sneer the words with as much venom I can place in my voice. That girl will die. Now I hear words from my oh so cuddly teddy bear of a district partner. "Dammit, Jim, I'm your district partner, not your friend, So cut the pleasantries and go have another long cry or something." What an evil kid. "Do you know the definition of insanity Cerise? Well I do. All I have to do is look at you." My attention practically demanded that it be focused on the girl from twelve. I nearly forgot about her with the other two speaking to me. I'm ready to attack that damn bitch for hurting Storm. I look around to see that my allies have fled. Fleeing. The word almost disgusts me, but I know deep down in my heart that fleeing this fight would have to happen.

I need to stay and fight. Here is where my life should end. This place right here would be my death. The other three wont miss me. I've done all I can to protect them. I've failed you Storm. It was my job to protect you and now you lost an arm along with severe burns on your body. As if to ward me away from this place, I feel my wounds flare up in pain. I want to ignore the pain and I know I can, but my allies need me. I sigh in defeat. That alliance won this battle but they will not win the war. I get ready to flee, but before I speak one last time. "Listen very closely Twelve. Just like your buddy Ten over there, you will die by my hand. You may have won this battle, but I assure you 'nice ladies' that the war has just begun."

OOC: Jim flees and uses first aid on himself.
OOC: Sticky uses med plants on Jim.
OOC: Jim receives an axe, a purse, and Darren's token from Beatrice
OOC: Jim drops fishing net, length of string, empty jar, and eats edible plants.
OOC: Drinks water purified by Beatrice. Refills water jug with unpurified water.

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 13, 2013 15:50:20 GMT -5

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Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Nov 13, 2013 15:50:20 GMT -5

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"WE'LL BE COUNTING STARS."

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Filler #2. Will fill this in tonight, along with the other one. Just, yeaaaaah. Fleeing. Dammit, watch the peasants run from us. Nah, idk, just a little bit of power, and an arm in her bag. Like, a whole arm. In her bag. Limbs! But also she's a bit sorry for that arm, because it probably hurt. But, y'know, all's fair in... war. Okay, enough fillering now.

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And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]] Nov 13, 2013 15:58:51 GMT -5

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Post by ✨ zozo. on Nov 13, 2013 15:58:51 GMT -5

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SAFFRON LOWE

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“but there are some things, child, that you should steal. that you must steal, if you have enough love and courage in your heart. you must snatch freedom from the hands of the tyrant. you must spirit away innocent lives before they are destroyed. you must hide secret and sacred places.”

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I am tainted with the blood of the fallen. Blood that came from my home, blood that splattered across my body as I slammed my weapon into the boy's arm as it lit up with flames, blood from others that I didn't have time to rescue (or send to a slow, painful death). My body shakes, absorbing the tremors in the ground that must be the mountain screaming in protest - how dare we disturb it's slumber with our silly little games.

wip wip wip

Filler filler filler will finish after my exam (ew English can we not.) Ok Saffron just waves her flail about screaming "Coward! You're a coward!" at Jim as he runs away because she's freaking out and going a little old-lady-crazy and is like "No, Lucy, oh no no no, are you ok? Here let me help" and goes all big-sister doing her first aid. Gets a little emotional about Mantel because home and sentimental things but someone's gotta die today and it ain't her ok yup.

(Also she's hella thirsty but the water looks a bit dodge but just her luck a good ol' trusty parachute comes bleeping down cheers Mace you da man. -sings- ♫ drink up baby doll ♫)

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[saffron flees the fight]
[performs first aid on lucy for -3]
[fills water jug with water]
[discards empty jar from tar]
[receives 3 iodine tablets from sponsorship]
[purifies jug of water with 1 tablet and drinks it]
[gives 1 tablet to cerise and 1 tablet to lucy]
[refills jug]

Last Edit: Nov 15, 2013 18:21:34 GMT -5 by ✨ zozo.

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”