Mock 46th Games Finale // Ani
Aug 12, 2013 15:33:44 GMT -5
Post by No tribute[Bray] on Aug 12, 2013 15:33:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3721/9391130180_bdc69d78c7_n.jpg); border: AB4A37 solid 1px; width: 500px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: Black; border: AB4A37 solid 1px; width: 500px; padding: 50 50 50 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] Stryk Thundyyr Narration AB4A37 Thoughts DBC6A9 Speech 85D9F1 Hearing 347385 Nine days. Nine days of being scared for your life at every second. Nine days of murdering innocent kids. Twenty-two are dead. Three of them were caused by me. I am in a vast area of nothing but snow. Snow everywhere. No trees, no wood, no fire, no food. There is one other person in this arena. She's looking for me. Her name is Fenna. My district partner. She is close. She can probably see me now. I come across the golden cornucopia stained red. Blood-red. I haven't seen this bright horn since the beginning. I come back to the place where I grabbed the bag that held the supplies that I've lived on for the last several days. I feel the ground where I picked up the thing that has already saved my life multiple times. Weather it be from a person or a mutation. My Axe. I have the axe ready in my hand prepared for an incoming attack. I know she's near. It's just that, on the train, we bonded. In the training center I thought of her as a safe place, a friend. Now I am ending her life. We weren't allies, Because I was hoping she would die and I wouldn't have to see it. I take a note of all my wounds. I gash in the back of my neck. I'm missing my left ear. And I large hole in my head. There are other scratches as well, but there nothing that will matter. Every place on my body that has had open blood is probably infected. If Fenna could hold off this fight for a day, nature would end me. But the Gamemakers won't allow that. I just have to expect a tear filled. Emotionally scarring fight. A scar the the capitol can create, but can't heal. Ever. |
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OOC: I kind of just rambled...
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