The Bloodbath

OOC: Mary Ellen has entered the Bloodbath

[/i]. The Cornucopia is ahead of all of them, their mutual destiny. It’s ours, he mouths to Magenta. And there had better be a goddamn hat somewhere in it.

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The final count, the final warning. Argo shoves off the balls of his feet, running at a blistering speed. Running as he never did in the Capitol, demonstrating his true skill, his true passion. He is not tall and he is not strong, but he is so fast. And no one will keep him from scouring every last inch of the Cornucopia in search of his prize.

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Silence fills the night air with an eerie feeling. It's a night where no sleep will be found. It's my last night sleeping in a comfortable bed without a worry in the world, but it could also be my last night alive. My life could be ended the moment the gong sounds for the start of the games, and that's not how I wish for my soul's passing. Fighting with a weapon held tightly in my hands hammering against another tribute would be how Muscinda's wish- her wish is my command. The silence in the room is deafening forcing my hands over my ears forming small sounds. Silence finds it's ways into my life every waking second, and even in my dreams. Nightmares filled with someone severing my head throws my body into convulsions- that is not how I wish to die. I'm a puzzle piece in the giant puzzle created by the Capitol as a constant reminder of the horrible past we've lived. They've contorted my soul into something beyond my wildest dreams- I'm just a pawn waiting for use. Nothing will fix the wrong that's already been done. People will be cheering for my death first thing in the morning as the hovercraft flees the training center flying to the remote location prepared for us. The fighting among people my age will commence just as the Capitol has wished. Everything will be falling into place the moment the clock changes for tomorrow.

I will kill you Ares. You will die by my hand. Just wait and see you coward. Just wait and see. My alliance is torn apart by differences. Tension fills the air when we are near one another- hatred towards the coward who thought it would be fun to place a burning trident against my body burning the thin skin. Nobody stepped in for the rescue as my screams filled the air. He's more than a puzzle in the game; he's the puzzle being thrown together as he proves his worth of living another day. Oh what fun it would be for a blade of my own to sever his head completely from his body when nobody else is looking. It's impossible for his death to rest upon my hands as long as Mary Ellen and Henry are alive- they'll want him to live. My survival is more important than dying at the moment. My time will fall soon when the promise made so many years ago will be fulfilled. My feet will not step out of the arena as long as my life is in my hands. The silence surrounding me now will be welcoming me in the moments as my soul separates from my body fleeing into the afterlife. Nobody will cry when I'm dead- nobody will even notice a life being ended short for every single one of us except that one lucky victor. The victor will be the luckiest of us all as s/he will be forced to live with our souls embedded into their soul forever.

Seconds turn into hours, minutes turn into days, hours turn into an eternity as time slowly passes by. The sun now slowly peaking over the horizon brings a grim smile upon my face. The day I've been waiting for is here. The promise made to Muscinda will be fulfilled within a few hours as soon as the games begin- a moment I'm looking forward to. Fear is the farthest thing from my mind as my body feels calm. The training that's been done in the past will finally be paying off as a weapon is wielded in my hands striking down the enemy- all twenty-three others. It doesn't matter who my allies are because one by one they will die until everything is perfect. The moon fades away waving like it's the last time it'll ever see me breathing- it may be right, and it may be wrong; nobody will ever know until the sun sets over the horizon bringing the end to the day only twenty-four of us will be able to fully understand within a few hours. Life as we know it will change completely as people become different once the fight and flight sets in. It's amazing what happens when the survival of a life is placed on the line; the weakest become stronger, and the strongest become even stronger. Nothing will change the fight within the careers as we all are prepared to destroy every single tribute out in the field. One tribute is my target, and I want him to fall by my hands because he said I was weak.

The breakfast that has been placed before me is the breakfast of champions. It's everything anyone could ask for as a last meal before being executed. A vast variety of meat lays on the plate along with many other things I've never laid eyes on before. My mind tells me eating would be extremely beneficial as the next meal may be several days away, yet my stomach clenches into knots at the thought of stuffing anymore food into the narrow opening. Food has been my life since the arrival at the Capitol. Never in my entire life has this much food been at my hands ready to be eaten. As a career, people expect me to be well fed, and not starved; however that is not my case. My parents would eat first and eat everything with the exception of the scraps left for the animals- I'm an animal to them. My life never mattered to them, and my death would be the best thing ever, but dying would mean my life is no more. The promise made to Muscinda would be fulfilled upon my death, but the pain Sam would bare constantly would be enough to destroy any person. My hands slam against the table before picking up a fork shoveling every single bit of the food into my mouth praying my stomach doesn't reject anything; it would be awful to eject food from my system just hours before the games. It would have people laughing at me like an idiot. What nobody doesn't know will never hurt anyone because I'm in charge.

Time starts flying by the moment the breakfast plates are pushed away. One moment my escort is talking about the clothing that's been placed before me, and how much he will miss me- it's all a bunch of baloney. Nobody will miss me once my soul is no longer tethered with my body allowing it to fly away. The next moment I'm being led to the roof to step foot onto the hovercraft designed to fly to the destination of the underground catacombs far beneath the cornucopia. The sound of the Capitol citizens cheering in the street plasters a smile to my face. It's a celebration everyone should enjoy. It's impossible for most happiness to consume most people here as many don't want to be- some had no choice while others, like myself, volunteered for this stupid game. It's more than a game though knowing how close I am to being with Muscinda once more. It's been a long three years, and it's my only hope she's watching over me proud. Then, I'm on the hovercraft with the other tributes as trackers are placed in our arms allowing the gamemakers to know where we are every single second we are alive, and dead. And we're off flying into the sky far beyond the clouds for the hidden location which will be a graveyard for twenty-three of us. Then it lands. I'm led off to a room where my stylist is waiting for me. It's the last person not wanting me to be dead I'll ever see.

"So, are you here to tell me how stupid I am for volunteering for the games because I don't want to hear it. This is what I want, and nobody will change how I feel about anything." My voice laced with malice as the stylist stares at me with sad eyes. It was rude of me to speak like this, but my life will be ended in a matter of days. Hell, it could be ended as soon as my feet flee the metal plate. "I never wanted you to die, but we know that twenty-three have to, and you, Mizar, seem to have a death wish." If I had a heart made of fluff, it would have just shattered hearing someone realizing my wish was to die- my heart is hard as a cement brick though. It's time to cut the chitchat and prepare myself for the longest few minutes of my life. A scowl forms across my face making it impossible for any words to be spoken between us, but one thing deserves to be said more than anything, and now will be my last chance. "Thank you for everything. You've helped me more than I've helped me, and I'm sorry." My stomach flips inside because every word spoken is true. She nods at me and my eyes lower towards the ground. All I have ever been to anyone since my arrival at the Capitol, is an ungrateful pig. Nobody deserves the shit I've placed them through, except, perhaps my allies. They hate me, and I hate them. I won't even call them allies, just mere pawns guiding my way.

"Ten seconds"

It's time for the show to begin as my feet move steadily towards the plate which will raise into the arena allowing my eyes to scan the area for the first time. I nod at the stylist with a large, glowing grin spreading ear to ear. The tube surrounds me bringing back the silence which haunted me so many nights through the nightmares of the head falling from my body as a blade slices through it. Silence consumes my every waking second destroying the life as we all know it. My heart prances under my chest with excitement as my blood surges through my veins preparing me for the fight every citizen is dying to see. Families will be watching closely to see if their loved one will survive of be killed. My parents will be watching as they want me to fall by the hands of the others. They want me to die. All they've ever talked about was how much life would be better if I didn't exist. Everything is my fault, and no matter how many times I tell them I didn't do anything, the war rages on. A large sigh escapes my lips as the tube surrounds me sending the plate up into the air. At first it feels strange, but my body adjusts rather quickly. Darkness surrounds my body filling the air with the eerie silence. My eyes stay wide open preparing for the arena, and my chin drops to the ground at the terrain surrounded us. It's absolutely amazing, and it would be an honor for my life to be destroyed here.

My eyes scan the area as the clock begins to count down the final seconds all of us are guaranteed life. Items placed before me look so tempting to grab every single one of them, but if I wish to survive, I have to be careful about what I pick. Many people don't seem to like me, and it's best that way. Nobody here is considered my friend. We all have one purpose- to survive, except me. I want to die, and right now is not the time. I don't want to die in the bloodbath like a coward. It would only prove to Ares that I am weak, but it's against everything living inside me. My muscles convulse rapidly as my feet move against the plate preparing to run as fast as possible. It's time to survive. It's time to win. I want to go home to Sam even though my promise will be broken. Sam is my world, and he needs me to be with him; I need to be with him. It's all my fault life has been broken between us. The connection holding us together slowly being severed, yet nothing will ever change. My eyes glance at the other tributes trying to figure out what Mary Ellen and Henry are planning. Will they run into the fight or will they flee? I shouldn't be worrying about them because my life is my priority. I will not fulfill my promise to Muscinda if I have anything to do about it. I will return home. I will be the one that's victorious. I will have the crown placed upon my body and everyone will chant my name.

~ten~
~nine~
~eight~
~seven~

I'm about to be free.
Sam, I hope you are watching. I love you, and I miss you, and I'm sorry.

~four~
~three~
~two~
~one~
~gong sounds~

I charge off the plate preparing to travel this journey to victory.

ooc: Mizar Roxen D4f has entered the bloodbath

I see everything through his eyes in these first few moments of adrenaline. A morbid curiosity burns through my veins as his hands clench and his legs pump, sprinting faster than I've ever known in my entire eighteen years of life. His eyes stare into the pile of weapons, and I know exactly what he aims for- that axe the game makers should have left.

If they didn't, it would be a cruel joke.

I feel so confused by the speed of everything- like it's all in fast motion around me. I cannot control our shared body, I simply watch like a spectre as the games flash on around me. Where are our allies? I snap at Hades, bringing his attention back to the world around us.

'Hold on' he snaps, whipping around, and attempting to slam a fellow tribute using their own weight.

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Henry Fleet, D7M Attacks (FRANCESCA /ONE ) for BLOCK damage

Henry's Damage: 0

[Henry Picks up a Sword]200+5000

Attack/Item #1

I rush into the center of the Cornucopia, my feet pounding across the ground as I charge into what will surely be my death. What can I say though, what can I do...this isn't merely a game of words anymore, this was survival, it's kill or be killed, and today I was not going to die. I glance from left to right, making sure I didn't rush in before my allies, and attacked the nearest tribute to me, my fist flying at their face. Today was a red day, and I wouldn't be one of the ones to fall, I was going to live to fight another day, I was going to make my family proud.

[attacks Francesca unarmed]
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Bruised Ribs -- 3.0 damage
(Unarmed)


[Mary Ellen picks up {nunchucks}]

unarmed