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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 11:08:04 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Mar 9, 2014 11:08:04 GMT -5

ARGONITE SHORE

He’d laughed so hard his belly ached when he curled up on the sand. Backpack under his head and naginata at his side. It felt like home. He’d thrown some daredevil promise at Ares, that he would seek revenge, but hadn’t put any strength behind the words. He’d fallen asleep to the sound of the breeze through the trees, the crash of the surf, and of course Ares’ snores.

Sometime in the night he heard footsteps. His hand clamped over his glaive, ready to skewer the intruder. But it was only Cheska and Magenta, back from who knows where. He didn’t lower his weapon until he saw their faces, dirt and battered by the arena, but still his friends. He tugged Magenta down by the ankle, rolled so that instead of spooning her back, as always, he held her, face to face. Argonite let his forehead fall against hers, and whispered, “I can’t sleep without you. Don’t leave me like that again.”

He held her throughout the night, twisting her hair around his hands, threading his legs through hers, until they were so close, their breath mingled in the morning dew. He worked his jaw, mouthing her name as the sun rose. “Magenta,” he finally said, just as the dawn gave way from pastels to gold. There was so much he wanted to say. That it wasn’t going to be easy, or fair, but he wanted to try anyhow. The way he had wanted to try with Kellan, although it probably wasn’t wise to mention that. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he needed to be by her side.

Instead, he said, “I think I hear someone coming.”

[ Argonite lights his weapon on fire with One Jar of Tar. ]

[ Argonite attacks Claude; flaming glaive ]

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[Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Pole Sword)]

ACCURACY RE-ROLL DAY 4

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 11:09:19 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Mar 9, 2014 11:09:19 GMT -5

ARES PINE

"Dialogue"
"Hearing"
Thoughts
Narration

I don't know what will happen. Anything could happen even the possibility of my death. I doubt anyone could kill me, but nothing in life is certain. Something just doesn't feel right. I don't know if the game makers are toying with us or not. Maybe my killing of the mutt was a fluke. They could be luring me into a false sense of security. Are my skills really up to par? I look at my katana with renewed observation. Sometimes I feel like this weapon sings to me. Its like I can feel it pulsing with the need to spill blood. I must be hungry for blood. So far the alliance has only encountered mutts. Nine tributes have died so far. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Facing mutts only dulls my need to kill. Seeing the life drain out of someone's eyes will satisfy me more than killing a mutt has done. I just don't know what may happen.

I haven't gotten much rest. My body feels so run down, but sleeping in the arena just screams folly to me. My fatigue will eventually overcome me, but I hope to be alone when that inevitable moment arrives. My heart isn't pumping so fast like it usually does when battle is here. Something needs to happen soon or I may just go insane. Maybe I already am I don't know, but waiting here for something to find me doesn't seem wise. I could venture out on my own to hunt down tributes, but as reluctant as I am to admit this my allies have proven capable of my trust at least for now. The question now remains is this. Should I convince my allies to begin hunting tributes, or should I actually rough it alone. I'd rather not hunt alone, but I need action soon.

I can hear something or someone approaching. Maybe I'm imagining things due to my lust for battle. I grip my katana with a thirst for blood evident in my eyes. I'm about to speak when I notice my allies are also readying themselves for battle. I look for something in front of me to attack, but right now there isn't anything I can see that alerted me. Something must be here though if my allies are prepping themselves for battle. I look to see Argo throw himself at what I think could be a tribute, but I just don't believe my eyes right now. Could we actually have gotten ourselves a real fight? No.... I don't believe we have. The Capitol surely must be playing tricks on us. Nonetheless, I advance toward the incoming targets. At last a real battle awaits.

-Ares attacks Savannah-
-Ares lights his sword on fire with jar of tar-

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 11:16:03 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Mar 9, 2014 11:16:03 GMT -5

{ chapter the twelfth }

i'm a victim of my instinct
unraveling and reeling, think i'm wise
our freedom can be deadly
i watch the walls around me falling down

I’m dying and, if I’m being completely honest, I’m pretty ticked off about it.

I never expected to change. From the relative safety of our ancient living room I’d watched tributes unravel or freeze over, so easily molded by the Capitol’s hands, and yet I was ignorant enough to believe that the Arena wouldn’t have that effect on me. I was determined to be nothing more or less than myself, right up until the end, causing trouble and wreaking general havoc so that I became the Gamemakers’ worst nightmare. I wanted to be a tornado, a hurricane, a disaster so great that I would be remembered long after my final breath. That’s why we live in the first place, isn’t it? To be remembered?

As it turns out, I was not as unyielding as I had believed. Even stones must eventually be shaped by the beating waves, rough edges battered away and surfaces smoothed. I’d always feared what the Gamemakers would turn me into - a marionette, an animal, a monster - but in truth they weren’t the ones I needed to be wary of. I am not molded by their hands. Instead, I find myself changing because of a fiery, caring blonde. Because of a brave, shy schizophrenic. Because of an awkward, life-saving factory worker. It was never supposed to happen. I was never supposed to develop attachments with anyone. I’d been confident in my ability to isolate myself - after all, I’d been doing it for eighteen years back in Eight - but there was something about fighting for each others’ lives that brought us closer together.

Go figure.

Despite all their best intentions, they are tearing me apart inside. They are ripping down the walls I’d so carefully built, worming their way into the fractures of my obsidian heart, striking worry into my chest where there should be none. They’re a disease, a plague, and slowly but surely they are killing me. If one of them falls I will shatter, and I’d sooner lie on the ground and let myself be stabbed to death than see them torn apart by another tribute. And yet, I can’t hate them for it. I’m angry, but not at them. Not at the Gamemakers, either, though I should be. Mine is a rage that’s simply there, begging for some kind of release.

We keep moving. I know it’s for the best - who know what kind of mutts they’ll unleash on us if we stay? - but I’m reluctant. The stones and dirt now hold both my joy and my agony, and I’ve come to trust them. As dawn blooms against the horizon we walk south, toward where waves lap against the sand. I’ve only ever seen paintings of the ocean, but I can guess that the Capitol’s depiction is accurate. The water is calm and quiet but it isn’t enough to soothe the burning lust for violence humming contentedly through my veins.

It’s strange, how much hurting others has given me a sense of relief these past few days. It’s a new form of venting and I know I should feel afraid of it, but without alcohol to drown out all the emotions it’s the only thing I have.

They come, seemingly out of nowhere, and my heart jumps. Humans. Actual, honest to goodness tributes. I’d almost forgotten that they existed. I want to be overjoyed to see them after our encounters with mutts, but instead I feel the flame within my chest grow slightly. While they live they are a threat to Lyric, to Claude, to Soap. To my family. They’d rather see them dead than die themselves. I scowl at them for a moment, allowing the rage to flow into my hands, my arms.

Maybe the Capitol has changed me. Maybe I am a monster.

“Screw it,” I mutter. “We’re all sinners now.”

(Savannah uses match and tar to light her axe on fire)

SAVANNAH attacks ARGO with AXE
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shallow cut on left forearm - 3.5

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i'm prisoned, but believing
twisting my delusions, best beware
my peace can be deceiving
i'm steady in the deep end of despair

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 11:16:27 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Mar 9, 2014 11:16:27 GMT -5

I’m kinda walking funny now that I’m missing two toes, but it’s not nearly as bad as Lyric and Sav. Lyric lost like, what, three toes? And all of Sav’s are gone on one foot. I don’t know what those little monsters were called, but they’ve been used in the Games before. I know because I remember watching ‘em in past Games and hating the idea of losing any part of myself.

I guess it was just a matter of time.

For a while there, I was even thinking about, like, taking the toes with me. I mean, it was pretty clear which ones laying on the ground were mine, because they were hairier and dirtier than the others, which doesn’t make much sense considering that they were cleaned in the Capitol and my allies have been in the exact same conditions as I have. Still, even if I wanted to take them with me,

a) That’s gross, even for me
b) I don’t have ice or anything to keep them, you know, fresh.

The idea of it kinda makes me sick, so I just leave the toes behind and do all I can to make it less disgusting. Claude helps me heal up a little – except he’s the only one with all of his toes intact, so I feel a little annoyed when he does, despite myself – and I wrap some bandages around the wound. If nothing else, the bandages cover up the wound so I don’t even have to look at it, which is a plus.

Still, I feel alright. I feel okay. When we don’t move, it’s like I can’t even feel a thing. It’s the walking that kills, but who am I to complain? The others have more toes missing than me, and walking must be a nightmare.

We stumble along as we move, but not nearly as bad as the others.

Wip wip wip, you all have the privilege of not fillering because homework isn't making you want to jump off of a bridge

(i.e. don't judge me for this filler)

-Soap sets 6 throwing axes on fire w/tar-

[Attacks Magenta - throwing axe]
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10173 -- Axe in Bicep -- 8.5 damage
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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 11:17:34 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Mar 9, 2014 11:17:34 GMT -5

filler because nyte has lotsa planning and shit <3
[attacks magenta ryker-sai]
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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 11:17:35 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Mar 9, 2014 11:17:35 GMT -5

{ Fire and Water }

We're caught in a cross roads
Me and my friends
Just trying to figure out now
What to do with ourselves

Finally we had come away from the heat and the dryness, reaching a place that made us feel more refreshed just looking at it. The expanse of water was eye catching and I was pulled towards it by my thirst. Except that it wasn't fresh water, was it? "Now this is more like it." K's voice held a multitude of emotions, not the least of which was excitement. I watched as he bounded forward and leaped into the water without a second thought. He had barely disappeared for a minute before resurfacing. "It's really shallow." I eyed him with a bit of unease, staying with the others even as he frolicked. "Warm too, and not salty." The part about no salt was what drew me a couple steps forward, my mouth dropping open in a joyful surprise as I tried to reach in my pack for a water jug. Soon, very soon, I would be able to quench my thirst and relax a bit.

Just as I managed to grasp the zipper of my pack I heard something and cursed. Right now? Seriously? I continued anyway, desperate for water, when the sounds came again, closer this time. My swear was much louder this time and I turned to look at Savannah, who had just said a highly grumpy statement of "Screw this. We're all sinners now." I quite agreed with her, my mind sliding to the dead bodies of the moles from yesterday. I had been unable to fall asleep, thoughts of having my toes being eaten by its ghost or its brethren keeping me from relaxing. I felt my sword bite into its flesh again and again as I watched it die. Blood sprayed like a fountain in my dreams, where it had only flowed from the gash in reality. Whispers of "this little piggy" haunted me the whole night. My already agitated stomach threw a revolt once again, but I was unable to throw up anything more. For the last part of the night I just stayed up, waiting for the sun and hopefully the promise of a better day.

Working my day job
I feel I'm selling out
Steppin' up to take my role
As a consumer and nothing else

It had been a foolish thought, and now the four shapes coming towards us confirmed that fact. I tossed my pack down, riffling through it to remove one of the jars of tar I carried. Unsheathing my katana I scooped two fingers into the jar and coated the blade thickly in the gooey black stuff. Once it was thoroughly coated I lit it on fire and stood, the empty jar left on the ground beside my things. Narrowing my eyes I wondered if I could kill again. Part of me told me I could, but the other part muttered that a human being was different. Is it, though? Aren't we all just animals, under the control of the Capitol? My mouth was set in a grim line as I balanced myself out, my eyes locking on the shape of Argonite Shore. I tensed, waiting to launch forward in an attack, remembering the boy who had proposed that stupid party back in the training center. Murky memories of it rose to my mind, woozy images of teddy bears and blood, floating and blonde hair.

A faint blush rose to my cheeks before I focused my attention forward again. They were closer now, it was time. I started forward, watching as Sav swiped at Argonite just as I moved forward. Close on her heels, I raised my flaming sword and swung it two handed at the boy I had singled out. Even as my weapon moved I realized I didn't know any reason why I had attacked him in particular, fighting their group was part of the survival instinct, but as for why I had gone after him I had no clue. Maybe this way he would be able to forgive me easier, whatever happened. We're all just animals under the control of the Capitol.

I can see the window closing
On all of my dreams
Should I stand and watch them all fade out?
Accept normality?

Words: 651

[Attacks Argonite Shore - Flaming Katana]
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Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage

[Fire]
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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 11:19:54 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 11:19:54 GMT -5

Francesca Levroux

[presto]

4 days has gone by in the Arena and Francesca was feeling like this whole experience so far has been one screwed up vacation. Death and blood and random gross things trying to attack them made their stay on the beach quite a grotesque one. Then Argo and Magenta FINALLY SLEPT TOGETHER!!! Not slept together but they fell asleep in each other arms and Francesca just couldn’t help feeling happy that these two got to enjoy some time together!

She was still naked from Argo strange duck duck goose game and she was too cold to sleep that previous night. She was too lazy to actually put clothes and Argo and Magenta were already in each other’s arms so she scooted over to Ares and cuddled up in his arms; she hoped that the body heat would keep her warm, which it did.
She woke up early that morning while everyone was still asleep. Which was good because she didn’t want Ares thinking that she was trying to pull anything; and she found her clothes slipping on the gi and tying her now faded yellow belt on. She saw the others approaching her as the others were waking up, she grabs her Bloodless Soul and attacks the first girl she sees.

[/presto]

Attacks Savannah Carey with Bloodless Soul (Naginata)
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13072 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Pole Sword)glaive

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 13:12:39 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 9, 2014 13:12:39 GMT -5

YOU COULD TRY AND TAKE US, BUT VICTORY'S CONTAGIOUS.

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M A G E N T A

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Another day, and all of them were still okay, but Magenta knew their time together was running short, becoming more and more limited by the second. Maybe it would be her that fell first, maybe she wouldn't have to see what this arena without Argonite or Francesca or Ares would be like. There was a lot of that word in the arena, it seemed. "Maybe." But she wanted to find one thing, anything that was definite. The thing was, that seemed like such a hard thing to do in a place like this, where death danced through every occupant's heart as a possibility, and for most, an inevitability.

She laid in the sand staring at the water, at the sinking sun, at how beautiful this place cold have been. She thought it was a waste spending so much time and effort on something so disgusting, so gut-wrenching and terrifying that it kept an entire nation up at night wondering who it would be next. Maybe it would be their child, or their sibling, or their cousin, or possibly even them. Her pulse was rising and she could feel her eyes begin to sting with tears. Each fist held fast to the sand in which she was sitting. She realized getting her mind off of everything was no longer just something she wanted, but something she needed, so she stood and undressed, walking into the waves and letting them pull her further along until she was completely submerged. She closed her eyes and sank beneath the surface hoping to hide her face from the cameras as she began to sob. Now, even when she came back up, the audience wouldn't be able to tell the difference between regular water and tears.

After a few minutes of letting go, she climbed back on to the shore and laid flat on her back, letting her skin soak up the little sunlight she had left before she found herself alone in watery darkness. "Magenta," she told herself. "Get up. Go to the others." Slowly, she pulled herself up, slid her clothes back on, and even ran a quick hand through her hair before heading back to camp, where all of her allies looked at her with curious and worried expressions. "Sorry, I lost track of time." She scooped up her tiny newfound friend and laid down for the night.

The next morning- (how many had there been? four? five?) she awoke with a start. With only one death the day before and so very many tributes left to play, the Capitol had surely gotten bored and demanded there be more games, and immediately. Another alliance, one she quickly found Colgate- Soap, he called himself "Soap" on the train- was a part of. She almost felt relieved that he was a part of it. She had found a sort of trust in him in their conversation, but it seemed he hadn't when he hurled a flaming ax her way.

Magenta felt her heart sink as the blade dug deep into the surface of her arm. She yanked it out and tossed it on the ground, her hands quickly working to grab her fan, though it proved a bit harder through tear-filled vision. He betrayed her.

No.

That was how the games were played. She couldn't be angry with him, or any of them.

But she could fight back.

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[Magenta attacks Claude, fan (knife)]
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[Magenta uses her jar of fire]
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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 21:15:53 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Mar 9, 2014 21:15:53 GMT -5

ARGONITE SHORE

The naginata aflame was a thing of beautiful. He twirled the handle constantly, keeping the air flowing over it. It ripped fire away from his hands. He was so entranced with the beauty of it that the first cut went largely unnoticed. Until he met Savannah's haunting gaze. He realized that he hadn't given her a second thought, not since the Training Center. Another mistake, another question he should have asked. He only thought to nod, and say, "I shouldn't have forgotten you."

He flexed his arm, found it nothing more than a scratch. Argonite flipped his glaive, stepping into a defensive stance. Savannah's words echoed in his head. "Ares! Took bad this ain't the blood of a saint. You could use it to purify someone."

It was all fun and games. At first. Just like it had been at home. Sticks and stones as children, chasing his screaming sisters around the yard. And then they gave him padding and wooden poles. He'd come home beaten and bruised for the first month of training, smile unbroken but body flagging. His sisters were always there, to put arnica on the darkest spots and to remind him that his body needed the adjustments, needed the pain. He would improve. And then he would win.

He'd tended to their wounds just the same. Just as he would with Magenta's. He watched the axe sail from Soap's hands, stared as it buried itself in Magenta's arm. How had he known to throw like that? How had he known who to hurt?

The cut on his leg stung, reminded him that staying still was lethal. Argonite flipped his naginata upright, intending to fight his way to Magenta's side. He could see her blood, watched as the red colored his vision. Something in his chest shifted, turned to ice. He hardly recognized it when he spoke, at the same moment he charged with his glaive. "You were holding out on us, Soap. What other hidden talents will you dazzle us with today?"

[ Argonite attacks Claude; flaming glaive ]

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[Miss -- 0.0 damage]

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 21:17:31 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Mar 9, 2014 21:17:31 GMT -5

ARES PINE

"Dialogue"
"Hearing"
Thoughts
Narration

This is one of the moments I've been training for every waking second back in the district. My weapon bringing pain upon the tributes as they fight against me. My sword coated with fire flashes before my eyes slicing through the air, tearing away at the tributes one by one. They believe they are stronger than me, but they are the weak ones. Nobody will ever understand the power surging within my veins preparing for the moment when my hands can bring pain upon them. It all happens fast, though, they appear in front of us, and attack Argo and Magenta. Anger boils inside me as I watch it happen. My jaw clenches tight as my grip on the sword increases. Sweat pours from my brow dropping onto the ground silently. I couldn't stop the fight against my former allies last time, but this time I can do something.

They trapped me within the vines making it impossible to fight. I watched as they jumped us after the bloodbath. I watched as they struck down Mary Ellen. I remember the anger surging inside me as I fought against the damn vines. The Capitol thought they could hold me, but they was wrong. I watched as Henry turned against Mizar striking down the dumbass career lifeless towards the ground. Argo stopped Henry from killing me. He had the chance to kill me, but he chose not to. I watched as several others jumped in and destroyed my cousin. I couldn't save her. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I'm not going to let these dumb bastards destroy my allies again. I won't let them kill Argo. I can stop them. I'm trained to stop them, and I will destroy them. I will destroy every last person standing in my way of victory. I won't them kill my allies while I'm here.

My grip tightens against the sword as my eyes turn towards Argo. Helping him could bring my chances of walking out of this alive, crowned victor, down. Helping him could mean my own death. I am the only one worthy of wearing the crown. He helped me though. He stopped Henry from ending my life when I was trapped in the vines. He stopped him when he could have easily joined in helping him. It wouldn't benefit me in helping him. Everyone has to die for the crown to be placed upon my head. It would just be another death, but he helped me, and I will help him. I will not let him die on my watch when I'm capable of stopping them. I won't let them destroy him as they destroyed my cousin. I look down at sword before lashing out on the girl I attacked earlier as quickly as I possibly can smiling as the flames dance to life.

-Ares attacks Savannah-

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1066 -- Severed Right Arm at Shoulder -- 10 damage

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 22:19:24 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Mar 9, 2014 22:19:24 GMT -5

{ chapter the twelfth }
12.0

under investigation
lies a bitter heart
let the poison sink in
let it leave its mark

I see the weapon hit Claude, and I snap.

Inwardly I’m torn. Half of me wants to gravitate toward him, to stem the flow of blood and mend him as I have learned to mend myself. My body sways, uncertain, focused on him even when I feel fire sizzle against my own skin. But the other half, the stronger half, is screaming. It’s boiling, rising with fire and hate and anger, threatening to overwhelm me and burn me alive. I tear myself away from Claude and lurch forward a step, my bad foot groaning in protest but my buzzing mind too occupied to care. There is blood - too much blood, too much flowing scarlet - and in response my bones tremble in rage the foundations of the earth, sanity momentarily splitting to reveal something much more fascinating that has taken root in my core.

“You,” I roar, a sound that contests even the waves and the wind. “I will rip you limb from limb if you touch him again! I will tear you open until you scream for death, do you understand? This is my bloody family and you will pay for thinking you could hurt them.”

It expands in my chest, an explosion, and suddenly all I see is red. I’m choking on my own fury, suffocating, drowning. Every heartbeat is laced with adrenaline, every movement a fracture in my restraint. I want them to crumble, to cry, to hurt until their bodies shut down. They will pay for their sins, even if I have to die ensuring their penalties. Every inch of me is burning and I become a natural disaster in my own right, my breathing heavy, swears spilling from my lips. “I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you for this. Do you understand? I will kill you.” I am a tornado, a tsunami, an earthquake, a forest fire. I am -

( - fifteen years old. It’s quiet in the house. Eva is humming a song I don’t know while drawing, and across the kitchen table Nora almost mirrors her, hand flying as she writes. Olivia went out with friends earlier, promising to be home by dinner, and Lucy is taking a nap in our shared bedroom. Winter howls against our doors, frigid winds beating through the tiniest cracks in our doors and windows. The fire I lit not an hour ago provides some warmth, and Helen has curled up just in front of it, reading one of Mom’s old books.

He comes in like the snowstorm itself, caked in white with eyes flashing. The door slams against the wall and I see all three girls jump. He has a bottle in one hand, the liquid inside sloshing out onto the floor, and the other grips something I can’t quite see. He turns his harsh gaze on Helen and I, his words slurring together as he shouts. “Gitovertothetablenow!” I pull Helen under one arm and guide her to the open seat between Eva and Nora. In the bedroom I can hear Lucy beginning to cry. I remain standing, leaning with my back facing the girls so that I can look right at him.

“Sit down!” he shouts, and a moment later I feel pain rip across my face. I drop to the floor, hand gripping my cheekbone. I can taste blood. He leers over me, his features grotesque. “Ungrateful little whore. You stay down there and stay quiet, or I swear to Ripred I will kill you.”)

- a monster. For a split second everything snaps into focus and I realize that I am a terrorizing animal because my father was the same. This violence cannot be blamed on the Capitol or the Gamemakers or even the other tributes. I owe it all to him.

And then, suddenly, pain rips through my shoulder.

I don't yelp. I don't cry out. I scream, jaw dropping open to let loose the agony that burns where once my arm connected to my torso. My vocals strain but the sound doesn't fade, piercing through the air and echoing against the waves. Some distant part of me, ignored through the fog of pain, wonders if I can be heard throughout the Arena. Surely every ear in Panem right now hears me, my voice broadcasted into every district square, hundreds of beat up old television screams, and thousands of Capitol homes. I imagine mothers drawing their children close, fathers cringing away. Somewhere in District Eight, my own family is already mourning me. I can see them in my mind's eye, sobbing and turning away.

All except Helen, of course. Helen is watching. Her face is pale and her jaw is tight, but she is watching. That is one thing I know for certain in world where everything I thought I knew is quickly blurring.

Eventually my lungs burn for air and my scream is cut short, replaced by heaving breaths and every curse I know. I can feel the blood soaking through my clothes, running thick and hot down my side. The white hot pain doesn't ebb, but I squeeze my eyes shut and force myself to fight against it. To adapt. Isn't that what I always did at home? I took every hit my father dealt me, every tooth rattling punch, and I fought back. I won. Pain is temporary. Victory is not.

Rage, inherited from my father and kindled by my pain, returns vividly. When he was angry he was terrifying, though I'd never admit it. I'll be terrifying as well. I want to see them bleed out. They took a part of me that I will never have back, and not because they had to. Not because they were programmed to. Because they wanted to. Because they think their lives are more important than ours. When I speak my voice is shaky but not failing. "May Ripred spare you. I certainly won't."

My dad hit me almost every night. He bruised me, cut me up, shoved me into walls and tore broken glass across my back. I am violent by nature because of him. I am a monster because of him.

And as I lunge forward, fire coursing through my veins, I am grateful.

I aim for his arm.

SAVANNAH attacks ARGO with AXE
pgT6K|pwaxe

just pull the trigger, i'll take the pain
just pull the trigger, i'll take the pain
i'll be the villain, just play the game
i've found a bitter heart

attacked argo: severed left forearm at elbow - 9.5
oh my I'm sorry </3

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 22:50:48 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Mar 9, 2014 22:50:48 GMT -5

Soap O'Leary
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Before I can even look, I hear an awful slicing sound. I turn my head a second later, and Sav's arm is laying there on the ground, and the most godawful scream I've ever heard erupts from her mouth.

And now all hell's loose. Not a soul on this earth is going to stop her now.

I can't even look at that gaping wound though, can't event think it, so I just ignore the sight of it and press forward. Sav lets out so much fire within the space of a second that you'd think her words would be worthy of killing on their own, but she stands by every word she says.

In one swift stroke - somehow surviving the pain - she slices off a chunk of the District One boy's arm.

I smile so wide I can't help myself, even if this is shitty, even if Sav's hurt. I smile, because she's a goddamn fucking badass.

"Nice one, Sav!" I say, my voice light and encouraging, as if we aren't in the middle of hell. She's fading, I can see, but who wouldn't be? Her arm is laying limply on the ground in a pool of blood.

My voice gets louder as I get angrier. "Chin up. Chin up. It'll be okay, we'll fix you up. Don't even worry about it. Don't even think it. Just fight. Let 'em have it."

The words from the District One boy dance around in my head: "You were holding out on us, Soap. What other hidden talents will you dazzle us with today?"

I shake my head, moving a few steps backward to get a good shot.

"Lots, but if I have my way, none of you will live long enough to see them."

Attacks Magenta - thrown axe
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10053 -- Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4 damage
(Thrown Axe)

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Fire 2/6 - Minor Burn, +2

attacked Magenta: Shallow Cut on Chest - 4 (Thrown Axe) +2 (fire)
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Post by [nyte] on Mar 9, 2014 22:58:42 GMT -5

watch the world burn
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It's... gone. The ear piercing thud is all that I can make out before Sav's arm lay on the floor, deep crimson pooling around it. The metallic smell which fills the air doesn't effect me. The sight of her dying limb, resting in a pool of falling rubies doesn't cause me the least bit of nausea.

I'm not sick. I'm not scared. I'm not weak.

It leaves me, before I could do anything to stop it. A desperate, guttural shout ripping open my throat. "Hey fucks." a sob is choked back, with such force it nearly hurts, the viscous cry cracking in protest as I attempt to throw a retort at the monsters which surrounded us. "I'll see you in hell!"

I don't understand. Why them. Couldn't it be my arm, laying on the stained ground? My wounds which seeped their clear crimson and fell in beads down my back. Couldn't it be me, who these fucks turned their blades on.

Claude doesn't deserve this.

Savannah doesn't deserve this.

I want them home, with a family.

And perhaps the scariest emotion which dances through my mind is that of bloodlust. I want to kill the others, the ones whose fault it is her arm now dies in the dirt. I want to hurt them. Every last one which dared attack who I loved so dearly. "I love you." my voice carries across a salty breeze. My eyes dart between my allies, my friends. "I won't let it end here."

And I strike

[attacks Magenta Ryker--sai]
mcar6w2Uknife

[fire]
1-50

attacked Magenta: SC on right hip -3.5 [+2 fire]

knife�1-50

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Fire in the Water // [ xoxo vs. Aetherians Day 4 ] Mar 9, 2014 22:59:50 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Mar 9, 2014 22:59:50 GMT -5

Revenge
8.5 damage

I - I don't care about getting by
No - No I don't care about gettin'...
Wastin' - I can't be found again

They had been faster than us, our blows not nearly hard enough to slow them as they attacked again. I had narrowly dodged Argonite's blade, giving a sigh of relief as I saw his fire go out. That was, until the District two boy attacked Savannah. I let out a cry as bone crunched and grated, the katana thunking into her shoulder viciously before it all came loose. I shut my eyes as I heard the sound, but the heavy thud made me open them again and I stared at the ground before me.

Her arm lay not far from where I stood. I felt my stomach churn violently with something more than just nausea, something I had felt a touch of yesterday against those damned moles. Only this time, it wasn't for moles and toes, it was for blood. I felt my lip curl back in repulsion - directed both at the still-bleeding arm on the ground and the boy who had severed it - my eyes narrowing as I hunched my shoulders and got ready for another attack. I was not driven to attack the boy who had harmed Savannah, but the boy I knew orchestrated the whole thing. Once again I leap for my target, blade swinging forward with as much purpose as I can muster. I am ready to hit home, I am ready to strike him down, I am ready for revenge.

I am ready to kill.

Wastin' - I know I'll see you someday
Wastin' - I won't be found again
Wastin' - I know I'll see you someday

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Block -- 0.0 damage

attacked argonite: Block - 0.0

sword

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Francesca Levroux

[presto]

This isn’t ok in Francesca’s book by one bit. The past two days were wonderful bliss for the group as Argo and Magenta made friends with some weird, albeit really cute and adorable ghost-like things she’s still not even sure what they’re called. They had fun playing around and just being teenagers in the Arena for once and not killers and everything was awesome for the past two days. And now they’re being attacked by some other tributes that she doesn’t even care to know. All she knows is that they killed Hannah and now they’re killing the two most important people in her life at the moment. And that’s not ok, it’s not ok that the bitch chopped off Argo’s arm and it’s not ok that Magenta’s own District partner just hacked into her arm and currently burning her. It’s not ok that the blood running around her coming out of Argo and the other girl who chopped Argo’s arm off that Ares hacked off is driving her into frenzy. Good job Ares, you get payback. Plus it’s called Karma And it’s definitely not ok that Ignatius is just laughing at her missed attack.

“Why are you laughing Iggy?! Don’t you have ANYTHING better to do than to sit here and laugh at my awful skills at the moment?!” she screams at her “brother” who’s currently lounging in the sand. “Nope not really,” he said with the little brother smirk painted on his face, “though you may want to start actually paying attention to the fight and not scream at me because yeah you guys are being killed at the moment.” She scream unmentionable, mainly because they are unclear, words as she turned back to the two worst offenders in the other group, starting with Magenta’s partner.

“Hey you, why would you even consider attacking your district partner?! She’s part of your home and she’s the other representation of everything that is Nine. How do you think your District will feel if you own by killing your other half? You already killed Hannah, isn’t that enough for you to have your hands stained and haunted by an innocent soul that you willingly took?!” She screamed at the boy who wasn’t even that attractive to begin with, hoping to guilt him into attacking anyone but Magenta. She’s supposed to be the Victor from the group, Francesca had already decided that earlier, but now she will fight to the end for her. And then turned to the devil who took Argo’s arm away. “And YOU! I don’t even know where you’re from or what your name is but I don’t care, no one, I repeat, NO ONE CUTS OFF ARGONITE’S ARM OFF WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND I DIDN’T GIVE YOU ANY PERMISSION!” Francesca is blinded by anger that the only way she tell that it was her was the sight of gushing blood, the sight of her addiction beckoning her to come and satisfy her craving.

She swings at the now armless girl hoping to cause some even more damage; then she lunges at her, going straight for the fountain of her downfall, and she didn’t care one bit as latched on an started drinking her heart out.

[/presto]

Savannah Carey with Bloodless Soul (Naginata)
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13160 -- Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage
(Pole Sword)glaive

Last Edit: Mar 11, 2014 1:34:46 GMT -5 by Deleted

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