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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Feb 28, 2015 13:55:10 GMT -5

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I heard her voice in my dreams.

"Stop! Stop; go! Just go, Lex!"

I'd imagined waking up with someone beside me - I had woken up with people beside me and almost every time they're smiling, warmth in the curve of their lips as they moved towards me and I to them so we might reignite the fires we started in the hours before. It would be good - not perfect, but good. Without a doubt opening my eyes in the middle of the night to Hedvig looking down over me with the Capitol's anthem blaring in the background was not at all what I imagined our first night to be.

"Get Margaret; go! This is my fight just- Go!"

Then, I had no idea what I was doing; racing away from her to Mara seemed like the only viable option with her blazing furious eyes fixed on mine for an eternal moment before our locked gazes broke to her wild, vicious scream.

There was no bone in my body, no cell that I was not made of that would have done it all just the same.

I wanted to save her.

I wanted to save her.

I wanted to save her.

In the aftermath of the day I remembered in flashes that I'd taken a life for my own. District Twelve. Kolton... Enim. My knife buried itself into his flesh in the peak of my anger, and he'd fallen like a loose-limbed puppet without strings - it makes me wonder if she'd fallen just the same.

When she told me to run, I did not look back.

When he fell, I did not look twice.

But in the night I saw them anyway.

Margaret helped. Margaret took away the heavier thoughts in my mind with her mystery ("It's just Margaret."), with her silent support and her constant presence at my side, keeping us both warm. Keeping us both strong.

"It's cold," I said, but it could be to myself as much as it was to her. Her response was mumbled somewhere into my shoulder, and could range from anything between a noncommittal sound of agreement to, "Just like your heart." Knowing her, it was probably the latter. I smiled. "Yeah, you too."

It was hard to lift myself away from our shared warmth but I had to - we had no choice. The conditions we reside in would bury us with great glee if we did not move - if we stayed we would surely die. I reluctantly shook Margaret so she rose, and after a brief pause we were on our way.

We trekked onwards to nowhere, braving cold and wind, working for every step through deep-footed snow. For a while Mara spoke to me, wondering where the others had gone - maybe wondering if we would run into them at all. I didn't know how to respond, so I kept my silence. I could not tell her a lie I did not fully believe myself.

It was just as well that we fell into a steady quiet because our silence and steady crunch, crunch of the snow beneath our feet only amplified the sound of an approach that did not belong to us.

It's not solely from anger that I struck.

//attacks GULPER #1
tewDh3Alaxe
11158 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage

Accuracy reroll
axe
11053 -- Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage

LEX
RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

axe�axe

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love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ] Feb 28, 2015 14:08:41 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2015 14:08:41 GMT -5

You may lose what you love,
But don’t call it loss,
For gain is found
In gamble or toss.
So don’t you fall, my dear Margaret;
Simply stand tall,
For while sorrow is tragic,
Composure conquers all.

I press my head into Lex’s chest when the anthem plays to suppress the scream that’s formed in my throat at the sight of Hedvig’s face in the sky. And despite the music that blares I can hear nothing but each breath I take, focusing on smoothing out the uneven breath until each is simply hollow, simply broken and empty like her cracked image.

And it seems that it stays there, content to watch over the sky and pull at the strings of Lex's and I's sanity. After a moment-- two, three pass I cannot bear to see its presence in my mind any longer, and so I mumble into his shirt until the words blur and sink further and further into desperation, "Make it stop, please. Lex, make it stop, I can't--"

He presses a hand against the back of my neck, setting his chin atop my head until my pleas have turned to inaudible whimpers and the chill of night intensifies until it racks not only nerve but bone, and I'm left in an insufferable state of shivering.

Somewhere between "hey seven, c'mere a second" and the fade of melancholy music, I drift off to sleep with my fingers still clinging tightly to the hem of Lex's jacket.

I awake to a prod in my side, and first nature sends me squirming away in an annoyed manner, but despite my quiet protests I awaken slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with numb fingertips until the sight of Lex hovering above me comes into view.

We do not speak at first, only existing in silent neutralism as we gather our belongings and pull our coats tightly around our frames, and it's not until we've left our imprints in the snow behind that we say anything at all.

"Where do you think the people from yesterday scattered off to?"

But my question is met with nothing more than the look of fleeting anger and dismay etched upon Lex's face, and as he raises a knife I find my answer, and in turn I raise my own weapon in response.

We struck down the boy from twelve the day before when we had been questioned; we could answer for ourselves again.

[Margaret DuBois attacks Gulper 1; Spear]
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[3174 -- Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

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spear

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love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ] Feb 28, 2015 14:45:28 GMT -5

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Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Feb 28, 2015 14:45:28 GMT -5

Mex
'I'll bash ur fucken hed in I swer on me mum.' Mex's screech left him in a garbled mess, his large jaw hindering the undeniably witty comment hiding behind large teeth. He and his friends were just wandering the wonderfully frigid arena, and he was discussing ~~soccer~~ football with a horribly lost companion when all of a fucking sudden these n00bz were flinging petty weapons about and one hit his leg and drew blood. 'I can fucken 420 no-scope you get fucken rekt ye cheeky scrub.'

[attacks Margaret]
57SPIsFaknife
[Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]

Claudieae
Claudieae was sure that something was wrong. She was a fuckin' majestic ass snek stuck in this fuckin weird clunky body. This was a fuckin' outrage. As outrageous as being nominated for most straight 2k14. (I mean had they even met her?) The snow is cold and her roommates wouldn't even let her turn up the thermostat because apparently it being cold was the whole point. Mex is going off and all she can think about are protein shakes as she strikes.

[attacks Lex]
knife
[Stabbed in Hand -- 8.0 damage] *special clause, severed hand?

Sera pls
Sera pls had bathed in gay tears this morning and was feeling refreshed. They were her one nutrient, the thing that kept her going when times were tough. This morning had been a wonderful shower. (<3) She and Claudieae were planning a camping trip and/or make out session when they approached. Wee beasties who though they were all that with shiny weapons well u kno wat. She knew for a fact Mex could no-scope the noobz with ease. Her battle cry of 'song name?' echoed about the arena when she struck the beastie who had gone after Mex.

[attacks Margaret]
knife
[Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage]

knife�knife�knife

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love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ] Mar 2, 2015 0:39:09 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 2, 2015 0:39:09 GMT -5

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The blade of my axe was buried deeply inside the ravenous creature that stood closest to me, and Margaret got in a decent hit herself, but the three creatures struck as a unit. Two nipped at Margaret while one managed to take a bite of my hand so bad that I could practically look through the holes left by it's teeth. I bellowed in pain as my own blood began to drip onto the white canvas below, a morbid and yet somehow, oddly beautiful painting that was slightly mesmerizing.

Or it would have been in different circumstances. Right now, I had to face these things that were trying to kill us. Right now, I had to make sure they didn't get me for good, and I had to make sure they didn't take Margaret either, since she was the last person I had left in this place.

I maneuvered myself around the one whose blood stained my blade, side stepped as it did the same. It was like a starved dog, only larger and still somehow pulsing with strength. As well as that, it had an oddly powerful-looking jaw, obviously something enhanced by Capitol scientists, and it was disgusting to look at the thing, especially with the gaping wound on it's cheek that made a gruesome job of showing lethal, sharp teeth within it's mouth.

"Margaret," I spoke, my eyes still trained on the creature. "Get ready."

I counted down in my head:

Three.

It snarled at me.

Two.

It surged forward.

One.

I did the same.

//attacks GULPER #1
hoyDFs8vaxe
11115 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage

LEX
RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

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axe

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love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ] Mar 2, 2015 1:19:16 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 1:19:16 GMT -5

They called emotion a spectrum,
But failed to say,
This would change often—
Day by day.

As Ella and I shifted—
And, oh how we drifted,
From sorrow to rage and back again,
We never once called it a sin.

We swung our fists,
And often missed—
Composure was lost and tempers splattered,
But the soul of my sister never really mattered—
Not to me, anyway.

My spear skims the thigh of the first, and as I pull away I realize the caliber of Lex’s attack in comparison to my own. Considering my time spent around him, he had struck me as nothing more than a boy with a heart too large to fit comfortably in his own chest, incapable of harming anything more than the flowers he treaded over. But just the previous day he had struck in earnest, striking down the boy from twelve directly after my own irrationality had led us straight into the midst of imminent danger. His voice had not been the quiet calm in the midst of the storm, but rather the thunder and lightning itself, and it did not take a straining ear to hear his voice rise above the others.

“Leave! Go now!”

But now we could not, overtaken by beasts that caused a burden alike, and with the stretch of their jaws I blink, opening my eyes again to the tender pressure of pain upon my cheek and arm. With a single touch I pull back, staring at red drawn from my own flesh painted upon my skin.

It wasn’t until I turned my attention back to Lex that I noticed the blood pooling at his feet.

But it wasn’t the simplicity of my observance that drew me to this, but rather the scream that leaves his throat, deep and desperate, so different from my own the night before, yet so similar in the fact that we were holding—clinging to what we simply could not have.

Only he was at the loss of flesh and bone, and I of a soul set free.

But it seemed to be that we would lose both in the end.

Now was not a time we’d mark as such, and as he raises his axe to strike again I exhale lightly, my breath catching as he speaks, “Margaret, get ready.” I do not reply as he swings, only able to watch, this time willing myself not to blink, lest I miss even the shortest expanse of time.

He pulls back, axe dripping lightly with blood, and as a drop—two, three—splatters against the snow and taints its purity I raise my spear, partially to block the sight of crimson against white and partially to force myself to an action which I can only describe as mandatory.

Mandatory, just like living another night without having to watch the face of another I knew light across the sky.

Living, something I was sure we were not destined to be.

[Margaret DuBois attacks Gulper 1; Spear]
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[3100 -- Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

spear

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love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ] Mar 3, 2015 14:21:37 GMT -5

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Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Mar 3, 2015 14:21:37 GMT -5

Mex
Why Mexamillion Mex wonders as the annoying noobs stick blades into his pelt Why not Mexaninehundredthousand-ninehundred-and-ninetynine. There are so many things to ponder about his life. Ever since he was a wee mutt born in a little lab, he had a passion. A fire. Even though he's pretty sure the end is near, Mex won't give up. He flings himself towards the noobs again.

[attacks Margaret]
bg2XUgRvknife
[Two Severed Fingers on Left Hand -- 9.0 damage]

Claudieae
"GOTTA B FAST!" The she-mutt purrs happily as a hand disappears down her throat. She was the fastest. The cutest. The bestest mutt there was. She looks at the children in front of her. How many were there? There must have got at least 7.

[attacks Lex]
knife
[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

Sera pls
She had accidentally drank 10 espresso shots. This was the end. Her body was vibrating and maybe she was going to sprout wings. Or maybe it was the experiments that one capitolite had done before she woke... nah probably the espresso. She was just thinking of ways to improve her character directory (despite the protests of others) when she remembered the wee beasties. Oh yeah, gotta do that.

[attacks Lex]
knife
[Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage]

knife�knife�knife

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love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ] Mar 3, 2015 19:21:54 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 3, 2015 19:21:54 GMT -5

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With both of our attacks on the thing, it was practically dead. In fact, I thought it was dead, and just as soon as I turned my attention to the others that surrounded us, I heard a blood-curdling scream from behind me. I turned to find Margaret with a wound to match my own, her hand drenched in blood and her eyes with fire. "No!" I shouted. I was aware of the others clawing at my arm and my back as I ran, but I didn't really feel it. I didn't feel anything. I was supposed to be hollow, right?

"Leave her alone!" I spat, and raised the silvery object in my hands over my head and slammed it down as hard as I could. I was blinded by rage, by pain, by the absence of pain. I was blinded by shock that my fucking hand was about to fall off, practically, I was blinded by the fact that this could have been the end of Margaret and I.

How funny it would have been, hearing of the career from Four and his last ally dying because of these beefed up excuses for wild dogs.

No.

I wouldn't let that thought become a reality, I refused. So when I struck, I struck hard.

//attacks GULPER #1
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11009 -- Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage

LEX
RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

axe

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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 22:38:25 GMT -5

They say that if we boil it down to right where it starts,
Pain is nothing but a work of art.
But if this surely does hold true,
Then what is in it for me or for you?

For artistry is not for all just the same—
Not daring to be treated as just a game,
But rather a living,
Not for taking, and certainly not for giving.

No Margaret you were never,
Ever,
Destined to be this just from the start;
Don’t find fathomed grace in illusions of art.

I could never find beauty in it.

And as incisors cut clean though bone I do not scream, only suffocate on the sound of the hitch of my breath. I do not speak; do not move, only stare at the crimson dropping, falling to the snow at my feet, painting a canvas unmarred. The spear in my hand is suddenly a weight doubled and as I reach to steady it with the other I feel the flash of heat through my veins, red, the color of snow.

I manage to scream when the rawest of flesh touches cold metal.

Trying to tie words to the thought is a task unmanageable, but as Lex’s voice pierces through the crisp air and captures the philosophy in its entirety I only nod, never once taking my eyes off the visible bone, “No! Leave her alone.”

(“Just leave me alone—why won’t you leave me alone?”)

I had asked Ella the same thing.

For when our father’s tales had ended she’d sit at my side, asking me if I heard what a role she was destined to play—how she would rule the kingdom come and I’d be beside her on a secondary throne—how she would never let me slip from a collateral position.

I never wanted sympathy.

And I did not want it now.

Not even when Lex’s knife strikes the first beast across the thigh, and it falls, tumbles, slips from a reality it should have never seen. And despite relief I feel jealousy flooding my veins, envy flushing humility so that the former has a place to be known.

Stupid, lost, simple Mara, trying to play a hero.

Foolish, selfish, thoughtless Mara, who should’ve known her place.

I can feel the tears welling at the corners of my eyes as I hold tight to the weapon in my hand, for it is a lifeline and I am inches from letting go, and with each shallow cut and god forsaken miss I can feel the slipping, falling, tumbling from the throne.

My reign is not over yet.

[Margaret DuBois attacks Gulper 2; Spear]
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[3055 -- Stabbed in Stomach -- 9.5]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

spear

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Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Mar 3, 2015 23:34:51 GMT -5

Mex
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Claudieae
rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex

[attacks lex]
W9wp8P_tknife
[result]

Sera pls
rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex rip mex

[attacks Margaret]
knife
[result]

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knife�knife

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 4, 2015 0:08:19 GMT -5

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This time when I jabbed my blade into the creature, it didn't get back up.

filler but basically what the fuck?

and also screams that scare the remaining two mutts away

and literally still what the fuck

[lex takes gulper meat so he and mara can... gulp it down together u no wot i'm sayin]
[lex takes hide bc he like it]
[lex uses f/a for -3]
[lex uses n/t for -5]
[lex uses 5 ft of bandages for -1]
[lex accepts first aid from margaret]
[lex receives a tarp and a rope from sponsorship]
[lex flees]

LEX
RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

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love that keeps fueling me [ i&m day 2 fight ] Mar 5, 2015 18:34:41 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 18:34:41 GMT -5

My dearest Margaret
It seems to me,
That this boy from four—
He means more than you care to see.

He’s fleeing,
Flying,
Why’d you stay?
It’s cutting,
Scraping,
You never liked pain.

And it’s the scratching, the sharp tear of tender flesh that keeps adrenaline pulsing—pounding through my veins. Seconds pass—one, two, three—and I can count them all, time slowing until it crawls on its line, and as I raise my blade I count the seconds it slices through the air—one, two, three—before settling into the stomach of the second animal. Its blood shimmering against the reflected sun, and it seems as if I’m staring into the latter itself, blinded by a mixture of pain and fascination, and despite a voice, a conscience, or a will, I cannot convince myself to look away. And I do not, until I pull the spear from its stomach.

It’s then that the adrenaline plummets.

And then the world comes crashing down and I can feel sanity tumbling, spiraling, spilling from my veins, and I reach a hand out to grab onto something—anything, and my fingertips graze Lex’s sleeve as I will him to pause for just a moment more, but it’s to no avail, for his mind is trained on delivering us from the jaws of death, and with such a task comes complete focus on the path to freedom that sits sturdily in front of our feet. But it has been traveled before and time and time again it has shown that it does not always provide the security we have already shown ourselves so desperate to cling to.

(“Lex wait—I can’t”)

But the words choke, catch and break in my throat and evaporate into the air surrounding us without being heard, and unlike the words that fell so lightly from my lips just a few weeks ago (“I volunteer—” just memories now), these carry a different weight, and it seems that they’re pressing against my chest, but I cannot manage to thrust them off , and so I stumble and fall in the same direction as Lex, thoughts and actions falling as obstacles in each others’ paths instead of correlating, and the confusion that stems from the lack of harmony keeps the horizon in front of me blurred, as if watching snow fall through fogged glass.

But Lex is a light of sorts, plowing our path before my feet find the need to define it for themselves, and silent words of gratitude filter through my mind as we sprint, not stopping until we can no longer hear the snap of jaws at our heels. And even as he comes to a pause I continue, for their snarls are still dwindling in my ear, as if turning around meant stopping to stare into their eyes once again, and even a second more of that seemed worse than the throbbing of my lungs as they long for the cold air to fill them once again.

I see his head turn in surprise as I pass him, and it isn’t until his hand has caught gently upon my shoulder that I find a voice, “We can’t stay here, Lex, we have to leave; we have to—” And despite my desperate attempts to break away from his grasp he holds tight, pulling me to face him until I can do nothing but open my eyes to see his own.

“Mara, we’re safe here.”

For some reason I cannot believe this to be so.

But trust speaks a great volume when spoken by those who continually hold true.

[margaret flees]
[performs first aid on lex for -3]
[uses needle and thread on self for -5]
[uses bandages on self for -1]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

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