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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 17:00:50 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Mar 14, 2015 17:00:50 GMT -5

Chaske Parks
If I had a heart, I could love you

[presto]

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Ever since I ran away from the fight, I haven't been able to look at Wyatt. He killed her. The only piece of home I have. He destroyed her, but she would've killed him if he didn't kill her. He took several hits that fight, and his blood covered the pure white ground. It was no longer pure. None of it was. It was red and ruined, and her blood covers my skin. Her blood, the blood of the tiny girl from twelve, and his blood. All of it cakes against my skin, and now I'm stuck. I can't do anything anymore.

A fire floods through my veins, and I can't contain it. Wyatt should be fucking happy that Prism and Mason are here otherwise I would kill him like he killed her. His blood would be mine.

Yet, I still move beside him like I have to. I healed him after the fight. That's what brothers are for, right? What the fuck is even holding me to this band of brothers? Is it Mason? No. It can't be him because he tried to break my arm, and I haven't forgiven him for it. I'll never forgive him. It sure as hell isn't Wyatt. He just broke every thread of trust I had for him. I keep telling myself that it wasn't his fault. That he had to kill her, but he killed her, and I didn't ever get the chance to make up to her. I didn't get the chance to tell her I was sorry - yeah, I told her, but she was dead. Her cannon sounded. She didn't hear me.

"You killed her Chaske. You fucking killed her. It was you. Just like you killed mother and father. It was you!"

The voices rage inside my head, and I'm screaming at the top of my lungs unable to do anything. Unable to control myself. A howl from deep within my body matches that of a wild animal howling to the moon in the middle of the night.

"You're worthless! You're a screw up! You ruin everything!"

A stream of water pours from my eyes, and it's a miracle the tiny tears don't freeze against my face. It's so fucking cold, and now I'm dead. Nothing lives inside me anymore. A heart beats. Lungs expand and relax. But other than that, I'm an empty shell. Out of all the pain Father and Mother put me through, this is by far the worse pain imaginable. I can heal the physical wounds. Bruises goes away, cuts go away, but a broken heart never mends. I can't just slap a bandage across it and expect the cut to heal. It's fucking impossible. Pieces spread out so far, I can't reach them.

I might as well lay down in the snow and die.

After running away, I gathered a bundle of firewood, and a bunch of plants that have medical purposes. The firewood is needed in order to survive. The only water I've seen in the arena is that I found in the golden chest after climbing the fucking ice pillar. (I held the weapon that killed her in my hands.) Yet Prism stops beside me lighting a fire so I can boil the water. So I can make it pure and clean. Just like the snow once was. Pure and clean, but not it's no longer clean as it drinks the blood of those falling around us.

Mason Hammerfell lost his district partner. Prism Nixton lost his district partner, but none of them watched her fall before them killed by their allies. I never touched Hedvig, or Dillon, but they touched Mystic. They killed her. They killed her. What ever happened to caring about one another?

I could've saved her, but I didn't.

I chose to fight against her.

I chose to let her die.

"It's all your fault!"

I allow the jug of water to boil over the fire Prism created. My heart sits far within my stomach as it growls begging for something to eat. My throat burns for the taste of the water, yet I know I need to wait. The gamemakers gave me something, but I don't know if it's safe or not. After all, they want us to die.

My eyes find Wyatt sitting away from me. He killed her, and I want him dead, but at the same time I'm glad he's alive. He's my bro. Prism is my bro. Mason is my bro. We're all brothers here fighting for the same reason. I know all three of them want to make it home alive because it's exactly what I want. I want to live. I want to go home to prove to mother and father and chance and sister that I am who I said I am. I am the one capable of winning the games.

"kill him!"

A sudden urge has me on my feet, and I'm running towards him with my hands wrapped around the handles of the hatchets. One of them raised above my head as I march towards Wyatt. Ringing blares through my ears, and in a second he's on his feet. I'll kill him. I'll kill him! And he's moving towards me with the ice pick raised high. I'm about to strike, I swear, when out of nowhere Mason lands on top of me tossing me towards the ground, and my eyes wonder to Wyatt, and Prism has him pinned against a tree. Yelling at him. Tears pour from my eyes as incoherent animal like sounds erupt from my lips.

Somehow I break free of his grasps, and I stagger towards a tree fighting to hold my head on straight. I slide down against it bringing my knees to my chest. My eyes focus on a point in the distance, and I don't move once I place the jug next to the fire. I don't move or think or do anything. I just sit and breathe.

Then the anthem blares through the arena, and I feel myself breaking. Falling farther and farther away from reality as tears sweep down my face mixing with the snot pouring from my nose. I can't - don't want - to look, yet I need to. For Mystic. For her to show her my last bit of respect. To show her that I care for her. That I need her right now.

Quartz Caplin of District One
Mystic Trotter of District Nine
Gaia Cross of District Twelve

Another career gone, and if I've counted correctly only three remain. The three career males. Mason is one of them, and he's still by my side fighting along with me. He's killed someone today. My heart breaks over and over each time I think about Mystic. My district partner. I'll fight for you. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're never forgotten. Thirteen of us are left alive. Thirteen left in the game. Twelve more must die. Twelve more before the crown can be placed on my head.

(A temporary crown. One that will fall apart like the world around me.)

Sighing heavily, I place the empty jug of water, and my newly purified jug of water inside my bag before turning my back towards everyone. I nestle down against the bag keeping my head off the snow, and for the first time in two nights, I allow myself to fall asleep. I allow the night to consume me, and my only hope was nobody would kill me in my sleep.

The next morning the voices of my allies wake me as they talk. For a moment my eyes shift around, and I close my eyes listening to the sound of my heart ticking inside my temples. My chest rises and falls as each breath enters and leaves my body. I'm... I'm alive. Nobody killed me unless this is some sort of horrible dream - this entire arena is a fucking nightmare, and it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake anymore. Gathering all my supplies I throw my backpack on my shoulder. Quickly, I make sure the hatchets are within reach so I can grab them easily in case I need one.

Once again we're on our feet moving through the arena. Moving through the frozen hell. My toes are growing cold and numb. My head slouches forward with every step I take. The tension runs high, and I want to bring it down. I want to apologize to Wyatt for what he did. We're in the hunger games. Killing isn't a choice - it's a must.

After walking for a while and dodging the branches of the trees, a tall tower stands high in the horizon. My eyes widen as I stare at it wondering what it is, yet I don't run towards it. I follow behind them. Mason, Prism, and Wyatt. A band of murderers. No longer would this be considered a band of brothers. It was shattered. Broken. Torn to shreds.

A giant ice castle sits in the distance. A miraculous sight compared to the rest of the arena. Doors ajar, I want to stop and not move inside, yet the reflection of the light, of the snow crashing towards the ground mesmerizes me drawing me closer and closer until I'm finally inside. Cracked floors, knocked down columns - it looks like a tornado ran wild. My eyes rest on the throne. Hints of blood stain the solid ice. Every single hair on the back of my neck rise into the air as a lump forms in my throat. I can't breath.

Reaching down, I pick up some of the rubble and sort through it wondering what's beneath it. Gripping one of the pieces in my hand, I throw it as hard as I can towards the ceiling of the castle praying with everything inside of me that it doesn't come crashing down at any second. Just the other day I was on top of the fucking world, and now I'm standing here like a fucking peasant in the ruined castle. It probably was once a beautiful sight, but now it's as ruined as those of us in the arena. The thirteen of us left alive.

A light bulb burst inside my mind. This is my palace. My throne room. When the games end, I will sit upon this throne as the metal crown is placed upon my head, and I, Chaske Parks, will be the king of the world.

My eyes turn from one place to another trying to figure out what happened. Death. People died here, and it's over. Over for them. Fragments of ice shards cover the ground, and I swear I can see the face of my district partner staring at me. I shake my head and the world seems frozen for only a moment.

I inhale sharply,

And in the distance something moves. Something or someone.

It's my turn to kill.

I remove a hatchet, and I throw it with all my might, and honestly I don't care who's in front of me.

I don't care who I hit.

After all, this is the hunger games.

Chaske attacks {Monmonmo #1} | throwing hatchet

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[result: 10196 -- Miss (Axe lost) -- 0 damage]

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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 17:03:06 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Mar 14, 2015 17:03:06 GMT -5

She’s gone too.

It was my fault, my fault that Chaske’s district partner was no longer in the arena, my fault that he was mad at me. And while I knew it was my fault, I did not feel regret. I did not feel remorse. All of that time in the arena had made me hardened to any soft emotions I still had left. Anger, fear, hatred, and a little dose of cynicism was my life before the Games and it was the only emotions I still had any connection with. The only emotion left that I let sneak through—

I turned my gaze away from Prism, refusing to allow myself to dwell on my thoughts. It was the fourth day—but it felt way longer—and I knew that the time was soon, the time that we would all walk away with our backs to each other. I thought it was going to happen the previous day, the minute my weapon collided with that girl’s leg. After that fight, everything was so tense, I wanted to light a spark to let the air break apart. It was almost a relief when Chaske tried to attack me, and I had to admit that I was more than ready to counterattack the minute he tried anything. I wanted to punch Prism for holding me back, but after seeing Chaske cry, I knew it was better that I hadn’t tried anything.

Everything was alright—for just a little longer. District partners were no longer going to be a factor—I was the only one in our alliance who had a district partner still in the Games, but Margaret and I seemed to have come to an agreement that we did not care for each other—but there were any amount of factors that could break our alliance in an instant. I couldn’t sleep that night with the idea that one of them could kill me the one second I looked away. We were supposed to be an alliance, a group who could rely on each other, and yet we were already starting to break apart.

I spent most of my time staring in the distance, relying on my ears to account for my “allies” movements. I was so certain with my method that I was shocked when I felt something on my cheek and I turned in shock to see Prism standing there and giving me a wink. Before I could open my mouth, he ran off and I just stared at him. Did I mind what he just did? Absolutely not. I was taken aback by his boldness in sneaking up on me like that, but I did not mind that kiss. How often had—

No. I turned my head away. I couldn’t get attached to anyone, even Prism. That crazy bastard. Some people would tell me how their lives would change from just one look. I laughed it off, calling them the same type of dreamer my mother was. But when I really thought about it, I knew I liked the guy the minute I watched the recap of his reaping. Did I like him though? I kept staring when I thought I heard a noise and looked at my allies, seeing if they had heard the same thing.

For just this one moment, we would be united again. And if we ended up going our separate ways after this fight, then I was going to have to consider taking Prism with me.

[attacks monmonmo #2/mutt #2; ice pick]
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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Mar 14, 2015 17:06:57 GMT -5

mason hammerfell

It was like watching a child. Chazz constantly glared at Wyatt. His eyes never leaving his, and I could see the anger, the hatred spreading across his face. Wyatt was glaring too. Looking at him. I could slice through the tension. I could change it and turn it into a food ready to be devoured. One thing I noticed was how Chazz never took his hands off the handles of the hatchets. He was prepared to use them, and in a split second he did. I watched as he was on his feet heading straight towards Wyatt. Wyatt was already standing ready to attack. I wouldn't allow it. I wouldn't allow my pawns to kill each other before it was time. Apparently Chazz didn't learn anything. I'm running forward pouncing on top of him pinning him towards the ground, and Prism pushes Wyatt against a tree. And he's crying. Sobbing violently, and I'm not sure what to do. His words are incoherent, but I make out one tiny thing he says. "At least you didn't have to watch your district partner be torn to pieces by allies!" It angers me. I've known Hedvig all my life. I've trained with her. I've sparred with her, and she's gone, and this fool has the audacity to try and make up for it. My words shut him up, and he breaks free of the grasp I have on him, and he's running away before reclining against a tree.

Maybe it was a good thing this happened because it seems the tension is gone. I just hope we can all work together until it's time and we can no longer call ourselves allies. Prism sets up first watch, and I watch with him because I won't have those two morons killing each other because in all reality I need them right now. In the morning we're moving. I'm amazed that we survived the night, but at the same time I'm more excited for the bloodshed. I want to hear the sounds of people screaming. I want to know what they do as the life flies from their bodies as their souls are torn from the world. Wyatt's one up on me, and it's time I become better than him. Better than everyone else in this arena. My hands quickly grip the axe, and when they move, I'm moving with them tossing an axe towards whatever is coming our way.

I lag behind my allies. I never thought we'd all stay together after what went down between Chaske and Wyatt. The two nearly fought before Prism and I broke it up. I remember seeing the faces of the tributes Wyatt and I killed. The biggest surprise came in the form of the girl from one's face being displayed in the sky. By my count only three careers left including myself. The cold is kicking everyone's behind. Never in all my years did I think something so simple as weather could affect the entire games. It all comes down to staying warm. Still I've done well for myself. Staying sufficiently warm enough to kill not only mutts but living tributes as well. Only one kill so far though that number will increase in time. Much as I dislike Wyatt there's no denying his strength. It'll be an interesting fight if we came to blows. Chaske and Prism? They're strong in their own right, but no match for me. A sudden noise alerts me that someone or something is nearby. I ready my axes for another fight.

-Mason attacks mutt 2/monmonmo 2

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10019 -- Deep Gash on Neck -- 10 damage

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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 17:08:22 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Mar 14, 2015 17:08:22 GMT -5

*Prism Nixton*
District 3 Male Tribute of the 69th Hunger Games

Literally Prism could cut through the tension of his alliance with nothing more than his fingers. Chaske was constantly glaring at Wyatt as if conforming some sort of plan to kill him. While Wyatt did his best to avoid the tortured kid's eyes. Prism knew though a storm was coming. One way or another Mason and him would have to step in when the first clash of cataclysmic violence ensued and devoured the thin peace.

Prism could feels his fingers twiddling ready at any moment to dive. To defend. To attack. It was as if he was in a fight with no one other than the future itself. Prism couldn't stop it from happening. It was a one way fight that he would lose. The only thing he could do now was try to prevent whatever came, if it came. Oh it will, his mind whispered maliciously to him.

Then it happened.

Just like a lightning bolt igniting the surface of a tree into intricate flames. The entire scene unfolded in one milisecond blink. However Prism was prepared, and apparently so was Mason for the moment Chaske dived at Wyatt with his axes Mason was upon him. Forcing the kid into a screaming fit on the floor. Yet Prism had to do his part as he threw his arms against Wyatt who glared angrily at Chaske.

Prism's chest seared with pain from the wound he had acquired but he wouldn't let himself give in. Even as the trickles of scarlet life ran down his chest he kept pushing. Urging Wyatt away from a decision he would most likely regret. If Wyatt killed Chaske Mason would turn and kill Wyatt. A scene Prism very much didn't want to see happen.

"Damn it stop Wyatt stop! We stopped him, we got your back but you have to stop! Don't be stupid here! You want to get back home I know you do, but killing him is a major step backwards!" Prism cried out to Wyatt. Prism could feel his heart racing like a horse across grain covered fields. His body screamed in pain as his chest pulsated the heat of blood.

Prism let out a massive sigh as Wyatt shoved him off and sulked off ahead. Prism's breath faltered as he rested a hand against a nearby tree. Fuck, the thought continued to run rampant through his mind. His wound was really jacked up now that it had been forcefully reopened. Prism needed something more heavy duty if he was going to patch it up.

As if on queue the familiar and glorious beeps of a silver parachute echoed through the silent woods. Anxiously Prism fumbled forward for the chute until he clutched it in his hands. It didn't take him long to open the package and see the beautiful sight of a fully stocked med kit. A weak smile twisted across Prism's face as he looked up at the snowy sky. "Thanks Klaus, I guess you really do give a shit."

Prism's hands worked quickly to sew up the wound, which hurt like living hell without pain meds he might add. However, once he sealed it away from the prying eyes of Panem with some bandages he pulled himself to his feet. Mason was waiting nearby while Wyatt and Chaske were no where in sight. Prism's eyebrows raised in concern but Mason just shrugged.

Surely enough a few yards later Mason and himself came across the two as they sat just staring at each other from across the clearing. Prism let out a snort of annoyance as he threw his gear down. "Well I guess we are staying here for the night. I will take the first watch tonight. I will be watching." He said adding emphasis to the final phrase. Prism was done fucking around. They needed to work together or die alone. Their pity squabbles were irrelevant to the situation at hand.

Prism's eyes blinked slowly as he watched the colors of the sky dance again. They numbed his mind's constant worry and grief as they offered a source of beauty. In every vibrant streak of red he saw DJ's glimmering beauty. In every purple dance he saw Velocity's perfection. He was reminded of their passing but was but at ease by their beauty. It was...nice.

The anthem blared on queue and vanished on queue just the same. Three faces shone in the disorientating field of lights. All of which Prism didn't care for. He didn't even care about Chaske's district partner. She was the enemy, it was her or them. They all made their choices. Chaske would need to learn to cope with the lose of his district partner. Prism and Mason sure had.

Prism and his allies continued their haul through the forest as their feet moved in equal movements. There wasn't a step out of line or a word out of place. It was all serious. It was all game time. The previous day in the back of their minds as they looked only on what would become of this new dawn.

As usual Prism and Wyatt led the band of blood brothers into the new territory. Gleaming brilliantly ahead of them in an amazing arctic display of art was a magnificent castle of ice. Prism grinned at first as he imagined living in this place, but it would not do. Not in an arena anyway.

Out of no where Prism felt like he wanted to test his boundaries with Wyatt again. He wanted to see how far they could go. What they could do in their time together. So without warning he quickly slipped Wyatt a kiss on the cheek before running up ahead to inspect the grand structure.

Prism nearly hurled at the sight before him. Part of the palace was collapsed and blood was splattered everywhere. On the walls, the floors, even streaked across the throne of ice. Prism's grip on his axe tightened as he now knew this was a place of pain and death.

A crackle of snow made Prism turn towards something. He wasn't sure what it was but if it was moving it was an enemy. Prism let out a warning whistle to his allies as they prepared to strike. Taking a deep breath Prism let his strength to survive and the long hours of training kick in.

His axe lunged down towards its victim relentlessly as Prism let out a cry of battle. A cry for victory. A cry for his brothers.

"Lets Bury These Bitches In The Ground!"

-Prism attacks Monmonmo #1 with Pick Axe-

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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 19:04:44 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Mar 14, 2015 19:04:44 GMT -5

ODE A POD OF MONMONMO

O, Mighty Monmonmo
Let us sing your glory
From the edge of your teeth
To the tip of your horny.

O, Mysterious Monmonmo
Great are your pods
This threesome known throughout
As the best of the mods

O, Cursed Monmonmo
We have little to offer but
The taste of our flesh
Perhaps only a shallow cut?

O, Historic Monmonmo
Won't your hear
A tribute's desperation
In his final plea?

O, Fearsome Monmonmo
We worship thee
With our fiery weapons
And our ready flees

[Renesmee attacks Chaske; teeth/knife]

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[Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5 damage]

[The Last Narwhalhorn slaps Wyatt; fin/blunt]

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[Tobias attacks Mason; teeth/knife]

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Post by Knuckles on Mar 14, 2015 20:03:45 GMT -5

Chaske Parks
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[presto]

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This is my kingdom. The place where the crown will sit upon my head at the end of the games. Nobody ever told me I was the ruler, that I was in charge, yet here I am fighting. Blood of others cakes against my skin, and now I can't move. Can't think, but as wooden handle of the hatchet runs through my hand, I feel comfortable. I'm excited. I'm happy. I'm on top of the world because I am the king, and this is my kingdom.

Yet I didn't act like it.

A king doesn't cry when a peasant dies.

A king doesn't try to kill one of their loyal men.

A king doesn't try to push away the ones who care about them.

And I did all of them.

My eyes remain fixed on the stupid beast, and I swing a hatchet, but it only causes my blood to boil. The hatchet went sailing by the thing slithering through the snow. My blood boils throughout my body as a light snow coats the ground. The sound of my heart ticking inside my chest echoes throughout my brain over and over. Tick. Tick. Tick. A simple rhythm dancing through the night. Thankfully Wyatt and Prism and Mason all attacked the ugly beasts coming towards us. A single trail flows behind them inch by inch little by little. And I don't know what they are, but I know that they're here to hurt us. Here to kill us like everyone else in this godforsaken place.

I'm moving trying to stay away. Trying to move away from the thing leaving my allies in the dust, but it's coming for me, and in a split second it's teeth are sticking out of my chest. Blood pours down the front of my body, and I'm staggering backwards for only a moment.

"Let's teach Chaske a lesson. We'll show him how to be a good boy. Isn't that right? Let's show him what happens when he messes up. We'll show him that he's not the good boy he's supposed to be. His brother is supposed to be the good one. He's the stupid one. He's the one that needs to suffer the pain. He's the one that will die."

My cheeks burn for a moment as the world spins around me. It hurts. Everything hurts especially seeing the stupid snake things miss my allies. The blood stains the ground in front of me. The pure snow, the ice, every fucking thing here isn't one worth it. It's not pure. It's never been pure. Bones of those that have fought here reside here trapped beneath the heavy snow as the Capitol seeks to devour everyone of us alive.

A tiny shard of hope shattered into tons of pieces as an insivisble hand wrapped around my throat. I can't breath. I can't move as the world spins over and over leaving me stuck behind. My vision blurs with tears as they threaten to fall down my face, but I blink them away only the grip grows tighter and tighter. I feel like someone took a match and lit my lungs on fire. They scream for air for the oxygen needed to survive. It hurts. Everything hurts, and my vison fades away quickly.

Now, now, Chaske, be a good boy.

Why? Why is everyone bothering me? Why do they tell me to do what they want me to do? I'm Chaske Parks. I'm my own human being.

Tightening my hand around another hatchet, I turn towards the stupid thing that just pierced my chest. The one that just went through forcing my blood to fall towards the ground, and I stare at it.

I will not be a good boy.

You will, or I will be one for you.

"YOU STUPID PIECE OF CRAP WILL DIE RIGHT NOW!"

That's enough, Chaske. That's enough. Mother and Father aren't very proud. After all, you killed them, and I will kill you.

Chaske attacks {Renesmee/Mutt #1} | throwing hatchet

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[result: 10021 -- Shallow Cut on Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Mar 14, 2015 20:05:05 GMT -5

Just like the past days the fight came out of no where. It was all just the same crap over and over again. Just changing scenes for the battles. Today they were out of his element, out of the forest. Now they took up arms against the enemies of the frozen castle.

I will kill them all.

Chaske had overstepped earlier and I needed some way to vent my rage. This would be perfect. Nothing more than target practice. These mutts would feel my wrath. They would feel the burden that Chaske had brought down upon them. They were going to feel his axe split their bodies into to.

I gritted my teeth as I spotted my target. Time for the little crap to die. I wanted some blood on my hands. For the first time I was ready to kill. Maybe it would help. I hope it would. I wanted to go back to being the one who didn't really care. But you do. Shut up.

[attacks monmonmo 2; ice pick]
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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Mar 14, 2015 20:14:50 GMT -5

mason hammerfell

Once again all four of us fight as a united alliance. Chaske attacked one of the mutts in front of me, but Wyatt and I went after another. Prism came to the aid of Chaske. Thing is I think Chaske still full of so much anger toward Wyatt that he overthrew his axe past the mutt. Wyatt hit another with very little damage. Me? I just cut its neck open. Somehow still alive, but no matter it'll die soon enough. Prism managed to knick the mutt Chaske missed, but that's about it. All in all we didn't do much damage as a whole. The others will have to pick it up in order to escape this fight unharmed. Chaske suffered a nasty chest wound while Wyatt and I easily dodged the attacks on us. We're doing well so far. I look at Chaske before staring down the mutt I intend to kill.

It wasn't something I enjoyed watching those around me fail as I did all the heavy work, but something had to come of it. Something had to fall into place. Chaske was due a good attack. He just needed the right angle. The right placement, and maybe the right distraction, but for now one of these things is trying to kill me, and for that one of their own must die. The blood of this ugly serpent thing will spread across the ground, and it'll die. By my hands. Not by Wyatt's, or Prism's, or Chaske's, but by mine. Hedvig would've killed this thing by now. She wouldn't be standing here watching this go down. She would focus, and that's what I do. I focus, and I attack once again.

-Mason attacks mutt 2/momo 2/The Last Narwhalhorn

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10125 -- Deep Gash on Chest -- 9.5 damage

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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 20:16:40 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Mar 14, 2015 20:16:40 GMT -5

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    Prism was surprised by the how weak and non united his alliance seemed as they hacked away at the mutts. Yet in a way he really wasn't. With all the tension he wasn't surprised by how shitty they were all fighting, himself included. All the drama and shit between Chaske and Wyatt was clouding their triumph. That could not be allowed.

    Prism sure as hell was not going to let himself die over their stupidity. So as the mutts made their round of viciously and easy attacks. Prism simply watched his targets closely tuning out the distractions of the world. If his allies weren't going to ball up like Mason he would. It was time he showed off his skills as a career anyway.

    Prism watched as one of the odd creatures flicked back towards his friends, his pack. However Prism saw its flaw clearly. It wasn't obvious but it was capable of being hit. Prism grinned then without a moment's hesitation shot forward like a lightning bolt. Then he brought down his axe with all the power of DJ and Velocity. They would help him here now as they guided his blade towards the creatures heart.

    Night, night motherfucker. Tell my girls hi for me.

-Prism attacks Monmonmo #1 with Pick Axe-

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Results:Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder -- 3.5 damage
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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 21:57:20 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Mar 14, 2015 21:57:20 GMT -5

ONCE UPON A POD

Once upon a pod, there where three Monmonmos as close as could be. The eldest, Renesmee, was known for the flare of her horn, for the skill with which she speared the many fish of the sea. The second, The Last Narwhalhorn, was known for its grace as it slithered silently over ice and gravel, never disturbing a stone. The third, Tobias, was known for his bravery and hunger, never leaving a scrap of food behind.

It is said that when the three are apart, which happens perhaps once in a moon, they wail until they find each other again. For without Nessie they are unguarded, without Narwhalhorn they are disjointed, and without Toby they are starving. It is said a great misfortune will fall he should break the bond of the pod.

Beware.

[Renesmee attacks Prism; teeth/knife]

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[Stabbed in Hand -- 8.0 damage]

[The Last Narwhalhorn slaps Chaske; fin/blunt]

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[Block -- 0.0 damage]

[Tobias attacks Wyatt; teeth/knife]

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[Miss -- 0.0 damage]

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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 22:29:47 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Mar 14, 2015 22:29:47 GMT -5

Chaske Parks
If I had a heart, I could love you

[presto]

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Nobody would kill me. Not a stupid serpent slithering through the snow. Not the tributes lurking somewhere in this arena. Not the peacekeepers of the nation. Not even President Snow himself. Nobody was capable of it because life was better, stronger, when people worked together, yet in the end only one is Capable of wearing the crown. One will have the metal crown pinned against his head as the rest of the tribute parish. Souls wander through the wilderness looking for a place to go, a place to stay, a place to eat, and this is mine. My kingdom. My palace.

Nobody can destroy it.

My chest hurts. It's not nearly as bad as the pain that was tearing my heart apart last night after he killed her. It wasn't his fault. I let it happen. I failed her as a district partner, and now she's dead. The harsh spoken promise were nothing compared to the way the blade struck against her fragil skin tearing her apart. It's almost the same way this serpent is tearing me apart. It's teeth bared as it slides towards me preparing to end my life in the midst of my kingdom.

It's walls fell down. The stupid people back in the Capitol shattered everything I had worked for. The score of a one carries much further than that of an eleven because in all reality it takes some amazing skill to get a one. Nobody would dare walk out of a session like I did. Nobody would dare call the gamemakers the title I created for them, and now I want to show them how big of a coward the truly are. Every single bit of pain they caused me is more pain that I'll shower them with. Taking each second one by one and turning it into a life time of pain. Making sure those fools never see the light of day again after my kingdom rules the world.

They'll be nothing more than stupid little pissants smashed beneath the soles of my boots as I'm walking along.

All because they hurt me.

Blood pours from my chest covering the ground before my eyes. Painting it a crimson red. And I can't watch as the others attack. I can't watch as the same serpent pierces the hand of one of my brothers, but it gives me enough time to see it coming at me. One of the serpent's brothers (or sisters?) It doesn't matter, but it's attacking swinging it's fin at me trying to kill me like the other one did, but it doesn't hit me. It hits the hatchet resting in my hand.

A large grin spreads across my face. It's time to kill. It's time to destroy every last one of these because in the end it'll get me exactly what I want. I'll show the world who they're messing with. I'll show them that nobody messes with me. Not even some stupid serpents controlled by those resting comfortably back at the Capitol.

Now, now Chaske...

I throw the hatchet.

Maybe this time it'll make Mother and Father and Chance and sister proud.

Chaske attacks {Renesmee/Mutt #1} | throwing hatchet

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[result: 10183 -- Deflected -- 0 damage]

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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 22:31:34 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Mar 14, 2015 22:31:34 GMT -5

Damn it! I let out an annoyed grunt as a pull my axe away from the mutt. I was doing awful in this fight. These mutts were hardly anything compared to the other horrors I have faced. I have even allowed blood to stain my hands. I am a killer. I need to survive. I need to get my crap together.

As I plan my next attack I let my mind stray from my quarrel with Chaske. He didn't matter right now. What was the more important thing was putting an end to these weird creatures. I had to start pulling my weight again. If I want to survive that is.

I let out a long sigh into the whispering winter wind as my eyes focus on a nearby mutt. It was moving awkwardly from the pain of its bleeding wounds. Part of me wanted to feel bad for the thing but I couldn't. This thing was made in a lab and was bred to kill him. This thing wouldn't feel sympathy.

As my arms itch for the death of one of these mutts I raise my axe to strike. I clear my mind of all the stuff I don't need. It was time for me to go back to the old me. The me who proved his worth. The killer. The true Wyatt of District Seven.

[attacks Monmonmo #2 with his ice pick]
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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 22:40:18 GMT -5

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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Mar 14, 2015 22:40:18 GMT -5

mason hammerfell

Can't believe the unity amongst us. I thought we'd still be fighting each other. Wanting to open gashes on each other rather than fighting as a well oiled machine. If any group of people would have told me Wyatt and Chaske workting together to take down the mutts would have happened after what went down, I'd have said y'all're crazy. Truth be told, I was ready to ditch the group if their issues caused anymore distractions. Thankfully that isn't the case right now. We're all in this together. The others might not be hitting strong but we're working together. More than I would have thought after the fiasco in the forest. Once Chaske cools down, I know he'll begin to pull his weight. He's a decent fighter all he needs to do is channel his rage towards the mutts.

Prism and Wyatt? Their hearts don't appear to be in their swings. Not hitting like they should. I need these guys much as I won't admit it. We've done well. Patched up any wounds suffered. Nothing can stop us when we're all on the same page. We're strong. Thing is we're not completely in synch with each other at the moment. No one is hitting strong except myself. I need some help from the others. Prism suffered a nasty wound, but Chaske and Wyatt dodged the attacks on them. It's only a matter of time before the mutts' hits are more brutal. We've gotten lucky so far but for how much longer? I don't want to fool around like the others. I will end this one way or the other. If the others want to be hit by the mutts? Let them. Only then do I see Wyatt sever the leg off of one of these things finally killing it. I look at my allies and nod off in the distance. Time to get out of here.

-Mason flees the fight-
-uses first aid on Chaske Parks for -3
-gives Chaske Parks one medicinal plant-
-collects thrown axes-
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Post by Arrows on Mar 14, 2015 22:48:40 GMT -5

*Prism Nixton*
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     Prism couldn't help but let out a howl of happiness an triumph as Wyatt chopped down one of the beasts. It was insane how good Wyatt was at this whole killing business. Part of Prism wanted to worry but right now he was just more relieved than anything else. Now they could all get the fuck away from these things.

     Then pain shot through Prism's hand like a fire had hit a propane tank. "OUCH SHIT!" He hollered as he looked to see one of the horned beasts pulling away from a stab wound in his hand. Rage pulsed through Prism equal to the amount of pain that was radiating over his arm. "What the fuck was that for you little shit! i didn't even try to cut you up!"

    Prism suddenly snapped as he walked over to the large hunk of dead flesh that was on the ground by Wyatt. Without hesitating he chopped the things horn off and showed it to its friends. "You better fucking remember this!" Then he pulled out the length of string he had been holding into and tied the horn to his head creating a sort of unicorn.

     "Lets go boys, we're done here!"

Prism Flees the current Fight
Collect the Monmonmo's Horn(With Wyatts approval)
uses length of string and horn to create a unicorn head band thingy(if thats cool?)
Uses F/A on self for -3
uses N/T on self for -5
Uses 5ft bandages on self for -1
Drinks from his full water jug

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if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo} Mar 14, 2015 22:51:37 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Mar 14, 2015 22:51:37 GMT -5

A POD END

Sleep well, little Monmonmo. You served your country well. As for the other two, well, there is less grace on their lives, but no less brutality. They've tasted blood, and they want more.

[Renesmee attacks Chaske; teeth/knife]

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[Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage]

[Tobias attacks Wyatt; teeth/knife]

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[Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder -- 3.5 damage]

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