don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 14, 2015 17:18:36 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 17:18:36 GMT -5

My child, the number of divinity is three,
It’s a triad of comfort, won’t you see?
And though the day passes to night,
Don’t let original motives fall from your sight.

As we set claim under the trees and their hanging branches I scarcely take my eyes off of the girl from five, letting the thoughts of curiosity and hostility meld until they cannot be distinguished. It takes the epitome of self-control to hold back biting words, especially as I settle back against Lex for the third night in a row. His demeanor had shifted considerably, and the arrogance that had so engulfed him earlier had faded to the contentment, and as his arm wraps around to press my body even tighter against his I exhale softly, setting my head against his shoulder and shifting my attention between the girl in front of us and the night sky, blaring with its battle cry and lament of the fallen.

Three faces cross the sky, and two of them had turned their blades against my skin.

I cannot say I shiver when their faces fade.

Instead I settle back, closing my eyes so that both visions match and the thought of the girl from five is as far from my mind as I can possibly push the thought. Lex and I didn’t have a need for anything more than each other, and if he hadn’t learned this from Hedvig’s death I doubted he ever would. If he was in denial, then we were in for more trouble than the threat of claw or teeth barred against us.

We’d fight that monster as it came to pass.

But first comes the break of day, and as I awake to light shattering the shelter of the trees I groan, elbowing Lex slightly to stir him from slumber. “Lex,” it comes as a whisper, and I prod again, pushing harder until I can feel him jerk underneath my touch, “Lex, come on, we can ditch third wheel if we hurry.” The chuckle that resonates leaves me scowling as I throw myself off of him, being deliberate to brush off the snow that’s stuck to my clothing onto him, “Lex, if you don’t get up in the next five seconds I’m going to shove so much snow in your pants you’ll find the true meaning of snowsuit.”

I can sense the amusement radiating from the girl behind us, and as I stand up straight to face her I make sure our gazes lock before reaching down to collect our items, making sure to let it knock against Lex as I sling it over my shoulder.

Staying here is only wishing death to fleeting souls, and so we travel again in an almost perfect silence, the chatter of our teeth being the only thing that threatens to break it. There are no chatters or chirps, no screams or shouts, and no anger or dismay to be found in the sights, sounds, or minds of the vicinity, and the stark difference from the days before causes apprehension to creep past the boundaries of placidness.

And it seems that our steps are not a gradual fade, but rather a crossing of lines from one world into the next, for the line of trees gives way to a field of light, and turning back to face the trees casts a rather dark shadow on the reflective snow.

I turn to face Lex, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth for the first time since the flames of the burny rabbits had been set ablaze, “Enlightening, isn’t it?”

The creature that lunges towards us, however, threatens to throw us back to the dark.

[Margaret DuBois attacks Lophiiformes #1; Spear]
hO_glZKtspear
[3178 -- Deep Gash on Chest -- 9.5 damage]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 14, 2015 17:21:37 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 14, 2015 17:21:37 GMT -5

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I was trapped.

At first, I assumed the wall was glass, but one touch with my hand and I knew the slick feel of ice was beneath it. But it was in pristine condition, perfectly polished, perfectly transparent. The gigantic case would have been something to marvel at if I could focus on it's beauty instead of what it was keeping me from. Just on the other side of it, my parents and Leisa were in forced sitting positions. Their hands were tied behind their backs and all of their faces were pressed into the crystal blanket of snow beneath them. A band of peacekeepers stood behind them, a perfectly straight line of white uniforms and masks. They all remained motionless at first, but the one on the end closest to me snapped his head in my direction and even though I couldn't see the menacing glare I was sure he held on me, I could feel it.

One second, two, seconds, three, four, he stared, and then the entire line exploded forward. They began beating my family with batons, kicking them in their stomachs. My sister rolled over on her side and I could see the ghastly expression she wore. I could see my father begging for them to stop, but I could not hear any of it. It was a silence that hurt my ears to listen to. I beat merciless on the glass wall and it wouldn't come crashing down, it wouldn't let me through. I was trapped, and my family was being murdered.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! NO!" but none of them relented. My mother stood and faced me. Crimson trails blazed themselves down her face. Her hair was matted and dirty and filled with powdery white snow. Her skin was dirty and her clothes were old and tattered. "Lex." she said, and I could hear her. "Lex, come on..." with every word, the ground rumbled, and eventually it came crashing down. And I did the same.

My eyes opened. "we can ditch third wheel if we hurry."

A dream. It had only been a dream.

Margaret laughed at her cruel joke, and I wondered if she realized they were always cruel, and therefore a bit less special, or if she even knew how to be kind to a person without following up the kindness with a sarcastic remark or a steely glare, or, in this case, a threat: "Lex, if you don’t get up in the next five seconds I’m going to shove so much snow in your pants you’ll find the true meaning of snowsuit." I rolled over to face her. "I'm up, Ms. Pleasant." she reciprocated by slamming her bag into me as she slung it over her shoulder.

"How kind of you." I looked over at our new-found friend. "Come on, Fairy. We've got places to be and people to kill."

The lights were beautiful from afar, but from up close, it was a type of exhilaration that was explainable. It seemed almost other-wordly, even by Capitol standards. The lights danced freely through the open plains, shades of pink and purple and blue and green and yellow all mingling with one another, stretching across the skies and dancing along to heir own beats. "I think we've gone too long without eating, guys." I said, unable to keep my jaw from unhinging. It was true, we had hardly eaten in our time here, and I thought that perhaps that was partially the reason why what I stared at was so insane. Hunger may have been costing me my sanity.

Which is why when I first noticed Margaret attacking, I was not sure if what I watched was real. But no, it was real. Very real. And so I burst forward like the peacekeepers had after my family, and I attacked.

//attacks Lophiiformes #1
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11058 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage

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RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 14, 2015 18:03:02 GMT -5

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Mar 14, 2015 18:03:02 GMT -5

pixie ruined | district five | 69th hunger games

I can feel them watching me with everything I do. Every breath, every minute. Every movement, every hour. I don't feel welcome with them, and the Maggie has made that clear. She looks at me differently - which of course, is understandable, but why isn't she grateful for another ally? Why isn't she grateful for another fighting spirit? Why isn't she grateful there is another body to protect her?

I lie down underneath some trees. The anthem plays above me and my tired eyes watch. Three faces dance across the sky. Two are so familiar it hurts. It was only a matter of hours ago that I had Mystic and Gaia by my side, ready to protect me with every move I'd make. I'd do the same for them - but as I watch their names and faces fade into the night sky, I feel different.

It's like I don't care. I know that somewhere inside, there is a part of me that is crying out for help and guidance - a part that is broken because her allies are now dead. But, I can't find it. The majority of my body feels cold. Cold, as in temperature but I'm beginning to think that my mind has been frostbitten - and it is spreading around my body, freezing every little detail in its path.

I exhale a gentle sigh which is the extent of my reaction to their deaths. I close my eyes and turn over onto my side so that I face away from the other two and open my eyes once more. It's so serene. The night time is the only time I'll ever feel safe in this arena. The peacefulness is beautiful and has an attractive harmony, but I know that it won't last.

~

It was no surprise that I woke up early. It was starting to become natural now. I open my eyes slightly, greeted by the pleasant shine of the winter sun. A gust of wind flows over me and the branches of the trees rustle with it. A leaf falls down and I watch as it drifts delicately with the air until it buries itself firmly and deeply into the fresh snow. It has an easy life, a carefree life. Why can't I?

I hear the whispering behind me, indicating they've finally awoken. They speak too quietly for my frosty ears to hear - so I try not to strain myself because they are probably talking about me. How they'll get up and crack my head open with the rock on the right. How they'll hack away at my arms and legs with their sharp weapons. Lovely. Just, lovely.

The rise onto my feet is difficult. It takes more and more of my energy each day. But, what makes it worse is that her beady eyes are watching me. I catch her gaze, locking onto her eyes whilst I clench my jaw. I reach down to pick up my things - following after the two as the begin to head off.

"I think we've gone too long without eating, guys."

His words stop me from daydreaming as we walk and shoot me back into reality. And as I look up, I'm greeted by no other than two beasts. It sent a surge of electricity up my spine - adrenaline. I watch as the two attack it, but I quickly shuffle myself, readying to make an attack.

close enough to start a war

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 14, 2015 18:54:01 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Mar 14, 2015 18:54:01 GMT -5

DWIGHT: Dwight hates fillers. Fillers are for the weak. Not the the Assistant Manager (no longer was he assistant to the manager, take that noobs.) And while his master plan of trying to fire Stanley fell through he was going to rid the world of the terrible fillers. Rawwwwwwwr.

[attacks pixie -- whip]
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[Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage]

JIM: If he didn't feel bad for Dwight he wouldn't have come along. There was a hot lady Lophiiforme named Pam that he had his eye on. She was always behind a certain tree and she had the prettiest light he'd ever seen. (Too bad she was engaged). And anyway Dwight got hurt because of course, Dwight is useless and Jim bares his teeth ready to strike.

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

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 14, 2015 22:09:40 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 22:09:40 GMT -5

Value is not drawn on plane or straight line,
But rather the curvature of efforts over time.
Some lose their shine to element of lust,
While others gain credit simply by trust.

I had never mattered much.

Not in childhood, when Ella was coddled and I was set aside like a broken machine, left to corrode by hands that didn’t have the time or will to fix what they had shattered. Not now, when my blade could sink to the bone and there’d be nothing more than a pat on the back, celebrations taking the form of another claw or tooth turned to mark my skin. Ribbons of drying anger staining sutures, thread dyed red by that which seeped from a heart straining. Each beat was nothing more than a metronome, lacking the adrenaline or hesitance to quicken or slow.

We can only hold ourselves together for so long.

The only variant factor was how long one’s name would strike in the minds of a nation hypnotized, and with the thoughts of Mason Hammerfell, Alexis Rondhal, and Wyatt Manderson standing prominent among those whose opinions based solely in number, I would be disregarded this wish as well.

I had never mattered much.

Not in the whirlwind weeks prior to the numbing cold, when Wyatt and I had sat comfortably in the commons room waiting for training scores to flash upon the screen, and as we counted down the minutes until district seven’s fate for rhyme or reason we held our breaths, tapping our fingers with every beat of the second hand.

3,

2,

1,

(“Wyatt Manderson, 10!”)

I didn’t hear the clock after that.

Instead the thought of seven’s prominence arose in the minds of all present in the room, and as I gave Wyatt a congratulatory knock on the shoulder my name flashed upon the screen, and with the same eagerness we watched for similar joy.

(“Margaret DuBois, 6.”)

I had never mattered much.

Not when my feet had hit purity with every intention of marring it, when my thoughts and desires had been set on nothing more than keeping my heart of stone situated within my chest, even if it did not beat for anyone besides myself, and though my father called this selfish I called it necessary, for his words had been those that had halted its pulse. And though the two succeeding days had passed and each breathe still visibly left my lungs, I had never felt the rhythm of life that was so spoken of.

Alive to die; dead to find new life.

I had laid my ear to Lex’s chest at night for this reason, so that with each passing second I could hear his heart pressing along to a rhythm that held steadier than I ever would, because he was stability and comfort and trust in a place where there was supposedly none to find, and if I died today (and oh, how I wished I would, because then I would have a reason not to find a beating heart within my chest), then I would pass without anxiety that I would fall to uneven footing, stumbling and tripping to a destination that was known far too well.

He mattered to a nation that knew his name, and he mattered to a girl whose heart did not beat.

But I did not matter much.

And truly, I never would.

[Margaret DuBois attacks Lophiiformes #1; Spear]
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[Miss -- 0.0]

rerolling for accuracy
spear
[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

spear�spear

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 14, 2015 22:38:04 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 14, 2015 22:38:04 GMT -5

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The creatures were foul. Both of them made me curious as to how they were able to move at all, let alone attack, but somehow they had managed. The first struck Pixie in the back of her head. The power behind it forced her to the ground, and forced my mouth to fall open in sync with it. They were incredibly large creatures toward the front, with thick legs and a head so big they should definitely have been toppling over constantly. The back sides, however, looked the same, only panned out a bit, like their bottom halves had stopped growing the minute they were born, while their front took regular doses of steroids.

The second bit at Margaret and as it's predecessor had done, struck its target in the back of her head. (Though it didn't seem to hit nearly as hard. Margaret didn't even fall from the force, after all.) She did manage a fair cut at one of the pair, much like the hit I received, but these were not hits that would save us in the end. These were not hits we needed to make.

In training once, I had been scolded for not trying hard enough. Well, technically, I was scolded several times for not trying enough. This time, however, my instructor had thrown her hands up and turned away from me. "You have talent, kid! Real, natural, raw talent, and you're choosing not to use it! Do you know how many people would kill for the abilities you possess? Do you?" I had stared at the cement floor then, and then muttered a quiet "I'm sorry." But she was wrong. I didn't have any extra talent. I wasn't helpless by any means, but two times now Margaret and I had encountered creatures of the wild, and two times they had nearly killed us. Now, here we were with yet another soul to help us along the way, and the struggle was still just as real. I could not contain anything extraordinary.

If I did, things would have been different.

If I did, Hedvig wouldn't have died.

If I did, Margaret wouldn't be missing actual appendages.

If I did, I wouldn't either.

Yet there I still was, faced with the task of proving my own self wrong for the sake of proving everyone else right and I hated them all for it, I hated them. I saw the look in Pixie's eye when she had realized it was Margaret and myself. I saw the terror she glared at me with, and I could only imagine the sickening thoughts running through her head: "The monster from Four, come to kill me I suppose." and for what? A number I was forced to be labelled with? For the place in which I came from? Perhaps even because Leon had managed to save himself from the same situation I found myself in? Whatever the reason, it was not fair.

I did not want this glory. I never had.

I just wanted to fucking live.

So I struck again.

//attacks Lophiiformes #1
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11055 -- Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage

LEX
RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 15, 2015 5:51:20 GMT -5

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Mar 15, 2015 5:51:20 GMT -5

pixie ruined | district five | 69th hunger games

My little sister and brother are probably watching this fight with their fingers at their teeth. They must want be to come home, and I want to come home - but why must it be so hard? Every little thing I do in this arena reminds me of them. The small flowers which push their way through the snow remind me of Viola - how she'd press every pretty thing she'd find and keep it in a book. And every time I have to sew myself back together, or wrap a bandage around a cut, I think of him.

~

The being hits me, smack on the back of my head. I stumble backwards due to the impact and land on my back. My hand quickly moves to hold the wound, and it stains my hand crimson. I take it away, crawling back onto my feet.

In the time it took to get back up, Maggie and Lex have hit again, but it seems to have done little damage. It doesn't seem like the three of us have much in common, but I'm sure that we all want this monster dead and buried. The only way that'll happen is if we work together.

My hand - still blood red - wraps itself around my harpoon and I try to push my way back through the front. The beast looks angry which adds fuel to the fire which is burning inside my chest. I can hear my heartbeat in my ear, and as I edge ever closer in order to get a strike - it stops for a second.

The feeling of your heart skipping a beat is strange. You'd think it'd be something a tribute would experience quite often - but this is the first time. It reminds me that I'm weak - that my body is struggling under the immense pressure.

I try to push the thought to the back of my mind - not now, Pixie.

And in the moment which felt like a lifetime, I lunge forward at the beast and strike at it with my spear.

[Pixie Ruined attacks Lophiiformes #2; Spear]

79xOZogWspear
[3111 -- Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage]

close enough to start a war

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 15, 2015 21:00:57 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Mar 15, 2015 21:00:57 GMT -5

DWIGHT AND JIM: Where are we? What the hell is going on?

The dust has only just begun to fall,

Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.

Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes.

This can't be happening.

When busy streets amass with people

Would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.

Trains and sewing machines.

All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls

Where pleasure moments hung before.

The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.

Hide and seek.

Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)

Blood and tears,

They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?

Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.

Mmm, what you say?

Mm, that it's all for the best? Of course it is.

Mmm, what you say?

Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.

What you say?

Mmm, what did you say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.

Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.

Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.

You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

(hide and seek)

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.

Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.

(hide and seek)

Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.

You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

(hide and seek)

You don't care a bit.

(hide and seek)

You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.

Dwight attacks Pixie:
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[result]

Jim attacks Lex
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[result]

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 16, 2015 0:08:31 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 0:08:31 GMT -5

Margaret DuBois there’s nothing to learn,
Besides which path to travel and where to turn.
And if you believe this to be,
Too great a task for you or me,
Remember this only,
We’re never truly lonely,
Only forgotten and lost,
Deserted and tossed.
So riddle me this if nothing else,
Is it worse to be dead or set aside on the shelf?

My cut lands shallow and Lex follows suit, and coming to a disgruntled draw with the beast we step back, turning our attention to Pixie, whose blade draws forth more blood than Lex and I’s combined, and I scoff as she pulls her spear from the arm of the second. The forced smile Lex shoots in her direction causes my stomach to turn over, even more so than it did at the sight of my fingers falling to the snow at my feet two days ago.

I had never been one for sympathy of any kind.

My sister, on the other hand, had been the center of any kind of attention, even at a bruised knee or scraped palm. She was the pinnacle of necessity, turning to even strangers if they’d pay her kind words. I believed that my father loved her if for that reason alone. He had attempted to build our relationship on the foundation of giving and receiving, and I was to receive each minute he blessed my soul with as something in his power, and the moment I decided to strike an hour on my own his foundation came tumbling down, and with the punctuality of an executioner he dumped me aside, holding Ella to his chest as she lived, breathed, and would eventually pass, for him alone.

I would fall for my pride only.

Not for heroism, self-sacrifice, or bravery, but for my heart of stone, finally crumbling.

For all erodes in due time, and with each passing hour given by my own will of mind I threatened to let the ashes fall at my feet. Lex was living for a standard given to him by minds that believed they knew what was best for those already lost, and he held true to them like he had faith.

Confidence in what we cannot see is a petty thing.

But such is hope, trust, and love.

And I felt all three in the way of Alexis Rondhal, but I simply could not bring myself to admit it save I fall short once again, striking at thin air with my attention turned elsewhere.

Save my heart of stone, attempting to beat for a boy whose safety fell in more than I would ever be, for I had simply never mattered much.

And unless I struck down this beast with my blade alone, I never would.

[Margaret DuBois attacks Lophiiformes #1; Spear]
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[Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

spear

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 16, 2015 17:53:31 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 16, 2015 17:53:31 GMT -5

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filler to get attack bC I AM TIRED OF TALKING ABOUT HIM TRYING SUPER HARD AND IT NOT WORKING OUT OKAY

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3.5 see what i'm sayin

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RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 16, 2015 18:07:21 GMT -5

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Mar 16, 2015 18:07:21 GMT -5

I'd managed to miss what could've been a deadly attack by inches. My stomach does backfips everytime I see a set of claws or a shimmering blade glide towards me. It's a firm reminder that I can't sit around and dilly-dally picking pretty flowers from the snow, and that I have to show a strong spirit, a will and want to live. I hate thinking "I can", but if I don't believe in myself, no one else will.

Maybe back home in five they will. I'm their last hope now. Zeki was struck down so quickly and left me alone to fight for our district so stupidly. If he was here, we could've shown how good of a team we were. But, he's nothing more than a body waiting to rot now. His vulnerability was picked up by the other tributes in the training centre and in this Capitol which made him easy prey. What was I like? It was less than a week ago, yet the memories seem to have turned a ghostly shade of grey which made them hard to read an relive.

The sound if the beasts screaming pierces through my ears like there are no obsticles. It's a unique sound, to say the least - yet I'm strangely grateful for it. It reminds me that it is still alive; it reminds me that it isn't dead; it reminds me that I have to kill it. And as Lex and Margaret shimmy out the way, I take advantage of the situation and grasp my harpoon firmly.

It sounds cheesy to say, but it's now or never.

And so, I strike.

[Pixie Ruined attacks Lophiiformes #2]

urxY2LKKspear

[3116 -- Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage]spear

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 17, 2015 0:56:28 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Mar 17, 2015 0:56:28 GMT -5

Dwight is almost fuckin dead u feel me.
He's pretty fucking pissed.
Why did he lose his position of Assistant Manager to JIM
and then Andy is a total dickwad
he's just so done
so done

[attacks lex]
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Jim hurts a bit too
Dwight got him into this
fuck you dwight
he could be making out with a Not-Pam rn
actually thank u Dwight

[attacks margaret]
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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 17, 2015 9:18:10 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 9:18:10 GMT -5

If we fight to live,
And withdraw what we give,
What else can be taken?
Our foundation’s been shaken.

I have a heart of stone hanging heavy within my chest, and it will not beat. Not for my father, sister, or my allies, but for myself alone. For each breath I take is to fill my lungs with the false hope that living through this, to sink my blade into the beast one last time, will push me to another level of life, that surviving was worth something in itself.

All the victors are dead, if you look closely.

For when cameras pan to leave them be the smiles plastered upon their faces fade to a resting grimace, and even those with composed airs and impeccable manners shatter into their worst memories.

I don’t wish to die in that way.

And for the slightest moment I give an eye to the blade in my hand and what it would look like sunk in to the hilt, buried in my own flesh, but the vision is dismembered as Lex swings again, landing shallow for the second time.

“Get your head in the game, Rondhal!” I shout in his direction, partially in amusement at his frustration, and partially due to the obvious exhaustion etched into the lines of the animal. It was alive to die, just as us. We were nothing more than the animals we killed, and with this thought I raise my blade to swing again, only to get caught in the sight of Pixie’s backswing.

Hope was a fickle thing when placed in the palms of a stranger.

But in those few seconds I turn my eyes to the girl from five the second beast comes flailing in my direction, and though my block is late it deflects the worst sting of the claw, leaving only a shallow cut on my neck. I lay a hand to the wound, feeling the flow of blood before taking my fingers away to survey the damage.

I roll my eyes at Pixie as she narrowly escapes being hit by the first again, and as I go to grumble, “Don’t ruin it, kid. You could’ve—” my thoughts are cut off by the first animal lunging at Lex, but in the same way the first leaves only a scratch upon Lex, and I exhale in relief as the panic in his eyes fades, not completely, but to something less.

I raise my blade a second time, determined to keep sights set only upon the beast in front of me, for even the slightest hesitation just seconds ago had caused claw to etch upon my skin, and its surface was not to be painted on by beasts of burden, human or animal.

I would bring about my downfall, not the girl from twelve or nine, and certainly not an over sized lamp.

Coincidentally, two of these three were already dead.

[Margaret DuBois attacks Lophiiformes #1; Spear]
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[Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0]

MARGARET
DUBOIS

DISTRICT 7

FEMALE

THE 69TH GAMES

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 18, 2015 10:39:54 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 18, 2015 10:39:54 GMT -5

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When Mara struck the killing blow the creature fell with no sense of drama, no wild gnashing of its terrible teeth or lashing of its nonexistent tail - it just fell, whatever the creature was, whatever physics it defies. It's dead, now. What little evil light it emanates dies with it, a dead flame in an orb that I did not want to touch - did not have to, for his brother remained as alive and vicious as ever, long knife-like teeth bared in some kind of false grin like it's amused - like we're amusing it. Entertainment, that's what we were. Just entertainment.

Now wasn't that a good analogy for our role in the Capitol's life?

The monster advanced on us with wicked teeth and a dancing light.

I was hurt. Through the cold and ice I was hurt, and it wasn't just the gaping wounds bleeding sluggishly through my sorry bandages; it was also the smaller cuts piling on me that pulled at me, coaxing me to endless pain I denied with rushes of adrenaline and a healthy fear for me - my life, my existence, my survival.

Yet-

Yet I was weak.

Yet she was dead.

No.

Yet Mara fought. Fought with all the ferocity she was capable of, and it was more than I - a career! - could ever match, it seemed. Fought with grace and the opposite of all the tenderness she showed me she was capable of in the nights she rested her cheek over my heart, hearing the steady thump, thump, thump that echoed in my ears as I watched Northern lights twirl and dance above us in a moonless sky. Fought with the hint of the taut smile she offered in the mornings after a night of bitter cold wind and nothing else.

Yet Pixie remained. Stayed despite the terror in her eyes and the nervous way she regarded us both, like we could kill her - like we would, given the chance. (And it didn't matter that I would try, if it was me and her alone here, if she was the last one standing between me and home, survival, life - if I was to survive. For now, at least, we were cautious allies testing the grounds between us for some sense of stability we may never find.)

Despite it all, Mara fought. Pixie remained.

But I was hurt.

The monster before my eyes advanced on us with wicked teeth and a dancing light, and I-

I will live to fight another day.

// Lex flees the fight
uses FA on himself
receives medkit from sponsorship
uses N/T on himself
uses bandages on himself
{ potentially more to come }

LEX
RONDHAL

DISTRICT 4

MALE

THE 69TH GAMES

made by anzie

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don't speak | {i&m v lophiiformes} day four Mar 18, 2015 11:57:50 GMT -5

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Mar 18, 2015 11:57:50 GMT -5

pixie ruined | district five | 69th hunger games

And with her blade crashing down on the animal, I watch as its life is taken before my eyes. Its death look simple and easy - but it deserved it. Looking at it, it is the only thing that separates a muttation's death from a tribute's. We don't deserve it.

Every evil little inch of the being had been replaced by something more serene and peaceful which I had seen when Mystic and Gaia has dropped like flies with the blink of an eye. It looks delicate and sensitive. Viewing the vile beast in this way hurts alone, let alone the blood which I can feel trickling from my gashes.

I look away, but I can't help but look back.

There's only a split second between the mutt dying and Lex leaving. I could tell he was hurt and struggling, so I do not feel a piece of anger towards him. What there is though, is strange. It's a feeling of relief that he's been able to make it out alive. Injured, but alive. It doesn't matter how battered, bruised and blue you are; you just need to keep breathing.

Thankfully, Lex was still doing that.

Something else that I can feel is burning sensation in my stomach. It's like a fire has started and the whistling winds have forced it in every direction possible. A hand quickly darts to hold it, but my cold fingers do nothing. It's not physical - it's emotional. I'm happy and I'm proud. A feeling that I haven't felt in a long time. The reason for the sense of pride and elation isn't clear to me yet, but as I look over to Margaret, I begin to piece the puzzle together.

I could tell she'd be a brutal one. She's silent but has it all figured out. I wonder what impression I give off. Ever since I first saw her, I could tell that if she had the chance, she'd drive her spear through my eye. I don't want to look at her in this way, but if my speculations are true - it's reality. And sadly, that's something none of us can escape from.

I glance behind me and notice that Lex is long gone now. It's just Margaret and I. And, the other beast. I wonder if either one of us will kill it, or if we'll choose the safer option and follow Lex to safety. I look and her and her eyes are still enraged with hatred for the animal, and it only drives me further to the edge.

I look between the snow and the beast, and realise that I can't leave her here.

She'd probably be perfectly fine without me, but I can't run the risk of her being killed by the animal and me not being able to do anything about it. To twist it all, I could be the one seriously injured to the point of death - and I hope she'd react in a respectful way.

And it's the pride and passion I can feel in my stomach that forces me to stride forward with my harpoon once more, trying to draw enough blood from the second muttation so that it dies.

[Pixie Ruined attack Lophiiformes #2]

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