Has the Train left without us yet? =ET Day One=

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Has the Train left without us yet? =ET Day One= Jun 16, 2015 17:04:28 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Jun 16, 2015 17:04:28 GMT -5

Gabrielle kept on running, her legs somehow carrying her through the glistening dirt beneath her feet, alongside the train tracks she had seen before when stood on her podium. In the distance she could see a platform, where the train was waiting. Waiting for her? she didn’t know but the sight of the train did not give her hope. It was ominous, almost, how the metal cylinder stood there waiting with its doors open.

Her head was throbbing and her breathing was alternating between choked sobs and gasping for air to quench her burning lungs; she could feel a lump forming on her forehead. As she reached the steps, her knees finally gave way and she fell to the floor in a head, letting out a loud wretched sob. Her whole body was shaking now and the pain of the wounds she’d received from the other children were becoming very stark in contrast to the numbness she’d felt trying to escape the slaughter.

Who had attacked me? she thought, her eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks. The boy from 10 and Rowan...I had only talked to her the other day. The thought sickened her, that someone she considered her friend would attack her. Gabrielle touched the soaking wound on her leg; she’d paused briefly to stop the bleeding but it was beginning to soak through again. Her fingers brushed the wound and she flinched.

Her mind flickered back to the bloodbath and she remembered Elya Johnwayne. The big, scary girl with a look that could kill and an eye patch. Towering over most, a warrior amongst the other children, had been stuck down moments before Rowan had attacked. Her skull had split in two, like it was nothing, like her head was an egg. Gabrielle hadn’t seen much but the memory of the girl toppling to floor, blood spurting from the gash in her skull was almost too much for her body to handle. She heaved forward, gagging on the image of Elya Johnwayne’s death.

“I’m...I’m so…” she began to sob, clamping her hands over her mouth tightly as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She wanted to say sorry but she could barely force the word out it just came as another sob.

How had she thrown the life she had away? How could she have acted so rash, all because of a name? Brienne… the name gave her comfort in this moment, it was a slither of sunshine in this long a restless night, a moment of calm in a rough and wild storm, a touch of a hand in isolation of everyone and everything. Gabrielle let out a calming solid breath and closed her eyes.

The sound of feet pounding against the ground made her carefully, slowly, glance over her shoulder. She saw two figures running towards her, one she recognised as Geo her District partner but the other she didn’t; blonde and small and running just behind Geo. Her mind panicked trying to find the face, trying to figure out if she should be scared or should accept him. Of course you should be scared.. she told herself as her hand slowly reached for her knife; she hesitated before she turned with her weapon raised.

She gripped the knife hard but slowly dropped her arm as Geo and the stranger who was apparently Geo’s friend, came to a halt by her. She glanced at the pile of knives, shaking her head slightly; there was no way she would have been able to have thrown the knife. No way. Tears still streamed down her cheeks, sniffing as she looked up at Geo and avoiding eye contact with the new kid.

“Took you’re time..” she said, choking out her words “I thought you were dead”

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”

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Has the Train left without us yet? =ET Day One= Jun 16, 2015 17:06:00 GMT -5

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Post by mat on Jun 16, 2015 17:06:00 GMT -5

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Geo Venn
i don’t fear you.

My eyes see everything in almost a blur. My ears have nullified almost any sound that surrounds me. My fingers feel moist when I touch the leather uniform my stylist put on a short time ago. I smell nothing as I run besides the odor of blood, which is still fresh in my mind. I taste nothing in my mouth, but there has been nothing to taste in the short time of the Arena. There has been such little time. The knife I hold still has a firm grasp. It hasn’t been too long, and staying alert is my number one priority. The carrier I cling on to now has two things inside it, a package and two attached circles the size of a human’s eye.

The adrenaline slows as my pace slows down drastically. Ever since the beginning of the bloodbath, when that dreadful gong sounded, I raced my heart out, but now, the heart needs to slow. I feel no pain, the feeling of being completely unscathed helps myself calm down. Gabi, where are you? I continue my movement in a jog now. She said that she had a friend in mind, and that he would definitely be able to help us survive longer than without him (or her, she never really specified). I wish that there would be a place to stop, but like the odds of winning, the chances seem very unlikely. My arms work with my legs to get farther out, away from the living hell that was burning in front of my eyes.

One step in front of the other. Don’t look back. Never ever look back. Because when you do look back, you won’t like what you see. Rules fly through my mind, but only one of the rules actually works when words come from behind me. ”Hey! Wait! I just want to talk,” I hear, stopping dead in my tracks. I make a complete 180 degree turn and look back to see a blonde-haired kid, probably a few years younger than myself. Even though he may seem younger, I still keep my distance, holding my blade up a little. ”The hell do you want,” I say quietly, looking around to make sure nobody is just going to ambush with this kid as bait. My feet stumble two paces back as he continues to advance.

He continues to talk, I jus' want someone to watch my back. All I want. If you'd have me of cours'.” Honestly, this kid has a nice point. Everyone needs someone to watch their back, and if I can’t find Gabi, it’ll be useful to have him help me out. I nod, saying no more.
The very little wind gently brushes up upon my face, but it actually soothes the soul and mind. Peace is something I thought little of beforehand, but now I am actually experiencing it. How can you feel no pain, worry, or caution? But that is bound to change eventually. When the aching pain starts, that is when peace will fizzle out of the thought completely. It isn’t hard to imagine what real fighting is going to be. Everyone will get their fair share of hits, and it is probable someone will die. ~~I hope it’s not my body that gets taken back to Six in a box.~~

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It isn’t too long before we reach something that looks pretty similar to the Train that took all of us to the Capitol. Reminiscing is not needed at all. All I did was sit and stare at a blank wall, maybe even make like conversation with Gabrielle and O’Connor. I see one, and it seems to catch my eye.

I didn’t expect to find Gabrielle O’Dale standing in front of me so soon. ”Gabi,” I say under my breath, beginning to pick up the speed after my heartrate had just lowered to a comfortable spot. ”Hey, fancy meeting you hear!” I say as I advance closer to her. I move a bit closer to Gabi. One of her knives, which seem to be better ranged, prepares to be thrown at the blonde kid, who seems pretty harmless at this point. But you never know, he could be as vicious as some of the past Games careers have been. I throw my knife far away from my body. ”Wait! No, Gabs, he’s helping,” I speak firmly, hoping that someone listens to me and takes me to be a leader. It was I who accepted him to join us, and if something happened to Gabrielle because of him, then I would never forgive myself. Took your time, Gabi says, I thought you were dead.

”Ha,” I begin to laugh, ”You thought I’d die that easy?”
I don’t quite understand why Gabi was waiting next to the train, but I guess she has a reason. Maybe there’s someone I don’t know about. The train doors slowly open, and I hop on, along with the blonde haired kid and Gabi. ”The names Geo, by the way,” I say while hopping up, looking at the blonde.

He only says hello, and then offers Gabi help with her wounds. There isn’t much on her, but he decides to help. I do the same.

And when the doors begin to close, there is only one thing to come in our way. A man large in size hops onto the train with his bow at the ready.

My eyes widen because shit is about to go down.

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Has the Train left without us yet? =ET Day One= Jun 16, 2015 17:06:41 GMT -5

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Post by ghosty on Jun 16, 2015 17:06:41 GMT -5

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Abel MacLaren

An explosion. That was what my heart felt as I was running from the bloodbath, very similar to how to the cannons were firing as I ran. The only other time in my life upon which that happened was running, trying to get back home when that trap went wrong, to get home where Sam would protect me. Protect me from what seemed like legions of Peacekeepers chasing after me. But this is different, this is running for my life, without a doubt. And if I don't get away quick enough, well, they'd be no more Abel. And in front of me, just realising my surroundings, I see a track, suspended above the ground by massive columns. Larger than any I've seen before. They're probably twice, three times the size of the massive ones outside the Justice Building, and even they tower above me. But those columns are nothing like the vastness of the arena surrounding it. It's almost as large as all the ranches back home stuck together, an' I've only seen like one area of it, at the moment at least. And in front of me, I see another figure, almost on exactly the same course as I am. Ignoring Sam's words, I decide to approach him. Ask him if he can watch my back, although, asking him is a risk in itself. What if he decides to attack me? I know that I got out of the bloodbath, without a single scratch upon me, but that was probably complete luck, with lucky swings causing the damage that I inflicted.

But even after the thought crosses my mind, I still decide that it's best to ignore what Sam said. An' it would be nice jus' to have someone just to trust. And I call out, trying to catch his attention. "Hey! Wait! I just want to talk!" And to my surprise, he slows and replies, "The hell do you want?" I catch up to him, and answer him. "I jus' want someone to watch my back. All I want. If you'd have me of cours'." And there was a silent pause, the moment when my heart almost stopped in my chest. And before my heart froze with the fear, a nod from him prevented that, prevented the ice from forming. I almost laugh with relief the second that he agreed, but I held it in, not wanting to seem like a complete craze towards him. For it could cause him to leave me again, and I'd hate that. Hate to get Sam's hopes up, that I have some protection, for all of it to be destroyed within merely seconds. And not another word passed our lips as we continue towards the track, it's supports growing larger and larger the nearer we get. It's like seeing an animal growing in front of my eyes. And, there looked to be someone waiting. And we walk straight towards her. And the second I came into her view, I'd never seen anyone move, turn and pull out a knife in my life. Not even in the training centre, with all the other careers. Never before. And she held it in the air, like she's afraid of it. Afraid of what it does. And I don't blame her. She's got no idea how to kill, and I don't either. No one really does here. And I almost shout out, as Geo, I think his name is, shouts out, "HE'S HELPING US!" She quickly puts the knife down, and calls out to him, tears hidden within her voice. "You took your time. I thought you were dead." And surprising me, he laughs. "Ha, you thought I'd die that easy." I glance over at her, Gabrielle, if I remember, had a new cuts and bruises. I lean over towards her, "D'ya want me to heal up those cuts? They look real painful." We were there for a while, us healing Gabrielle up, and a train horn started coming. I speak again. "We gettin' on that?" Everyone agrees, and we slowly work our way up to the tracks. And then, on the train, I finally feel safe. Until of course, we have to leave it again.

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Has the Train left without us yet? =ET Day One= Jun 16, 2015 17:07:41 GMT -5

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Post by nell locke d5m [sitter] on Jun 16, 2015 17:07:41 GMT -5

Tybalt felt free the moment that he escaped the bloodbath. Not because there was almost no chance of him dying, of being targeted. But because he was now in relative control of his mind, although anger, that was another thing. That was barely under his control, a tiny spark would be the thing that set him off. And he would do everything in his power to prevent the spark that he holds within from lighting the anger inside him. And Gabi was the only person that he met in the build up that he didn't want to blow up in front of, explode in relentless fury. And looking earlier, he saw her run out, towards where the rail was. Or, what looked like a rail from the cornucopia. He wasn't the only or first person to go there, it looked like at least 2 more were going towards it, running as fast as Tybalt himself. They were no doubt communicating, he could tell by the movement of their heads, the way they ran sort of together. But still they ran, until they reached the tracks. And by this time, Tybalt's wounds were slowing him down, preventing him from running any longer. By the time he got near enough to see faces, there was Gabi, and a boy, tanned, was helping her. And still, audio wasn't clear enough, but an unmistakeable train horn sounded. It was time to catch the train. Breaking into a sprint, he sees the group of Gabi climb up, into the train. And he decides to follow them. And hopefully, they'll still be happy to have him. Quietly taking his bow and an arrow off his shoulder, he nocks the arrow. Just in case, obviously. "It's Six, isn't it? Still want to maybe team up?"