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is there somewhere [helter skelter; day one] Oct 16, 2015 13:02:11 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 13:02:11 GMT -5

cody bowers-fox

Torn flesh and a bleeding heart, I do not see him fall.

Instead, I am concerned about the whereabouts of my own bones, taking inventory in the process of placing one foot in front of the other and praying I do not stumble. A cannon sounds as my right foot meets stable ground, but the instantaneous nature of its temporary call leaves me fumbling— pausing momentarily to check that it was not own heart that had stilled.

Ten fingers stained red to show for it I do not see my own corpse falling fast, but instead turning my eyes in time to see Draco’s body splayed upon the ground. The boy from twelve is standing with his palm pressed to the handle of his glaive, two dots connected by a line drawn with Draco’s blood.

A string of curses becomes background noise as his cannon’s announcement begins to fade out, and with heavy limbs I pull myself away from his visitation, trailing behind Leticia with a staggered pace.

Bringing ourselves to a halt is only second nature by now, the two of us with Dustyn’s tagalong all poking at our bruises and wiping the evidence on dirty skin.

Missing presence and blank space leaves us standing in silence, the distance between Leticia and me seeming to grow with each second that neither of us speak. Eventually there is no time left to be wasted by staring at the ground beneath my feet— it does not seem willing to give way anymore; this ground is supposed to be steady.

“I knew I was an asshole, but I didn’t realize everyone else had clued into it as well.”

Torn skin and a heavy heart— I only wish to close the space that lingers between the only two lifelines I am allowed to hold tightly to.

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is there somewhere [helter skelter; day one] Oct 16, 2015 13:41:16 GMT -5

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Oct 16, 2015 13:41:16 GMT -5

leticia tibideaux

Love is a shapeshifter: hard to hold, hard to catch.

It comes in many different forms, a thousand forms which are tiny enough to fit through each hole in every sized net. It is a shapeshifter: hard to hold, hard to catch; but that doesn't mean you can't figure it out.

It runs through our bodies like azure seas. Seeping from place to place, swaying with our freezing bodies but not affected by the frost in our hearts. I've managed to recognise love's presence in this arena. It's thin and delicate, but it's all around. In the air I breathe and in the eternity between one despairing human and another.

And with each dose of the air drugged with this love, I can feel it throb inside me. It throbbed with the beat of the clock as my palms became flooded with sweat in the bloodbath, it throbbed with each batter and bruise my feather skin absorbed and it throbbed in time with the final heartbeats of Draco.

And in that skeletal moment, my black eyes recognise the first kind of love: love for a friend.

With each touch against my own skin, I'm reminded that love isn't easily defined and shouldn't be given from one man to a woman like childhood stories say. Love makes my brain spin with aims and ambitions, love makes my muscles click with anarchy--

--love makes my heart drown in a swallowing sea of ink.

Cody's ominous footsteps drown out the chorus line of wounds and scratches, bruises and scars. Pulling down my contaminated shirt to hide the proof of my battle and creating a side fringe in order to hide a blossoming blue bruise beneath my eye.

My kingdoms are not ready to fall yet.

Tension swelling in every inch of my body, it's torn apart as easily as paper when Cody's distant yet close voice calls out.

“I knew I was an asshole, but I didn’t realize everyone else had clued into it as well.”

I but only add a heavy sigh to the band of fighting ensembles.

"Shit happens. We're gonna have to wade through it."

Wheezing lungs feel as brittle as the bare bones of winter trees, but our end is planted and fertilised by our armoured love. I look to Dustyn and Cody: the only people in this world that make it seem just that fraction more bearable.

And it's in this moment another love reveals itself: love that is trying to hold on. I'm thankful for it, because both heaven and hell know that I wouldn't be holding up this well without it.

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is there somewhere [helter skelter; day one] Oct 17, 2015 2:49:35 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Oct 17, 2015 2:49:35 GMT -5

D U S T Y N

He could not stop tears from falling once he got away. His chest fell in violent sobs and rose in quick, shallow motions. A panic attack. He was having a panic attack. And why?

(The night was not meant to be feared, only those that lurked within it.)

He was daylight and those people-- those monsters-- were what children were warned about. He wiped the blood and drool from his mouth onto his sleeve and didn't bother to wipe his cheeks.

They killed Draco.

In a single second he had watched as his friends-- Letty, Cody, Hannah-- all be swarmed and he had watched Draco's very life trickle away in a violent flash. He was gone, gone, gone, and so were the rest of them, weren't they? He noticed Leticia's black eye and the deep wound on Cody's leg. If one little thing had gone differently, they could have died too. The simplest, smallest thing, and two more friends would join Draco in the sky that night.

But they were there. And so was he. (He was alive.)

And he found himself feeling a feeling he didn't think he would feel that early on: rage. He wanted to avenge his friend's death and he would have if only...

He saw the silver of a parachute float through the air. Bette would have thought it was beautiful and he would have too if he hadn't just witnessed what he had. (Would he ever be able to find beauty in things again?) It landed at his feet and the emerald 2 made a clear statement that it was his. He didn't think anyone noticed him but they had.

The package was long and skinny made of black metal that glittered in the sunlight. He looked to his friends for clarification. "Me?" The shock of it all was enough to temporarily stop the tears and level his breathing. Had they only sent it this early to keep him calm? To keep him his sanity?

He knelt next to it and lifted the lid and-- Oh. A spear that was taller than he was and built to look almost fun laid within it. Yellow and white jewels decorated the handle, and the blade made up the shape of a sun, with jagged tendrils of white metal jutting out in different directions. The ends of each barb ended in a sharp curve that pointed toward the end and as it went on, the blades became smaller and smaller until it ended with one dramatic, thick point.

They had even engraved a few choice words into the blade: "DUSTYN CHASE: KING OF HIDE AND SEEK" It was made for him and, after looking at the details, he realized it had been made long before the short hours he was in the arena. He thought back to his Private Training Session, where he ran around playing games that he loved with a spear in tow, playfully poking his captured companions. The Gamemakers must have liked him after all.

[dustyn receives a spear from sponsorship]