A Summoning From Hell // Tangle Trio 2.0 vs Balor
Nov 14, 2015 12:02:21 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Nov 14, 2015 12:02:21 GMT -5
Ruth Foster
District One Tribute
District One Tribute
Death. It still lingers long after Taurus & Neptune’s bodies have floated into the great abyss, hopefully with a peaceful guidance out of this hell. As for the rest of us, we’re trapped among this reality and the next. This one we assume we understand, where we’re at least aware that the next is far past our current knowledge. As for which is more preferred? It’s a debate that still has me regretting not protecting the ones I was determined to see to the end.
My eyes have yet to collapse since witnessing the horrific scene of half my alliance dying. My brain refuses to shut down with the threats that may be lurking. My words continue to repeat in my head, my last promise to the boys. “We’ll kill them all.” And it’s an oath that I plan on fulfilling. It’s my last guarantee to them.
Another plague I was begging to avoid, aside from potential danger, is that of nightmares. Without sleep, no terrors can arrive? Not blood seeking Mutts or Tribute, or dreams. Yet still I’m now encountered with a new battles. It’s not exhaustion that becomes my next enemy, but rather the curse of memories.
“You’ll play everyone.” Mr. Foster instructs as he’s done many times before. Collecting pawns was much more valuable in his eyes. Having bodyguards to fight aside was the key to surviving. But no emotions were to be attached to these allies. Favors were to be made, without my own heart being involved. And when it came to seeking out experiments in District One, this was easy. Mr. Foster forgot to include that there’s no predicting the Tributes. There’s no numbing feelings when relationships form unexpectedly.
I can still sense the anxiety in my fingertips, though they have halted their frantic actions of patching up others for quiet some time. Blood continues to dry upon my clothes and skin, and it seems to be my own. I wish it were my own. But somehow it’s not, and I’m still alive. The thick aroma of the salty sea consumes my taste, but I’m still alive. This is not my end, not yet.
“Pull it together.” I whisper to myself as my hands run up my face and through my hair. My arms run past my wounded marks, but only satisfaction pains me. It’s as if Lullaby’s words are forcing my composure. She won’t completely bash me for this sensitivity, not if I have strong reaction to follow. Now it’s time to illustrate the Career I’ve been built to be.
A rush surprisingly sparks my adrenaline as I’m prepared for whatever today may present. “Another fight already?” I’m craving for this, more then ready as I’ve ever been before. Perhaps the killers of my Friends are already deceased, but I’m still thirsty for any sort of revenge. Without a second though, I’m springing towards our new enemy. Ruth may have controlled the beginning of this Game, but it’s time for Ruthless to take over.
Ruth Attacks The Balor With Her Glaive
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{Deep Gash on Stomach -- 9.0 damage}
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{Deep Gash on Stomach -- 9.0 damage}