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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 17:51:09 GMT -5

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Feb 15, 2016 17:51:09 GMT -5

No cannons fire to signal a grave silence in the sky. There was no death, despite it's corrupting reign over us. I look up to the sky and see only colour—no faces, no music, just a deceiving image of serenity.

Ghosts that continue to wander soon we'll become lost. I can't let that happen to Scout, Amerika, Quadrys, Dane and I.

I can't let it happen.

Safety paces in front and behind, but happiness it lost in the blur of the bloodbath's aftermath. Dane's face becomes only a memory. I already miss his hand in mine, I miss his reassuring smile from across the dinner table, I miss—

—him. I miss him.

Premature grief was not the answer to my loss. He's still alive in this arena, somewhere. That's what the haunting silence whispered in it's symphony; that things are still okay, for now.

My feet pace close behind Scout, I turn and lose Amerika and Quadrys in the vegetation. We arm ourselves with fierce weaponry and collide with a state of disorder. Each footstep getting heavier in the panic, a taste of metal becomes stronger and stronger each moment.

This was the birth of a monster.

Scout cries a distinctive wail, I follow quickly after her and watch as peace is cremated before my eyes and fire dances across the swampland. Bitter ashes are picked up and tossed aside by the wind, I watch them, and find myself staring at the eye of the boy from Two.

And his face I can remember from the fall into oblivion, I try to piece the picture together until I realise—Dane was made blue at the hands of him.

I hesitate for a short moment before lunging towards him, the point of my spear glistening in the humid air. A silent prayer is signed, sealed and delivered as I strike, yet innocence does not escape from within.

"This is for Dane."

And for a moment, I slip between worry and weightlessness, oblivious to the oozing red appearing before me.

[noelia attacks andesite; spear]

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[miss]

[accuracy reroll]

spear

[3030 - Deep Gash on Right Bicep - 8.0 damage]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 19:01:16 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker kelsier on Feb 15, 2016 19:01:16 GMT -5

[presto]

[/presto]

Kite knew that he was a liability. He held no illusions about the fact that because he was slightly visually challenged he was seen as an easy target.

The thing was, Kite knew this well and he played with that knowledge, happy to always appear weak. People left you alone if you were weak, something he had learned form long years on the streets, trading snippets of information for a weekly pay check and a meal on his birthdays.

Kite was an orphan, he'd been abandoned when he was four years old. His mother had not liked him, he had a funny way of looking at things and a demeaner that was too odd, too strange. His mother had been told before he'd even been signed up for kindergarten that he would never make a good career. So like many children in the career districts, Kite had been forgotten.

He had been found by a strange man who held the district in his control by the strings attached to his fingertips. When he told men to jump, they jumped. When he told women to murder, they killed without a thought. Kite was taught this young. He hadn't needed breaking, happy to listen to Boss, the man who wanted him.

So when Boss told him that he was going to blind him with acid when he was eight years old, Kite tipped his head back and waited patiently for the pain to arrive.

Kite knew they thought him a liability but he had been blind for twelve years now and he knew well that he was not.

Let them think it.

He heard Timothy long before he was near, feet falling thick in the muddy waters. His feet had a voice just like the rest, no one walked the same. No one seemed to know this but Kite, there was something other than sight.

"Have you heard from the others?" came his voice soft and Kite knew something that he did not.

He did hear the others but it was too many to be the others. He opened his mouth slowly, counting, but as he counted more came, from every direction. They came from every sound, heavy footfalls in the squelching mud and Kite reached into his bag and drew out his knife, gripping it tightly, his hands betraying him with the slightest tremor.

He was about to become lost in this.

"I am going to hold your hand," he told Timothy softly and held his own out, trying to find his. He didn't want to gut his alliance member by accident. That would be awkward. He knew that Timothy would understand what this meant. They had worked out what they would do in a fight.

He felt him tense beside him and Kite listened, waiting silently for a sign, a moment to strike.

[presto]

[/presto]

[Kite Tide attacks Lemon Cake]
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[2066 -- Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 19:06:14 GMT -5

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Post by ✨ zozo. on Feb 15, 2016 19:06:14 GMT -5

[presto]

[/presto]

In the midsts of peace, all hell breaks loose.

Fight or flight. Fight or flight. He's brilliant and one and terrible at the other. He thought he'd left the Bloodbath in his wake but Death the Puppetier follows him, a taunting show of blood and cries with children as its' playthings. Fingers itch to flee, to throw himself back into the swap, lost in the never-ending wilderness of echoes and ghosts (but safe) Timothy pauses, caught in the grasp of panic.

"KITE!" Timothy screams, grasping at his ally's outstretched fingers, the thudding of feet around them drenched in the sound of his own heart. "GO!"

But there is no such thing as safe in a place like this. For Death shall hunt you down no matter where you run to. He lies in his tombstone already, sealed shut and breathing in the smell of death (another boy falls and doesn't get back up) - a poison meant to turn his mind inside out before his body begins to cave in. It's all a blur - bodies, limbs, voices, blood. (He's not a killer. He's not. He's not.) He won't be safe if he stays. He won't be safe if he leaves.

He's not a killer.

Yet.

(His father is.)

He's not dead.

Yet.

(His mother is.)

Death sends a blur his way and he becomes his father's son - violent, brutal, snapping-

(Fight or flight - he chooses both.)

The sky calls his name. His knees hit the ground.

Heavy is the heart ruptured with the stillness of another's pulse.

[presto]

[/presto]

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[attacks carrita with spiked blunt]
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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 20:58:07 GMT -5

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Post by Avalon on Feb 15, 2016 20:58:07 GMT -5

[presto]

[/presto]

This is a filler for now to get this show on the road & I promise to fill this in with a lil' something soon

[presto]

[/presto]

table by elegant

[ collects bundles of plants ]
[ gets empty water jug from timothy ]
[ uses f/a on self for -3 ( lol jk after snakes ) ]
[ uses a bundle of med. plants for -2 ( lol jk after snakes ) ]
[ collects another bundle of plant ]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 21:01:56 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Feb 15, 2016 21:01:56 GMT -5

Ezero Laffan

Snapping my wrist forward, I release the blade. It spins, catching a bit of light and a bit of sky before diving into the flesh of one boy's chest. A grin appears on my face from the joy of seeing my training come through. Having always loved learning new things, I was proud of myself for being able to put my new skill to use. As a load of other people storm after me, including a flashing glimpse of Delta and Danny - for a moment I worry about Basil before the thrill overtakes me - I watch as the three broken forms are broken once again. A thunderous crash echoes as a tree teeters and falls, landing on the forms of the boy from Two, the girl from Eleven, and the boy from Twelve. Deftly, a couple more strikes from weapons lash out and then silence falls on us all.

Pinned by the tree are three freshly dead corpses.

Suddenly all thrill leaves me and I clutch at my stomach. Turning away from the sight, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to keep the bile at bay. Deep breaths manage to hold me from throwing up, if barely, and it takes all of my will to walk over to the form of Andesite in order to pluck my knife from his still chest. Looking away quickly, I search for Delta and Danny. No longer the hound with a scent, I slink back to my pack with my tail down. "Can we, maybe, go?" I try not to sound like I'm pleading but it doesn't work. Like a child searching for comfort, I extend a hand each to Delta and Danny, indicating that I really would like to leave now. There's nothing more for us here. Besides, we needed to get back and check on Basil. With the poor shape he was in, I could only hope that nothing bad happened to him while we were off running around and stabbing other people.

Whatever rush I had is now inverse and I don't think I could do this again. Sure, I could defend myself or Danny or Delta or Basil, but I can't throw a blade at someone who isn't threatening me. I don't want to be a monster, I just want to be me and I want to make my parents proud. "You're a smart boy, you'll know what to do." I hope my father doesn't hold this against me, I hope he sees that I did it for the sake of strategy and survival. "Son, whatever happens, I'm proud of you." I hope he really does understand. I hope he really meant whatever happens.

I miss them, and I love them, but if I want to get home to them then I have to watch twenty-three people die. Please understand.

[Ezero Laffan walks away from the fight]
[He uses first aid on himself for -3]
[He uses needle and thread on himself for -5]
[He uses 5ft of bandages on Delta for -1]
[One fluorescent yellow pool noodle falls from the sky
...and hits him on the head]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 21:07:42 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 15, 2016 21:07:42 GMT -5

h e n r i e t t a .

I don’t care about morality; this is the games after all, what even is morality? Twenty three kids must die and I will deliver that wish to the Capitol, if it means that I must be one of those twenty three. We can’t go a single day without death, I want the blood, I need the blood….and well I know the Capitol does too.

It seems however the rest of the tributes had the same idea as I, hacking down the weakest alliance alongside my little gathering. Here is the bloodbath…just slightly delayed…but here it is. At least three cannons will suffice my earlier need and three whole bodies full of blood. Hopefully I shall be able to take my share before that District twelve psychotic bitch tries to harvest their organs. Organs are no use dead; it’s all about that red substance.

I wonder what my brother is doing right now, more than likely watching me from a screen somewhere. Maybe I should give him a wave, show the appreciation of him supporting me silently. I know for a fact Odette will not be at the screen…her loss. Jaime will be learning about my skills, picking up on my strengths and weaknesses. Be a better war hammer swinger than I am, due to my two failed attempts at hitting the squirmy little District Two. HE IS WAS RIGHT THERE, IN FRONT OF ME…and I miss…twice I hope to ripred that Insanis was not watching, he’ll think that I am weak…useless…I don’t want him to see me like that. I know for a fact the two meat shields got a hit so I should really step up my game.

Blood swamps the swamp…covering the wounded nearly carcasses. All three of them have broken legs and their end is in seconds. The scene is picture perfect, I bet the Capitol is cheering seeing as the tributes put their initiative together. However those lightning bolts likely joined us all here today. We’re helping the Capitol get what they want…and if we play nice…hopefully they will do the same for us. Although I bet the two lowest Districts are stirring in their boots…it seems the luck of Eleven is finally swamped. Too bad the career has to go too.

Three down, Twenty to go.

Water vapour begins to soak into the ridiculous tank top that the stylist made me wear. I don’t understand how they’re capable of being called stylists. The air in the area is humid, the oxygen being hard on my lunges. Since stepping into the Capitol, I’ve been able to tell the different taste in the air. There is no salt like back home, it is not as fresh and this swamp is most certainly muggier than the Capitol. It’s not as polluted as the Capitol…it just feels moist and is foremost unpleasant and well the quicker I get out of here, the better for my lunges.

I blame the air for my pathetic attack…it is most definitely the air’s fault…

Swinging the war hammer that I had acquired in the lovebath, I’d take an aim to the targeted tribute, fortunate enough to have survived….for now. Pain ceases on my shoulder as I can feel the burn from the lightening pull a part slightly. A sticky sound pitches from the small wound, making my some queasy. Shaking my head, I’d try to fight my body’s retaliation to the pathetic wound…I’ve had much worse. As soon as these carcasses are confirmed dead, then I must find a way to treat the injury. I want to die a more heroic death than just…an infection to the wound.

”I want to taste what’s inside of you…” But fuck..they're all already dead and I didn't even get the chance to hit them. Scanning the bodies, I'd growl with disappointment waving the hammer in the air. "For fucks sake!" Rage fills my veins as the war hammer flies above my head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Kneeling down by the District Two boy, I'd collect his blood with my finger from his wound. Painting the blood on my face, I'd wipe two horizontal lines on either cheek. This is my war paint, this is me ready to the party.

Scouting out Insanis in the pack of killjoys, I'd be ready to retreat before the lust of blood grows stronger. "Come on, we best bloody go..."

Blood
blood
blood

[flees from area]
[collects firewood]
[does f/a on self for -3]
[receives 1 bundle of med plants from Iain and uses them on self for -2]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 22:45:32 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Feb 15, 2016 22:45:32 GMT -5

There's so much going on, and everything happens so fast. A rush of tributes come in and it feels like the Bloodbath all over again. They're shortly outnumbered and my arm tenses up. Is this something I can do? My eyes travel to the write and I can see Danny, ready to go, and then on the left, Ezero. My mind flashes to Basil, laying hidden, helpless, and all my doubt washes away. I lash out and a slight smile spreads across my lips as I feel my knife come in contact with skin. The tearing of flesh is as loud as the thunder. His blood begins to litter the swamp floor and I can feel the warm liquid splash onto my shirt and roll down my arm. I don't flinch away, I don't scream.

The image of Basil keeps my feet planted to the ground.

There's another flurry of attacks as I prepare my next. The tributes seem to multiply each time I blink. My breathing becomes rapid as more and more arrive. For a brief moment I shut my eyes, forgetting where I am, and force myself to relax. I refocus, and prepare for my next attack, but before I can make a move a loud sound splits across the sky. I look to my left and tree roots are being uplifted from the ground. I don't even have time to call out a warning, because by the time my mind can process anything, the tree has already hit the ground. Three figures lie underneath it, and my mouth falls open when I realize it was our targets. They don't even have time to move before more tributes attack them, stealing their very last breath. I stand there, staring. Until the canons break the silence.

1

2

3

Gone. At least the Gamemakers should be happy. After the tree fell they were left so helpless, a few more attacks and they were done. Even the blind kid managed to kill one of them. I turn my head around so quick I think I may have given myself whiplash, but I don't care. I need to find Danny and Ezero, I need to make sure they're okay. Relief floods over my body, when I see them standing a few feet away. I begin to make my way over to them, pushing through the other tributes, not caring who I piss off. I finally reach them, and I can finally breathe again. Ezero gives us his hands, more than eager to leave, and I don't blame him. I glance at his hand apprehensively, I'm not normally one to show affection, but he seems to need it. Who am I to deny him this small comfort? My eyes flash to my right. "Ready Danny?" and I pray she says yes, my breathing is starting to grow heavy again. So we take a few more steps closer to Basil.

A few more steps closer to home.

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[delta castley leaves the fight]
[delta use first aid on herself for -3]
[delta collects 3 bundles of edible/medicinal plants]
[delta eats one bundle of edible/medicinal plants for -2]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 15, 2016 23:19:21 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 15, 2016 23:19:21 GMT -5

and heaven is sleeping
above thunder and lightning
and the devil is laughing
at the darkness falling

They flooded from everywhere all at once, an abundance of living breathing bodies that both crowded Danny and reassured her. Even as she grabbed for another knife, already cursing that she’d lost the first, she felt herself subconsciously grabbing for sleeves at her wrists that weren’t there. They could all see the bruises, on her arms and chest, but here in the Arena bruises and blood were the new black and no one seemed to pay them any special attention. She wasn’t sure whether or not she should feel alienated or welcomed.

Subconsciously she began to keep track of the faces she saw, searching for the blonde haired puppet and her allies. She would tear them to shreds. The anger flared unsurprisingly, distracting her for a moment. She’d always been temperamental, and it was probably what would get her killed eventually in this Arena. Funny. Her mother had always said her emotions would be the end of her, and at the time Danny had smiled because she’d thought she didn’t have a clue. Now it was beginning to look like her mother would be right.

But the puppets, the Capitol dolls, were not among this group. Anger quickly shifted into an anxiety that twisted in the pit of her stomach as she thought of Basil, alone and weak. They’d already tried to kill him once. Who was to say they wouldn’t do it again? The thought of losing the painter - of losing any of her allies - was more painful than she expected.

And so, too, was the sight of the three before her falling for the last time.

Danny stumbled back, legs sloshing through the water and the heat. Her chest heaved, arms trying to find something to steady herself but only hitting the thick humidity. Without meaning to she dropped down until she was kneeling in the water, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment and trying to blink away the blurriness in her vision. The other tributes and the corpses and the sky swung around and around until she could tell the difference between anything anymore. She bit down on her tongue, forcing herself to stay calm. Not now. She repeated it over and over again in her head. This cannot happen now.

She forced her breathing to steady, shutting out the exhaustion and pain. Out. We need to get out. Because after the attack of the puppets she found she didn’t trust anyone anymore. She opened her eyes only to stop the images that had been flashing through her mind since the Bloodbath - of Basil stumbling, seemingly blinded by pain, of her lurching forward to catch him and running, running, run run run -

Delta and Ezero were expecting her, nearly pleading with her. Another startling realization jolted through her. They weren’t going to leave her behind. Because they didn’t know. They didn’t know that she wasn’t worth saving, that even the Gamemakers knew she was a lost cause. They didn’t recognize the bruises and blood for what they were - a black spot, a curse, a condemnation. And Ripred, ignorance was bliss, wasn’t it?

Would they still fight for her if they knew how rotten she truly was on the inside?

She didn’t bother trying to find out. Danny stood and took one step, two, three, forcing herself farther away from an edge that would send her toppling into an abyss from which there was no return. She wanted to get away from this hell. She wanted peace and quiet and solitude. She wanted to be with Delta and Ezero and Basil because they didn’t know, because they almost seemed to care.

And maybe because she liked them. Just a little.

[Danny drags herself away from the ~~abyss~~ fight]
[Danny uses first aid on herself for -3]
[Danny gathers three bundles of edible/medicinal plants]
[Danny eats one bundle of edible/medicinal plants for -2]
[Danny uses 5ft of bandages on herself for -1]
[Danny collects firewood]
[Danny receives spray paint, rabbit's foot, and butterfly necklace from sponsorship]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 16, 2016 11:46:46 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 16, 2016 11:46:46 GMT -5

i n s a n i s .

{Living in a cruel world,
Trudging with my feet in the snow,}

They never had a damn chance, not while I was here. The moment I decided to join in their graves were as good as buried. I let out a grunt of satisfaction as my hammer connects with his leg. I'm point blank, I can see who it is. He's young, but lacks the innocence. He's a career, I remember that for sure. He's not innocent because he's from a career district and he's probably been training to gut people like me since he could walk. Fuck district two he was mentored by the false queen Cricket Antoinnete. It's all the more satisfying. A resounding, satisfying crunch fills the air and that confirms it.

There goes his leg.

He won't be running anywhere. I don't even look into his eyes to absorb the agony he's in, that's all done for me. I just look at his disgusting leg, his femur sticking out of flesh like a jagged rock. It's so beautifully repulsive. His once white bones dyed red by his life's blood. Once a proud career. Now I've reduced him to nothing but a fucking cripple. No agony, no cries of pain will top that. I've ruined him. None of that matters because he'll surely be dead soon.

Of course I'm right.

More shadows, daggers in the cover of the dark strike at him. Opening his flesh, gashing his body with more and more wounds, each one more painful than the next. Every attack, every knife, every axe intricately weaves past me and strikes him. Bang. A hilt of a dagger is poking out of his stomach. Bang. Someone's knife sails past him, opening his skin. BANG! A branch falls over the top of him, amplifying his agony. I raise my hammer, licking my lips. No. I don't want to risk it, I keep my hammer down, not wanting to shatter his skull and end his suffering. No, that won't be fun. I want him to dance his one legged dance, I want him to squirm like a rat. I want him to-

BOOM!

His canon fires, resounding through my ear drums and the rest of the arena. I recoil in slight confusion and I'm greeted by the sight of a familiar face standing over him, bloodied axe in hand. I see his crumpled, battered body strewn across the ground, the agony finally ending in the eruption I hadn't anticipated. The sister less twin from District ten ended his suffering, like a stupid fucking angel of mercy. Mercy...

"That was too early, idiot!" I snarl at her. She spoiled my fun and games. He was suffering, the agony was clear and I didn't even need to stare into his eyes to know. And she ended him. She had no right to do that, she had no right to pass judgement. That was my right, I'm the one who crippled him. I'm grinding me teeth, my good hand tightening on the handle of my hammer. I've been cheated. I have half a mind to raise it and bring it down right over the top of her head, she can just take his place on the rack if she wants to be an angel of mercy...

BOOM! BOOM!

Two more cannons, two more bodies crumple to the ground. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm surrounded. I spot Hettie, Iain and Cecilia in the area, finally properly acknowledging them. We're surrounded. There's so many more, I don't even know who they're going to turn on next. Anyone could be next in line, anyone could be up in line for the torture, next on the rack. I don't want to find out to be perfectly honest. I immediately turn attention to myself. I'm weak. Whatever Colgate did to sabotage me, it was something electrical, lightning or something. That crash following by searing agony that left me unconscious. I can still feel it, my body it's turning numb. I feel weak, as if precious energy is draining from me by the minute. I can't even feel the pain any more. What if they can tell? I'm in a den of wolves and I'm not prepared. Fucking Soap O'Leary. He sabotaged me and now...

"Come on, we best bloody go..." I recognise Hettie's voice, it reaches in and plucks me from this sea of doubt and worry, snapping me back to my senses.

Before I know it she's leaving, obviously wanting us to follow. I turn to Iain and Cecilia. "We're done here, let's go!" I tell them and quickly follow after her. I push my moment of weakness to the back of my mind. It wasn't my fault. It was his. You'll pay for this. Oh yes, the false king will pay.

[Insanis flees.
Uses first aid on himself for -3
Receives medical plants from Iain and uses for -1 (or is it -2?)
More to come???]

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your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander Feb 16, 2016 12:20:18 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Feb 16, 2016 12:20:18 GMT -5

i a i n .

Frozen in time, Iain looked around watching as the fighting carried on. A war raged inside him telling him fighting was the right thing to do, yet in the back of his mind, Iain knew fighting was wrong. Killing people was wrong. Murdering innocent lives meant nothing, but there he stood in the midst of a storm charging forward with his harpoon in the air until a loud crack filled the air around him. He stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the tree slowly falling towards the ground. It was going closer and closer and closer until it landed with a thud shaking the waterlogged floor beneath him. His eyes widened with fear as he stared at the three tributes resting beneath it - one face lying helplessly on the ground made his heart drop into the pits of his stomach.

The weight of the world crashed around him pressing heavily against his fragile shoulders as he stared at the blood flowing from her wounds as well as the two other tributes gathered around. Disgust set sourly in his stomach before slowly rising into his throat scorching the lining of his esophagus with the acidic substance threatening to burst from his lips at any given second, but somehow he managed to hold it down as he watched another person strike the young tribute from district two. A career trained for the games.

Grief flowed rapidly through his veins as his cannon blasted through the arena. Every hair stood on end as he raised his shirt above his face blocking away the tears swimming relentlessly in his eyes. Sweat rolled down his face. His shaggy hair plastered against his face as he stared at Carrita wishing he was capable of helping her. But he wasn't because within seconds another cannon sound, and Iain knew then he had to get out because right now a storm was raging through, and he had no idea of what would happen once his district partner joined the faces in the sky.

Through the crowd, Iain spotted Hettie and Insanis running from the fight, and Iain knew it was done. He knew he had to get out of there before the worse came into play, but his mind was frozen as he stared at his lifeless district partner on the ground. A veil tore inside him, and for the first time in his entire life, right and wrong blended together forming one word. Black and white was no longer defining lines because all he saw was a world filled with gray. "We're done here, let's go!" Insanis broke through his thoughts, and Iain turned towards him nodding his head before hoisting the harpoon and his trash bag into the air, but he never moved until he knew Ceci was standing next to him. "We have to get out of here, Ceci." He whispered quietly hoping she would hear him before turning away from the fight and running as fast as his crippled leg would allow him.

gathers 3 bundles of med plants
gives 1 bundle of med plants to Insanis
gives 1 bundle of med plants to Hettie
does first aid on self for -3
flees the fight
more to possibly come???

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Post by kap on Feb 16, 2016 13:08:55 GMT -5

Everything had come out of nowhere to Andy. He had been in a place he thought was going to be relatively peaceful and relatively safe. He was completely and utterly mistaken. There was nothing safe about anywhere in the Hunger Games. He had been attacked multiple times with no chance to fight back. It was all going much too quickly for him, and he didn’t know what was happening at first, or why. What had he done wrong? He hadn’t killed anyone, at least not yet. He hadn’t done more than a little damage to anyone. What had he done to deserve this? He had no idea. Though, among all these thoughts were a few things much more prominent. There were some things he couldn’t push from his mind as the suffering of all of the attacks and damage done to his body slowly sunk in.

Flynn would be furious. There was no doubt he would be taking it out on the other children because of Andy’s miserable failure. Andesite, the pathetic, midget boy from District Two. He knew that this ultimate failure, and undeniable defeat would be causing the others pain. Despite being trained all his life for these games, Andy had failed. He had completely failed, and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt all of the pain that was happening to him just then, and he knew that the others back home would be enduring pain as well. No, the pain wouldn’t lead to death like it would for Andy, but he knew that there was no doubt that it would be terrible indeed.

Another thing was in Andy’s mind, though. Carrita Nessege, the young girl from District Eleven. There was no doubt that his infatuation with her, causing him to be distracted, had lead to his death. He knew that he wouldn’t be the only one to die just then, either, though. He watched his allies being mauled ruthlessly, just like what was happening to Andy. Things were slowly fading out, and he saw Caritta, as well as Lemon, both being bludgeoned. He knew it was over for he and his alliance.

Things began to fade away from Andesite. It was terrible, as he knew that his mind was dying, just like the rest of his body. He closed his eyes, feeling the pain of one last strike. There was a spear stabbed into him, and he knew who did it. He recognized the voice of Noelia, even though they had never spoken directly to one another. She said it was for Dane. Dane was the one Andy had attacked in the bloodbath. He hadn’t killed him, no, but he had done some damage.

Maybe I deserve this death. Andy thought to himself. Maybe what Flynn taught me… Fighting and thievery… Aiming to kill others to win the games… Maybe it was wrong. It had to have been. It was completely wrong. Flynn built this up for me. He trained me, saying that it would bring me glory. Why is it that all this brings me and others pain and despair? It’s not worth it, this fighting. I should have begged for someone else to take my place. I should have just went home that night, and let Flynn beat me senseless for not taking my stand in the games. I shouldn’t have come here, thinking I could win.

These thoughts racing through the mind of the young, blond haired boy were hopeless. No matter what he thought about that he could had done differently, it wouldn’t change what happened right then. He was going to be gone any moment. His life would be over, and there was no way that could be changed. No one who may have had the chance of missing him would be alive to do so. The only person he thought may have actually cared for him at this point in life was Carrita, as he had no real family back home. He had lived with Flynn. He didn’t know his actual parents, or if he even had any siblings. There was no way he would ever know, either. He wondered if his parents, however, if they were watching this, knew it was their own son, dying in an unforgiving circumstance on live, national television in front of all of Panem. It they did, though, did they even care?

It was Flynn’s fault all of this had happened. If it weren’t for Flynn, Andy wouldn’t have even wanted to be in the games. He would have been safe at home, not dealing with all of this. He wouldn’t be dying. Though, it couldn’t be helped. He was dying. It was over. Muttering out one last thing, he decided to say one last thing to the world. One last thing to Flynn.

”Screw you, Flynn.”

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Post by * on Feb 17, 2016 8:32:06 GMT -5

Omg. My first filler. Sorry guys. I actually thought I would have more time to do this flee.

Cecilia is all kinds of like.. Death! I don't like... has moment of fear. Finds lain and goes with her group.

Blah, Blah

[Flees with her alliance]

Cecilia does the following:

Collects bundle of firewood
Does first aid on self for -3
Uses 5ft bandages for -1
~~becomes spiderwoman by the end of the fight~~
More come to come if I wasn't late getting to work as it is...

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Feb 17, 2016 11:51:57 GMT -5

[presto]

[/presto]

Humans attacked in swarms. This swarm was big and dangerous, and left three cannon shots in its wake. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" All three screamed, perfectly in a row, across the sky. Three people were dead.

Three people that, now that he looked at them, were trying to kill him only an hour or so ago. The small one, the ugly one, and the one who looked fifty. They tried to be his demise, and a swarm had made sure they did not succeed.

When the first body had fallen, one thought crossed his mind:

Noelia is a murderer now.

And she was. She had plunged her spear deep into the ugly boy, and he had fallen without the ability to once again rise. She had killed him.

When the second body fell, a new thought hit him:

Kite is a murderer, too.

Which was terrifying. Until that moment, he hadn't had much faith in the blind boy from Four. He, of course, didn't mind having him around, but he had always been certin Kite would be the first to go. This made him wonder if he knew what he was talking about at all. ("Nope, he doesn't.." He could hear Alida say, "Still cute though.")

When the third cannon rang in his ear, his mouth was already open and he already saw stars. Again, one thought was replayed in his head:

Fuck, so is Timothy.

In moments, everyone he was meant to trust, with an exception of Celia who had already done a decent job of it on her own, had given him a reason both not to trust them and to completely trust them. He didn't know which option to choose.

They could fight, obviously. Dane wouldn't be all alone day to day. They didn't mind laying a demon.

But those were also points that made him wonder if he should leave.

When he gathered the things that had been sponsored to him, (a bag, a a medkit, some antivenom, and an axe,) and found himself following them instead of going in his own direction.

He'd run from things that scared him enough. That's why he was there in the first place.

He looked over to Noelia for a quick moment. Her trembling hands were reapers of lost souls now. She was a death threat in human form, and all he could see was her hand in his, her smile matching his own.

"I'll be seeing you." was all he could say.

He took a deep breath in, and trudged on.

[presto]

[/presto]

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[dane flees]
[dane uses f/a on self for -3]
[dane gathers firewood]

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Post by cass on Feb 17, 2016 20:13:16 GMT -5

She let out a long and low whistle as she watched the District Eleven shrimp fall to the ground. If she hadn’t been so pissed about the lack of blood she’d probably have turned on the guy that had killed her. She had wanted to slaughter her. It wasn’t fair, she wanted to whine. But instead she satisfied herself by scowling, and digging a heel into the ground as she slung her axe over her shoulder. As the echoing boom of the canons –one, two, three- disappeared the crowd scattered. If Scout hadn’t known better she’d have thought they were all bloody idiots, and her gaze lazily shifted through them, seeking out a new target, now that this one was dead.

Low and behold that other District Eleven fled from her sight. What? How hadn’t she noticed? How had she not noticed that such a prized possession was in her midst, her gaze drifted to shrimpy’s carcass, and a devilish grin flickered onto her face. Oh, that was right, she’d had a toy already before her. As tempting as it was to chase after Cryito’s brother she didn’t, instead she spun, moving to face the young, scrawny thing that had killed her victim.

With a few sauntering steps she made her way over to the kid. She didn’t recognise his face, so she didn’t know his name. She supposed she should ask, seeing as he had –if only slightly- impressed her. But she wasn’t the type of person to ask, lest people think of her as a companion. Instead, with her free hand she gave him a heavy whack on the back. She offered him one of her feral grins, eyes hungry. “At least you aren’t trash, boy.” Perhaps the closest thing she’d ever get to saying you’re alright to that kid.

Her attention was quickly distracted, however, and the scrawny kid that had defeated her enemy slipped from her mind as fast as it had appeared. Instead her eyes widened, and with a grin to cheerful for her own lips she skipped towards another person. A name she knew, a face she recognised. “Celia.” She said, raising a hand to the girl in an unusual gesture of kindness. The rough, and bloodthirsty tribute from district twelve was worthy of her time, the two were as sadistic as each other. It hadn’t taken long for them to recognise the blackness in each of their hearts. They clapped hands together and Scout’s grin broadened.

”I’ll beat you to the next one, unless you think you can take me on.” She raised a wonderfully designed eyebrow in Celia’s direction. She had no clue were her allies were, and it didn’t bother her, she could conquer this entire arena with her eyes shut. Look at that idiot from District Four that had just killed that kid, he was blind. He was a lucky kid, though, she’d had her eye on him, wanting to rid her glorious arena of his stain, but with his stunning track record she would hold off. He was more effective then half her own allies.

As fun as those last few moments had been they hadn’t lasted long enough. She was an expert torturer, and that clusterfuck had left her with little chances to showcase her skill. In the end she’d been as useful as an apple in the middle of the ocean with a starving horse on the mainland. She wished she could have played with the three dead bodies a little longer, but alas she supposed she’d have to calm her urges until the next fight.

A movement caught her trained eye, and she twisted, grabbing Celia’s arm in the motion. Suddenly like a career on reaping morning she bounced forwards, her free hand pointing at the creature she’d just spotted. “Oh ho ho, what do we have here?” She sang cheerfully. “This looks fun.”

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Feb 18, 2016 17:01:48 GMT -5

The rain of blood comes to a sudden halt. I blink twice to reassure myself that this air is mine, and I have not been pulled to the underworld.

Grey clouds sit above my head. A cannon sounds in the distant skies and I confuse it for the wails of my dying heartbeat, desperately trying to make an escape from my ribcage. I know the cannon signals the fall of the boy from Two—taken into a deathbed by my hands. A voice becomes a whisper, oceans of blood turn to puddles.

Yet I am not dead.

Every part of me wants to run away: shaking hands and legs suffering earthquakes—I look around for an escape route once again, to find the peacefulness I long for, a peacefulness to replace this fractured serenity. I get lost in the possibilities until the sound of three cannons pulls me thought. A short inhalation of breath with each one:

one,

two,

three.

Pain absorbs me. Every inch of my surroundings becomes black with my actions. A thick red liquid dripping over my eyes to reveal a world of true horror and murder. The root of all this evil is solved by a simple equation, the answer revealing itself to me by presenting a mirror, in which I am forced to look.

I have turned from paper to rock, from rock to a demon.

The world moves slowly, one second at a time. The remaining tributes cast their gaze to me yet I dive deep into the eyes of a travelling home: Dane. His allies eat away at the remnants of my confidence, each one of them morphing to become a mountain I'd have to move to see him again.

The broken boy met the broken girl, and feather efforts could not fix stone tragedies.

"I'll be seeing you." He says, my blank canvas of a face becomes art, and is painted with a battered smile. Happiness is a flower that grows in dying grounds, and here it only does the same.

"Don't make it the last time." I call to him, but he turns to walk away. "Please." A single word becomes almost silent as it breaks free from my patched up chest.

I follow his lead and do the same: twisting on my heels, retracing my path of entry to this rewritten bloodbath. Scout disappears, Quadrys and Amerika are nowhere to be seen. I continue to plod along, each step adding coal to the fires of hope burning within.

Determination is what it takes to survive; destiny is luck.

I follow hollow tracks, focussed on the memories of destruction I have created in the past few hours. I piece it all together one by one, until eventually I recognise I was born to ruins. I am human, and with that comes emotional baggage and stomach-churning guilt and a guiding heart which aims to light up the dark.

Vision flickers, and I see blood on my hands.

I am unbearably human, I think to myself.

I am unbearably human.

[ noelia flees the fight ]
[ uses f/a on self for -3 ]
[ gathers three bundles of edible/medicinal plants ]
[ collects firewood ]
[ receives medkit, antivenom in sponsorship ]

Last Edit: Feb 18, 2016 17:02:43 GMT -5 by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]

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