you've cat to be kitten me || housewives vs hellcats (day 2)
Feb 20, 2016 14:24:25 GMT -5
Post by ulysses d11 tribsit on Feb 20, 2016 14:24:25 GMT -5
Sol Shim awoke to the rise that he’d been named after. It was a morning that he had lasted to, and when he first heard the very so sloshing and gushing of the marshy land that he’d been placed on with these twenty other sailors he at first panicked. Where was he? Had he been kidnapped? Had he walked off into the forest one night and found a resting place, finding himself wanting to rise once again as the sun had too? But, he found his hands resting on the handles of the Javelins he had claimed from the center that had started it all (the start had really begun when fourteen turned on three, those three never to return to a regular heartbeat of one two three, one two three.)
They were to never awaken to the sunrise, or the sunset ever again. Yesterday had started their beginning steps in the journey towards the fate they’ve all been destined to (never to rise again outside of this cell, never to rise to another set or another rise.) They will all forever be encased in this arena that they’ve been locked in oh so easily by a single injection placed in their arm (they track everywhere they go, watch every single move).
There is no escaping the grasp of a monster who will take every bit of pride that you own, every bit of sanity and grind them down to the smallest of bits that not even the greatest scientists in the world can put back together. They take those nightmares that never came to you and put them right in the front, with a whole nother batch of them to make nights restless for you are the only one of twenty three people who were all loved by someone (there’s always a someone) and they had all fallen--
for that one person to remain standing. (They’re always watching.)
Inhale, exhale.
A simple task that he’s brought to a mastered skill that he wishes to keep as he keeps stepping, a pitter patter of quick movements as he arose on his ground to stretch. His Flower Crown placed on his backpack filled with the goodies he had claimed from the towering cornucopia that he had taken all his wants from.
The male looked up at the sky, transfixed by the generated image they’d been given that day. It was all a generated piece of land, everything was a very, very realistic generation for a place that he’d be forced to fight in. The others start to wake up slowly, the dreamer and the crazy. The druggie who had come from his home and himself, the dreamer who finds himself way too high up in the clouds to return to a normality that seemed real. (This is definitely not real.)
Yesterday, they had joined the second battle that raged throughout the arena.
Today, they are about to join that fight yet again. (They’re coming!) A sound of a shoe meeting the ground, a wet squeak as the foam meets the water it would start to increase in sound as they get closer.
And Sol mumbled. ”They’re coming.”
The others, somewhat unaware of what he had been mentioning he says it louder.
”They’re coming.”
He grips his dagger, ready to stab anyone who came within his reach.
”They’re coming. Are you ready?” The male from District Five sure hoped so, because he lunged.
[attacks hellcat #1, knife]
0vB4gA|fknife
[result]
2143 -- Stabbed in Back --9.0 damage 10.0 damage (+1 blades)
knife
They were to never awaken to the sunrise, or the sunset ever again. Yesterday had started their beginning steps in the journey towards the fate they’ve all been destined to (never to rise again outside of this cell, never to rise to another set or another rise.) They will all forever be encased in this arena that they’ve been locked in oh so easily by a single injection placed in their arm (they track everywhere they go, watch every single move).
There is no escaping the grasp of a monster who will take every bit of pride that you own, every bit of sanity and grind them down to the smallest of bits that not even the greatest scientists in the world can put back together. They take those nightmares that never came to you and put them right in the front, with a whole nother batch of them to make nights restless for you are the only one of twenty three people who were all loved by someone (there’s always a someone) and they had all fallen--
for that one person to remain standing. (They’re always watching.)
Inhale, exhale.
A simple task that he’s brought to a mastered skill that he wishes to keep as he keeps stepping, a pitter patter of quick movements as he arose on his ground to stretch. His Flower Crown placed on his backpack filled with the goodies he had claimed from the towering cornucopia that he had taken all his wants from.
The male looked up at the sky, transfixed by the generated image they’d been given that day. It was all a generated piece of land, everything was a very, very realistic generation for a place that he’d be forced to fight in. The others start to wake up slowly, the dreamer and the crazy. The druggie who had come from his home and himself, the dreamer who finds himself way too high up in the clouds to return to a normality that seemed real. (This is definitely not real.)
Yesterday, they had joined the second battle that raged throughout the arena.
Today, they are about to join that fight yet again. (They’re coming!) A sound of a shoe meeting the ground, a wet squeak as the foam meets the water it would start to increase in sound as they get closer.
And Sol mumbled. ”They’re coming.”
The others, somewhat unaware of what he had been mentioning he says it louder.
”They’re coming.”
He grips his dagger, ready to stab anyone who came within his reach.
”They’re coming. Are you ready?” The male from District Five sure hoped so, because he lunged.
[attacks hellcat #1, knife]
0vB4gA|fknife
[result]
2143 -- Stabbed in Back --
knife
[/presto]
[/presto]
