tempest in a teapot || day 3 fight
Jul 2, 2016 12:37:17 GMT -5
Post by jess on Jul 2, 2016 12:37:17 GMT -5
E M M E R Y
when daylight hits, i've had enough.
the smell of blood, flooding my mouth and nostrils and making it painfully hard to breathe, and the scent of something i've been afraid of since childhood - it hurts. not the physical kind of pain, but mental pain, and it stabs at me through the entire night. when my eyes open, vision adjusting to the intrusion of light, i turn to my side and see the blood, and that's when i throw up.
good thing my back was turned.
that day, we move on. once i am free from the blood, air hits my lungs and it feels euphoric, blissful to feel free from the humidity of the pool of blood. it's still hard to breathe, and the scent of blood still lingers in the air, but it's easier to stay stable. mentally stable. though i've never been that way, i have never felt more sane than when i am freed from the sight of copious amounts of blood. maybe it will make me immune to seeing the other tributes bleed. i highly doubt it, but it'll make it the slightest bit more bearable.
we decide to move on, and we travel on. and on. until suddenly a gust of wind hits me and i jerk backwards. a sudden storm? i attempt to open my eyes to see that it is a sudden storm. a storm we are about to walk straight through.
my allies show no sign of letting up and leaving, so we walk through the storm, as bad as it feels - i can't tell if it's worse than the pool of blood or not, but at least it doesn't bring back nauseating memories. so i move forward, encouraged by the thought that it's not the worst that has happened.
that is, until i see figures in the distance.
i've never been good at matching names to faces, so when we approach the four people in the distance, i can't remember who any of them are - until i recognise minos, and my heart goes weird because if we're here that means we're fighting but minos is home and i don't want to fight home. not minos. my knife is already in my hand but i will never point it at minos.
the boy next to minos is the one with the beard, the one who was there when i carried my ally as she died. i don't know his name. the other two i do not know at all. my head hurts as i try to remember things i never even knew, and i give up.
i close my eyes and envision the mutts from the previous day. how nasty they had been, how i had so easily swung my flail at them and attacked. i remember the bloodbath, when i hit people as well, without regards to them at all. but this is different. there are less people here, and they are people. i have encountered home, his friend, and two strangers, but they're people even if strangers. but i can't waste time. i've learned that, because i hesitated slightly when fighting with the mutts and now i've got a nice welt on my arm to demonstrate that, even if it's healing up.
i don't want anyone to die. i never have. i've been afraid of watching others die since my parents died one after the other, but i've seen death recently. so if i do see it again, will it really matter?
don't waste time. i don't waste time. i am the first one to swing, and i swing my weapon at...
...you?Made by Frankel
emmery attacks iona with knife
WQ2K4icSknife
[Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]
howling storm mechanic roll
1-20
[kodama, follows trib for remainder of games day]
knife�1-20WQ2K4icSknife
[Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]
howling storm mechanic roll
1-20
[kodama, follows trib for remainder of games day]