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it's a trap! #day1 #squadghouls Oct 19, 2017 16:52:56 GMT -5

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Post by pup on Oct 19, 2017 16:52:56 GMT -5

I run away, blood dripping profusely from my leg and arm where the girls had managed to slash me before I had swiped back at them dealing equally damaging blows. Something was off, something was wrong. I had gotten away too easy. Everyone had gotten away too easy.

There had been no cannons.

The girls I had yelled at as I fled had won to easily, and I knew what the problem was. No one stood to fight them. No one but me. Where had been the people who had meant to be there with me?

I'll find out soon enough as I fight my way through the forestry surrounding me in the direction that they had run. I breath heavily as thoughts race through my head. Why had they deserted me? Were they trying to abandon me or was it simply that they were scared.

I was scared too.

Scared I would never see Emily again.

They weren't helping.

They weren't fighting towards going home or at least getting me to the point where I could go home. No, they were weak. If they had stayed by my side we may have been able to kill, to be one step closer to home with a pile of weapons at our side to fight all those who oppose us away.

Now, though?

We are left with nothing.

Nothing more than the crack that resounded when the girl from seven had struck Alice's leg and the blood dripping from my many wounds.

I see Enzo and Mila gently propping the girl from three up against a tree. I had thought she would be the fighter among the three. I had thought she would have been the one helping me. Not the one who had been ditching along them at the slightest sign of trouble.

My legs slow down to a trot as I reach them, standing beneath the tree as I place my hands on my knees, breathing heavily. My hair falls in front of my head as I gasp, my eyes locked on the foliage beneath my feet. The air seems colder, gently tickling my skin.

I take a few moments, regaining my breath before I look up at them.

"What the actual fuck, guys? We could have taken them and you just left me there to die?"

My breathy voice rings out against the eerie silence in the woods, the trees seeming to whisper among us at the sound of it.

I let out a groan as I collapse to the ground, placing my hands behind me as I spread my legs out to prop myself up to face them.

"Look at this! You just fucking left me there to fight those four bitches all alone!" I say louder as my voice starts to come back to me, "Now they have an arsenal and we have, what??" I scoff, holding my mostly empty bag up to the group. It seems as if it couldn't hold the slightest object.

I sigh, the ringing sound I know too well from the TV coming from above. "At least they liked me getting beat up to fight four people at once!" I say gesturing up to the parachute with my middle finger as it narrowly misses one of the dark tree branches that sway in a nonexistent, ghostly wind.

I open it and grin, "Now that's more like it." I say, pulling out the large sword. I grab the spiked object that I had use to break and slash just a few moments earlier and toss it to Mila. "Here, take this," I say, observing my new weapon, "Name it [insert here when we decide on a name lmao] or some shit like that. I'll name this Daniela, Bringing of Annoyance." I chuckle at my reference to the obnoxious girl from eight as I brandish the weapon.

My legs push me up again as I place my sword on top of my bag, my eyes locked onto the tree that my ~~traitorous~~ allies had propped Alice up against. My train of thought immediately shifted as my eyes widened at the golden spheres blowing gently in the branches. "Woah..." I say, in a voice a lot less harsh than earlier, "Did you guys notice this earlier and not tell me? I gotta get myself one of those."

I grin as I walk towards the tree, reaching up, I grab one and pluck it down. I pull it gently open to expose the sweet odor. "Woah," I say again, my eyes wide at the golden liquid. I know it's not safe, but before anyone can stop me I down the liquids, the sweet and sour taste stinging my mouth. The smell had entrapped me, and now the taste had caught me too.

Immediately I grin, starting to feel a bit woozy. "Haha," I giggle with a hiccup, my worries suddenly gone in the instant I had tasted the sweet nectar, "You guys should try this it feels great."

I turn as I hear a sound behind me, my feet stumbling, my words slurrrrring, "haha guys oh my god look at this! Daniela turned into a birdy and she's come to haunt me!" I lunge at the bird, "C'mhere danny!"

[Picks up 3 Fruit from Honeydrop Tree]
[Eats 1 of the said fruit]
[hangover roll in trib maint]
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it's a trap! #day1 #squadghouls Oct 19, 2017 16:53:56 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Oct 19, 2017 16:53:56 GMT -5

alice sullivan

this is a filler b/c hospitals are exhausting woooooo

> "I could have fuckin had her, I swear to god," Alice mutters as she's hauled off towards the shadows in the trees. If she'd just turned around fast enough the girl from seven wouldn't know what had hit her. Instead of the other way around, that is.

> They set her down and she grunts, pain shooting up her leg. She needs something to hold it - she remembers a little bit from their mandatory first-aid training after all. As she thinks this, Serena shows up. "What the actual fuck, guys? We could have taken them and you just left me there to die?" The girl, bloodied, sits. "Look at this! You just fucking left me there to fight those four bitches all alone! Now they have an arsenal and we have, what?"

> "I love your bravado Fennel, but get the fuck off of your high horse." She snorts, wiggles her unbroken leg in the air. "If I had two working legs, sure."

> Sponsorship!! She opens her packages, splints her leg while gritting her teeth, analyzes the Brass Knuckle High Heels. She bets they're from her sylist and grins. "Fuckin awesome - Mila check these out!".

> She looks at her bloody axe. It's very cool. She wouldn't want to name her weapon after a tribute, that's just reminding her of too much. "You look like a Melanie. Melanie the Skullsplitter."

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> She spies Serena eating the fruit. Continues to observe her. Girl are u ok

> "Hey, Moreno - toss me one of those?" She peels the fruit, smelling something sickly sweet. There's only one way to tell if these are poisonous or not, she supposes. If the GMs had wanted to kill them with these, wouldn't they have done it in a manner... she glances at Serena ("haha guys oh my god look at this daniela turned into a birdy"). Less stupid?

> She takes a bite. It's delicious, and she feels a familiar sharpness. "This is a booze tree." She laughs. "Fennel you're such a lightweight oh my god."

[alice collects 3 medplants]
[alice collects firewood]
[alice collects 3 honeydrop fruit]
[alice uses 1 medplant on herself]
[alice names her axe]
[alice receives sponsorship items]
[alice eats a Honeydrop fruit - intoxication roll will be in tribmaint]

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 19, 2017 16:54:22 GMT -5

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The animals break out their cages now
Chaos is raining down around us
But here we stand with our arms folded
Do you wanna be free of this?

My mouth tastes like bile and blood. I think it’s my own blood (thankfully) because I bit my tongue on the way out of that hellhole as I was stumbling away with Alice and Mila. Alice’s leg looks awfully bad, but I don’t say anything as we limp away from the fight; I’m just glad to be out of there. My parents will be predictably disappointed that I didn’t stay, but who cares at this point? I shouldn’t even be thinking about them and their fucking opinions. I’m trying to stay alive, and the best course of action for an anxious fighter like me is to get the hell out. And Alice needed help.

Speaking of, the girl from Three is mumbling as we help her along. Mumbling aggressively, actually, ranting that "I could have fuckin had her, I swear to god," and other such nonsense.

“I bet you could have, but there’s still time. The battle doesn’t have to happen all at once.”

This, of course, is the most absurd advice I’ve ever given, being cowardly and all. I firmly believe that Alice has got what it takes to utterly and completely ruin somebody, so I guess it’s true for her. I just don’t want her to get any ideas about stumbling back there to have another go, and right now she seems keen for it.

Eventually we get tired of hauling her through the brush, so we set her down against a tree. The forest reminds me of autumn, much like the Cornucopia with its pumpkins, but the Gamemakers have upped the spooky factor by, like, a million. Every whistle of the wind makes me jump, and I’m absolutely sure my allies could feel me shaking like an idiot while we were walking. That’s when we hear someone trotting up to us, and my heart seizes in my chest. Then I realize it’s Serena, but she looks pissed.

Is she going to kill us? She’s positively livid, ranting about how she, too, could have taken them all.

(Now I’m convinced my allies have a deathwish.)

I’m about to open up my mouth to defend myself (hey, we were trying to save our ally) but my pacifist ass isn’t ready for a fight. Plus, Alice jumps in, so I feel validated in staying quiet. Instead, I stare down at my feet, noticing the softness of the earth, focusing on my breathing.

Calm, calm, calm.

It doesn’t quite work, and I’m snapped out of it when Alice asks for an apple.

Er, I think it’s an apple. I notice Serena already eating one, then, and I wonder if these things are magic, because she’s acting loopy. I don’t even know if loopy is the right word for it, but – ah, no it’s alcohol.

I silently nod and toss Alice an apple, then pick one for myself. If not for the bites my allies took, I would probably wonder if they were poisonous. Serena seems….. fine.

At that moment, an unexpected surprise falls from the sky with my name on it.

Sponsorship.

How the fuck? I got a 1. The Moreno name goes a long way, I suppose. I hurry to open up the gifts, and I find the most peculiar set of items. There’s a.. bottle. A weird-looking bag. A shovel??? And some tarp.

Thanks, universe.

Then it dawns on me in a spectacular fashion.

I can actually use this stuff.

“Guys, guys, guys, I’ve got an idea.”

[F/A on Serena for -3]
[Receives a shovel, an empty potion bottle, bag, and tarp from sponsorship]
[Eats one of the booze!apples to calm the fuck down for once in his life]
[Collects firewood]
[Collects three booze!apples for safekeeping

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Post by Kire on Oct 19, 2017 18:25:03 GMT -5

Sirrah Birnam

He could hear them before he saw them. The name Daniela being said so carelessly sent him gritting his teeth and gripping his axe. As they came into view he saw who was speaking and his grip tightened. She was the one who had stabbed him. With the group behind him he suddenly felt a wave of strength run through him. With all of these people to help, surely he could take some sort of revenge on this girl.

This was what they were meant to do, right? After all, he had already known the threat of being hunted when he had sat alone beside the grave of Windy. The Capitol would love to see them rip another alliance apart. They wanted to turn them each into a killer, and the name of the game was kill or be killed.

The bloodlust was strange, and yet intoxicating. He looked to Daniela at his side, with Alfie and Ansel not far away. Eyes narrowed, he raised the axe and rushed forward. This wasn't like him at all, but something about knowing this girl had aimed to kill him, and that she was insulting Daniela made it a little easier to try and slice into her flesh.

[Sirrah attacks Serena with Bloody Axe]
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Post by heather - d2 [mylee] on Oct 19, 2017 18:25:20 GMT -5

i am flesh, bones
i am skin, soul
i am human
nothing more than human

this is a filler because i have so much damn spanish homework to do lmao

i am sweat, flaws
i am veins, scars
i am human
nothing more than human

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[alfie larson attacks serena fennel; spear]

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Oct 19, 2017 18:25:46 GMT -5

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Filler -

"You again," she says, both to Serena and Alice, axe heavy in hand.

- not really angry or malicious, just indifferent
- feelings of guilt

"Sorry about your leg, Alice, but you did hit Quill first — you deserved it."

"Yeah bitch, run. We were having a fucking conversation," Jacinta recalls what Serena had said as she ran with Clementa from the bloodbath.

"Let's continue that conversation we were having in the bloodbath, Serena." But not with words.

Alice deserved what Jacinta gave her — but she isn't sure that Serena deserves this.

[jacinta attacks serena; axe]
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Post by ✨ zozo. on Oct 19, 2017 18:28:51 GMT -5

He's not quite out of breath when he finally escapes the bloodbath, but he's certainly out of fucks to give. A bleeding lip and sagging shoulders, Quill wipes crimson from his chin and squints at the smear on the back of his hand, head racing. A cluster of drums hammer behind his eyes - migraine threatening to consume his vision - and he heaves in gasps of oxygen, catching up with his thoughts and his fear.

"You okay?" and he jumps, wild and lashing out, bloodened axe clutched in his hands and raised to meet the face of Tobias - his shoulders sag again, swearing underneath his breath. "Fuck," he sighs, "you scared me."

He doesn't know whether it's fear of facing an opponent out to kill him or fear of facing him, after walking away, but Quill was taught from a young age to stop apologising so he swallows his sorrys and lets the kid patch him up like nothing had ever happened between them. Like nothing would happen. Like they were just strangers lending a helping hand, not about to slaughter each other in the days to come.

Like he hadn't left Tobias' bed in the middle of the night, hadn't stolen a glance of him in the moonlight, hadn't swallowed hard at the thought of driving a sword through his heart.

Quill closes his eyes and chases the memory away, resting at the bottom of a haunted tree. The girl from Seven, all dark eyes and dark hair, keeps looking to the axe in his hand and he clicks instantly, flipping the weapon over so the handle extended to her. "Trade?" he offers, feeding her gaze on the axe. "You're probably better with it anyway."

An exchange, and he finds the weight of the glaive oddly satisfying. He pushes himself from the base of the tree, testing the weapons' swing in the air around him. Quill smiles, weighing it in his hands, another swing - it fits nicely. "You're no gun, but... I think you'll do just fine."

It's not long before their competitors catch up to them, voices trailing toward the four from a distance. "Shit," Tobias seethes, and their heads snap up - instinctively nervous - at the sound of danger.

Quill steps forward, curiouser and curiouser, disguising stupidity with bravery.

"How many are there?" Tobias asks, far too cautious.

He turns around and grins. "Let's find out."

Before Tobias can protest Quill strides towards the group, leaving muffled outcries behind him. Radley would have laughed, called him stupid - but he is stupid, he thinks to himself. Stupid enough to walk right into danger, all skin and bones and bad luck.

omg hey there's three of em. creepy creepy spoopy spoopy stalky stalky wip wip wip.

"C'mon" he gestures to the group, robes floating with the motion. "Let's follow them."

uhhhh more wip

Quill looks to Tobias and grins, again, thinking that he should really stop doing that - since they're going to die and all.

His cloak falls to the ground beneath his feet and he clutches the glaive with both hands, sly and steadfast.

"I guess it's about time we started killing each-other."

[dars]

quill attacks serena with glaive
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Post by kousei ♚ on Oct 19, 2017 18:28:58 GMT -5

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I've decided that I'm tired of falling for others.

(So why do I stand for nothing?)

The only thing I have left to define me is a measurement for my kill potential arbitrarily scrawled across my name and tattooed across my chest, the weight of such a score strewn across my shoulders is enough to leave giants ready to topple. So why haven't I fallen yet? Ever since that trap door and swinging rope, I never dared to set expectations of myself on a pedestal higher than my knees -- everyone who saw me cursed me to fall.

Icarus dive; I'm still standing. In this deathless graveyard, wandering through this bloodless battlefield with three other heartbeats, one dependent on the other for us to see the next sunrise. Bound by steel, held by blood -- I don't know if I could ever call them anything other than brothers and sisters in arms. United beneath the same white flag, held by the same common purpose but fighting for differing kingdoms. A pulse, a family, a memory.

The tombstones begin to thin and I feel uneasy. No more Atlas Whites or Asha Lumieres to latch onto skin with pseudo presence. I don't like it, the false sense of calm and unease that comes with watching the dead fade away into the distance. "Where are we going?" I sound barely louder than a cold whisper, like a breeze against a a sturdy tree trunk and a star that falls unnoticed.

I will not, cannot, stand for anything. Whether it be the dead or the living.

(Not even myself)

What happened to the courage I watched bloom into bravery?

I tell myself it's just buried, beneath two years worth of the same broken question posed over the shadow of his graveyard. A question I never dared to answer myself, not when everyone who I called friend began to thin, scattering like crushed leaves on the eve of autumn. It only came at the end of that season that I decided I did not care to answer it anymore. Realizing that I was the rotten apple, fallen from the temptation of a false angel with a heart as black as his hands were red.

The trees tower over the four of us like the legs of giants, branches forming lines through the canopy. Yet the lanterns grin with a cruel mockery, mouths curling like a man who holds a thousand secrets in the back of his mind, hundreds for every tribute who's slighted him.

I wonder if they know how we'll fall in the end. A catalyst for the acceleration of fate -- stupid Ansel -- I never believed in such a thing.

I always opened my umbrella in doors because I could and made sure to step on every crack because it made me feel powerful -- I didn't care what omens they would mutter at me from down the road because I was already cursed. Descended from a mother who grieves and a killer who hangs.

So why do I feel so uneasy?

Acceleration, a thousand miles an hour, I press my chest against my racing heart and turn to Sirrah. "I really don-"

(freeze)

his face hardens and his grip tightens around the shaft of his bloodied axe. I hear them, I hear her before they come into view yet he's already charged. "No wait!" But my call for truce falls on deaf ears, for his axe has already left a line of red along Serena's forehead with one stroke.

She bleeds.

(Why do I stand for nothing?)

And she bleeds when Alfie's spear narrowly misses her throat, leaving a fresh spurt of red across her neck rather than opening a crimson fountain like he intended. Yet slaughter doesn't end with the simple draw of first blood, for the girl from Seven steps from behind a tree, bringing her axe down and drawing a red crescent across the sky, spattering her life's blood across the trees as it drips heavy from her axe. She speaks words with negligible meaning, buried behind blood and bitter steel.

One step forwards and I fall for everything, I ignore Quillon's glaive sail past her chest, narrowly missing the finishing blow. Two steps forwards and the wooden spear's clutched tight in my hands rest heavy in my palm, doubling with the magnitude of burdens placed heavy on my shoulders. Numb words fall heavy from my lips, I know they are of negligible value anyway. "Serena," a broken soul rests in his heavy chest of mine and I don't know if I care enough to to mend the fragments that made me human. She left me with my head in the pillow and my torso beneath the sheets. For a second, I forgot where that locomotion was taking us.

One last step, weapon in hand. "Go to sleep."

Two years since that trap door and I've long since forgotten what it meant to stand for something, so what deluded me into thinking I could fall for Serena Fennel?

[Ansel Khiev attacks Serena Fennel; stake]

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[3025 -- Deep Gash on Forehead -- 9.0 damage]

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Post by Lyn𝛿is on Oct 19, 2017 19:02:33 GMT -5

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Those blackhearted -

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They must have been desperate. For all their strong tributes, District Seven had not produced a victor in more than twenty years. They were Careers in all but name, yet Seven had strength but not finesse, not the subtle poise the true Careers had.

And Alfie?

My first instinct is that of course I should have expected no loyalty from him. He was going to magically like me because we were thrown together in the Games. Just like the other bullies, preying on the weak, carving gashes into wounded skin like a wild dog drawn by the smell of fresh blood.

In the short time I had turned my back to help Ezen dig, five of them had pounced on Serena, and I watch her stagger, bandages I had wrapped around her not minutes ago ripped and blood pouring out from newly-reopened wounds.

I glance straight ahead at them, seeing red, images of all the attackers dropping dead flashing in front of my vision. My entire body is shaking with anger, and I almost want to take back the chiding words I just said to my allies - "Guys, really? I dunno about you, but I'd rather live sober than die drunk" - now that my worst nightmares are coming to life in front of me.

Maybe I'm fighting a hopeless battle. Maybe I'm still too idealistic to survive.

But if I do not defend them, if I do not take action, then how can I live with myself even if I do?

[Mila attacks Ansel Khiev with spiked blunt]

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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2017 19:06:49 GMT -5

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We ran in groups, Q and Toby doing their own thing -- I don't care. It's all for show, isn't it? We're all just here for attention at this point, it's not exciting; I'm not scared. That's a lie, I'm tired in all, I shouldn't be alive. Jacinta and I, I'm supposed to care about her right? For showmance, Toby and Q are better at faking it than me but what's even the point. Everything's laid out for me, a storyline, Kieran holding my hand through the games and all I have to do is take it- it's just that easy, right?

It's just
murder.

It's that easy because it has to be.

I panic, almost, running into two other alliances and I don't pay attention. Never have, daddy always told me that shit and it'll be the death of me yet, huh? Lashing out and I feel stupid, standing here with a bat in my hand -- it's just the games. I have to want this, right? Jumping and killing and wanting watching bloodshed and imaging it was Emberly, it can't be. She's dead, and I stare at Alice Sullivan. Jacinta and Alice and I went to the sibling ball with her, I- it's for show. I wish I weren't so tired.

[kicks uhh alice my dude]
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it's a trap! #day1 #squadghouls Oct 19, 2017 19:08:43 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Oct 19, 2017 19:08:43 GMT -5

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FILLER! away from my computer but will fill in within the next bit

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[Tobias LaChance attacks Alice Sullivan; spiked blunt]
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Post by shrimp on Oct 19, 2017 21:48:22 GMT -5

alice sullivan

It happens quickly. She's tested her weight on the broken leg, the splint seeming to hold. Ezen's just stepped out for a moment. There's a familiar fuzz, dulling the razorblades in her stomach and the smallest of trembles in her breath. She laughs at Fennel again, as she fails to catch a bird. Mila's lecturing them like the mother she is: Guys, really? I dunno about you, but I'd rather live sober than die drunk-"

Too quickly.

They approach like vultures, out of the darkness, squishing jack-o-lanterns and convering on one source. And for a moment she can't do anything but stare. Faces float in the crowd: that bitch Jacinta Salazar, who got a good hit for just a second. Mila's district partner, seemingly unbothered by attacking an ally of someone from home. And the boy from 6, who stabs Serena through the head. She never even had a chance.

Boom.

Boom. Boom boom boomboomboom the cannonfire echoes in her heart, through her veins and jumpstarts her nervous system. How- how- it doesn't matter. Fire explodes out of her as she grabs her axe, sidestepping Seven and stumbling over Lowe's foot.

"You cowards-" she seethes, whirling around to face them. "You fucking cowards." Her hand grips the axe, her knuckles are turning white. She scoffs, disgust rolling out of her voice in waves. "That's the only way you'll win, after all. Sneaking around like fucking pussies." She spits, the strands visible in the moonlight. They might have to linger in the dark, but not her.

"So you wanna fight? You want a motherFUCKING FIGHT? Then let's F U C K I N G GO. I'll take on ALL OF YOU. EVERY. LAST. ONE." Steam gusts out of her nostrils, her eyes are slits, her teeth are daggers. She respected Serena Fennel.

The bitch was impulsive, flighty, good with a blade, a sailor's mouth. Just the company she wanted. And now, she was dead, dead in the ground, dust turned to dust, ashes to ashes.

But they'll all fall down. Starting now.

[Alice attacks Ansel ; Bloody Axe]
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Last Edit: Oct 19, 2017 21:49:20 GMT -5 by shrimp

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 19, 2017 22:07:00 GMT -5

______________________

The animals break out their cages now
Chaos is raining down around us
But here we stand with our arms folded
Do you wanna be free of this?

I hear the cannon before anything else.

It happens while I’m digging, and my head snaps up quick. I’m too caught up in the sound of the shovel hitting dirt, the gentle noise of soil dropping against the leaves, the beating of my heart, the gentle way the alcohol calms my brain like a blanket.

The cannon pulls me out of my reverie. The illusion of peace is shattered like a mirror, 7 years bad luck and all.

Without thinking, I throw my bag over my shoulder and I run and run and run to the edge of the treeline, watching for any sign of my allies.

Was it them?

I wait and I listen, creeping forward ever-slowly.

Please don’t let it be them.

There’s movement out of the corner of my eye, and I finally spot them. One, two, three… no. More than three. Is it them, or have I gotten lost? I squint at the group ahead, and yes, there’s Alice. There’s Mila. There’s –

Serena, crumpled in the dirt.

My heart seizes up, and I’m caught in the moment. Too scared to move forward, too attached to move away, too anxious to make a decision.

Alice strikes forward with her axe, and I can see the blood staining the autumn leaves a darker shade of red.

I can’t make noise, I –

My breaths catch in my throat, heartrate speeding up.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

The world spins like a top, and I turn over and retch in the dirt.

And I run and run and run.

[Ezen flees]

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Post by Kire on Oct 19, 2017 22:26:30 GMT -5

Sirrah Birnam

His axe slashes into the back of her head. The blood that rises from the wound is matched again and again by a growing number of gashes that are opened up. Ansel steps forward last, wooden stake slashing at the girl's head. Her skin parts and crimson flows over her face, spilling down to coat her front and the ground around her.

There is a moment of silence as they all looked at what they did. Before they could truly contemplate what had happened, Ansel doubles over as the sound of a canon fires. It wasn't the canon that caused his reaction but the weapon of a girl cracking into his ribs. He turned to look at his ally's attacker.

Sudden chaos erupted as two more of their number stepped forward, the girl from ten kicking out at the girl from three and the boy from seven also trying to strike the same target. As Three went down hard over Ten's foot, the swing of Seven's spiked weapon went over the girl's head. In a moment the hunted turned on the hunter and Three leapt up to strike at Ansel as well.

Knowing his ally was in danger, and still feeling the effects of blood lust, he ran to the girl from three and swung with a fury he had never expressed before.

[Sirrah attacks Alice with Bloody Axe]
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Last Edit: Oct 19, 2017 22:27:05 GMT -5 by Kire

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