That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 20, 2018 18:07:46 GMT -5

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Post by * on Mar 20, 2018 18:07:46 GMT -5

My mothers were probably frowning at me. I just know it. I can feel it in my heart and shame was nothing but filling the void left by their absences. I could barely stand at all to even get a decent descent down the hill before the snow stuck to my clothes and pushed my positivity out the window. I couldn't keep my balance on something like the frozen wasteland that I, and my ally, was stuck in. Frustration blinded me and the harder I tried, I failed miserably. Bella, on the other hand, faired pretty well, but my bruised ego and pride is what hurt worse then the bruises decorating my elbows and knees. In the moments after finally reaching the bottom, I tossed my poles over to Bella hoping that she could use them better than me.

"Bella. They are yours. Get those damn things away from me. I never want to ski again ever." I hound her, forgetting the ski poles immediately after. The only good thing remained though of the goodies left for the racers, was either a tent stake, which was similar to my knife that I occupied already, and the camera that came with film. A quaint smile appeared on my dry, cracked lips. I long for some form of lip moisturizer to fend off the painful cracks. The temperature even felt more frigid at the bottom. That's when the child appeared and her cries for sanctuary were born.

In my heart born another emotion not yet quite taught by my mothers. The empathy of a child her age being in the games. I briefly met her in the training center and her sullen eyes and gaunt appearance was nothing like in the training center. She had seen death and she had to fight. She was the one I worried about emotionally as the days drew on, but behind her came the same scrawny kid I teased in the same location.

"Hey, scared yet?" The words came out in a form of jest, but his response was about the same as it was a few weeks ago. A gentle nod created an unheard of alliance between the four. "Four. Eight. Ten. Eleven." I shake my head wondering when a career suddenly became an advocate for lower districts. Then I looked at Bella and then back to the others in front of me. That's when I realized we were all just trying to survive - the same as I.

The very same as I...

"Come on. Let's get going guys. We need a fire. We need heat to survive." I badger them. Little Gilly though, she warmed up to me and I felt my cold exterior disappearing as I watched her walk. An innocent like her shouldn't have to deal with this, the cold doesn't become her. It washes out her complexion. "Hey, Gilly. Did you ever figure out all the knots? I mean, you did out knot me in your little race." I tease her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, hoping to keep her warm even if just by a little bit. The district eleven boys wounds looked bad.

"Eleven... or whatever your name is. As soon as we get to somewhere decent, I'll help patch you up if you want." I offer and shelter came sooner rather then later, for that much I was glad. My fingers felt hard as I worked to keep the boy from dying on us. His wounds were great, but I kept looking over to the girl. Did she need to see this? Did she want to go home even more as the barrage of attacks tried to kill them on the mountain hills. My understanding of the situation was that she was a target because of her size and lack of maturity for the games. As a career, I saw the reasoning, but I could never do harm to someone so young.

Not to someone who raced me into a knot tying challenge.

The wood that I harbored in my bag soon become a roaring fire, emanating heat for the four of us to share. Never before would have thought that I would crave the heat on my skin unlike now. Never before would I wish to be back home on the beach getting a burn on my shoulders, scorching my nose and cheeks because of my fair skin. My mother's used to tell me the freckles that appeared on my skin were because of the angels above kissing my skin. For each one, it was a donation of something higher. Though, I could think of nothing higher then my own Angel that was given to me on earth. He was my living guardian Angel and as the fire flickered in front of me through the night, I kept recalling memories with him.

"Gilly. Do you miss anyone at home? I do. His name is Angel." I ask her, cradling her against me, my arm over her shoulder, both for protection and warmth. I kept the axe near me, fiddling with the toy wishing for the trident I could only remember seeing other district fours claiming. This would have to do. Then a question came from her out of nowhere that I didn't expect. "Yeah. I'm a pirate. A real sea fearing brigand or whatever." I play her game and await the anthem.

Only one had died, and her face didn't seem to match the girl that I passed on my way down of the girl laying in the snow. I could only imagine that dying early in the games would be the only way to go though. Especially in this arena where the frigid temperatures were the only thing colder than Snow's heart. This must be his winter wonderland after all.

Daylight turned to darkness, but the fire roared ever more. Heat blanketed us all keeping us safe throughout the night. Morning approached us all with haste and so did the new threat that appeared. A trail of footsteps followed behind them as if their travels would only cease when someone's life would fall. I wasn't about to let them make any movements toward the girl or my longest ally.

"This is my only warning lest you fight us-" I move to attack, glaring at Eva as I fear fighting her all together. She's from my own home. She should know that the days are coming to a halt, but I dare not touch my only memory of home.

But Bella's had my back -

Gilly needs a protector -

Gabriel needs a motive -

Go...

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 20, 2018 18:22:37 GMT -5

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Post by alex 🐺 on Mar 20, 2018 18:22:37 GMT -5

{ My bones do not taste of crown and silver

I am not a thing to be owned }

It was always the biggest irony that until an hour before Lucifer fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven. Hades thought Persephone beautiful enough to drag her away to Hell, away from the world of the living. Stella was no fallen angel, her wings had not been plucked from her shoulder blades. She was nothing and no one. A ballet dancer from District Twelve who had longed for a world of pink, soft lines, and piano music. Her father had always told her that she was too soft for this world with its hard lines, sharp words, and violent people.

She had been dragged to this hell in a gilded carriage. But she had survived, for four days, at least. The blood on her clothing both her own and that of others. Blood that try as she might, she could not wash clean. She bit back kind words and soft gestures - there was no place for that here. The cannon ringing out at the fallen tribute from the feast the only reminder that this was all manufactured. That Mercy’s death and the deaths of the seven before her were a product of a game.

But Stella was a galaxy all on her own. She needed no other stars that the ones resting in her heart. She banished away thoughts of salvation as the terror faded, leaving behind smoke and nothing more. A consciousness wiped clean with the concussive embrace of a nuclear explosion. A change wrought from fighting Allie, from striking out at others. Softness cut sharp.

She pulled herself from sleep early on this fifth morning, stretching her legs and cracking her back. An ache on her left arm a reminder of the fight the day previous. She woke to the fire, to the red sky of morning that gave sailors warning of the day to come. The wind whipped around them and Stella studied her companions, moving quietly towards the edge of their makeshift camp.

The relative safety of the Snowflower Field had called to Stella and Finley the night previous. The blonde cared not about the two tributes who followed. The girl from Four and the boy from Two. Their presence brought safety for the night and the promise of allies in the days to come. They had proven themselves in the Feast and even in the fight after the Bloodbath. A tentative peace with them - Eva and Exar, as Stella learned later - could maybe, possibly help. Exar quickly built a fire and they huddled around it for warmth. Words hung in the air between them and were torn away into the night’s sky. She had nothing more to say to them.

She slept fitfully, as she had for the four night’s previous. Thoughts of Allie plaguing her like the dream that would not leave her alone in the Capitol and the night before the Reaping. But the dream had changed. It began with the snow falling silently in the night. The crows, flying low and in circles over the cabin that she shared with her father. They were cawing loudly. Their wings beating together. Larger than normal crows. Foreboding. Eyes dark as night. Fire behind their dark irises. The sound emanating from their beaks sharp and cracking, dead sounding. Their flight path never-changing and constant. Low swooping circles with their calls loud. An omen. The reanimated body of Allie - dozens, hundreds of them following the birds. Walking towards her. Dragging legs and clutching body hearts. She awoke with a start, drenched in sweat just as she had the morning of the Reaping. Her sins playing tricks with her mind. She had no use for such omens here. Not again. Not now.

A parachute had floated next to her during the night - another armored vest and medical supplies that she stuffed hastily in her satchel. The vest fit right and true and she prayed to whatever gods resided above to keep her safe, her whispers lost in the wind. The crampons she had taken from the Feast were strapped onto her combat boots, the metal sparkling in the bright light. Her hand finds its way to the gold necklace around her neck - her token tarnished from the elements but still there. An anchor in unsteady waters. The only reminder of a home torn away from her. Her dance studio long forgotten. Her ballet shoes lying by the fire where she had left them, eager for a dance the morning after the Reaping. She wondered if her father had sold them for food yet.

She walked away from Finley, Eva, and Exar, if just for a moment of peace to herself. The sun rising red, breaking over the horizon and flooding the arena with bright white light. In the fields, she stopped and took a deep breath of the flower-scented air. It reminded her of home and was dearer to her than her allies. She paused, holding that moment tight, her fingers touching the tops of the red petals. And for a moment she was so still. For a moment the world stopped spinning off of its axis. Torn out of rotation the moment that the Capitol escort read her name. Fifteen letters and four syllables for it all to spin out of control. She closed her eyes. Reorienting herself. She was addicted to silence and privacy. She thrived on it and in this place, you were not granted any. From one war to the next.

(She reached the end of the world carrying hell in her heart and cursing heaven with every beat.)

Rejoining the others, Stella pulled her bag higher on her shoulders, her head heavy with a halo of hesitation. ”Are we ready for whatever is out there?” Not waiting for an answer, she began walking, leading the way behind the boy from Two. Their steps cautious - the noise of others not far from them. A single bird calling out in the bright light of the day.

As if the Arena had tilted, changed their course, Stella and her allies found themselves walking towards the other alliance. She paused, a hand on Finley's arm to hold him back behind her as the boy from Four surged forward towards Exar.

Violence fell from her lips. Ice ran in her veins. Hope like a single flake of snow in a torrent of a storm.

(Let the sky burn,
let it rain down ash like snow
and let us waltz through the remains.
Cover me with the soot of all that once was,
I want to dance with you in the new.)

♛

[stella attacks gabriel; spiked blunt]

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 21, 2018 7:40:18 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Mar 21, 2018 7:40:18 GMT -5

Let me hide my face from the world. Let me disappear into the frozen ground, another snowflake to add to the pile. Agony, embarrassment and worry, they pin my chin to the Earth as I make it down the hill. I am kissing the ground like they did, it is all over for me, like it was for them. Here I taste Vesper and Alejandro’s deaths, I don’t deserve to be saved. One broken promise and two abandoned friends, nothing…I don’t deserve any of this. Four days with filled lungs, oh please just take it away from me…

"Fin, we're so close. Just grab something useful and we can get outta here."

I shake my head as I look up through the green visor of my goggles. It is over, it is the end; I have gotten down the hill. Blood drips from my wound, a bite on my journey down, easily deserved from my loose ski pole that kissed another. It is all fine, I am standing, and it is over. We can run away. There is a dwindling pile at the bottom of the hill, but I grab the last of the medical supplies before following Stella. There are still some coming down and the cannon sound is enough for us to flee.

It is all silence from now. A fourth day survived but there is nothing to say. Should I bask in our triumph? Another night and our faces will not decorate the sky. I don’t have the energy to do it. These days I am living, I am no longer taking for granted. All these items I carry, definite treasures but there is one thing more valuable than the pile. Life, it is a promise I am carrying with me. Two sisters wait for me back home; oh, if only I could introduce Stella to them.

All I see is Quinn, when I follow Stella from the fights. My younger sister would so easily lead me away from danger, while fighting through it herself. Such a simple dream to have that will never be a reality. One or both of us…no it is not a thought that I want to plague my mind with right now.

Again, we venture to familiar pastures; along with the newly acquired allies that follow us behind. We all walk on common ground, even after facing each other after the bloodbath. Two careers to keep us company, a part of me feels safer but there is a conflict of wariness as I sit in their presence.

I exchange the bouquet of flowers to the District Four girl, a peace offering for the night as we bed down in the comfort of the flora. My head rests on the ground as I lay flat out, a spark of warmth stroke’s my cheek from Exar’s fire as I just stare up. My eyes wander with the ever-changing sky, darkness falls and so I squeeze my eye shut. From tonight, I am not going to indulge myself in the mockery slideshow. This isn’t a tribute to all that have fallen but a reminder for the Capitol on who they have lost money on.

Another night of peace, I don’t know why I am becoming so relaxed in this place. Maybe due to the added presence or the warmth of the dying out fire. Surely, I am not growing used to it all, although the consistent days are beginning to grow predictable.

I look around and a parachute accompanies me in my make-shift bed. More medical supplies to fill my bag with, there must be an angel out there who wants me to heal. Someone is trying to get me home. ” Thank you.” It is the fifth day and my stomach is reminding me of it. The edible plant has sat in my bag for days, but rationing will help me survive longer; a few hunger pains can’t defeat me. Especially when father used to forget to ration the food at home, this should be one thing that I am used to. Tonight you can feast if you’re still alive.

There is an exchange of items between the four of us, Exar pulls off his armoured boots and they surprisingly fit perfectly onto my feet. ”Thank you Exar, I am really grateful.”

Stella returns as I begin to prepare for the day ahead, all this luggage is becoming a struggle to haul but I am somehow co-ordinate a way to carry the excess of ski poles. ”Are we ready for whatever is out there?” I just nod as I follow her lead.

Not a single worry has entered my mind as I focus on my visible breath from my nostrils. I follow close behind Stella, my distance from the other two quite noticeable. Our conversation of trust replays in my mind, two strangers who we have previously fought, really can we trust them?

It is all so quick as the District Four boy runs past us, his axe planting into Exar’s leg. Stella’s hand pushes me behind her, why is she being my shield? Should it not be the other way around? The questions are unanswered as Stella kicks the District Eleven male in the chest.

Wow…

I just follow her but there are no circus tricks from me.

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 21, 2018 12:10:47 GMT -5

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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Mar 21, 2018 12:10:47 GMT -5

Exar Shan

I'm glad the ski race is over. It was a mess, and completely frustrating. I couldn't hit the broadside of a barn with my knife, but I watched as my District partner stole my kill. At least District two has brought some honor back to the District. I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life. But now it's over, and I'm still alive as is Eva. I've grown closer and closer to her over the last few days, but she's still only a shield standing in my way. I want to win this game, and nothing is going to stop me. Nothing will ever change why I volunteered. I stitched my wounds up with the needle and thread, and I put some bandages around them. It hurt, but I realize pain is temporary. I can't let a little pain push me away from my ultimate goal. A normal life awaits me, and fifteen other people stand in my way including the two me and Eva paired up with. More shields shielding me. More people keeping me alive. I wish more tributes would've died in that race, but it's okay. I have a sled, and maybe I can have some fun later. Something to distract me from the hunger burning inside my stomach, and the dried tongue sticking against my teeth.

I look at Eva. She's so strong and brave. She reminds me of a friend from home. Someone I used to train with. Someone that I fought with all the time. He didn't even come to say goodbye when I volunteered for the games. Nobody came to say goodbye even though I don't blame them. I can never blame them. It just makes me sad. I have to get home to them. I have to see them. I want to know what I did wrong. Did they not even care? A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I try to make myself feel calm. I don't know Finley or Stella. I'm partially wondering if they're going to stab me while I'm sleeping. I still worry about Eva doing that, but at least I'm safe for now. At least others are protecting me until I have to turn against them. I carefully sit on the ground. My entire body is shivering. My teeth are chattering. It's so cold. I just want to go home and curl up under my blankets - it's only a few days away. Parachutes fall from the sky, and I feel on top of the world knowing that people care. That people want me to live. They better because I'm going to survive anyway. I've got so much to prove. District two hasn't done well in a long time. It's time for me to prove them wrong.

I give the kid from nine my boots. Maybe he needs them. I think about Apollo and how I didn't get to see her die. I think about the pain and frustration. I didn't know her, but I would lie if I said I was caring. And he thanked me for it. I simply shrug my shoulders because I don't know what to say. I've never been one to help people especially when it's putting myself in danger, but I don't need them anymore. I've got this. I allow a small smile to slowly form across my face to at least let him know that I'm here and that I halfway care even if it's all a lie. I don't do much through the night other than stay awake like always. I'm beyond tired, yet I can't close my eyes out of fear of being attacked. Soon it's morning and we're all on our feet preparing to head to the next great adventure.

I dart my eyes back and forth while gathering my things. I don't got much, but I drag the sled behind me holding my shovel and other items as well. But I hold onto my knife. And I continue moving forward following behind Finley and Stella. My eyes wonder to Eva, and I want to say something to let her know just how much I appreciate everything she's done for me so far. I halfway care for her, and maybe if we were back home we'd be friends. A shame it'll never happen. She's just a pawn standing in my way. I close my eyes as I watch Finley and Stella move forward weapons brandished, and I grab my own knife. I feel the pain before I even realize what's happening. My eyes are wide, but I am not afraid. I will never be afraid. I watch as the two new people in the group get amazing attacks on the boy from eleven, and I only hope I can follow. So here's to hoping for the best.

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 23, 2018 21:05:13 GMT -5

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Post by Lyn𝛿is on Mar 23, 2018 21:05:13 GMT -5

- g.ι. -

The cannon booms as you glide across the finish line, and for a moment you almost look back, almost give in to your pounding heart urging you to crane your head around and see for certain who has died behind you. But before your eyes settle on the figure collapsing into the snow, your fingers, clumsy from the cold, almost drop the peanut butter you've managed to snatch.

So you force yourself to turn back around and focus on keeping your balance, distancing yourself from the other alliances still pursuing you. There was an old myth, you remember abuela telling - a man leading his lover out of the darkness, who could not turn back, could not so much as glance at her without her form dissipating from the world forever. You must not falter like that man, or the Four girl would take advantage of your distraction.

Then Gilly barrels past you, grabbing something as she flies out of control through the row of items, and in spite of the pain in your arm and chest and knees you find yourself stripping off your skis and racing after her. The Four girl, the Careers, the two mystery attackers - all of those disappear in the distance, and when you finally catch up to her it's that giddy feeling of relief that compels you to hoist her in the air and spin her above your head -

- and promptly drop her. Oops. Maybe trying to do that while tired and bleeding was not the smartest idea.

"Sorry. Are you okay -"

Another spasm of pain across your chest, another burst of red soaking through your shirt, and you let out a hiss as you press your fingers to the wound.

"Mierda, that District Four girl got me worse than I thought she did..."

But you're alive, Gilly's alive, and as both panic and grim determination fade away all you're left is deep-seated exhaustion. Gilly lays the blanket underneath you and presses you flat on your back, her tiny fingers gently stitching up your skin as though wishing a single line of needle and thread would be enough to undo nine tributes' worth of hatred and bloodlust.

Your eyelids drift shut in the silence; you wake to the blaring trumpets of the Panem anthem, and Mercy's face amongst the stars.

The stars give us light in the darkness -

You can't shake the nagging feeling that you could have saved her, if only you hadn't so singlemindedly focused on Gilly, if you could have balanced everything, if only, if only, if only -

And then there was Raven. Raven the shadow, friendly enough when you talked but you always felt there was something lurking behind the edges. He'd run off without a word just like he had after the bloodbath, but this time you knew he wasn't coming back, that the only thing running through his mind was surrendering to his lover and leaving the two of you behind like dead weight.

So maybe you never trusted him. Maybe you always saw that one day Raven would have to choose, and one look in his starstruck eyes and you knew he'd let the damn cowboy attack, he'd choose him over the two of you every time. Didn't mean it felt any better looking at the empty snowdrifts he disappeared behind and imagining the Careers finding you and Gilly alone - or worse, Raven coming back, Caine in tow and pointing spears at your necks.

"He up and left us. Again. Hijo de la chingada..."

Maybe it's the wish to shield her that makes the old words Uncle Vasco taught you come out. That after killing two people and two zombies and nearly dying to a pack of Careers there was still an illusion of innocence to be kept, a seed of childlike hope.

T̘o͓l͚d̳ ̡y̖o̫u̥ ͍t͖h͙e͚r̙e̩ ̳w̨a̩s̗ ̱s͇o̙mͅe̫t̰h͉i̬n̳g̟ ͎a̡b̙ǫu̗t̠ ̝t̳h͕a̡t̮ ̮c̳o̼w̯b̠o͚y̨.͓ ̻Y͎'̳k̦n̤o͖w̝,̨ ̹t̘h̬e̠ ̹p̜e̩o͚p̝l̳e̗ ͍w͜h͇o͓ ͖s͙e̟e̥m̰ ̙t̨h͕e̝ ̭m̠o̰s̫t͍ ̥m̢ǫr̤a͖l̘l̤y̭ ̫r͓i̞g̢h̞t͕e̖o̼u͙s͕ ͚a̭r̜e͖ ̤u̻ṣu̺a̦l͙l͜y̹ ͕t̼h͙e̹ ̣m̼o̺s̬t̲ ̨s̟h̜a͖d͉y͕.̘

I know, Iago, I know.

"People who matter are the ones that stand by you, even when things aren't okay." It's Gilly's voice that breaks through the anger and hurt you're feeling. "My mom taught me it doesn't matter how strong you are if you can't be there for someone else when they need you." She looks at you and takes your hand. "I wouldn't leave you now, no matter what."

You shift yourself closer against her, and the black star slips from your pocket.

"I like your necklace," Gilly blurts out as she spots it. "It's so shiny -"

A͖r̘e̝ ̹y̘o̺ụ ̜s̼t̡i̙l͇l̮ ̯s̭c̡a̩r̰e͓d͍ ͇o̹f̪ ̲p̨u̘t͓tͅi̙n̘g̯ ̦i̘t͚ ̤o̳n͖?̺ ͔O͓f̟ ͓c̳l̨a͜i̱m̰įn̲g͉ ͙m̩e͇ ̢a̤s̰ ̣y̟o͍u͙r̞ ͉b̥i̠r̘t̖h̜r̠i͉g̦h̺t̜?͎

"Do you... want to wear it? It was his token -"

I̘ ͉w̘i͇l͓l̡ ͅc̣l̹a͓i͙m̖ ̘h̪e̞r̗ ̳a͔s̻ ̧m̗i̜n̩e̖,̞ ͕a͖n͉d̘ ͜w̭e͔ ̮w͚i̞l̨l͕ ̼ḇu̲r̤n̜ ̬t̰h̟ḙ ̯w͍o̮r̢l̞d̡ ͎d͜o̻wͅn̜ ̯t̨o̝g̘e̲t̜h͚e̖ṛ.̜.̰.̼

Gilly nods, and you reach up and slip the pendant around her neck, disentangling it from the chain of the rabbit's paw. The string nestles so neatly you could almost believe it was her token all along, were it not for the notebook you knew still rested within her backpack.

"What the heck is that?" Gilly wrinkles her nose and points at the tuft of fur between your fingers.

"It's... the foot of a rabbit. Supposed to bring good luck - my cousin Benat had one of these with him when he went in the Arena. But that was years an' years ago. I only really know of him through stories."

"Why did you take the necklace?"

"Well, I've got a big family, back in Eleven... and the black star has been sort of, one of our symbols, since before I was born. And Pa always said Iago was still family, even if folks didn't like talkin' about him on account of all he did, so - I guess it meant something, that this is what he took as his token."

"I think sometimes people get broken, like a broken mirror. If you look at them there's only bits of pieces that you can see, not the whole person. It's a lot easier to say something's ugly if you can only see the pieces, and not when they're all put together." She looks at the necklace and back to you. "I think it's pretty, and I'm gonna wear it. Especially if it's important to you and yours."

She doesn't know who he is, a small part of you thinks, but the rest of you admires that she'd have such gentle words for a boy enshrined in Eleven's legends as a monster in the shadows, without even asking after the things he'd done.

"Thanks. I'm glad you like it, and that's... very kind of you to say."

"Growing up we were a small family because my mom lost all my brothers and sisters. All I had was my cousin Wigan but he doesn't talk much. I'm good at making up stories because I had to play imaginary games with just me. But that gets lonely sometimes."

"Well. We've got each other for now. You're like a little sister to me," you reach out and tousle Gilly's hair affectionately. "And I suppose now that you've got those I can call you an honorary Izar."

"If we're family, then I gotta do a better job at keeping you safe."

Just then, she turns her head, and as you follow her gaze you see two figures in the distance

WIP WIP WIP

soon I will be here no more
you'll hear the tale
through my blood
through my people
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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 23, 2018 21:25:20 GMT -5

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Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Mar 23, 2018 21:25:20 GMT -5

Bella took a deep breath as she watched Dymas come down that mountain.

However, it wasn’t as graceful as she thought it should have been for the boy from four.

When she realized that this was the task that was at hand, she couldn’t help but take a moment to realize that maybe, just maybe, the game makers did have a bit of a heart.

After all, they were all about to face the end of a blade at some point during their time here.

Well, maybe except for one of them. And hopefully that one person wouldn’t walk away with too many scars.

But Bella knew better than that. Everyone that went into the games and came out had scars. Horrible scars that people could or couldn’t see.

The ones that people couldn’t see were the worst of them, and Bella hoped that if she was the one to walk out of this place alive, she wouldn’t have any emotional scars to bear. She would rather have physically ones, because in those scars came beauty.

Bella needed a reason to feel beautiful after this anyway.

and so when she ran with Dymas, she carried that bottle of wine in her hand and thought about how much she could use a glass of it.

She remembered the time her mother used to keep wine in the kitchen every now and then to celebrate a big sale that might have happened. When she got older, her mother would invite her to take a sip with her before corking the bottle back up and telling her that she couldn’t indulge too much.

Bella didn’t argue with her, but she did enjoy the taste of it. There would be days when she was home alone where she would stare at it intently, wondering if it would be wise for her to take a small sip of it. Would her mother notice? Would anyone say anything?

Bella however didn’t. She honored her mother’s wishes, instead occupying herself with something else to keep her mind off the sweet toxin that laid in the bottle.

When she got a second, she took off her satchel and threw the bottle in there, hoping that nothing would happen. There would be one day where she would drink it, and if not, she would hope that someone decided to drink it for her.

After all, it looked like something that no one should waste.

”Dymas lets go.” Bella started running faster, feet slamming into the crisp snow as she tried to get as far away from the mountain as she could.

The last thing that she wanted was for someone to be hot on her trail.

This was not the way she wanted to die after all.

”Come on.” She said, trying hard to avoid various branches and trees so she wouldn’t end up with scars on her face.

Anything that got in her way would sign her death warrant at this point. She knew that much.

And then they ran into two other people, and while Bella had a feeling that this could have been her last day in the arena, she was surprised to find the boy from eleven and the girl from eight, huddled together trying to avoid being discovered themselves.

Bella looked at Dymas and then approached the two, seeing how bruised they both were.

They were afraid for their lives just as much as Bella and Dymas were the night before.

And of course, Bella didn’t know what to say, but she could see the fear in their eyes. So Bella put down her weapon and looked at them with the same amount of care as a mother would.

At the end of the day, Bella was not a killer. She was someone who cared about everyone around her, regardless if they were blood related or not.

She wanted to make sure that everyone was comfortable before they met their demise. Even Bella herself. She hoped that someone would try to make her feel like she was at home before she was in the presence of the reaper.

And so they all made camp for the night, and instead of trying to figure out game plans, or what they were going to do next. Bella watched as Dymas and Gilly ran around with joyful glee. All she could do was smile, and she kept looking up at the night sky.

She was waiting for the anthem to play after all.

She kept close to the fire, trying hard to concentrate on staying warm in the tundra they were now accustomed too. At this point, Bella felt as comfortable as she could be in the icy wind that would knock against her every now that then.

Her blue skin would sometimes reveal itself, and she would quickly pull her coat, embroidered with a ten on it, right over the exposed skin.

She wouldn’t give anyone a chance to ask about it, because as much as she wanted to be comfortable with it, she couldn’t. She hated how she looked, but she knew that she was either going to die before she could get it fixed, or she would win and go on to get it fixed, however, that meant she was going to have to kill people that were in her way.

No matter what, she wasn’t going to win at the end of the day, and while that broke her heart, it was something that she was just going to have to live with.

Blue skin was better than having a knife in your heart anyway.

And while everyone seemed to tucker out, Bella watched the sky intently, letting Dymas rest his head on her lap. While she stroked his hair intently, she kept looking around, trying to figure out if anyone was going to ambush them through the night.

She watched as everyone slept, and she wondered what was going through their minds. Watching someone you are close with die here was the one thing that Bella didn’t want to experience, but she knew that it was inevitable.

After all, only one of them could survive.

And that is why she walked on eggshells when it came to the girl from eleven, someone that she attacked herself when she was in the bloodbath.

Bella was surprised that she had made it this far, but she knew that she played the game right. She kept her head down low and she avoided as many big fights as she could.

And when she ran into Dymas, she thought for a moment that she was done for. She knew he was a career and while they did have a small moment in the training center, she didn’t know what he was like then. For all she knew, he could have been a bloodthirsty killer like most people became in here.

Bella had to be ready for anything, and so when she held up her spear to him that night they met, she realized that there was nothing to fear. Dymas was just cold. Lonely. Just like her.

And as she strokes his hair and looks at Gillian and Gabe, she could sense that same feeling from them. They were both cold, and lonely. Just like Bella and Dymas were.

It was moments like this where she could tell that this was the right decision.

Taking them in just like she was taken in with her sister at the pound back in ten.

As she looked up at the sky, the stars began to bend and shift until finally, a loud noise emanated from all around them. The anthem.

Bella looked up, nervous to see if anyone else would pop up on the fluorescent blue screen.

She saw the first face pop up, and it was the girl from eleven that they all watched fall.

Bella heard muffled whimpers coming from Gillian and Gabe, which did not shock her as she realized that they made memories with her just like they were making their own memories together.

The tears were soon blocked out as she realized that there was more than just the fluorescent blue light in the sky.

Bella squinted her eyes, watching as a low green flicker become more than that.

Bella thought that maybe this was finally her time to die.

And with that green light shining in the sky, she stood up from the log, making sure her bag was rested under Dymas’ head.

She followed it for a moment, watching it flicker throughout the sky, until it finally disappeared.

She looked around, noticing that she was the only person around for a moment.

She shrugged and walked back to the camp, finally taking her chance to rest.

And she slept until the morning time.

They moved quickly to make their camp scarce. The last thing they wanted to do leave a trail for someone to find after all. They started to exchange items as they saw fit, and Bella looked at the ski poles with glee.

She didn’t know why, but something about throwing them like javelins made her smile stretch from ear to ear.

She looked at Gillian and Gabe and simply nodded at them. ”Don’t worry guys, we are going to make it to the next day.” Bella knew she was naïve in her words, but she would blame that on Dymas. His infectious personality was starting to rub off on her anyway.

Bella took a deep breath, almost inhaling the fumes from the now destroyed fire. ”Should we head to the snow flower meadows?” She suggests as she throws the satchel around her neck. “I know Dymas has wanted to look for some edible plants and what not.” Bella was quick to start walking, hoping that everyone was following behind her.

And so they went.

After what seemed like hours of walking, they stopped to see four other figures in the distance, and Bella for a moment froze.

Was she really about to fight another person right now?

Her hand fell to her spear and she pulled it close to her chest. She needed to be armed and ready for anything after all.

As they got closer, she saw Exar and Finley, two faces that she met in the Training center before they were thrown in here to die.

Before she could smile though, she watched as Dymas charged straight for him. Taking his new found axe and slamming it right into his leg.

Bella was speechless to say the least. This was the first time she had seen the career come out of Dymas after all.

Quickly the girl from 12, Finley, and Exar all followed suit, pushing past Bella and going straight for Gabe and Gillian.

She watched as the girl from 12 and Finley stabbed Gabe deep in the chest and Neck, and then Exar came quick up on Gillian.

She watched Exar closely, remembering how he had showed her the same technique in the training center.

It was in that moment where she was torn, as she watched them kick and strike them with the same amount of ferocity as a fire would envelop a trail of gasoline.

Bella was horrified at the carnage.

The snowy terrain felt like it was on fire now, and she was back in that house that she almost met death in.

She couldn’t breath for a moment, until she realized that it wasn’t real. That it would never be real again.

Bella wasn’t going to live long enough to ever experience a burning house ever again.

Not as long as she remained frozen in place, afraid to strike.

No.

This was her time to show everyone that just because she was a ten, that she still had the same tenacity as any of the careers.

She thought about C’rizz. She thought about Exar, Euley, JJ, Caine, Aeson, and anyone else that might have crossed her path while she was here.

She was done playing the victim. It was her time to show people that she was someone who could be contended with.

She was a Rose. Not a Lowe.

So she followed Gabes suit and held her spear high as her gaze met the girl from four.

This was for the greater good.

Until she watched Gabe light his spear on fire, and stab the girl from four right in the bicep.

And then within a moments notice, she lit up in hues of red and orange that Bella had never imagined existed.

It was weird, watching a human die in front of your very eyes, but Bella took a deep breath.

Bella could remember the exact time she spent with Exar, and how much he seemed to care about helping her. It was weird, because Bella admired Careers for the sheer fact that they were usually heartless people.

Exar though, took time to work with Bella, showing her a couple pointers that might change her fate in the arena.

Bella was caught off guard, because watching Exar work was art that moved. The thick paint leaped off the canvas and swiped and stroked around in a sensory way, immersing the one watching in a world that could almost suffocate them.

Exar was art to the human eye, and Bella wondered if he knew that.

So looking at him right now, Bella clenched her spear tight, scared of what was going to happen. "Gabe..." She trailed off, scared of what would come next if she didnt act.

She looked at Exar "Exar." she said to him, "Thank you for showing me how to not be afraid of holding a weapon back in the training center." She held her spear close to her chest. "I hope you understand that this is a pain that will never go away."

Her face was stonewall, waiting for someone to chip away at it.

At least, she wouldnt set him on fire.

That would be the last thing she ever wanted to do.

Let someone live her nightmare.

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 24, 2018 0:40:03 GMT -5

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You were lost and found.

That you had escaped through the blinding white snow, wind at your back, was nothing short of a miracle. Perhaps there was a higher power looking over you (had your mother’s prayers been answered?). Hurried breaths escaped your bluing lips, eyes welled up with tears. All the prickles of ice and wind could not dull the ache that swam across your skin. Mercy was gone—a girl that had held your hand, and shared a piece of her soul—torn apart. All of them had gone for you, and Gabe, pressing on as though they could sense your weakness (was it that you were small, and fragile?). Part of you had wanted to give in to the madness, to fall apart so that after you’d closed your eyes someone else would have to piece you back together again.

But by luck or faith, by hope or pluck, you’d reached the edge of the valley. You never got a chance to say goodbye, and that would haunt you your whole life through (it was like she hadn’t meant anything at all). Just another girl whose face would shine on in the sky that night (you’d close your eyes and let it burn beneath your eyelids, until you never forgot just what she’d mean to you.). There was no time to mourn when the shadows of the fiends behind you cast out across the snow. You grabbed the needle and thread and ran, hands swinging, little sausage legs pressing onward, until at last you collapsed in a bed of snow. Snot dribbled out your nose and tears swam down your cheeks. Your heart met your throat, and you let out a wail—not words so much as a visceral cry tearing through your chest until it exploded into the night air.

You wondered if you’d grown up, you would have ever faced such hardship. You think of how unfair the world is, that deciding who lived and died was the same as trying to catch a snowflake on your tongue, ephemeral. Your bones were stiff and skin burned, you could have well laid down and died. The little book between your knees opened—your token, fluttering in the wind. Pages scribbled with memories, others with bits of dried flowers. You thought of home, of your father holding you in his arms in a thunderstorm, or your mother, walking you up the gravel road to school. You thought of the crosses dotting the old cemetery, of the boys and girls that your mother had willed to live but did not.

How strong was she, to love each of them, to know them, to see them pass? And to push onward, to will herself to be strong again, even after all the pieces of her had crumbled back to dust? She had to have broken her heart to pieces—you saw the way she looked at the wooden crosses, or pulled at the weeds over their graves. She loved them, and loves them still. And she had known such loss, but never let that break her spirit. And now you were here, a piece of her, for her to watch fall apart all again.

“I miss you, I miss you…” You whispered. Are they watching?

“I want to make you proud… I just want to be strong, like you, but I can’t…”

Two hands grabbed you, up into the air, and then—plop.

Sorry. Are you okay? The big nosed boy from eleven stood over you. His wiry frame had been cracked and broken, blood dripping out of his arms and along his neck. Mierda, that District Four girl got me worse than I thought she did...

You could be strong. Not because you wanted to wear a crown, or to get even with the boys and girls that had done this to Gabriel. You moved snow over his cuts and bruises and stuck a needle and thread to stitch him back together again. There was no such thing as honor here, you reasoned, no one left innocent from what had been done. No justice for those that were wicked, no mercy for those that had done nothing to earn such pain. But as young as you were, you could still create mercy for those that meant something to you. Gabriel risked all he had to protect you, weak as you were. You pressed close as you shut our eyes, drifting off to sleep against your first officer.

He up and left us. Again. Hijo de la chingada… Gabe muttered as the anthem came and went. You watched Mercy’s face until it vanished.

Raven was gone, and you hadn’t seen just where he’d went. He’d always been a shadow amongst the four of you—when you looked his way you half expected to see nothing at all. Not that you ever sensed anything evil, just an emptiness where there should have been warmth. It did not surprise you he had gone on, what good were the two of you? That didn’t make it hurt any less. Loneliness was knowing that when you did not have to be alone, another had chosen for it to be so.

“People who matter are the ones that stand by you, even when things aren't okay.” You thought of home, of the boys and girls at school. Of the birthday party that none of them had come to (who wanted to spend time with the weird girl that loved algebra just as much as she liked pretending to sail her pirate ship across the sea?). “My mom taught me it doesn't matter how strong you are if you can't be there for someone else when they need you.” Life had little point if it was to be spent alone; you’d much rather not be alive at all if that were the case. “I wouldn't leave you now, no matter what.”

He leaned closer, and you watched the glint of black catch your eye.

"I like your necklace," You said, staring at the star pendant atop his chest. “It’s so shiny…”

Do you want to wear it? It was his token… You nod, and he slips it across your neck. You held the thing in your hands, turning it over. Gabe fidgeted with another little token and you blinked.

“What the heck is that?”

He spoke of Benat, a boy long since dead—you knew so few tributes, those before you time would perhaps always be a mystery—and his lucky rabbit’s paw. He was a legend now, all dead and gone but still living through stories. You liked that Gabe still remembered him, even if they’d never met. You hoped that someone would talk about you that way someday.

“Why did you take the necklace?” You’re quiet. You put both hands over the black star, and looked from it to him.

Well, I've got a big family, back in Eleven... and the black star has been sort of, one of our symbols, since before I was born. And Pa always said Iago was still family, even if folks didn't like talkin' about him on account of all he did, so - I guess it meant something, that this is what he took as his token.

“I think sometimes people get broken, like a broken mirror. If you look at them there's only bits of pieces that you can see, not the whole person. It's a lot easier to say something's ugly if you can only see the pieces, and not when they're all put together.” Sometimes you thought that the boys and girls only saw you as a broken mirror, all distorted and strange. “I think it's pretty, and I'm gonna wear it. Especially if it's important to you and yours.”

Thanks… I’m glad you like it, and that’s… very kind of you to say.

“Growing up we were a small family because my mom lost all my brothers and sisters. All I had was my cousin Wigan but he doesn't talk much. I'm good at making up stories because I had to play imaginary games with just me. But that gets lonely sometimes.” For just that moment, you wished it could be the two of you watching the sunrise. You wanted to wrap an arm around him and place your head on his shoulder, and tell him all the stories your mother had. To laugh at little jokes, as though the world wasn’t crashing down from above. To live, with a friend at your side.

Well. We've got each other for now. You're like a little sister to me. He ruffled your hair, and you almost felt your eyes tear again. And I suppose now that you've got those I can call you an honorary Izar.

“If we're family, then I gotta do a better job at keeping you safe.”

--

You heard them coming before Gabe, who shivered you awake. Little feet at the ready, you stepped to find Dymas and Bella—and while your skin goose pimples, you know at the least they are the friendliest faces you could have found (did he remember you? Was she still the same girl she’d met?). He’s just as cute as you remembered, however worse for wear. He asks of your knots, and pokes at Gabe. You plead that there’s more in four than two (the numbers told as much as they could need to know), and it’s not long before you’re building the same warm fire as you always have.

Gilly. Do you miss anyone at home? I do. His name is Angel. You try your best to smile, his bigger body nestled against yours. The flames crackled and danced, and you want to think of anything else but your home.

“I miss my mom and dad…” The flames swallowed up your voice. You took a breath and tasted the smoke. You looked down from his feet to his head. “You’re from district four right…? Are you a pirate? Do you know about pirates?”

Yeah. I'm a pirate. A real sea fearing brigand or whatever. He muttered, and you smiled. You knew it wasn’t just stories. Your eyelids grew heavy, and it’s off to sail across the great big blue, with Dymas, and Gabriel, and Bella (is that Mercy, waving from the shore?).

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Your eyes fluttered open to the sound of Dymas calling out—bodies soon cast shadows across the ice. You knew all of the now, Exar, Eva, the girl from twelve, and the boy from nine. They were the same ones that had taken down Mercy, and had tried to tear apart you and Gabriel. You want to scream when Dymas leapt into action, all bravery and no fear. Except they don’t cut into him, but swoop straight for Gabriel. One spray of blood from his stomach, another from his neck. You struggled to get to your feet, spear in hand, but they’re all so much faster than you.

You saw the fire just as Gabe stepped forward.

He was magic, you decided. Not the kind of magic of witches and wizards (far too mundane, simple, inelegant for a boy like him). He was the magic of the wind, cast down from the mountains to whip across the water and rain down a typhoon. The power of the stars, their lights shining, distant and gold, ancient wonders that promised faith and good fortune. He was the sunlight you awoke to each morning, spread warm across your skin, promising that yes, you were indeed alive. A magic that could not be contained between fingers and toes, but through a great mandala. You see the power rise and fall in the tar across his spear.

Time sparks eternal, eight boys and girls caught in adolescence. Imperfect, impertinent, impermanent. You wonder if there is a god, an afterlife, of heaven and hell. Have you been good enough to see your brothers and sisters on the other side?

She was flames, a body once and fire the next.

You gagged at the smell, and tumbled past in the snow. Life spun forward, not waiting for you to so much as breathe. You saw Gabe—not just the boy but the man—bleeding across his chest and back, a heart breaking and burning. Catch his magic, you told yourself. A piece of whatever is a part of him, let it be part of you. Let the world that holds no justice, give to you an ounce of mercy.

So you look at the girl from twelve, the same that had cut into you, that dared to break apart Gabriel. She knew nothing of his power, or your love. That to try to cut him down was to unleash as much from you as him—your brother, your friend. Give me just a piece, just a fraction.

“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!”

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 24, 2018 18:26:54 GMT -5

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I sought a way to protect the child. Her innocent eyes shown at me with an intensity that not even I could turn away from. She hadn't meant to make that silent plea with her heart to keep her safe. She didn't have to. My mother, the one who gave birth to me, instilled in my heart and in my head to be the best person I could. I was taught to be the gentleman. Never to hit a woman and to protect a child, which in this world was almost a death wise. Going into the games would certainly mean that I would have to go against everything in my upbringing and possibly torture, if not end the life of the opposite gender, if that even mattered. Even to my own, I felt a sense of urgency to be the person, not to show the world, but for my sanity. This child though, despite anything in her history I dare not ask or know, she needed someone to stand up for her. At least in the end, my mothers would always know me as the young man they raised to be cool until provoked.

Today, I am provoked to do everything necessary to protect the little girl and to protect Bella, who hardly needed my help. She was such a fierce person all on her own. She had told me what claimed the life of her parents, vaguely, but I still knew. If I had to loose both of my parents, becoming an orphan, I would lose myself, but she seems to be finding herself every day she is alive and well. Even despite being in the games, she's got such a great outlook and as this battle starts with the very movement of my feet against the ground, aiming to the most daunting looking tribute, I know she will have my back. Bella is badass and I will see her to the end, if It costs me my own life.

I don't seek glory to live in the end. I look to give glory to those who have done the impossible.

My hurried head told me to hold my breath as I brought down the axe on the man. I only wish to show him that if he dares to attack or follow through with fighting us, then he would see a world of hurt to come. And one swing in, I felt the power like never before. The blade that Gabe had given to me was as sharp as the tongue that lashed out to him. Lest he fight us, he will hobble. He will limp in his efforts to maim us at all. I feel my mouth bite down and my teeth grind against each other as I pull the blade away from his leg. He feels my threat and I can see it in his eyes. I notice the very amount of hatred he's aiming to me, but in the moment that I moved back to protect Gilly, it left the way open for them to take the challenge.

And with the challenge, Gabe's blood rushed forward instantaneously.

A gasp.

My heart stops.

This kid that I taunted with jest was now at the wrong end of the stick taking the lashings that I didn't protect him from. Confounded, I felt my pulse quicken in an instant. I watched as the male and female outer bodies of the tributes we were supposed to fight dig their weapons into his living self. I only just patched him up last night to keep him from dying on us and only this morning, he looked and acted like a totally different guy. Now? He's right back to where he was. He was a pin cushion for them and I stand here gripping the axe with uncertainty. Do I attack those that attack him or do I keep my composure and stand near the little girl?

"Stay behind me." I begged her. I only would hope that she would listen. The career I struck out at first is begging for death though. His eyes do not peer at me, but instead at the bigger prize. As a career, he's been trained to see what will weaken an opponent. He can tell that my weakness is Gilly.

"Gabe. Pull yourself together." I urged and moved closer to him to attack the ones that had done him harm. Only, with a quick glance, I manage to take note that Gilly's attentiveness didn't relay to her and her position to me is far enough that the career attacks.

"Gilly... MOVE!" I scream at her, but she takes some damage before I can double back to shield it. Luckily, it doesn't seem like much. I can almost reach her in time. Gabe, on the other hand, despite his wounds brings another source of weapon to the party. Tar alight, his weapon seared into a heat source and I stopped in my tracks, but he didn't. Was he fighting for Gilly or for himself? Was he hoping to use the heat as a source of fear against the others to keep them back just as my words were for the trifle only started the fight?

Panic risen, I cast my gaze upon him and in a single jolt - a motion of light- soared across my vision. It cut through the air. It landed it's mark only slightly, but the blaze began to catch. Something about the way he threw the rod caused a simple spark and just as the fire was the source of life, now it was the source of death.

"Gabe. Gabe.. what have you done." I bellow. My stomach drops because at the receiving end of his weapon, he knew not who he just attacked. My mouth fell agape. My heart yearned to go and help her. I wanted nothing more then to punch Gabe for attacking and now killing my own district partner, my only and last source of home. I can see her dying right in front of my eyes. I barely flinched in the bloodbath nor yesterday when the other tribute fell in the snow on the slope. Those bodies and faces had no names to me, but this one - she was my home. She was the only true friendly face that I can honestly say I felt I wanted to live. She never got to know the real me. She never got to know the Dymas that everyone else knew at home. She immediately took me as a harsh person and a typical career. I am so much more then what she thought of me.

Her death came swift as the canon blared and echoed around me. It made my stomach lurch forward with the smell. Muddled with the very thought that If I were sent home, I'd have to make a speech against her person. In turn, I barely knew her. I didn't know anything positive about her. She took one look at me and discredited me as a career and I was mislead into believing her disability would take her life on day one because she didn't want to let me get to know her. We could only see each other like the surface of the ocean. Deep below, a rare and beautiful soul was only begging to be explored.

Her life would be worth more then mine by the end of the day. She fought the odds of the games and her disability. She is a much braver and stronger soul then I was lead to imagine. Yet, somehow, in the midst of everything, I felt the surge of remorse upon me. Gabe caused a death by fire, and then in a flash of memory, Bella's face zipped through my mind. The first night, her words exploded into a vague memory of her parents. The fire that ravaged her life and took their lives. She was the real victim here. She was mentally strong enough to not let that get her down. Instead of falling into her despair, she rose above it. Even now, as I survey her face looking for sadness, I see nothing but a way to keep going. She had a hard cemented façade, but deep inside was she looming with hatred for Gabe? I would find out tonight.

A hiccup brought me back into the waking world, fighting against the now. The smell of charred human skin was still wafting around in my nose. My eyes fighting against the visual. My ears no longer hearing the searing bubbles against the dead. The heat from the show was starting to dissipate right in front of us. The cold is what we were used to but the heat kept us all alive. I'm not sure if I will think of heat the same way again though. Not when I see the fire and see my district partner, Eva Tidestone, in every lick of flame.

I wonder what it felt like to die by fire?

I wonder if it's the same as letting the water slowly drown you?

Is there really a difference when you feel the air leaving your lungs? When your body starts to hurt no more and you feel yourself floating in a weird realm of uncertainty? I've been there before. Drowning didn't hurt in the ways you'd expect, but it gave me time to mentally be tortured with thoughts of things I'd never get to do. People that never got to hear what needed to be said. The future that I'd never get of having kids or loving Angel. Did Eva have someone like that though?

Did she?

I'll never know and my heart is hurting for her, but right now, I can't let that hold me back. I need to be there for Gilly and for Bella. I need to make sure that Gabe will live one more day in my care. What is his true story behind the snarky attitude? Why is he gaunt against the lifestyle that he grew up. Why is Gilly making the protective side of me come out? For what reason does Bella have such a maternal side to her? Their stories is my reasoning now.

"Thank you Eva... " I mutter under my breath and glare back to the career in front of me. I peer at the mundane that he was raised just like I was. Two careers stand eye to eye with everything hanging in the balance. Another death is what I feel is required of us, but on whose side will that death occur? I do not want to loose the ones I just acquired and now, there is no other reason to keep fighting except for the memory of Eva that I will make sure stays alight. The people of the capitol barely knew her either.

"Gabe, if anyone touches Gilly, you make sure they suffer the same consequence -" I shoot him a hawkish eye, and then give the same to her. "Stay close to Bella." I beg her in a brazen voice.

I am fighting for Eva now.

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{ My bones do not taste of crown and silver

I am not a thing to be owned }

She kicked as high and as hard as she could - the fluid movement springing forth from years of training her body for this moment. From dancer to danger. Beauty turned violent. The stretch of the leg from the foot to the calf to the quad, arcing through the air and striking the boy from District Eleven square in the chest. Like a dance she had performed ages ago. The steps weighted for maximum lift on the last one. Her ankle straight, her back straight, her arms raised up high.

An animalistic grunt bursting forth from her mouth as the crampons dug in. Finley followed right after, his spear striking true and hitting the boy in the neck. A deadly one-two punch that left a spray of red in the bright, white light.

There is no symphony here. There is no crescendo of sound when a spear, axe, or crampon hits the flesh. There is only this ungodly dance of steel and limbs and muscles and blood and hearts. Hearts pumping blood under thousands of pounds of pressure to break free. Spilling across the valley, white mixing with red.

(I'll wrap up my bones
And leave them
Out of this home
Out on the road)

It was uncoordinated, dirty, and gritty. Words washing over Stella as threats flew from the lips of her enemies. She steadied herself for the next salvo, the boy from Eleven barely keeping himself upright, the light leaving his eyes as his allies fought to keep him alive. Avenge him before he has even fallen.

And then it all changes. The addition of the tar wasn’t unexpected, but the strike against Eva leaves the air hanging with the smell of death. All around them. Her cries lost to the wind. And it is just too much. Too much noise. Stella’s heart beating dull against her ribcage. The blood contained within her body on display for all to see in her enemies and its all so red. Black and red. Blood and fire.

(Two feet standing on a principle
Two hands longing for each others warmth
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats
Darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go)

Time speeds up again like a film reel at double speed. And there is just so much weight. Crushing her ribcage. The blonde wishes to reach in her chest to take hold of her heart to calm its palpitations. Steady its beat. The drumming is deafening and Stella needed silence for just a m o m e n t.

(It's spiraling down
Biting words like a wolf howling
Hate is spitting out each others mouths)

She had no more words. Nothing left to say that would not be lost to the wind. Nothing that the Capitol would find important to include on the highlight reel. She was never one for big speeches, nor did anything she would struggle to say come close to the loss of Eva right next to her. Words mean nothing when they burn up in your throat and taste like ashes in your mouth.

She kicks again at the boy from Eleven, willing his heart to stop beneath her fingertips and by her hand. The blood still shining on the metal of her crampons and dripping off her boots. Willing his face the last that he sees. They may be fighting with fire, but Stella was a wildfire all on her own. She would spark and she would burn them all.

(Let the sky burn,
let it rain down ash like snow
and let us waltz through the remains.
Cover me with the soot of all that once was,
I want to dance with you in the new.)

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 25, 2018 6:24:40 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Mar 25, 2018 6:24:40 GMT -5

I’m not my own saviour.

Not even a guardian to those who I want to survive. All these watching eyes and catching hands when I fall, all for what? There is no way for me to pay them back. Unwanted shields of the reality that’s around the corner, even with my eyes closed; I need to be out there. There is a promise to be kept and it is slipping away each day that my hands are covering my face. I need to step across the line, I need to open my eyes; there is so much to see and so much left to live through.

Just not as quick as this… I step out of Stella’s shadow, the ski pole as my guard and the poor District Eleven as its target. How far deep did I go? The point drips the proof and the wound on his neck is visible, even through the visor of my goggles. I pull the goggles to my neck, everything is so clear now. Eyes wide open and the world is on show. It is a horror.

Just escape from it, run from it all.

All this running and not one look back. Even when I flee, my eyes are closed. So many lessons to be learnt but at such the wrong time. It may be the end soon and there so many empty pages, is there really a point in improving myself?

I am so sorry. An apology won’t heal the wound on his neck and whatever Stella has left behind on his chest. Silence is the best thing I can do, it is the only best thing I can do…

I take a second to take everything in. Familiar faces have joined the crowd, Bella from the training centre and the little girl from Eight. Weapons are out, a drawn-up fight taking place amongst such a beautiful place again. A horror written into a landscape that contrasts the script. Is this entertaining enough for those watching? Is father even looking up from his work right now? A second son wandered from his mind, the important shadow is still attached. I guess I am just his throw away. Easy trash to fill the can.

A warmth dresses across my cheeks, flames are dancing amongst us, but this is an uncontrollable inferno at the hand of the District Eleven. Not Stella…not me please. A silent plea and the ski pole is not aimed at me.

”Eva, just run!”

My only scrap of advice and it is a failure. A short-lived ally, succumbing to the end like Alejandro and Vesper. I have failed again. Even with open eyes, I’m a by-stander. All these treasures and I don’t have the means to even use them.

I’m breaking promises and closing my eyes again. Everyone is going to fall and there will be nobody left to hide behind.

I fling my ski pole to the boy again, following Stella as her kick is identical to her last. A consistent dance between the two of us, amongst a beautiful setting; if only the expected ending was to be horrendous.

I can’t force myself to close my eyes, if I am going to do it; I must witness the act from start to finish. This is where the promise begins, here is my chance to put out the blaze.

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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Mar 25, 2018 13:24:32 GMT -5

Exar Shan

My heart races, and it leaps into the back of my throat. Nerves only make things worse, yet I'm watching these fools slowly tear each other apart. I look at Eva, and I still want to talk to her. I want to tell her that I'm glad she's by my side. That I think we could be friends. That I don't know how to deal with these other two alone. I barely make a dent on the twelve year old girl. I barely do anything like I've done for these past few days, and it's starting to upset me. I've trained for this moment. I've been working as hard as possible trying to make it out of this alive, but I'm failing at the moment. I couldn't save Apollo or C'rizz, but they had to die anyway, and Eva does too. I just didn't know it would happen this quick.

The kid from eleven strikes, and I'm watching the flame, and I'm trying to scream for Eva to move, but it just doesn't happen. My lips are open, yet no sound exits through them. The flame roars to life, and Eva is caught beneath it all. My heart sinks into the pits of my stomach. Everything that I've ever wanted to say to her tears through my mind. My eyes slowly start deceiving me, yet I blink it away before anyone has the chance to see what's going on. I genuinely cared for her. Eva was more than just a pawn. More than someone I was using. It started as that, but it changed throughout the course of the games. The world stops moving, and I'm left standing there watching as the flames devour her. I can't imagine the pain. I can't imagine the fear as the smell of burnt flesh floats into my nose.

I lick my lips as I turn back towards Stella and Finley. I don't know what to do, but they're reacting before I even have a chance to. I watch as the kid from eleven falls, and I can't help the devilish laugh that's leaving my lips. I look down at my knife wondering what I could possibly do. I want to move on. I want to get out of here alive, but I can't because the one person I trusted more than myself was torched beyond recognition. I knew coming in that people would die, but now it all seems so real. Everything is slowly falling into place. I never thought I would care for anyone. I never thought I would have so called friends in a dark place. But I want to go back home to have a normal life, and with that I know exactly what I have to do. It's time to put all my emotions away, and become the monster I never wanted to become.

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 25, 2018 19:41:30 GMT -5

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Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Mar 25, 2018 19:41:30 GMT -5

Bella couldn’t believe what was going on before her very eyes.

Everything was blue, sad, and distorted. Her vision fell to black for a moment, and she was back in that house that she knew all too well. However, it wasn’t on fire. No. It was the way it used to be, with her mother cooking in the kitchen like she always would.

Bella was sitting at the table, trying to figure out why she didn’t feel cold anymore. Why she didn’t see blood stained snow all around her. Why she was again, reunited in the worst way she could have been. She stood up from the table, and looked around for a moment, her hand gliding over the tablecloth that rested. She felt every stitch as if it were real.

She knew it wasn’t though, nothing could be real in the nightmare that she was in right now.

Nightmares were personified in such intensity that Bella couldn’t believe that she wasn’t dreaming, and when she looked at her mother, she saw the face of Gabriel, a ski pole stuck in his foot, and his eyes looked sunk.

Before she knew it, he was gone, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if this was her fault. Though Bella never openly said it, she wasn’t always sure about aligning with anyone else but Dymas, but she was willing to give it a chance, especially because her motherly nature took over. While Gilly reminded her so much of her sister, she knew that here in the arena, people were not your friends. They were people that you tried to find comfort in until one of you died.

As much as Bella prayed she would survive, she knew that soon enough she would meet an end like so many others that have died at the hands of survival.

It was beautiful in the worst way possible, and Bella still found a way to admire it. While it was sick to think that the games were a beautiful thing, they had their purpose in this world, and Bella hated it.

But no matter how much she objected to the idea of the games, that wasn’t going to change the fact that she was here, watching people die right before her very eyes.

If anything, it was going to heighten those survival skills that she learned days ago.

And so thinking about the death she just saw, she looked at Exar, Finley, and the girl from 12. And simply smiled. ”Well Exar, until next time.” She said, moving back slowly, holding her spear to the side. ”Next time when we meet, I hope to show you what else I have learned.” She moved back more, hearing the crunch in the snow. She took a glance at Gabe’s body and wondered if he could still hear them. She wondered if there was a soul left in there that was worth saving.

There wasn’t.

Once they got into the arena, souls evaporated into the very snow they watched disappear as well. Bella Rose accepted that the moment she drew blood from Mercy Woods.

Now she had to show that she made peace with that the day she killed Luxa for the second time.

Death didn’t seem fitting for Bella. But maybe she would take a page from Pillar Fray and become deathless.

No.

Bella needed to remember that she was no one but herself, and while herself would more than likely get her killed.

Staying true was the only thing that she had left.

And so she would hold onto it.

And so she took a second to say something to Gabe, and then walked towards Dymas and Gilly with her head held high. ”We need to get out of here.”

She put a hand on Dymas’s shoulder, ”An eye for an eye.” She said before blending with the fog that covered the area.

She had think of a way to prove her worth.

To herself.

And everyone else.

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 25, 2018 23:48:32 GMT -5

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Your light it follows me in darkness
I'm trying hard but I can't win
And I've played the victim for a long long time
And I wanna grow up
From the rhythm a young, from the rhythm of a younger heart
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You wished it was you in his place.

Metal against flesh, twisted smiles and blood, all mixed up in cacophony-you'd never understand how it hadn't been you that tumbled down into the snow that day. You don't ask if it was your weakness that brought about his death. They saw you playing the part well enough, victim of her circumstance, too small and unskilled to do much on her own. Wasn't that your truth? You cried when you'd gotten out of the bloodbath, when C'Rizz had turned on you, when Mercy had died-it took all the strength you had not to let the tears flow now-playing the victim came easy to you when the world seemed to be falling apart around you.

It would've been easier to give up, to lay down your arms and let them get on with their quests for a crown. Oh-you couldn't lie and say you'd never once thought about how it would've felt to wear it yourself. How would the world feel to see the youngest remaining tribute, one that had barely been of much consequence at all (save as the whipping girl, with skin stitched up like a worn out doll)? But you were so tired-of the cold, of running, of trying to make yourself into a warrior when it was clear that was not so. Theirs was a world you had separated from, all false and empty. Yours was a lonesome struggle to remain alive, with each day bringing a fresh hell for you to wade through.

But that wasn't entirely true.

Gabriel had been the one to take you like a sister, teasing and all-and though you did not see it then, this was nothing short of a brother. One that tucked you under his arm as the stars danced above. A boy that taught you strength was different than just what you could carry, it was holding onto yourself in spite of all the horror and fear you faced. He had not lost his smile even when eleven others turned on you, as though all of them had worked out together it was better for you not to exist. He still laughed, and pressed you close in an embrace that was as sweet as any your mother or father had given.

Maybe boys like him weren't made to reach what came after. Monsters and mongrels stalked the last half of the hunger games. These were boys and girls that were more concerned with becoming some self-constructed image rather than leaving as the person they'd always been (at once you wanted to take off your pirate hat and toss it away). Were you still Gilly, even after killing Apollo, and helping to destroy C'Rizz? Or seeing all those that were your friends fall, one after another? You felt like a poor copy, or cheap imitation of whoever you were supposed to be.

"Gabe!"

You watched Stella and Finley stab into him and wrench out his soul. You charged, all fire and no thought, to meet him as he fell. There was too much blood-too much, dripping out of his mouth, his chest, his feet-he was a rag doll cut open, his stuffing coming out across the snow. And you wanted to will him alive, to use whatever magic he'd had to piece him back together. You wanted to go back to the night before, and stay awake until sunrise, so that you hadn't missed so many minutes. Most of all, you wanted him to know that he was not alone, no matter how he felt.

"You can't leave me now…" You saw Exar standing and waiting to strike, and thought, let him come. "Please don't leave me, please, please, please. I love you, I'm sorry, I-" There were words you should have said, some sort of monologue exposing his virtues, or how he was the only thing that made you want to rise each morning. Except time did not stop for death, no matter how painful. Bella called for you and the time did not stand still in front of you. Yet you could only cradle his body, blood smearing across your shirt as you kneeled in the snow.

Your mother had lost five children before you. Each one had been a part of her body, named, and offered her promise. She buried them in little boxes under the shade of an old oak, and got to live on (you wished you'd asked her why she still went to see them if it hurt her so). You wanted an ounce of that strength now; to know that suffering was existing when pain should have consumed you a thousand times over. It was the pain that reminded you no matter how good a person you could become, others had been sacrificed for it to be so.

You were all fire then, a tornado - a raging wind of ferocity not yet since inside you exploded out.

"You'll die, if it's the last thing I have to do!" Your hands shook as you beat them into the snow. You moved to grab your spear, but felt a heavy tug from behind. Dymas was at the ready, pulling you away from Gabriel. "No! No! Let me at them! Let me go! I want to, I want to, I don't care. Let me just-"

The anger boiled hot, spreading red across your face. You swung your arms and gritted your teeth; you imagined you looked the same as the raging dog you'd once seen in the street, frothing at the mouth. He was all you'd had, you thought, The one that kept you safe-that had told you that you were family. He was the brother you'd wanted, and the friend you'd longed to have. How you could ever go back to being lonely felt as worse a fate as any.

Gilly... please. I don't want them to hurt you. Please. I'm sorry about Gabe but we need to get away from them.

You gave one last side long glance at the girl from twelve, and the boy from nine. One last look at Gabriel, as you knew that as soon as you turned your head, you wouldn't be able to look at him again without falling into the snow and breaking apart then and there. So you pressed into Dymas, and stared forward the watch the back of Bella's head. You turned over the anger in your head thinking that if you were going to fall, you wanted them to suffer for what they'd done.

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 26, 2018 12:08:24 GMT -5

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Post by * on Mar 26, 2018 12:08:24 GMT -5

[Flee filler to keep things going since anthem is tomorrow. I will fill this in.

Basically Dymas hugs Gilly. Pulls her away. Takes a picture of her and him for fun to get her to smile. Does some healing, etc in maint to come]

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That Green Light [Trampalanches vs A.S] Day5 Mar 26, 2018 12:19:52 GMT -5

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Post by alex 🐺 on Mar 26, 2018 12:19:52 GMT -5

{ My bones do not taste of crown and silver

I am not a thing to be owned }

Silver turned red and everything slowed down. Like a comet crashing through the atmosphere, a nuclear explosion touching down. The concussive embrace of stillness before time sped up and the fallout rattled through the air. When a star goes supernova, the explosion emits enough light to overshadow an entire solar system, even a galaxy. Such explosions can set off the creation of new stars. In its own way, it was not unlike being born. It was not unlike dying.

Stella’s kick - a flurry of movement that was nothing short of graceful again struck the boy from Eleven in the chest. The spray that erupted - red, so red - spilling into the air. The force of a thousand bombs. A high-speed bullet erupting through skin as she stuck into his chest. Finley followed after, his spear crashing into the ground through the boy’s foot. A mortal wound that Stella’s knight of the flowers would carry with him through this Hell. One less person standing between her and salvation. A crow calling in the distance.

The blonde had wished she had been the one to do it. Malice coursing through her veins like the blood that pumped through her atria. She licked her lips at the taste of Gabriel’s blood. Chest heaving and arms tired. She had emerged from this battle unscathed. Her body whole, but her mind reeling. The loss of Eva only just beginning to take shape.

"You'll die, if it's the last thing I have to do! No! No! Let me at them! Let me go! I want to, I want to, I don't care. Let me just-" The young girl's words are thrown away from her as she tears away with her allies. Her voice lost to the wind.

”Ex, Fin…” Stella began, her voice raw from the lingering smell of blood and ash. She cleared her throat, blood soaking the snow through the crampons.

"We need to go, its not safe here. Someone else could be watching or waiting. Follow me." Stella pulls her satchel higher, blood streaked all over her fur coat, and moves away from Eva's body - red, white, black, the remains of a supernova burned out too soon.

(Let the sky burn,
let it rain down ash like snow
and let us waltz through the remains.
Cover me with the soot of all that once was,
I want to dance with you in the new.)

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