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euphoria // ggg + dq, day 1 Oct 28, 2018 14:35:38 GMT -5

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Post by lance on Oct 28, 2018 14:35:38 GMT -5

When I run, no one dares follow. Auto my vanguard, Larceny and Carter my rear guard, caught right in the middle of a retreat none of us planned.

And yeah, maybe trying to win the wealth and kill people when you're outnumbered almost two to one and outskilled because of local advantage was a stupid idea, I get it. I call myself the responsible twin, not the genius twin.

There's blood leaking into my eyes from a slice on my forehead, pain pulsing from a gash in my arm carved out by the tenacious girl from Seven - why I didn't peg her as a threat given her score and the recent strength of her district is beyond me, honestly - and throughout my body is a world of hurt. But far from submitting to it, I welcome it - pain means I'm still alive, still fighting, still have a chance to return home with my heart still beating within my chest and my skin warm with life instead of cold with stone.

Inwardly, I chuckle. Closer to death than I am to life, and lacking any serious supplies to mend my wounds, I'm left at the mercy of outside sources instead of my own two hands. Anyone who knows an inkling about me know that I fucking hate that - I've always prided myself on being (mostly) self reliant when it comes to getting by, but I've seen more than once that with pride comes the fall, with the refusal to bend because of stubbornness comes the inevitable break - of bone, of will, of life.

And then there's the small matter of a lack of coordination. Larceny and Carter have each other, but unless one of them had a better eye than myself, no one had seen where Auto had disappeared off to - and while I was reasonably certain it wasn't death, as not a single corpse had littered the ground nor a cannon sounded in the air - that still didn't help our situation any.

And then of course, you have me being a dumbass and not signaling to my allies that I was exiting stage right either. But to do so would have attracted unwanted attention like honey would flies, and to be quite honest, my idea of a good time was avoiding having to fight a pair of Careers and their lower district allies while bleeding from half a different places at once.

Scattered to the four winds before the sun had even set on the first day, I'm hardly optimistic of my chances. But still I run, until the signs of urbanization fade into the background and I find myself surrounded by the largest trees I've ever seen in my life.

Eventually, my body cries uncle, and I collapse to the ground, ragged breaths traveling through my lungs and lactic acid pumping through my veins in lieu of blood. For a moment, I recover, as pain gradually recedes to where skin has been broken and my lungs cool from magma to a simple campfire in comparison.

It is only then that I notice how quiet it is. Solitary in the forest, accompanied nothing by flora that stretches to the stars and a cool, pleasant fog, it's an almost serene setting. Perfect to lose yourself in your thoughts, or leave behind your mortal coils as you ascend to whatever lies beyond simple breathing, I decide that as far as potential locations for fleeing, this is hardly the worst one.

Gradually, my breath slows, and I stand once again. Sweat coats my forehead even as I tear the bottom half of the legs off of my slacks - because honestly, fuck slacks - and remove my suit jacket in turn.

Only then is the silence broken, as a muted yet audible HONK echoes through the woods.

Wiping the sweat and blood from my brow, gaze traveling towards the source, my face breaks out into a slow grin as it lands on a fat little bird floating lazily above me, clearly without a care in the world. I recognize them as some of the most harmless of muttations to frequent the arena - called Delivery Words by the Capitolite commentators on screen - and I decide that if I'm going to travel this world devoid of my allies, that at least I'll nab myself a companion of a different sort.

"C'mere you little fucker," I mutter, both hands outstretched in an attempt to capture the little guy for myself.

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euphoria // ggg + dq, day 1 Oct 28, 2018 19:11:08 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 28, 2018 19:11:08 GMT -5

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Marks of battle litter across my external existence in a manner nearly forgotten by the years of perfection. Agony seeks numbness upon my physical being, though it doesn’t conduct a wincing reactions across my features of stone - nor does it falter the gentleness of my steps aiming to not attract the continuation of this war to me just yet. But silence pierces eerily in this abundance of flourishing nature, not even an insect chirping from it’s hiding, leaving even the most graceful of steps to echo in the most whisper of manners. There’s a dire instinct nagging for me to shelter myself in a haven to repair the festering wounds. Another urgency is nipping at the tips of my toes to turn around in strive to reunite with my other half. It’s a plethora of tactics to survive with no guarantee, while still my march solely presses onward.

The end of my sword cuts the edge of the blanket loitering in the likes of my see-through bag. The rough fabric rips unevenly in a chunk, to provide a bundled handful to press against the opening upon my chest. Blood prolongs to trickle from it in a reminder of what lingers both behind and ahead, while hopefully my makeshift craft of scratchy cloth and pressure will ease until further aid presents itself. The edges of my lips curl upward just slightly at the sting of my determination to clot the bleeding, at my willpower to live, at the ones who believed they could steal such strength away from me.

Not even the height of five feet graces my short disposition, despite my confidence towering me above the rest. Other’s strive to collapse such layers of my core tickles a muted laugh from my stomach. Three of them sought for my blood without a second thought to glisten from their irises. Their weapons might have tattooed my skin, and left red splashes in their wake, while revenge struck back just as viciously. A hand collapsing from the foolish Blonde’s existence proceeds to replay in my thoughts, the smirk it induced returning to my cheeks even now - a smirk that warned her about prolonging her reckless actions against me. And sure enough my Brother’s own spite for such inadmissible decisions carved her just as brutally. Certainly that’ll warn them over tempting a three against one with a child that purely appears weak. Damn cowards.

Not once had Larceny left my side however, revenging whomever dared to crave for my skin. Never had we parted from one another during the most crucial of times, not until an unknown force of invisible power called me from the battle. The smallest ache turns the likes of my chest wound, impulsing me to bite against my inner cheek and actually absorb a slither of the pain. Abruptly my feet halt from the journey of my path, regret consuming with an urgency to retreat back to him - no matter the consequences. From the start of our creation, we were always there to protect one another.

Recollection of our history transports to me to when Father’s rage still inflicted upon us. Bruises and blood spattered us, just as it does on me now. My tiny fists of innocence would curl tightly in a raft of temper, knuckles paling to near white, overrun by a temptation to prove our worth and strike back at Father’s punishments. There was forever that need to illustrate my strength, hoping that such would transfer Father’s opinion and make him proud - though it surely would have never resulted as such. But Larceny would never succumb to that, being levelheaded no matter the circumstances. His palm would gently wrap around my wrist, persuading without a word that my desires wouldn’t unravel as I’d hope. His intelligence would always reign where mine could not. I never should have left his side, though there’s no doubt he wanted me to.

It was him who convinced me to my escape, whether or not it existed within the physical realm or simply our thoughts. But he didn’t follow in pursuit, determined to gather and slash even if I couldn’t. And that’s where I painted my mistake, leaving him behind despite.

The mottle of another’s words snap me from my internal debate, instinctively tightening my claw around the handle to my blade. Takes solely a second to fade from my recollection to realize the source of the cursing vocals, and scuttle with another… Or something, which is shortly understood past the enormous tower of a tree blocking me from one of my allies. From one war to another it appears that he’s gone, though it’s not comprehended why he’d pick such a battle in his state. The result of weapons freckle across his skin as much as my own, and here he is tempting to capture a bird. The reason for our agreed union escapes me, while his temporary ease from the chaos does ignite a new grin across my features.

“Maxy versus a bird-“ Speaks comically across my tongue, as though Caesar narrating the Game. “And the bird wins!” A soft giggle even seeps from my core, eyes settling from the mayhem seeking to cause panic. A canon has yet to blast. My other half and Carter were fully intact during my last I glance at them, and my gut has yet to tell me otherwise as it definitely would. They will find us, just as I discovered Max. And with that I cave to the idea of having a smidgen of enjoyment. “Bet I can get one before you.” Humorously taunts with my smirk widening at my own challenge.

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euphoria // ggg + dq, day 1 Nov 1, 2018 19:43:45 GMT -5

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Post by Tom on Nov 1, 2018 19:43:45 GMT -5

Carter Laws

Carter Laws was not a coward.

No one could tell him otherwise now after staying at the cornucopia of asphalt and sales. Pain blossoming from his leg as if the movement of pushing the cart was strenuous to his wound. Lex from seven had done it, but he's alive and that's what matters more. Carter Laws was no Mitchell Laws, but he could still hold his own for awhile. Feet pushing forward as he remembers seeing Max head towards the trees that raise into the clouds, trying to escape their reality. A deep breath as the pack of cards thumps softly against his heart with the reminder that Mitchell Laws loved him. A reminder of the protection that his brother still had for him even from the grave. A sigh from his lips as his fingers tense around the handle of the shopping cart. Death still lingers in the arena, waiting for any of them to make the wrong move. All Carter can do is ignore the chill that runs through his spine as he continues forward.

Blood. Carter's seen wounds of all types in District Twelve. Kids scraping knees, adults breaking bones, and hunger taking lives, he's seen it all. The one thing he's never seen was the capability of his own hands to create blood. Blood on the edge of his axe, drying gently, reminding him that this was how it had to be. Mitchell knew what the cost of living was worth and Carter did too. What was the cost of a life if it meant destroying every single belief that he holds. Was it worth it to throw away himself in order to make it home to the Laws family. Death would mean he could cry in Mitchell Laws' arms and tell his brother how hard it was to just survive without him.

Bloodbath didn't come with no trauma. It's only been what feels like minutes of running, but he can still feel the pain of his leg in his body. Eyes of Lex like a reminder of what she had done to him flashing back and forth in his head. Wander's words flowing through Carter's ears again as he can feel himself nervously bite at his cheek. Hellion Mo's own blood attached to his axe with the reminder that he didn't want to do it, but they needed wealth. They needed the supplies to heal Max, Auto, and Larceny. In the end, it hadn't even mattered.

A silence fills as Carter continues to go with Larceny in the cart. Eyes scanning the younger boy with a careful eye. Reminders of the younger siblings that he has. Always getting into trouble and coming home with scrapes, cuts, and bruises. A purplish, green bruise coming to life on the younger boy's right hand as Carter holds his breath. Eyes scanning over the gash on the boy's stomach that makes his throat dry and stomach ache in nausea. Silence as they move among the trees reaching for the heaven.

The sound of pine needles crunching on the wheel of the cart takes his attention away from Larceny. Auto and Max were just as beat up or worse off than them. The wound on his leg doesn't hurt as much with the thought of everyone else around. There's no sound except for the sound of pine needles and their heavy breathing. Carter was no coward, but he knew when to run away from the fighting. The cards were already against him at the end there. Kings, Queens, and Jacks had taken the area for themselves. Could an ace take them on and survive, his guess was no. They'd be crumbled by the hand that they were given, but here he was in a large forest that makes him feel like an ant crawling on the ground.

"You alright, Lars."

Carter's voice escapes with a warmth and a small smile as he continues pushing them through the forest looking for Maxwell and Auto somewhere in the tall trees. No possible way that they didn't come this way. Silence takes over for a second as his eyes glance over Lars. The chaotic kid was unusual, but Carter felt respect for the kid that stayed with him until the end. Despite the large gash on his stomach, Lars had his back for the entire fight. Eyes glance to him as Lars replied back to him. "I'm fine, I'm used to pain. I'll live." Used to pain, like Lars had suffered stuff like this the entire time. A frown fills his face, but he changes back to the blank one quickly enough to stay silent. Fingers drumming on the cart's handle as he blinks silently. "You're bleeding too. What happened?"

Blood. The boy knew that his own wound was bleeding, but there was no time for it. Lex had taken a swing at him. Running away from the pain and possibility of death that hangs over him. Raisa Mortuus' words ringing in his ears once more. The beautiful girl from twelve that speaks to the dead. Raisa Mortuus would speak to him when he dies. Never truly alone in this word. A silence falls as Carter shrugs his shoulders and speaks to Lars.

"I'm good, just a scratch from Seven. Lex, I think. Got me on our way out. I'll live."

Born to live. Live to die. A chill runs down his spine again as he gives him a friendly smile to ease any worries. Drumming fingers to the tune of a lullaby that his mother used to hum to him as a baby. It rings in his head over and over, but he knows that the wound doesn't hurt him as much. The only hurt is the flashes of others from bloodbath. Hellion Mo. Wander Sibley. Lex Lionel. Bette Sublino. Auto. Max. Lars. Visions of them coming back and forth as blood and bruises come from wounds. A deep breath as Lars breaks his trance.

"Good." Good. Good that he's alive. Lars was an interesting one, but he holds his tongue as he waits for something else to come. He's never been one for words, but right now he's just moving silently with a boy in a cart and blood on their hands. Death lingers in the shadows, but they're not being followed. A good sign for them as Carter had tried to swing the cart in different directions at one point to have anyone who follows lose the trail or take longer to figure out where they're going. A silence is broken by Lars' words.

"You think we are close to finding Auto and Maxwell?" Worry for his sister is the first thing Carter believes. Not that he isn't the same in this moment. Worry lingers from his skin for their allies. Twenty four of them were still alive. Any of them could run into Auto or Max and finish them off. A silence in his eyes as he gives a small smile. Remembering seeing Auto out of the corner of his eye heading towards the trees reaching for the heavens. Max having gone in the same direction only a bit more before us. Smarter than Carter had been, after all that's how they got a swing in and cut open his leg.

"Yeah. They couldn't have gone far. I watched both of them go this way. We'll find them soon."

A smile of comfort on his lips as he can remember Jack's own words. We'll be okay. Lies. Always a lie from his adopted brother's mouth. Carter's never been okay, but right now he was alive and that's better than okay. Comfort in his form as Lars speaks a reply back to him. "Yeah, you're right." Eyes meet as Carter gives his friendly smile and determination to find them is back in his bones again. Driving him to continue to move forward with a new confidence. An eleven in his veins as he pushes through pine needles. Eyes stare at him, but he lets Lars do so as there's nothing else for the other boy to do. Carter would take his cards out of his pocket, but silently, he focuses on the path ahead of them, drumming his fingers slightly on the handle.

"And, the next time we see that girl. Lex? I've got your back." Chest bursting to life as Carter feels his heart swell in pride for a new friend. Lars has got his back and that's all he can ask for. Mitchell Laws had no one to watch his back. Death was the only one who came for Mitchell in the form of a yeti. A silence pulls in the air as he stops the cart for a moment. Companionship to breath in gently. Trust in someone new, but Carter gives him a friendly smile and pushes on once more with a new invigorated determination to reunite their alliance. Words fumble from the ace's mouth as he continues on their path.

"Sounds like a plan."

Silence until he lets himself give in to the comforting air around Lars.

"I got your back too, Lars."

Time moves quicker now with their discussion out of the way. The forest continues with flashes of tree trunks and pine needles. Greens that glitter like a land of healthy plants that run the world. Never in his life has he seen such a beautiful place. Twelve was drab with coal miners and colors of black that were endlessly everywhere. Smudges of coal lingering on places that it didn't belong. Tired miners who were only slightly older than him coming home from work, but he always had a deck of cards to entertain him. The forest of trees reaching higher and higher makes him comfortable and yet uncomfortable. Eyes can't see past the trees into the sky. Night or day, he couldn't tell at all for how long they've been moving.

Hours, minutes, or seconds could have passed without him realizing, but it's quiet, until it's not. The sounds of honks echoing along the trees as he glances to Lars for a moment. Carter's feet move first as he moves closer to the racket of sounds that seem to be reaching the air. Around a tree trunk as he hides from the loud honks and the sound of pine needles crunching. Axe in his hand as he holds himself quietly. Moving forward a step at a time, just in case this sound happened to be Lex or someone just as deadly.

There's a moment of waiting, until the sound of a jingle hits his ears. Eyes glancing up as something silver falls above him. Not quick enough, the tiny object hits him in the head with a thump. A groan as he moves his hand to the bump on his head. Words don't come from his throat as he stares at the little package with an eye roll. Carter remembered these from Mitchell's games. Sponsorship for tributes like they were animals in a cage and these items could be useful to them, but half of the time they were just useless junk. Fingers tense as he feels the worry of a trap in the back of his mind.

Inside the package is the one thing he did not expect. The most gaudy thing of lipstick that he's ever seen. Glittering in what light that they do have, as he reads the label on it. The words reading just like he expected it to. Glamour's Indigo Lipstick TM. A reminder of the eleven that he carries on his back like a target on his skin. Bette's words ringing in his head once again. Fingers tensing around the lipstick that is way too extravagant, but put it up to Glamour Kinkade to make the most absurd container he's ever seen. Instead of tucking it away, he opens it and puckers his lips applying it as carefully as he can. A little messy, but still enough that it looks good enough for him. A smirk up at the sky as he closes the lipstick and places it in his collar.

The sounds of honking gets louder again as he focuses back on finding the others. Lars was somewhere nearby, but that didn't matter right now to the sound. A rustle as Carter closes his eyes and listens for a moment. The pack of cards weighing him down and focusing himself on the sound, until words come from someone's lips that are too familiar. A honk sounds as wings lift up and Carter opens his eyes gently.

"C'mere you little fucker,"

Footsteps sounding as pine needles crunch. Carter recognized the voice as Maxwell immediately, but this other person's footsteps makes him hesitate moving for a second. Coward. Coward is ringing in his ear. Jack's face comes up as he breaks down in front of Carter. Jaime's hand on his shoulder as Carter feels his chest tighten with homesickness. He misses his family so much. He misses the loudness of the Laws household. He misses his mother's cooking. He misses his brothers and sisters antics. He misses Mitchell and Gabriel. A silence as the other person speaks in a familiar fashion.

“Maxy versus a bird-“ A pause until the voice speaks again. “And the bird wins!” A giggle comes from her throat as Carter lets himself smile now. Auto Grand Theft and Maxwell Temple had found one another to be safe. A chuckle comes form his throat as Auto continues. “Bet I can get one before you.” Moving away from the tree, he reveals himself to see Auto catch a bird masterfully. A laugh comes from his throat as he watches the injured allies of his. Lars is close by as he moves to the honking. Arms above his head as he catches his breath once more. Words seeming to not come out as he watches the ugly birds flap their wings.

"Glad to see you both messing around. Maxy poo needs to live a little." A wink at Maxwell as he gives him a chuckle. Fingers gently moving through his hair as he takes in their injuries. Max has a significant amount more than the rest of them and the wound on his arm looks not good, but the same could be said about his leg. A small smile pulls on his lips as he glances over to Auto, who has a large gash on her chest, but still catches a word with flawlessness. Lars' words in his head once more. Used to pain. The thefts were used to pain. A thought stored away for later as he leans on a tree for a second.

"That wound on your arm, Maxy poo, doesn't look too good." Eyes reach him as he gives the guy as smile and moves forward to do something about it. Fingers move gently as he watches Max's face for a moment. Eyes glance back towards Auto as he looks to the words. Indigo on his lips as he backs away from Max with what little first aid that he could have done. Auto's interesting, but he's sure that Lars and Auto are having quite the reunion, especially after both getting roughened up a bit. Used to pain. Thefts are used to pain. Laws are used to death.

All he can do is speak as he moves to catch his own dumb bird. A smile on his lips as indigo flashes in the air. Fingers move as his body does, ignoring the slight discomfort in his leg. Lex had cut him. Someone had touched him. Mitchell had been better off than him so far, but he gives a shake of his head as he speaks again.

"Looks like it's my turn to take a crack at this."

Feet move as he reaches forward to grab the bird. Fluttering wings and honks in the air. Reaching for something more than the pain in his chest behind all of the masks that Carter Laws wears. Trees reaching to the heavens like they could escape the bloodshed that will be had on it's purified grounds. Trees reaching up like Ansgar Todd to find a reason to survive. A silence as Carter moves carefully to catch the fluttering bird.

Carter Laws was born to live.

And he would fight to live, even if he had to reach to the heavens themselves.

(Carter uses Post BB f/a on Maxwell for -3)
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(Carter attempts to catch a word)
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euphoria // ggg + dq, day 1 Nov 2, 2018 2:32:03 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Nov 2, 2018 2:32:03 GMT -5

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Cold confusion curls the air of defeat as though Pandora's Box has just been unleashed. All the evils and atrocities of humanity have been sent spewing forth from the darkest cells within every soul. The map of morals which guided our past society is now set ablaze within the flames of fury sparked by the struggle for our survival. Inside this cage of cruelty our angels have been engulfed by the hunger of our devils. Our consciousnesses are now crippled without reason leaving only instinct to reign. We are entirely another existence aside from human, or maybe we are more human than ever before.

Among the aftermath of undeniable failure I am silent with eyes sewn forward. Along the line of towering trees I search for understanding, for rationalization as to why the winnings of the slaughter have not been stolen by our own assault. As I reel in request for peace from the trouble this brings tainting my mind, I am reminded of a story. Soon within the focus of my mind, the trees transform to winding ruins kissed by the running rails of fire. The leaves which litter the forest floor become strewn with bodies and are breached by rivers of running red. In an entire thought, peace plummets into war.

There once was an ancient city surrounded on all sides by an army from across the sea. Warriors gleaming in gold and shining in silver laid siege to the city in a wicked war. Amid the angst of those engaged in the surging struggle, beings embodied by the heavens found themselves within the writhing masses of mankind. Celestial creators playing with thousands of dolls at their mercy. A battle of brutal proportions which brought nothing but sinister smiles to the faces of these immortals. And in this realm of reckoning, one fierce fighter was a near-immortal man by the name of Achilles. With unwavering strength and absolute euphoria he fought for his people. Yet even he was proven just a man playing a Gods' game. For through the will of one of Olympus, an arrow annihilated the only piece of his body not bound by the safety of ever lasting life. And there among the burning buildings and broken bodies he breathed his last breath a mere mortal before the might of the Almighty.

It is this story that sits heavy aboard the train of the my thoughts. This is no longer an existence where Ripred is silent as ever and people are weakly unaware. This is a world of woe where its Gods are active and cruel while its people are all warriors, all Achilles, with only certain spots of secret softness. In this the answer to my internal investigation lies. The rules of living have shifted, and in a storm of slaughter like the bloodbath there was no time to find weaknesses. That is why we were met with the bitter bite of defeat. That is why I sit aboard this cart while the blood of my stomach still stinging from its slicing stains the center of my palms.

I'm far from aware of how long its been since the sight of scarlet streets altered to rows of tall living giants. The wheels of the cart scuttling softly across the crackling leaves bringing the only sound within this forest into life. I have to admit there is something soothing about the silence of the serene sky scrapping pillars of bark, but there is also something unsettling. The loss of life in an area abundant with it. An area in which it seems all that can exist are the trees. An area where it feels like we as living beings do not belong as trespassers.

The silence, and my thoughts, are further broken by the first words spoken from either my or Carter's lips since our final steps sprinting out of the bloodbath. He asks a question, a question I inquire from his tone and personality is earnest. A possible worry for my condition when I had all but barely noticed the pulsing pain of my own wound. My eyes examine my bubbling blood but I do not squirm or shake at the sight. All I can think is that Father would have done worse if I had come back this empty handed to him.

"I'm fine, I'm used to pain," I don't even look up from my reddening fingers, "I'll live."

A new thought then crosses my mind as I do break away from the sight of my own blood to the blood smeared in shapes all over Carter's skin. I can't connect the sight to a source but its fresh enough to have been wiped off since the bloodbath. The older boy's face hides any signs of suffering but I am certain of my deductive thinking. Somewhere beneath his clothes Carter is hurt as well, another rich reminder of our earlier action of fleeing for our lives. I suppose its my own curiosity more than a worry I'm unable to detect which brings about my own words.

"You're bleeding too, what happened?"

The answer is obvious yet what I am seeking comes later in his response. He credits the producer of his pain as Lex from District Seven, a blonde girl I remember quite well for her high score and clearly crass personality. I think that its possible I may have liked her if the circumstances were different, but considering the way the table's been laid she is nothing more than a threat. A challenge to overcome towards the claiming of the crown. Not to mention she attacked an ally, a member of the team, a crime which even criminals cannot allow to go unpunished. However, his similar phrasing settles my scheming momentarily as a typical single word response leaves my lips.

"Good."

We continue deeper into the towering thickets of cloud kissed fauna and the further we get the more my impatience ignites. Although the canons have stayed silent, the lack of Auto in sight since she fled with blood blooming across her skin brings a strong stirring of discomfort in the lowest pit of my stomach. I can feel her life somewhere still remaining, but it brings little comfort to the fact that unless I can confirm it for myself, I can never achieve true calmness. Twins were meant to be together as they were genetically designed to be, when they're separated the world is entirely askew. Plus, Maxwell too lies somewhere along this never ending space of trees and until our alliance is reunited we are at our most vulnerable.

"You think we are going to find Auto and Maxwell soon?"

I ask with my eyes scanning the edges of the treeline. As I expect Carter is optimistic with his assurance but uncertainty still sours my mind. I want to believe that it will be easy tracking them down, but so far life has never proven itself to be an easy burden to bury. However, instead of agonize over what I can't control I choose to capitalize on something I can. Truth is sacred, and to me it's even more. It means more than trusting another with my own life, but trusting them with Auto's, which is everything. But with the past battle turning into history I feel confident Carter is someone I can find as trusted ally(friend?).

"And, the next time we see that girl. Lex? I've got your back."

It's a two way street. He has mine. I have his. In this kind of existence it's the only real rule there is to follow. I only hope I can be certain that he plays by it.

Not long after my pact with Carter the sound of Auto's voice flows through the trees. Surprise shifts my face as I feel my muscles relax from tension I didn't even realize I was holding. The scene Carter and I come across though is definently an odd one. Both Maxwell and Auto seem entranced by some birds, and sure enough Auto has already snagged one. A sigh brings about a shake of my head and a full set of sarcasm.

"Auto why do you need a bird? The last animal you had, a mouse, you killed it... On purpose."

Still despite my questioning of the motives for their match of catch a bird, I soon find myself stalking a nearby bird as well. Perhaps there are even some moments in this world where death isn't all that matters.

Still being alive does too.
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Larceny uses F/A on Self for -3
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euphoria // ggg + dq, day 1 Nov 2, 2018 20:45:55 GMT -5

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Post by Python on Nov 2, 2018 20:45:55 GMT -5

Sable's delicate touch wasn't enough to heal him. He had emerged from the bloodbath a broken man in the literal sense - arm dangling uselessly at his side, bones misaligned. The pain radiated through his left side as if a hammer had wedged itself between his bones, and there was very little his friend could do to mend the ailment. After scurrying clumsily away from an asphalt death bed and into the cover of enormous trees and crunching pine needles, Minx had wiped hot tears from his eyes. Not only were his bones broken, but two fingers had been sliced off of his left hand. White hot pain seared the ends of his bloody nubs. He couldn't decide which pain was worse, and couldn't distract himself from either of the injuries.

They sat against a tree for as long as the coast was clear, trying to lessen the bleeding. Without supplies, it wasn't something one could simply patch up like a broken faucet. The thought occurred to him that this could be his doom; one wound, one infection, one stupidly preventable way to die. A death suited to a useless idiot.

Fortunately, the heavens were thinking of him. Salvation in the form of a silver parachute - who in their right mind was sponsoring someone like him? So frail and weak, he was perhaps his own last pick at winning this thing. Maybe people liked an underdog, but he could make no promises about rising above the rest.

After Sable helped bandaged him up, he cracked a pained smile. "Thanks," he said through gritted teeth. His tears had evaporated but he pain was still a thorn in his side. He could not hide his expression of that pain. The Capitol would soon catch on that he was not worth saving, but for now he would cherish this gift. Medical supplies were everything, Minx was more than well aware of that.

A trek further into the maze of trees was decided as their wisest option. A forest like this usually meant a river or lake nearby. It also meant running the risk of encountering unusual mutts or other tributes in hiding. So when he heard the sound of distant voices and spotted a whole group, he gasped and slid behind a tree to hide. "Sable, wait!" He whispered, panicked.

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Nov 2, 2018 22:33:48 GMT -5

Tell me somethin', girl
Are you happy in this modern world?
Or do you need more?
Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for?

Blood.

The color of my dress, stains my arms. Part of me can't remember if the dress was supposed to be long sleeve or not. Then the panic sets in, is it mine? I didn't think I would go this early. It can't be my time yet. I don't even see Him anywhere near.

But then I realize.

Somehow I managed to make it out of hell without even a scratch. Minx, however; wasn't as lucky. Blood covered almost his entire body, and it takes every ounce of strength not to cringe at his appearance. "Oh shit,"I mumbled. I knew any other reaction I had would only make him panic more, so instead I rip a length of fabric from my dress, making it significantly shorter. Gently, I create a sling around his clearly broken arm to try and support it some. The remaining piece I wrap around the nubs where his fingers were, in hopes to stop the bleeding. "I didn't need that part of the dress anyway, easier to run in now. And look at that, we match," A smirk found its way upon my lips.

Blood.

I have never seen so much of it until today. And I wasn't sure I wanted to see anymore.

But I knew this wouldn't be the last.

Mother had taught me first aid long ago, one of the few things she was actually useful for. But my makeshift sling would not last long, and worry began to form in the crease of my eyebrows as I thought of any other way to fix this. I was useless. Always have been, always will be.

I've only ever been good for show.

Then a flash of silver caught my eyes. It couldn't be, who the hell would sponsor the two pathetic tributes bound to die? We showed no promise, not an ounce of hope. They kept falling from the sky, and for the first time in a long time, a laugh escaped my lips.

Maybe all those guys were good for something.

I took the real medical supplies from the fallen gifts and gently began to patch up Minx to the best of my ability. The whole time my smile never left my face. Maybe there was hope.

Maybe Everly could finally breathe.

My hands eagerly tour apart the other gifts. I slung the bag across my back and filled it with my items. The meager knife I managed to get from the fray, the jar, the canteen, and my own medical kit. The sword I didn't trust in my bag, what if someone came at us? I wouldn't die with my hands by my sides. The knife makes it easy to cut another piece of my dress from the bottom. Clumsily I tie it around my waste and slide the sword underneath.

Hopefully the audience enjoys some leg.

Our walked continued through the maze of woods, watching our step as we go. Voice rang throughout. I felt Minx freeze at my side. A roll of my eyes and I grabbed his good arm and continued to drag him towards the voices. "Oh stop being such a baby," not bothering to keep my voice down. I peaked my head around a tree, and spotted the other tributes just a few yards away. They seemed to be struggling just to catch a Word, so I turned around to Minx and smiled before I continued to pull him out into the clearing.

I could almost feel the fear radiating off of him.

I let my bag fall off my shoulder at the base of a tree a few yards away from the group. There's strength in numbers, even though they technically might not be our numbers. I forced him to sit on the ground and propped him up against the tree. "Lay a hand on him, and trust me, you'll lose it," A gentle smile formed on my lips as I stared at them, before turning my attention back to Minx and re-attended to his wounds. "See, we're fine," The words fell from my lips, barely a whisper.

No more blood.

Not today.

I'm falling
In all the good times I find myself
Longin' for change
And in the bad times I fear myself

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