head high }} queen's huntsmen. day 1.

gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕
Advertiser

1,893 POSTS

Pronouns: She/Her
last seen Nov 23, 2024 22:58:06 GMT -5

basically miss america

head high }} queen's huntsmen. day 1. Oct 17, 2019 22:41:33 GMT -5

Quote

Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Oct 17, 2019 22:41:33 GMT -5

walking in my sleep
like the naked trees
will they wake up again?
do they sleep? do they dream?

We had made it out alive.

Part of myself was surprised, the other half not nearly as much. The plan was to fly under the radar, and we had accomplished that. They didn't see me as a threat, I surrounded myself with people who would make me look weaker, people who wouldn't cause the others to look twice. Their foolishness would be their downfall. Because the minute they let their guard down, the minute they blink for a second too long.

That is when they die.

My instincts lead us somewhere not too far off, we can't risk being tired. That would make us ill-prepared, and those that are not prepared always suffer. It's a forest with coverage, enough that we can not be found easily, but not too much where we will trip over our own feet. Not many others should follow us here, but if they did we would have the advantage with coverage.

A quick nod in the direction of Efram, a thank you for helping me out. But not a single word leaves my mouth, not even a smile. He should need nothing more than my gratitude. My eyes scan my body and it seems that most of the blood is not my own. The worst seems to be a bruise that is beginning to form on my foot. I quickly look the others up and down, they seem to be worse off than myself.

Better for me.

Because in the end, I am the only one that matters.

The place seems quiet enough, but one can never be too sure.

"Before we settle down look for anything important, but most importantly make sure there isn't anybody else around. If you find someone, you know what to do,"

I didn't bother finishing my sentence, instead I used one finger and motioned across my throat. Death was about to fill the arena, and they needed to be prepared.

"I'll take first watch tonight,"

I do not trust them, and I know I never will.

Trust is always a queen's greatest mistake.

feel it as the wind
strokes my skin
i am moved by the chill
hear the winter bird sing

[ bell does a lot of stuff that will be noted in maint xoxo ]

❝ moon dust in your hair, stars in your eyes ❞

heather - d2 [mylee]
Retired Staff

528 POSTS

last seen May 30, 2023 18:02:03 GMT -5

head high }} queen's huntsmen. day 1. Oct 18, 2019 1:18:47 GMT -5

Quote

Post by heather - d2 [mylee] on Oct 18, 2019 1:18:47 GMT -5

From the moment the boy’s fist makes contact with the bones of my foot, my body leans heavy on Tommy, even though I will it not to stand upright.

We stumble together behind Bell, out of sync and spitting, until she finally comes to a halt under the cover of trees. It’s quiet enough, and most importantly, it seems that here, we are alone. The mess of bodies and weapons is a roar that hasn’t subsided, and the throbbing pain in my left foot serves as a reminder of the place we have just committed to memory.

When we come to a pause, Tommy starts to move away from under me, starts to remove the support I’ve so desperately come to need. The moment my body is asked to rely on itself I sputter, half-yell, My foot’s fucking broken. This is the only way I can cry for help, by lacing it with expletives and refusing to be direct.

Tommy may be paying attention to my pleas for assistance, but I can’t be too sure because Bell’s voice is overtaking my ability to think, her you know what to do and I’ll take first watch causing the hair at the back of my neck to stand straight. My first instinct is to challenge her, but the pain in my foot causes me to pause and consider what I’m hoping to gain from the interaction. I want sympathy, yes, but there’s some part of me that knows it will do no good, only serving to waste energy we do not have to spare.

Instead, I nod and wait for Efram and Tommy to voice their affirmatives for second, third watch. They say nothing, so I gesture about wildly for a moment before finding my way to coherent language, say, I’ll keep watch after you, if you’d like, but I’m going to be rather useless in the event that anything out of the ordinary occurs considering the fact that I can’t stand up to take a piss by myself as it is.

[actions in maint]

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 25, 2024 7:56:22 GMT -5

head high }} queen's huntsmen. day 1. Oct 18, 2019 2:34:43 GMT -5

Quote

Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2019 2:34:43 GMT -5

I keep moving, feeling some cuts on my leg as I run, but I know I have to escape the fighting. I have Kurt on my arm, trying to get him out, his foot is broken, and he is hobbling the best he can. It still doesn’t alleviate the hits he’s taking. We finally break out of the meadow, following Bell into the line of trees that surround the Cornucopia, swaying in the wind as it becomes more and more empty. Once the swaying Cornucopia is out of view, and Bell deems is safe enough, we stop, finally alone from those trying to kill us. I start to move out from under Kurt when he screams that his foot is broken. I put my body back under him, supporting him the best I can while trying to take care of my own wounds.

"Sorry man, I can hold you." I put my weight back from under him, I try to move my left arm but it starts shooting pain throughout my body. That’s when I come to the realization,

"Fuck I think my arm is broken to, shit."

My arm is shooting up pains as I prop us up against a tree, and I can’t help but laugh at our predicament. I figure that my life is pretty much over, there’s no way that a broken arm is going to heal in time for me to be effective in combat, in anything really. I’m considering myself luck that it’s not my dominant hand, so at least I can still swing a sword and an ax around. I’m trying to not let my pain get the best of my when I notice Bell’s mouth moving, though I can’t hear what she’s saying. I just see her motion her hand across her throat and figure she must be talking about other tributes. I know we all don’t trust each other but it’s too early to kill ourselves. Kurt talks about taking the second watch and not being able to stand up to piss and that’s when I really laugh.

"Sorry I know it’s not an appropriate time, but I just never thought I would hear that sentence in my life. I can take any watch though it might be best if I go either second before Kurt or third watch after him, someone has to make sure he can stand up to piss." I chuckle at that last part. I hope he realizes that I’m not laughing at his pain but at the situation. I shake my head to get rid of my giggles as I start to take in our surroundings for the first time in detail. I see trees all around us, each of them big enough and tall enough to kill us if they ever decide to come down. I shudder at the thought of being crushed, it doesn’t seem like a pleasant way to go. Granted, dying in the Games is not a pleasant way to go to begin with. At least it seems like we’re alone, not another soul in eyesight to come chasing after us. But who knows what mutts are hiding in with the faces of the trees, which are really fucking depressing. I don’t need to see crying people when during my last few days.

I look over to Efram and nod my head towards him. "You cool with taking the last watch Efram?"

[Actions to come in maintenance]

Last Edit: Oct 18, 2019 3:20:03 GMT -5 by Deleted

ghosty
Mentor

2,134 POSTS
Pronouns: he/him
last seen Dec 5, 2022 12:52:02 GMT -5

head high }} queen's huntsmen. day 1. Oct 18, 2019 17:09:28 GMT -5

Quote

Post by ghosty on Oct 18, 2019 17:09:28 GMT -5

efram.

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Making sure to keep Bell in his sight at all times. Efram, he wasn't one made for fighting. That was Bell's job, and Ripred knows he'd rely on her for that. He remembered seeing her fight, before they ran out together. She was something else, compared to what he expected. Heard tales that Fours were lethal and raring to fight.

They didn't lie. Not an ounce of it.

Adrenaline fades as he follows her intently. Efram counts himself lucky, bruises lightly scattered around his arms and chest. As the forest surrounds him, he slows to a stop with everyone else to catch his breath. Bell and himself almost looked like perfect specimens, compared to Kirk, to Tommy. Foot hanging limb, arm held gingerly. They must have made a beeline for the pair of them, like sheep ravaged by a wolf. Momma told him once that wolves lived beyond their farm. Probably to stop him straying too far. And, in this forest, that wouldn't have surprised him.

"Both of y'all-" as he gestured towards Kirk and Tommy. "Ya want a hand to stop it hurtin' so bad?" He winced with the smile he pulled, bruises pulling tight as he breathed in.

"Last watch, sounds good to me."

[ actions in maint ]
[ ghosty note: will write more tomorrow before anthem ]