Saints and Sinners (Lethal Quartet vs Suburban Moms)
Mar 7, 2020 16:52:03 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Mar 7, 2020 16:52:03 GMT -5
"Yesterday is in the past
But tomorrow I don't see coming
We have a gift, a new today
But I'm so sick of the present"
~The sky blasted out the three fallen tributes, three unlucky souls who will most likely be forgotten in a few years by the general population. My mind watches the girl dropping like someone dropping a sack of potatoes over and over. I want it to stop, to leave my brain alone, so I could get some sort of rest. Yet, every time I close my eyes, it comes back more vivid than the previous time, and all I could think of was "that could have been me."
The artificial light rises on the horizon before engulfing the arena. Before I could get a word out, something sets of an explosion, followed by a shriek that no human could produce. What the actual fuck was that? My body tenses up as my knuckles turn white around my sword. Whatever the fuck that thing is, it better stay as far away from me as possible because I don't want to know what the hell it was. I jump as my allies move around behind me. Looks like it's going to be one of those days I guess... I grab my already packed backpack, look at the compass around my kneck, and head on out.
Like the Capitol, time in the arena is shady. Hours feel like minutes while minutes feel like hours, and I have no idea what time it is ever. The next thing I know a river stops our trek from moving anymore forwards. I use my sword to poke the surface. I wonder how much water they waste on this, not that I care. Ain't gonna make a difference even if I win and complain about it. No use trying to argue with a group of people who watch children killing each other for fun.
My head whirls to splashing down the river only to find nothing of importance. Huh, must have been my imagination... I'm about to continue playing with the river's surface before three blotched silhouettes appear in the distance. My body crouches down, weapon still in hand. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Please, for the love of ripred, please be my imagination. Or even better, please make them leave. We dealt with stuff yesterday. Let today be our break for once.., However, as usual, life said fuck you, Xavier, and they only came closer.
The blood yeets itself out of my face as soon as I see one of the figures missing a leg. No, it can't be them. We just... they lost... no. Every cell in my body tells me to run away, but I can't. Why did we have to run into them again? Why couldn't this be a nice, casual day where we got to 'relax.' Is it that hard to have a day where we DON'T fight anything? I don't think the gamemakers have any concept of 'chill days' for tributes. I drop my bag and lunge forward. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to be here. Please leave. I don't want to cause any more trouble." As you FUCKING ATTACK THEM YOU DUNCE. Now they're going to shit on you and call you out. You stupid fucking idiot. Now someone else is going to die because of you, good job. I know nothing I'll say will change their minds, so maybe I should have just remained quiet...~
table by kaplan
Title from "Saints and Sinners" by Godsmack
Xavier Xayachack attacks Annemie Yille
U49Gk4|KP5sword
1019 -- Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5 damage +1 for blades
sword