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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 18:34:56 GMT -5

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Post by D1f Jade Morin - Alyssaimagine on May 11, 2020 18:34:56 GMT -5

( Paks / d5f / attack )

The moment she'd been captured by the Peacekeepers, she knew it was her death sentence. They weren't about to let her live, not after trying to join up to be a rebel. The knowledge that she would die was just further cemented when she was Reaped for the 3rd Hunger Games. Weak, tortured, and with no history of fighting it would be surprising if someone like her would make it out alive. Besides, she wasn't planning on killing innocent kids and would hardly start a fight unless it was to protect someone. Paks figured it wasn't a bad way to end her life: doing her best to protect another.

Even though Paks had been prepared to die, nothing could prepare her for what happened. It was so quick, and Paks had no time to react to the situation. She'd been focused on the girl who had attacked Alexei, and had lost focus of the rest of the arena. While that didn't prove fatal - yet, it would prove to be a really dumb move. The voice of the boy- a killer's voice - made her go cold. She'd never fought a real fight, especially not against someone who killed so easily. It made her uneasy, her grip loosened and before she knew what happened her left hand was gone.

Pain blurred her vision, and she fought the urge to scream. It's what they all wanted and she could hear the cheers in the background...or was that her blood rushing in her ears? It was all so loud. Gritting her teeth, she glanced at her fake armor set hoping to find some cloth to tear off and wrap around her new stump. She may have lost her hand, but she couldn't afford to lose her wits. If she did, well she'd be no use to the girl she was trying to protect. She tore off a part of the Cape- what a stupid thing to have on in a fight to their death - and wrapped it as tightly as she could manage with just a single hand. It was the only thing she could do for the moment.

"We shouldn't be fighting each other," Paks said, glaring at the boy who took her hand. "We should refuse to fight each other, then these games would end. Without entertainment, they would serve no use."

If she were honest, she'd rather they all took up arms and tried to break out of here. They were so many and they were armed. Besides, even if they were killed trying they could down as Matyrs. The Capitol wouldn't get what they wanted, not like that. Unfortunately, without a hand, who would listen to her? The rest would see her as weak, not a leader and no speech would be enough to move this crowd of children into fighting against the Capitol with their last breaths. Most were terrified and wanted to go home. Not everyone was as prepared to die as Paks was.

Before she could make any further decisions, another burst of pain and so much red. By now, all she could smell was iron and her head was getting fuzzy. It was getting harder to concentrate and she heard the metal fall to the ground before she realized wbat she was missing: her other hand. Instinctively, she curled her hand into a fist....well, she would have, if she had a hand. In her mind, she did and she felt her fingers even if they were no longer attached to her body. Now that her focus had been on the boy, the girl attacked. She barely even noticed Alexei joining in the fray, which was the very thing she was trying to prevent. Nothing was going according to plan.

Well, Paks wasn't going to give up. She expected that everyone wanted her to scream, to beg for her life, and to curl into a ball and give up. Paks wasn't like that, however, and she wouldn't easily break in this arena. She tried her best to concentrate, to see despite her vision bring blurry.

"We should be fighting them," Paks said, lifting her bloody stump and pointing at the people watching. "Not each other."

It was a mere repeat of what she'd said earlier, but she was beginning to lose it and had forgotten she'd spoken before. Her head was swimming, and she knew that she wouldn't be much longer. Still, she wouldn't go down without doing anything. She still had legs! She wasn't completely useless. Having come to a decision, she ran forward with all her strength, hoping to tackle the other girl.

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 19:42:28 GMT -5

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Post by sidney on May 11, 2020 19:42:28 GMT -5

May 10, 2020 22:53:27 GMT -5 sidney said:

jasen hargrove / 5th post - 4th attack / 1121

JASEN

We shouldn't be fighting each other.

"Now that's where you're wrong, little bird." He all but snarls at the girl who says no, not us — fight them. But what she fails to realize is Jasen is them. Once upon a time he donned that pale white uniform. He held that long black baton at his waist. He hunted rebels down and sought justice for the havoc they brought to life.

He's in here because of them, because of rebels; not because of some crowd who, by all accounts, have done nothing but cheer Jasen's name. They're his people now, and he has no intention of rising up against them when they're already eating out of the palm of his hand.

"And to be perfectly honest..." he rears his blade back sharply, blood spraying in an arc and landing in little droplets across the sand, more ready than ever to deal one final blow to the incessant pleading chatter coming from the girl. "...you're barking up the wrong tree." He bares his pearly whites and shoots her a wink. "Nice speech, though. Compelling, really. But uh," he looks over each of his shoulders, gesturing out to the cacophony of death that surrounds them, "know your audience."

There's another quick flash of sliver, though, and someone else's blade comes down atop his prey before he can swing. But that's all right; for some reason the lambs thought it wise to line themselves up perfectly in front of the wolf.

Jasen turns to his left, eyes hooded yet burning dark with something akin to bloodlust—to hunger. This is the one the other girl stepped up to protect. Her hands now rest a few inches from his feet.

How well had that worked out for her?

"Guess it's you and me then, sweetheart."

He grins, pivots, then swings with all his might.

( attacks alexei )

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 20:14:52 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on May 11, 2020 20:14:52 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 9:20:01 GMT -5 shrimp said:

[zephyr] kestell | post #3 | 1012

[zephyr] kestell | post #4 | 1177

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You are lucky, you believe. Luckier than most. Throughout the war, and the years afterwards, the nightmares you witnessed were rarely personal. You would hear stories second-hand in the library, as you tucked your homework away to peruse the next book on your list: of professors whose relatives had perished in a firebombing out in Ten, or a riot in Eight; of prestigious museums with spiraling turrets and weathered history, whose communication with the outside world stopped in a rain of bullets; or of students who left class, or their dorm, or the dining hall, and never returned. When the Capitol instituted the Hunger Games, you sat once in your home and once in the square, looking with wide-eyes as four from One perished on an open field; but you watched with compatriots, could go back to a cool living room and a cup of tea turned lukewarm on the coffee table.

There is only one night which compares to today. Even if all paths, all your choices, may lead to oblivion, some will consider this to fortunate indeed.

_\|/_

At first you think you missed again, or hit them with the flat side of your weapon, for there is a thick resistance against your blade before you follow through. But then the blood flows thick, like mulled wine on a cold winter's evening, and your stomach twists and you step back: any other day you would know what to do. You would scream, halt, run up to the other and tie your cape around their wound. It is deep, but they still stand: you must have missed an artery, or they would already have collapsed. You would hold them steady as you called out for help. They might die anyway, but they could also live.

There is no help here, except to end their life quickly or end your own now. And you cannot, will not, commit the latter. The twenty four of you are stuck between an impossible choice and an impossible choice; there is no palliation to be found. Instead, you stand there as they regain their bearings, and responds with near robotic pallor. You can't read this face: the blood streams gently and they just look at you. Judging, you decide.

"You're not wrong, I guess." Of course.
"We don't have an option to otherwise." None whatsoever.

But the words themselves clamp onto your throat. You immediately open your mouth to respond, but find yourself at a loss.

You were always a good debater. You've learned from [Anchorage]'s sermons and [Babel]'s musings and hypotheses that [Xenotype] uttered while you separated Neue from New and NA1500/H12/AX from HA1500/H12/B1. You've learned from the seminars your mother ran while you sat in the corner and finished your math homework, and from the stories your father drafted, and drafted, and tossed in a wastebasket. But right now, all you want to say is don't patronize me while all you know you should say is I'm so sorry.

Instead, you shake your head.

"What, you want us to make a statement?" The blood on your sword trickles down, splatters on the straps of your sandal. "Lay down our swords, sing a song of good faith? A strike only works if you don't have scabs." You gesture towards the macabre sight.

"The moment that a single sword swung, that chance was gone. This is all that's left." And pointing again, the sword to their frame, you cast away the rest of your pretenses. There are many directions you could have chosen, but you have decided to walk straight through.

"So if peace is what you want, then don't move. I'll make it quick."

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 21:02:17 GMT -5

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Post by fireflyz on May 11, 2020 21:02:17 GMT -5

May 10, 2020 9:12:35 GMT -5 fireflyz said:

[ d6m quin sepulveda | post #2 | no attack ]

[ d6m quin sepulveda | post #3 | he'z peaceful ]

The girl stops twirling her sword, and it's reminiscent of a centrifuge coming to a stop as she sticks it back in the loop of her belt, freeing Quin from the line of fire. He heaves a sigh of relief, but then a young girl comes barreling out of nowhere into the older one's side and earns a swift blow in return. Then the tiny girl, the one that could be Seraphine's age breaks the older girl's arm and then they're slashing swords like everyone else and Quin feels nauseous. He sinks to the ground and stabs his sword into the sand before him, his limbs suddenly turned to jelly and sludge. He couldn't make himself fight any of these tributes, he realized. None of them deserve it.

He sits there for a while, dust flying up around him in cartoonishly large clouds as his peers scuffle. Some kid throws his own severed hand and Quin almost laughs, or maybe it's bile.

He looks up to see another boy, having slain his opponent a while ago, drifting around the coliseum. He grits his teeth as the other tribute veers closer. "Stay back!" he shouts. "If you're lookin' for a fight, you're not getting one!"

[quin addresses henry]

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 21:44:23 GMT -5

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Post by cass on May 11, 2020 21:44:23 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 9:21:15 GMT -5 cass said:

henry hughes | post 5 | no attack

henry hughes | post 6 | no attack

HENRY -

When the preacher and the judge align
A change is coming, it won't be long
We may have burned a bridge too far
We may have run ourselves too far

It’s only been a few minutes since he got off his feet, feeling the weight lift before the girls scrambling up. Henry lets out a loud sigh, hefting himself up with the sword. The excitement of his last fight was already wearing off, leaving behind the residue that seeped into his bones. God he wished he could be doing this in his prime, he glanced away from the little girl just in time to see that beast of a man hack away at another person. Henry had been good, but he didn’t think he had been that good. Well, he hoped that what he lacked in brutal strength, he made up for with his charm.

If he was lucky, he’d get his turn to fight that guy, but for now he’d focus on the little runt before him. She’d turned around as Henry followed after her, yelling at him, telling him to pick on someone your own size. Henry laughed, free hand pressing against his belly as it resonated throughout him.

”Oh sweetie, if we all picked on someone our own size then I’d have to let someone else kill you,” he stopped laughing, narrowing his eyes, “and I want to be the one that does that.”

Henry be damned, it seemed that this wasn’t going to be as easy as he anticipated. As soon as he finished speaking his sword was being smacked as some cowboy high on playing the part of a fool joins in.

For fucks sake.

And he’s there standing between Henry and his prey, telling him to fuck off, telling him to go find someone else. He’s stumped, dumbstruck, and for half a moment he’s expecting a bolt of lightning to come and strike him as he watches the guy then turn around and hack at her.

What.

”Well, I’ve never been the type of guy who jumps in when there’s already a sword stabbing a girl,” if you know what I mean. The guy looks a little crazy, as though he’s trying to decide whether or not he can release his own monster and be like Henry or well be boring like the little girl. In a flurry they’re gone as the girl runs off again and the guy takes chase.

Henry watched them go, and with a shrug, he turned around, it took only moments to spot another person, there’s at least twenty-two of them still alive. There’s a lot of people. But this one is also sitting on the floor, he walked, he was getting bored at this point, it had been too long between attacks and he wanted to kill another person.

The boy yelled at him as he approached and Henry smirked, “have you not seen where you are?” Henry swung the sword around, gesturing to the roaring crowd. “There will be a fight, whether or not you want one. So I’ll ask you once, stand up.” He stepped closer, moving the sword to the boys chin.

”I’m giving you a choice here, die sitting, or die standing.”

- HUGHES.

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 22:08:43 GMT -5

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Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on May 11, 2020 22:08:43 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 10:45:42 GMT -5 thompson harvard - d2b - arc said:

[ d5m september yorgos | post #5 | 1079 ]

[ d5m september yorgos | post #6 | 1065 ]

{ september }

I remember the confusion I felt at first about Appa. I was never sure what to call Appa when referring to them - he was my natural instinct, it was the only thing I could note Appa by. The guilt that I felt for assuming who they were never dies - it still cries in my chest at night that I had been so ignorant and so foolish to this imperative part of Appa’s entire being. The thing that felt even worse to me was that I never knew any better. Growing up I had always seen the typical representation of boy likes girl and girl likes boy. That there were boys and girls. He/Him, She/Her. I always got told that there were boy colors and girl colors. I never knew any better than that because Horses can’t tell us that shit and I never got as close as I did with anyone that we sheltered before Appa came.

Because of my parents’ ignorance to the fluctuating human, I never felt like I connected for some reason. Argos being the stupid fucking idiot he was, so centered around girls at such a young age and the shit he’d always say about them- it sent shivers down my spine every time. I never understood the desire to fall for a man like that. I never understood his desire to be with a girl he had just randomly seen walking past the barn or one of the shelter girls. He was always a fat disgusting prick. I never understood it. I felt different, like my heart had some lock that you needed to dig out a key from Fraud’s layer itself.

But once Appa came, I understood. Not the sex with strangers, but the desire for love. Appa’s place in my world opened up my connection. They were the one to unlock me - open me to the eyes of what love was. I had always heard about it, but I had never formed such a deep relationship and feeling towards love until I met Appa. The moon and sun’s gravity holding us in place and in time, I felt like I was real in this world finally. I felt valid in my emotions. I understood what it felt like to love someone finally, but I never understood how to tell them. Maybe because the best love is the love that doesn’t need to be proclaimed to the world - it’s the one that holds your heart. Our heart.

-

Her mouth opened up like she was ready to fire back like a cannon with it’s ablazed ball to impact. However, nothing came out of it for a second. Maybe the timing wasn’t right, maybe they decided that it wasn’t worth talking. Giving them not only blood - but emotion. Emotion does not drip through blood, it does not bleed gold for happiness or purple for anxiety, our blood was our life. Our voice was the one that spoke color.

Dark red in the angry - (“You’re such an ignorant cunt, Argos!”)
Pastel pink in fantasy - (“September, what color would your dress be?” I remember her asking, staring at me and doing a light twirl in her favorite dinner dress. She was only nine at the time. ”I think it’d be a pink, wouldn’t that be pretty?”)
Navy blue in the truth- (“You’re right, Octavia.”))

Our voices spoke colors and our tone dedicated the shade. Maybe she was just finding her palette.

She shook her head at me as if she were the wise, black-feathered owl to spread wisdom. "What, you want us to make a statement?" Her voice rang solid, voided black of power. Maybe a confident beige lightly dripping onto the canvas that she created for herself. The blood on her sword trickled down like the leaves during fall escaping the cold, deadly winter. "Lay down our swords, sing a song of good faith? A strike only works if you don't have scabs." She gestured to the battle surrounding us, the audience at top staring down at us like they’d cannibalize us just as quickly as we did each other. "The moment that a single sword swung, that chance was gone. This is all that's left." Her sword raised and pointed at my frame like a witch casting her spell. "So if peace is what you want, then don't move. I'll make it quick." She was the fate of death - or trying to be as she missed.

How poetic.

”Not exactly.” My voice replied in my cautious tone. Weary. ”Just interesting.” I was busy trying to catch my breath with each single second that passed, making sure that I was in fact breathing, my candle flickering still but slowly losing the flame. ”The fact that war is what brought us here.” I give a slight point of my sword towards the rest of our competitors. ”Yet we still continue to do it and feed their flame.” My words probably made little impact on the girl - I wasn’t much of a poet myself - but I held my words. ”We’re all cowards, no matter how we participate here, with swords down or swords up.” My sword was up.

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 22:25:10 GMT -5

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Post by fireflyz on May 11, 2020 22:25:10 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 21:02:17 GMT -5 fireflyz said:

[ d6m quin sepulveda | post #3 | he'z peaceful ]

[ d6m quin sepulveda | post #4 | bloop ]

"Have you not seen where you are?"

He tilts his chin back, wondering if his head will magically separate from his neck like the first girl to die on this field. He laughs a bit, but aborts it with a cough. "Can't see much over that sword, buddy," Quin remarks, pulling his own out of the ground. "I've got one too, but I don't particularly care to use it."

He then tosses his sword to the side out of reach, wondering if he'll regret it later.

"There will be a fight, whether or not you want one." Quin bites back a retort of how fast he can run, but quickly realizes that running probably wouldn't have the valiant effect he was going for. "I'll ask you once. Stand up."

"As you wish," Quin breathes, placing his hands on his knees and willing the entire weight of him to come off the ground. He allows himself to take in the sight of the other tribute, probably someone he would've befriended back home.

"If you really wanted to give me a choice, you'd let me be and I'd choose to be someone else's victim," he said, crossing his arms. "But you're here anyway."

Then he sticks his arms out and shoves the other boy as hard as he can.

[This instance of a non-attack post without three tribute posts between was approved by Lalia. Please note that only ONE of (Quin/Henry)'s posts will count toward the necessary posts between another tribute's attack posts — you will need posts by two other tribute writers as well. If you are confused about whether or not you are allowed to post an attack, please DM Lalia before posting.]

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 22:57:48 GMT -5

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Post by cass on May 11, 2020 22:57:48 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 21:44:23 GMT -5 cass said:

henry hughes | post 6 | no attack

henry hughes | post 7 | no attack

HENRY -

Black crows circling up above
Crying out, "Do you hear that sound?"
I never thought it'd come to this
Paradise razed to the ground

He’s completely disinterested in his weapon, instead tossing it to the side. Henry watched as it clattered into the dust, the same way Sutton’s had as she’d fallen, dead. He shrugged, the kid was two steps ahead of Sutton, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about a flailing sword as he died.

The boy stood up, saying some shit that makes Henry think he’s a prince or something like that. It sounded regal, not like what he was used to. He was a man used to more toilet talk than anything, there was nothing refined about the group of men he had worked with in the war. You protected yourself with your words, if you said the wrong thing you were punished, a blow to the head for your stupidity, or every meal alone until you died. None of them had desired the end of their lives to be empty, so you kept up with the patter of curse words and bullying of other soldiers. Henry had always been good at it, it came naturally to you when they said your heart was dead.

The boy stepped closer, moving into Henry’s personal space, arms crossed defiantly. It was a miracle the kid was still alive, Henry decided. He had an attitude that shouldn’t be worn by someone who refused to fight. But then again, he could remember a time when he’d fought a prisoner who had tried to use words to disarm him instead of a blade. The guy hadn’t lasted five minutes.

Boring, it would be really fucking boring if he let this kid run off only to be slaughtered by Mr limb lopper over there. No, he wanted to kill this kid.

”Where’s the fun in that?” The sword was by his side now, and he raised a hand poking the boy in the chest with a finger, “beggars-” jab ”- can’t-” jab ”-be-” jab “-picky.”

The boy shoved him.

Henry stumbled a step, sword flailing as he tried to gain his balance. “The fuck,” he spat, the word coming out filled with anger as he caught himself.

”Pretty boy thinks he can fight me, is that it?” He threw his arms out wide, sword remaining tightly in his grasp. “Well come on then, show me what you’ve got,” he said, the devil's grin would have nothing on the one plastered to his face.

”Impress me.” Next time he attacked Henry would cut him.

- HUGHES.

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Post by fireflyz on May 11, 2020 23:22:43 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 22:25:10 GMT -5 fireflyz said:

[ d6m quin sepulveda | post #4 | bloop ]

[ d6m quin | post #5 | and we out ]

Quin had never been one for cruelty, but he'd always loved a good practical joke. There was no real harm in someone tripping on their shoelaces - so long as they were quick enough to catch themselves - and he preferred the kinds of people that were quick to catch his drift anyway. Toying with someone who wasn't used to being wound up was ultimately just breaking them, tangling the strings and tubes in such a way that not even the player could undo the mess they had made. His opponent seemed to think the same - prodding Quin's chest as if it would trigger the lethal reaction he was looking for, roots ripping out of the ground so he could hack away at what fell.

"Where's the fun in that?" There was no fun in killing. There couldn't be. It was more about feeling like you had won over someone who didn't deserve to get the prize. Quin didn't want anything but to go home, and he supposed he was undeserving for that. But this boy wanted a fight, and he would at least give him that. Watching him stumble made Quin tremble with anticipation. "Pretty boy thinks he can fight me, is that it?"

"So nice that you think I'm pretty," he taunted, squaring his fists before him. "I'd say the same for you, but you're not particularly friendly, so that ruins the charm."

"Impress me." Quin swung his fist, aiming to connect it with the boy's disgusting, beautiful jaw.

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The Bloodbath May 11, 2020 23:50:27 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. on May 11, 2020 23:50:27 GMT -5

May 10, 2020 16:23:37 GMT -5 gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. said:

[ 9f ximena wright | post 3 | 5127 ]

[ 9f ximena wright | post 4 | 1027 ]

Once upon a time, you were a little thing, trying to reach for the stars all by yourself. A hooked-grin girl before anyone realized that your smile was designed for malice and selfish intent more than it was designed to warm a heart. Looking back, you can't really be sure why it was that you were reaching out to them, why it was that you thought that was something you wanted.

It certainly isn't where you belong.

When you really stop and think about it for more than a minute, you realize a hard truth: it's hard to tell the difference between types of dust.

In the end, doesn't a fallen bit of star look almost just the same as a crushed skull?

You look at the girl that you've just shoved, and for a second you think about the irony of striking her down with her own sword, but in the end you just look at her up and down and shake your head. "Good luck with your peace," you say, and shove past her, her sword still in your hand.

Vibe check: slick smirk charm has never been your biggest forte, so don't bother trying.

You're a salt of the earth, bottom of the barrel kind of no good girl, nothing of note. Here, in this arena with its bright lights, all the tributes shimmer like little stars. Light catches their hair, or the flick of their swords at the right angle, yet you're not a thing born for places like this. A rat is never star, does not belong here among the scattered lights and the trembling hearts and all this want, all this longing.

A rat standing next to a girl desperate for peace makes a terrible neighbor. So instead, you look around this stupid fucking place that they've shoved you into and drink in the sight of everything going on around you. The tributes refusing to fight, the kid chucking his own hand at another. There's that boy, just there, the one who raised his sword to the crowd to try and get them to cheer—something about him, he intrigues you, makes you want to. You can't put a word on it, but before you can figure out a reason to explain why, you're running away from the girl who dropped her sword and straight towards the boy who raised his own towards the crowd, needing applause to live it would seem.

So you flick your wrist, a simple push hoping for a heavy fall. A girl made of strung up sins, you add another with a smile.

Between one breath and the next, you're bolting at him full speed, the familiar tang of chaos in your chest as you knock all of your weight and momentum into him at full speed.

[ 9f xime attacks 10m jasen, sword ]

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You grin that terribly hooked grin of yours, look him dead in his eyes as you roll away from the ground you've toppled the two of you. "Sorry to interrupt," you say, mouth sharp as your words. "Three on one doesn't seem like much fun though. Aren't I a better face to fight?"

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a haunted house.

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Post by Iphigenia Damask [D8F] on May 11, 2020 23:59:20 GMT -5

May 10, 2020 13:26:39 GMT -5 Iphigenia Damask [D8F] said:

[8F, Iphgenia Damask, 3rd post, no attack]

They seem to have very different ideologies. The girl in front of her did no believe peace was achievable, which was hard to comprehend. But Allah told them to try to understand other's beliefs, and embrace them. Why she did not believe in peace was not the important part, but the fact that she did not. The other girl extends her palm at her and posses a question, "I wouldn't do anything, if that is what you believe I must respect that. Wouldn't peace be achieved if we all tried to see things from each other's perspectives?"

she asks.

Her question is answered with a shove. Iphigenia stumbles to the ground, her ankle twisting. She covers her exposed ankle with the cape she has fashioned into a burka of some sort. "There is always another solution. There is never only one way to solve a puzzle," she explains as she stands back up, feet planted firmly in front of her aggressor, refusing to back away from the conversation regardless of the turn it was taking.

The loud cheering makes her look around, and she realizes a second girl has fallen. Blood is flying everywhere. She spots the boy from her district who is fighting an intimidating blood who has lost a limb already. The crowd seems to really be enjoying the violence, "You think you'll enjoy it when they cheer on your cruelty?" she asks almost absent-mindedly. She turns to look at her again and smiles softly, "They will cheer when you die too, if you die. Those two girls who have passed had dreams too. They deserved mercy." she says, "Are you going to kill me?"she finally asks as she adjusts the home-made hijab over her face.

"Good luck with your peace," the words are not friendly, but Iphigenia still nods at her. The girl has taken her sword, though Iphigenia had never planned on using it in the first place. She cannot be a hypocrite. She stands there, her eyes taking on everything, on everyone and she wishes they would all stop and they could come up with another solution. A fair way which would not leave the Victor maimed and with nightmares. Peace means not having to play by their rules.

[Iphigenia talks to Ximena]

Last Edit: May 12, 2020 0:12:17 GMT -5 by Iphigenia Damask [D8F]: Posted too slow. Missed Ximena's last post.

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Post by D'Arcy Mason d6b [Tyler] on May 12, 2020 0:05:06 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 17:15:10 GMT -5 D'Arcy Mason d6b [Tyler] said:

[D11F Daisy Holliday | Post #5 | 1033]

[D11F Daisy Holliday | Post #6 | 1139]

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Daisy Holliday

6. Wilting Petals

I think I let the cut across my boobs get into my head too much, because my next swing just nicks the girl in her forearm. Shoot. See, this is exactly why I ain't one for thinking too much. Sometimes it's just better to act first and think later; let my body do what it's gotta do without my big ol' brain getting in the way. But man, am I ever pissed about my boobs.

Miss Cutie there starts talkin' again, telling me "I hate you for making me this way! For forcing me to do this... But I hate myself the most, for pushing aside who I am to become a person who would do anything to survive. Maybe it would be better that I didn't." And in my head I'm thinking what the hell is she talking about? Heck, if I was making her do anything I'd make her stop hitting me with stuff. I sure as hell ain't asking her to chop my tits off.

She says something else though, mostly to herself I think. "No. No I want to go home." She sounds more determined when she says this. Shoot, that ain't a good sign. She aims her sword at my stomach and my broken arm is useless to fight her off as the sword sinks into me.

Holy hell does that ever hurt. I don't know if y'all have ever been stabbed in the stomach before but I can tell you it ain't exactly a good time. She pulls her sword out of me and I'm feeling dizzy as a drunk at closing time. This is bad. Real bad. I'm starting to panic a little that I'm about to die unless I kill this girl first.

They should think about calling these games the Killer Games instead of the Hunger Games. I haven't been hungry once since this whole thing started, and I'm definitely not hungry now that my stomach's got a hole in it. Killer Games is better because that's exactly what we're doing to each other.

I bring myself to say something to the girl. "Sorry little lady, I'm just trying to stay alive." Then I steady myself as much as I can and strike at her once again.

Daisy attacks Nadia with her sword.
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RESULT: 1139 -- Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage (Sword)

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Post by cass on May 12, 2020 0:08:18 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 22:57:48 GMT -5 cass said:

henry hughes | post 7 | no attack

henry hughes | post 8 | attack 1171

HENRY -

Sometimes I don't sleep at night
I hear the wind in the moaning trees
I wonder how my child will fare
With wars and bombs and thieves

The fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head to the left, and making his lip split. His teeth clacked together, and a felt a sharp prick in his mouth. Turning his head he spat, blood splattering downwards, a tooth gleaming in the sunlight. It made sense, if you didn’t brush your teeth for three years they tended to become just a bit brittle. His tongue ran over the crack, part of the tooth still embedded in the gum, that wouldn’t do. Reaching into his mouth, his fingers dug into the bleeding flesh, until he tore out the rest of the tooth. He flicked it at the boy’s face.

Well, he didn’t impress.

Nope.

Henry’s dying mother had hit him harder.

”I am charming,” Henry pressed his blood and spit the covered hand to his chest. “I could charm you, I could charm that severed head over there,” no, he was a brute, he was a killer, but he was a charming guy. His mum had always said he had a way with words, he had all that practice. He had practiced on everyone, trying to wrap knots into bows and make legs weak with his smooth words.

”I’m a charming guy.” He finished, he felt indignant, wondering where he had gone wrong here. He paused for a moment, raising a hand in front of the boy's face. “Let’s figure this out together,” he raised a single finger, wagging it in front of his eyes.

”Firstly, I didn’t just attack you, I asked you to stand and die- well like a respectable guy.” He raised another finger, “secondly, I complimented you after you had shoved me.” Henry raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression, waiting for the boy to say something, but he just stared at Henry.

”Okay, okay well, thirdly, I-I uh,” Shit. He had nothing. He drew a blank, he threw his hands into the air with a defeated sigh. “Well” he sputtered, “fine, I’m not charming.” He leaned forwards, yelling the words into his face.

”You happy now?” He growled, he was done, he was so over this. What a waste of his time. An absolute waste, here he is trying to give the guy some dignity, here he is trying to do his Ma proud and this is what he gets. “You got your hit in, and now it’s my turn,” he snapped.

- HUGHES.

[11m Henry attacks 6m Quin -- Sword]
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[This instance of a post without three tribute posts between was approved by Lalia. Please note that only ONE of (Quin/Henry)'s posts will count toward the necessary posts between another tribute's attack posts — you will need posts by two other tribute writers as well. If you are confused about whether or not you are allowed to post an attack, please DM Lalia before posting.]

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Post by k!ah on May 12, 2020 0:50:36 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 18:16:39 GMT -5 k!ah said:

Nadia Ivanov | d6f | post 6 | attack: 1047

Nadia Ivanov | d6f | post 7 | attack: 1136

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n a d i a.

✸ ✸ ✸

"Yeah
You're a soldier now
Fighting in a battle.
"

It was a sickening feeling to feel flesh, organs and other bodily matter mould itself around the tip of a sword. Yes she didn't stop, she pushed harder and the blade sunk deeper, and deeper until she snapped out of it. Shaking herself she wrenched the blade from the others girls stomach. Blood spilled from the gaping hole in her stomach. It rained to the earth, merging with the dirt. The colour in the girls face before Nadia drains and she looks as pale as she sheet. She was losing a lot of blood.

Before coming here Nadia hadn't even housed the thought of causing another person harm. A solution to a problem was never violence. It was so far from her mind that she never once considered it.

But know she had broken a girls arm. With her own bare hands.

She had picked up a weapon. She had purposefully swung it at another with the intention not to just hurt- but to kill.

And that's what she was going, wasn't she? It didn't matter if this girl took her life first. Her actions now would most likely be the demise of the girl standing before her.

"Sorry little lady, I'm just trying to stay alive," is all she hears before her skin is ripped open once again. A glint of metallic metal dancing off sunlight then an unbreakable pain encases my right upper arm. She hisses pain between clenched jaws. Hew own weapon slips through her fingers, her unscathed hands instinctively reaching to support the injured one. Blood seeps between her fingers. she is hit with a wave of dizziness.

She stumbles.

She was dying.

She was watching her source of life slip between her fingers.

But she wasn't ready to die. She didn't want to die. She was only thirteen. She hadn't even lived a quarter of her life. How- what balance in life had she disturbed for karma to bite her so hard?

She was scared. She was so scared. She could barely keep her balance, her vision going blurry.

But she wasn't on the ground yet. She wasn't like the others who had fallen. Her heart was still beating- weak, but alive.

Reaching down, once again she picks up her sword. She holds it with two hands Summoning all the strength that she can muster. A scream erupts from her lips and she launches herself forwards.. I'm just trying to stay alive, the girl before her had said. Yes. So was she.

"To be free once more

Yeah, that's worth fighting for."

[Nadia attack Daisy Holliday with sword]
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Severed Left Arm at Shoulder -- 10 damage

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Last Edit: May 12, 2020 1:11:56 GMT -5 by k!ah

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Post by sidney on May 12, 2020 1:07:27 GMT -5

May 11, 2020 19:42:28 GMT -5 sidney said:

jasen hargrove / 6th post - 5th attack / 1124

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As strong as he may feel, slicing and hacking away, he doesn’t like the way these girls are looking at him. Each of them as strong and as willful as the last, it becomes all too clear as he withdraws his blade from the deep slash he’d just dolled out to the girl before him that he is vastly outnumbered. One more good hit to the one on her high horse and this tentative two-versus-two becomes a dangerous two-versus-one with Jasen receiving the short end of the stick.

“Listen, ladies,” he takes a small step back, raising his free hand, drenched in blood and sweat and dirt, and motions a half-assed surrender, “I can see the tides are turning, and as much as I’d love to stay and watch which one of you loses an arm or a leg next, I’m gonna see myself ou—”

Something, at what feels like the speed of light, slams into his shoulder and knocks him off his feet. He slides across the dirt, coming to halt onto a pool of blood and limbs, half of which he’d cut off and put there himself.

Sorry to interrupt.

She’s all rage and curls, springing back to her feet in the blink of an eye, as if she’d never even fallen right on top of him at all. He almost softens at the sight of her, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side while he examines her. The bloodied sword—his blood, he realizes as he pulls himself to his feet, another deep gash across his arm gushing down to stain the dirt—in her hand is almost as big as she is. It looks unruly in her hand. But the grin on her face tells him she’s ready for more.

Three on one doesn’t seem like much fun though. Aren’t I a better face to fight?

Her spunk, the way she flits about him back and forth, like a beast pacing within a recently opened cage before it strikes, makes his heart stutter. The freckles along her nose make the hair on his neck stand on end. But her voice, soft and stern with more ravenous intent than anyone else he’s come across in this stadium draws him in.

Jasen pays no mind to the girls behind him, and as if bewitched, he takes off after the siren who’d dared to call out to him.

“That face,” he smirks, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes as he raises the point of his sword to her head, “looks like it causes a lot of trouble.” He paces in return, back and forth like her, like a hungry wolf stalking its prey—but prey he wants to play with first. His eyes fall down to the fresh gash she’d just given him in delight. He pushes an index finger through the stream of blood and rubs the viscous contents along the pad of his thumb before looking back to her, teeth bared in excitement.

“Let’s have some fun, yeah?”

( attacks xime )

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[ Severed Right Leg at Hip -- 10 damage ]

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Last Edit: May 12, 2020 1:08:42 GMT -5 by sidney

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