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quadrilemma | wnn day 3 Jun 30, 2020 15:57:43 GMT -5

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Post by pup on Jun 30, 2020 15:57:43 GMT -5

Slumping against a tree, I place a hand where the deer used it's antlers to gouge out a piece of my stomach. Pulling it away, it's wet with blood that stains my snow-white uniform. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath, but I'm not even the worst off out of my reunited allies.

Grabbing the bandages out of my bag, I start to wrap it around my wounds. They quickly begin to stain, but they'll hold back the tide for now.

Looking back up at them, it's not the reunion I had envisioned. I wasn't holding Jade's still beating heart and crushing it in front of her eyes like she did to me for one thing. My face contorts with discomfort as I shift, trying to find a position that will cease my pain, but it seems useless.

I wonder what they must be thinking. I died. I remember dying. Jade left me when I called out for her, but she didn't come. I got sent to hell. I'm back.

Again, I can't help but question whether this was the design of the gamemakers, if they've figured out the secret to eternal life. Collapsed against the ground, I want nothing more than to just fall back asleep, but the octet of miniature snakes watching me from afar reminds me that I'm not safe, I'm not in bed where I could hide under my covers from the monsters that plagued my house.

Moving my gaze from my allies to the poor deer beneath me, I stare into the eyes of my father. I don't know who the faces on the other deer were, but I don't think that my allies had as easy of a time killing those faces than I did with this one. Did the gamemakers somehow think that I love this man. He cursed me to a life of stares, a life where I couldn't even work in the factories that my district dictated I would need to work in.

If I hadn't come here, I would have been stuck with him forever. But with his death here, I know that I'll never see him again. My rebirth was a blessing from the gamemakers. They made me stronger.

There's silence among my allies as I shift my stare back up to them. It was as if they had just seen a ghost, which, to be fair, they have.

"Thanks for the warm reception," I say, wincing as I shift my weight again.

Putting my hand up as if I was humbly accepting an award, I continue, "No no your joyous applause isn't needed, thank you. It's not like I'm immortal or anything, well maybe I am, but you never actually know do you."

Then I break out into a grin and chuckle a little, "Thought you left me for dead, huh. Don't worry, you can't get rid of me that easy."

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quadrilemma | wnn day 3 Jun 30, 2020 19:35:28 GMT -5

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We'd defeated the mutts. All four of them- dead- one of them at the other end of my weapon. That was the second living being I'd killed in this arena. The creatures' sounds of despair made me feel a little bit of guilt for harming them at first, but to be fair, they'd hit us first, and if they weren't killed, we would've been killed instead.

If we died, would we have come back like Zenia did? Were these mutts going to come back in the night and kill us in our sleep? Was Kestrel even actually dead? I knew she was real- I wasn't that type of crazy like Jade was- but seeing Zenia made me think that, despite the fact that I'd taken Kestrel's life, she might come back anyway.

The four of us, after the fight, were all pretty beat up, but we were still alive. That was a good thing, right? We didn't lose anyone. Not like in the bloodbath.

The rage that Zenia showed toward Jade bothered me. I knew I couldn't leave those two alone together. I was sure Zenia was angry about being abandoned, but if that were the case, why was she only mad at Jade? Dom and I had run away much before she did. It made me wonder- was Jade angry, too, or did she feel guilty? Did she feel some other way entirely? I suppose there was no way of knowing unless I asked her, but I wasn't ready to have that sort of conversation with her right now.

Zenia was bandaging herself up before she spoke to us. I was stitching one of my wounds when she decided on what she apparently felt was appropriate to say.

"Thanks for the warm reception," She says.

Then comes the sarcastic remark.

"No no your joyous applause isn't needed, thank you. It's not like I'm immortal or anything, well maybe I am, but you never actually know do you."

A chuckle and a grin follow. "Thought you left me for dead, huh. Don't worry, you can't get rid of me that easy."

"I don't think anyone sitting here right now was trying to get rid of you," I retorted. "None of us were happy when you died, whether or not you believe me."

I stopped speaking for a moment and finished stitching my wound.

"Who killed you before you came back to us, anyway? Just so I know and can throat punch them later, ya know," I inquired.

As I waited for Zenia's response, I started a fire with some firewood I'd found and some flint that I had in my bag. I started to cook the meat from the deer mutt I'd killed and boiled my water jug.

"Anyone else need their water boiled?"

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quadrilemma | wnn day 3 Jun 30, 2020 21:57:07 GMT -5

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The lack of water hadn't really affected him before, but now his head was heavy as he lowered himself down to the ground. Each time he blinked, his father appeared behind his eyelids, screaming as his skull separated into two. Dominic would think himself crazy, but the way his stomach knotted itself reminded him that this was not insanity. This was guilt.

Pisces and Zenia were having a barbed exchange - he couldn't process what was actually being said, but their tones revealed as much. Dominic wanted to stand up, tear apart the fog of tension that had suddenly settled over the four of them, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. The ground felt nice for now.

The first word he comprehended was water. The savory aroma of the burning wood mixed with the meat from the deer further coaxed him into a kneeling position, staring ahead.

"Yeah, I'm really thirsty," Dominic said, clearing his throat. He reached for his backpack and tugged the zipper down, only to see a familiar pink sheen reflected on the fabric. He furrowed his brows and reached in, pulling the fish out with both hands. "I thought you died," he said, staring into its lifeless eyes. He curled his fingers around the plushie for a moment, before taking it in one hand and chucking it across the field. There was a soft sound as it fell.

Head still pounding, he managed to retrieve the full urn from the backpack and hand it off to Pisces. "Thanks, love," he mumbled, pulling his knees to his chest despite the ache. The cold feeling spreading on his knees reminded him he was still bleeding.

Dominic then turned to regard the girls, who he wasn't entirely convinced would behave themselves at the moment. "Jade, you can have one of the deer. I'm not particularly attached to them anyway."

The one thing fostering his attachment had already been destroyed.

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quadrilemma | wnn day 3 Jun 30, 2020 23:09:18 GMT -5

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Post by D1f Jade Morin - Alyssaimagine on Jun 30, 2020 23:09:18 GMT -5

J A D E .

"i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes to dash against darkness"

Once the battle was over, relief flooded over Jade. For a little while there, she had been positive the mutt had bested her, and she'd been more than a little afraid her allies would leave her behind due to Zenia's arrival. It wasn't because she believed a word Zenia had said, rather she was afraid that they would. While Jade felt guilt over Zenia's death, it wasn't because she had purposefully left the girl behind, because she hadn't. It had been Jade's intention to help her ally out, and she had struggled with seeing her die. That much was the truth, and one she didn't allow herself to think about all that often. Instead, she had focused all of her time on trying her hardest to believe the girl hadn't even existed, and now here she stood, dressed in a white like some archangel to extract justice, which Jade felt was unfair. Certainly, the girl should be more mad at the alliance that had ganged up on her?

Of course not. Logic had apparently eluded the girl, and she was suddenly reminded of her annoying sister Ruby. Ruby, who was pampered by her mother. Ruby, who was the only child who received any love in that loveless household. She turned around in order to glare at her returned ally, when she noticed that everyone had left. After killing the beasts, no one had stuck around, save for gathering what needed. She groaned, finding it unfortunate that her glare had lost its target. Jade shook her head, and sighed. She didn't know why she was wasting so much time thinking about Zenia anyway, even to the point of comparing her to the spoiled sister. She didn't deserve it, now did she? Wasn't Zenia just a mutt?

It was logical to Jade. She had watched many reruns of the Games growing up, and she had seen former tributes used before in order to attack the living, current tributes and with it being a Quell, she didn't find the idea so far fetched. It was just unfortunate the rest of her allies seemed to buy her story, because now she was stuck playing nice with a mutt, which was rather unpleasant to say the least. While she would take no pleasure in killing her ally look-alike, she would much prefer at least abandoning her. Then she could do exactly what the Zenia Mutt accused her of! She kicked the ground at her feet, and that's when the adrenaline was gone and the pain shot through her body with sudden force.

Jade doubled over in pain, before realizing her mistake. Most of the pain came from her back, so bending over was the least smart thing to do. She groaned, and forced herself to breathe in and out. She couldn't let the pain control her, and while she'd never been injured this badly before, she'd still had plenty of practice with pain management. Even so, she was badly injured, and in the corner of her eyes there was a filmy haze. It was getting harder to see, and she was beginning to feel sleepy. While no expert, Jade realized this wasn't a good sign and it was something that needed to be taken care of. Quickly.

For a moment, her thoughts went to the dragon plushie. She wanted so desperately to hold it, and to hug it, but she couldn't bend over to look. Besides, hadn't it fled? She had hoped the other version of Fae was still in her satchel, but that would have to wait, because she had more pressing concerns. She grabbed hold of her satchel in one hand, the sword in the other, and made her way toward her alliance. Thankfully, due to them cooking up some meat, Jade wouldn't have to search too hard. She just had to follow the scent. Her stomach should have rumbled: she had been hungry before this. However, she couldn't feel hunger. Not with this intense pain. She did, however, feel very thirsty. Her mouth was dry and felt like it was filled with sandpaper. That was bad with how her injuries were.

As soon as she found her allies, she slumped down to the ground. Her feet weren't steady, her vision blurry, and she was struggling to fight back the constant need to sleep. Jade was well aware that sleep was the last thing she could give into at the moment. Face filled with determination, she looked over at Pisces. He appeared to be the least emotional of the group currently - and she certainly wasn't going to even look at the Zenia mutt. With the worst of her wounds being on her back, Jade was aware that she'd need help.

"Pisces, can you help me?" Jade asked, her voice serious, but softer than she would have liked had she been thinking normally. "A cape, use it to wrap...up. Wound on my back. I can't get it myself." With that, she buried her hand in her clothes, putting as much pressure on it as she could manage. She would wrap the hand up after they got this going. Her eyes found the fire. "May need to...cauterize it with a dagger." It would be painful, but she was prepared. As prepared as one could be for intense pain, anyway.

If it ensured that she could live, it was worth it, wasn't it?

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quadrilemma | wnn day 3 Jul 1, 2020 17:18:41 GMT -5

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Post by pup on Jul 1, 2020 17:18:41 GMT -5

I-

"I don't think anyone sitting here right now was trying to get rid of you. None of us were happy when you died, whether or not you believe me." Pisces forcefully says to me in response to my joking.

Holding up my hands in front of me peacefully I mutter quietly, "Bruhv, chill it was just a joke. I did die and went to hell, cut me a little slack."

They don't understand. They're not going to understand until they die too, until they're stuck and encased in a little hole in the wall, unable to breath from the mixture of fear and confusion. Facing those scared deer was nothing compared to the burning feeling of the snake's venom coursing through my veins. My throat constricting as I cried into the darkness.

"Helle killed me," I said to Pisces, but he didn't seem to care. He began to babble on about water, something I haven't had yet. It would have finally washed the taste of that terrible alcohol out of my mouth, but I refuse to ask for a drop of water from these people. For all I know, I'm still in purgatory, watching my allies kill me again and again in different ways. I won't be tempted to ask for a sip.

Pisces was starting a fire, Dom was staring into the eyes of a stuffed fish, and Jade was tearing a piece of her cloak off to treat her wounds, refusing to look at me. It was as if I was a plague, a disease. My life has been bastardized and corrupted, made into a joke for viewers at home, and they can't bear to be a part of it.

"Are none of you really surprised that I'm, you-know, not being buried in some shitty part of District Three? Have dead people just been popping up and walking about or something?"

Gesturing my head at Dom, I speak, "You're staring at a fish as if it's Pisces' ass," turning to Pisces I continue, "You somehow got into throat punching now which I doubt would happen," Then, I turn to look at Jade, who wouldn't catch the spark of annoyance in my eye while she refused to look into them. "and Ms. Muscles-Strategy over here won't look at me and was babbling about me being a mutt or something which, by the way" I raise my right arm and dramatically pinch a piece of it using my left hand, "I really doubt I am."

I'm trying to keep my joking attitude, but with each word I say I realize that my humor is increasingly nearing the truth.

I stare at Jade, my eyes boring into her skull as her's are directed away from me, and with each second that passes I feel my anger rising towards this girl. This girl, she was born into luxury. Everything was handed to her and she was told that one day she would be victor with fabulous riches and wealth. Dominic too. They spent their lives training to kill other people. They don't know what it's like to live in fear. They will never be able to imagine my father's hands cracking the bones in my hand, my mother's forceful words hitting my hungered form, and their slaps forcefully displaying their affection all over my face.

My blood boils as if the snake's venom was back inside me. They don't care about other people. They don't care about me. Jade's dehumanization of me is indicative of what's to come.

Taking a deep, shaky, breath, I stare up at them, my allies. They were supposed to be my friends. I told myself getting into this that I wouldn't get attached to anyone, but I had broken my own rules. With each passing second I could feel the knife lodged deep in my back twisting further into my spine, nearing my heart.

I had trusted Helle, the girl who offered me desert and she sent me to Hell.

I had trusted Jade, the girl who I had thought had promised to keep me alive, and she left me for dead.

I even trusted Meredith, the girl who's dancing brought light to my misery, and Arabella, the girl who's swordsmanship lacked any semblance of fighting yet she taught me anyways, but I know that they would betray me in as fast as Jade's mind could crack.

I had trusted Dominic, who's sitting there, mumbling about thirst, uncaring about anything besides the fish in his lap.

I had trusted Pisces, who's words stung me harsher than anyone else. Whether you believe me or not. He doesn't trust me either, as he shouldn't.

No one can trust each other, and I'm learning that now too late. I'll never know what they've been through, but they haven't felt the flames of hell at their feet as they've run through a dark passage filled with noises convincing you that your next few moments are your last.

"How am I somehow the least crazed person here?"