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evening blues (FFG) Jul 17, 2020 23:03:23 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Jul 17, 2020 23:03:23 GMT -5

a r a b e l l a .

The sword she had thrusted had pierced the beasts heart. Its cry of agony, or rage, quickly ending until there was silence as its body crashed to the ground. Arabella had stared for a moment, the creatures blood dripping down down her blades, sticky as it coated her hands. She would always remember how warm it felt, quickly chilling as she and Meredith and Lysander ran- well, scrambled- away from the fight, putting as much distance between themselves and Kahinta and Oberon. "Come on, just a little further," she mumbles, as she pulls the careers arm around her shoulder, trying to take more of her weight.

Getting a safe distance away Arabella tosses her bag to the ground and turns to Meredith, again tearing through her cloak she rips off a large piece of fabric. "I have to wrap this around the end... Slow the bleeding." She tries no to think to much about the blood, or how she can see the end of her bone poke through the bleeding stump. Tendons and muscles and veins all exposed. Swallowing she kneels down, carefully wrapping the stump before her eyes travel to Lysander

"How you holding up?" she asks gently, finishing off Mer's wrap she moves to crouch before the girl from Five. "Is there anything I can get you?" She tries not to think about the screams of agony that had escaped both girls lips earlier. She tries not to think about the blood, the limbs that scatter the earth around Daemons crumpled body. She tries to forget the acidic taste of vomit that still lingered on her tongue.

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evening blues (FFG) Jul 17, 2020 23:19:07 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Jul 17, 2020 23:19:07 GMT -5

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's only me, and I walk alone

The blood has mostly subsided but the pain had not.

It still radiated throughout her arm, but had retreated from covering her whole body. She couldn't bring herself to look at it. Then she would have to acknowledge the fact that it was actually no longer there. Even while keeping her eyes off it, she knew Arabella had tied it off well since there wasn't a trail of blood behind her.

Their only whole ally led them off to a safe distance. They had managed to escape, but not without severe injuries. Lysander threw herself onto the ground and tossed her bag to the side. With half closed eyes she turned her head to the left and look down at what used to be her arm. She gasped quietly as she took in the half of limb that remained. Tears began to well in her eyes when the distinct beeping of a parachute echoed around them. It fell in her lap gently. She was not sure who in their right mind would sponsor an alcoholic, but she was thankful for whoever did. The package contained a silver arm. It didn't look as it functioned, but at least the wound would be protected. She whispered a thank you as she rotated the arm, the metal glittering in the sunlight.

"Want to help me out? I sewed your ear back on, the least you can do is help me put this thing on."

And with few words, Meredith crawled over to her and helped her place the fake arm where her real one used to me. She was gentle, and made sure the cloth covered the open wound for padding. Lysander lifted her arm, staring in awe and the craftsmanship. For something made of metal it was surprisingly light.

"Want to do my leg?"

Meredith didn't have to ask her twice. Without hesitating she helped the girl place her new leg on as well. At least now she would be able to move around slightly, even if it was with a limp. Meredith had not been the same since Cyro's death. She didn't sleep, she didn't eat. It was as if a part of her died too. She stood up and started hobbling off in the other direction.

"I have an idea."

Without asking what or where, Lysander got up and followed.

She was lost, but maybe they could help find her.

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evening blues (FFG) Jul 17, 2020 23:33:59 GMT -5

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Post by cass on Jul 17, 2020 23:33:59 GMT -5

m e r e d i t h .

Pick up all the pieces of the life you left behind
Have you ever lived on borrowing time
Knowing your mistakes are chasing you down from behind

She stared, watching as the figures of the other tributes disappeared from view. The mutt lay dead on the ground after Arabella had stabbed it in the heart. She was dying, she knew that. Her one good hand dropped the next knife she had picked up, fingers scrambling in her bag for the water she had. As she went to drink it the urn slipped, shattering on the dirt floor, the water seeping into the trap-filled soil.

Oh. That was too bad. She ignored the burn in her throat.

She worked around the vambrace on her shattered arm, pulling it free before tossing it away. The one on her other arm was tugged free by her teeth and she spat it out, mouth dry. She had no energy, dark circles beneath her eyes told the story of her sleepless nights. Her stomach complained loudly, but she felt too sick to even think of eating. There was no point, her chest was broken, she doubted she’d even be able to swallow.

Blood seeped down her back and she stared at the place her leg had belonged, the useless limb lying back at the scene of the fight. Anabelle was sitting behind her, humming gently as she played with Meredith’s hair. It felt like the gentle touch of a cool breeze and the warmth of the sun, it eased her pain and she didn’t respond as Arabella began talking.

Everything she had wanted had been achieved today, and all she had to do was find Will tomorrow. She knew what she had to ask him, and she felt a little less scared of it all coming to an end. Regardless of how much she was suffering right now, she felt hopeful that she’d get the ending of her choice. It was more than anything she could have excepted had she been back in district two.

The gentle beep beep beep of a sponsorship parachute caught her attention, she turned her head to Anabelle, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as it landed on the ground beside her. “That’s for you, it seems,” she said, fingers pausing for a moment before she returned to Meredith’s hair. She grunted, broken arm resting on her lap as she reached for the package. After a few seconds of trying to open it, she gave up with a frustrated sigh, looking to Lysander.

"Want to help me out? I sewed your ear back on, the least you can do is help me put this thing on."

A few minutes later and she found herself fumbling over the parachute item Lysander had received, struggling to attach it to her ally’s arm. Why hadn’t she asked Arabella to do this? The other girl had two functioning hands.

"Want to do my leg?" She asked and Lysander repaid the favour by attaching the peg leg to her raw flesh and Meredith bit back a scream as it bit into her bleeding stump. The material Arabella had placed over the skin was only minimal protection. She leaned forwards, throwing up as the pain overwhelmed her, bile spilling past her lips as she let out a cry and gag of agony.

Anabelle stopped playing with her hair, standing up in one swift movement, Meredith watched her go, hesitating for a second before painfully climbing to her own feet. Her friend pointed to the knives at her belt, “let’s have some fun,” she said with a playful grin.

She glanced back at Arabella and Lysander, beckoning them to follow her, “I have an idea.”