blood among the jewels (Jade v Perdita, Day 9)
Aug 8, 2020 18:06:11 GMT -5
Post by D1f Jade Morin - Alyssaimagine on Aug 8, 2020 18:06:11 GMT -5
Jade found it too difficult to sleep that night. It was just a little above freezing temperature outside, but Jade felt as if she were slowly turning into a human ice statue. She had never been keen with cold weather to begin with, but at least back in District One she had the money to afford plenty of layered clothing in order to fight the cold temperatures. Right now she didn't have that luxury, because she was stuck in an arena who was trying its very best to kill her just as much as the other tributes were. All through the night, she would get up and pace around in a weak attempt to get her blood pumping for some warmth, because lack of sleep was easier to deal with than frostbite and dying of hypothermia, or just being cold. She rubbed her hands on her arms in a vain attempt to warm herself, but nothing was really working.
When the anthem started that night, her teeth were chattering and she had been busy running in place. She glanced up at the faces in the sky, afraid she would see either Dominic or Pisces up there. Even as she hoped to see neither of them there, she realized a part of her did. Jade didn't want to see them dead, of course, but she certainly didn't want to be the one to kill them, either. She was no longer the girl who wanted to throw everything away to volunteer for honor and glory. That girl was gone a long time ago. Now, she knew exactly what the arena was like and she'd realized that the moment she'd been forced to kill Arabella Shirley. Up until then, a part of her had still been attempting to make the situation fine. With each death, she had tried to convince herself that those people simply hadn't existed just so that she didn't have to deal with their deaths.
Jade could no longer hide from the reality of the arena, and now she could only hope her allies died by someone else's hand. She wanted to keep them in her memory as they were the last she'd seen them: ruffling Pisces's hair, their hugs and relief at seeing her alive. She didn't want memories of them holding weapons and trying their very best to kill her in order to survive. She didn't want to have to make any more promises that were nearly impossible to keep. She wanted to preserve what she had of them left. When she made it out alive, she knew that she'd be forced to watch the reruns of her show. She knew that she would be forced to see how they died, and she could only hope with every bit of strength she had left that they weren't recaps of her plunging her sword into them.
That's why she was so filled with a series of mixed emotions when she didn't see either face in the sky that night. She did see Ezra's, the boy wearing white that she had killed that day. The boy who'd been faced to kill others in order to live, just as she had. Once more she found herself wondering who he had been before he'd been shoved into the Games to die for the Capitol's entertainment. When she got out of here alive, she was going to find out. She would find out who everyone was and somehow, someway she was going to ensure that they were remembered for who they were. She wasn't sure of how yet, but it was her personal promise, the only thing she could give all of those who had to die in order for her to live, because there could be no question any longer: she had to live to keep her promise.
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At some point after the anthem, the wind came. It was only just noticeable at night, making everything just a little colder due to wind chill and making her already restless night even more difficult. It persisted throughout the night, and she slowly began to realize this was simply a new torture device created by the Gamemakers. She didn't know why they took such joy in this: dying in some bloody and gruesome way was far more fun for the average Capitol citizen, and she couldn't fathom a tribute's comfort or lack thereof being much a concern or entertainment factor. The only thing that made any sort of sense to her was that the Gamemakers did it purely for their own enjoyment. She assumed they just liked playing God, and knowing that they could control every aspect of their victim's lives as long as they were in their space. It was all for their own personal enjoyment, and that made her sick.
When the sun began to rise and the fog disappear, the earlier ideas were solidified: it was just a new game for the Gamemakers controlling the arena. She clenched her fists, but knew there was nothing more that she could do. Even if she survived all of this, there was no way she could fight the Capitol. She would have to play the good Victor, she would have to play her part for as long as she lived. It was insane to think of building a rebellion against those with so much power and strength. No, there was nothing she could do to vent her anger. It would seethe deep inside her soul, constantly burning, but there would be no way to let it all loose. She wasn't the self destructive sort, especially after making that promise to Arabella. She would be the Victor the Capitol wanted, even if she hated them.
Jade quietly gathered her things and began moving as soon as the sun started to come up. She hadn't slept that night due to the cold weather made worse by the wind chill. She found it was best to keep going, and figured she couldn't be the only one here who was a little sleep deprived. That temperature was hard to get through, and was just above dangerous levels. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable unless the tributes were used to living in cold areas with little to no protection, and Jade certainly wasn't one of those. She'd always had plenty of money and layers, and her District wasn't always covered in the white cold stuff that she so despised. As she was walking in no where in particular, she heard a noise that made her turn in alarm. At first, she saw nothing then she saw it and a small smile crossed her features.
A sponsor gift. She hadn't received one in a long while, and she had chalked it up to her earlier crazy outbursts. She was no longer the Career to root for, and she'd tried not to let that get to her. She waited for the thing to arrive, before grabbing the gifts. She opened them and she found herself grinning into the cameras holding up the new set of robes and fancy stilettos for the audience to see. The shoes weren't to be worn here, unfortunately. She would keep them in her bag as a reminder, but the new robes were very much appreciated. They were blood red, and she figured that they must have heard her earlier comments to Ezra and understood. They had delivered, and now her robes weren't innocent white. They were blood red, and far more fitting for the murder she'd had to become. Plus, it should stand out for the Capitol too. Instead of changing them out, she simply puts the new over the old. It wasn't exactly stylish, and she was well aware of that fact, but it was certainly warmer. Hopefully Sampson would forgive this fashion mishap and understands that the arena was far too cold for her.
Carefully, she places the shoes in her bag, then keeps going, feeling at least a little bit warmer due to the extra layer of robes. When she made it out of here alive, she would really have to thank Sampson for all they'd done for her while in the arena. Earlier, she had figured that she'd lost them a while back. Who could keep rooting for a girl that had so obviously lost her sanity? Now that she'd regained her strength, maybe the Capitol would root for her once more. They were a sick bunch who enjoyed watching kids die, but they could mean life or death to the tributes, so she had to be stay on their side.
In the distance, another form could be seen and the closer she got, the more it appeared human. That wasn't all that surprising, because while she'd lost track of the days and number of tributes alive, she was well aware the finale was creeping closer and the Gamemakers had already split apart alliances. That's when her heart wanted to leap from her chest, and she fought the instinct to turn and run. What if it was Pisces or Dominic standing there? It was sad, but easier to contemplate what had to happen then to actually do it. She knew she could. She'd proven that when she'd met Arabella in the Catacombs, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to murder one of the people she'd protected, kept alive, and helped her out too. Her feet felt frozen in place, and it took her some time to keep moving once more.
Relief washed over her features when she could see the figure more clearly. It was a female, which meant it couldn't be her allies. Zenia was already gone, which while painful, meant she would never run into the girl and be forced to kill her. For today, at least, she would be saved from having to kill one of her companions. With new found strength, she gripped the sword that once belonged to Ezra and walked forward with determination. She would not hesitate. As soon as they were within distance, she struck out. She needed to keep her advantage, and not lose it to her opponent. She needed to be quick.
"Nothing personal," she said, swinging her sword at the same time.
(Jade attacks Perdita with her Falcata)
2f7P1lzBMhsword
(1029 -- Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0(+1) damage)
When the anthem started that night, her teeth were chattering and she had been busy running in place. She glanced up at the faces in the sky, afraid she would see either Dominic or Pisces up there. Even as she hoped to see neither of them there, she realized a part of her did. Jade didn't want to see them dead, of course, but she certainly didn't want to be the one to kill them, either. She was no longer the girl who wanted to throw everything away to volunteer for honor and glory. That girl was gone a long time ago. Now, she knew exactly what the arena was like and she'd realized that the moment she'd been forced to kill Arabella Shirley. Up until then, a part of her had still been attempting to make the situation fine. With each death, she had tried to convince herself that those people simply hadn't existed just so that she didn't have to deal with their deaths.
Jade could no longer hide from the reality of the arena, and now she could only hope her allies died by someone else's hand. She wanted to keep them in her memory as they were the last she'd seen them: ruffling Pisces's hair, their hugs and relief at seeing her alive. She didn't want memories of them holding weapons and trying their very best to kill her in order to survive. She didn't want to have to make any more promises that were nearly impossible to keep. She wanted to preserve what she had of them left. When she made it out alive, she knew that she'd be forced to watch the reruns of her show. She knew that she would be forced to see how they died, and she could only hope with every bit of strength she had left that they weren't recaps of her plunging her sword into them.
That's why she was so filled with a series of mixed emotions when she didn't see either face in the sky that night. She did see Ezra's, the boy wearing white that she had killed that day. The boy who'd been faced to kill others in order to live, just as she had. Once more she found herself wondering who he had been before he'd been shoved into the Games to die for the Capitol's entertainment. When she got out of here alive, she was going to find out. She would find out who everyone was and somehow, someway she was going to ensure that they were remembered for who they were. She wasn't sure of how yet, but it was her personal promise, the only thing she could give all of those who had to die in order for her to live, because there could be no question any longer: she had to live to keep her promise.
--------------------------------------------
At some point after the anthem, the wind came. It was only just noticeable at night, making everything just a little colder due to wind chill and making her already restless night even more difficult. It persisted throughout the night, and she slowly began to realize this was simply a new torture device created by the Gamemakers. She didn't know why they took such joy in this: dying in some bloody and gruesome way was far more fun for the average Capitol citizen, and she couldn't fathom a tribute's comfort or lack thereof being much a concern or entertainment factor. The only thing that made any sort of sense to her was that the Gamemakers did it purely for their own enjoyment. She assumed they just liked playing God, and knowing that they could control every aspect of their victim's lives as long as they were in their space. It was all for their own personal enjoyment, and that made her sick.
When the sun began to rise and the fog disappear, the earlier ideas were solidified: it was just a new game for the Gamemakers controlling the arena. She clenched her fists, but knew there was nothing more that she could do. Even if she survived all of this, there was no way she could fight the Capitol. She would have to play the good Victor, she would have to play her part for as long as she lived. It was insane to think of building a rebellion against those with so much power and strength. No, there was nothing she could do to vent her anger. It would seethe deep inside her soul, constantly burning, but there would be no way to let it all loose. She wasn't the self destructive sort, especially after making that promise to Arabella. She would be the Victor the Capitol wanted, even if she hated them.
Jade quietly gathered her things and began moving as soon as the sun started to come up. She hadn't slept that night due to the cold weather made worse by the wind chill. She found it was best to keep going, and figured she couldn't be the only one here who was a little sleep deprived. That temperature was hard to get through, and was just above dangerous levels. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable unless the tributes were used to living in cold areas with little to no protection, and Jade certainly wasn't one of those. She'd always had plenty of money and layers, and her District wasn't always covered in the white cold stuff that she so despised. As she was walking in no where in particular, she heard a noise that made her turn in alarm. At first, she saw nothing then she saw it and a small smile crossed her features.
A sponsor gift. She hadn't received one in a long while, and she had chalked it up to her earlier crazy outbursts. She was no longer the Career to root for, and she'd tried not to let that get to her. She waited for the thing to arrive, before grabbing the gifts. She opened them and she found herself grinning into the cameras holding up the new set of robes and fancy stilettos for the audience to see. The shoes weren't to be worn here, unfortunately. She would keep them in her bag as a reminder, but the new robes were very much appreciated. They were blood red, and she figured that they must have heard her earlier comments to Ezra and understood. They had delivered, and now her robes weren't innocent white. They were blood red, and far more fitting for the murder she'd had to become. Plus, it should stand out for the Capitol too. Instead of changing them out, she simply puts the new over the old. It wasn't exactly stylish, and she was well aware of that fact, but it was certainly warmer. Hopefully Sampson would forgive this fashion mishap and understands that the arena was far too cold for her.
Carefully, she places the shoes in her bag, then keeps going, feeling at least a little bit warmer due to the extra layer of robes. When she made it out of here alive, she would really have to thank Sampson for all they'd done for her while in the arena. Earlier, she had figured that she'd lost them a while back. Who could keep rooting for a girl that had so obviously lost her sanity? Now that she'd regained her strength, maybe the Capitol would root for her once more. They were a sick bunch who enjoyed watching kids die, but they could mean life or death to the tributes, so she had to be stay on their side.
In the distance, another form could be seen and the closer she got, the more it appeared human. That wasn't all that surprising, because while she'd lost track of the days and number of tributes alive, she was well aware the finale was creeping closer and the Gamemakers had already split apart alliances. That's when her heart wanted to leap from her chest, and she fought the instinct to turn and run. What if it was Pisces or Dominic standing there? It was sad, but easier to contemplate what had to happen then to actually do it. She knew she could. She'd proven that when she'd met Arabella in the Catacombs, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to murder one of the people she'd protected, kept alive, and helped her out too. Her feet felt frozen in place, and it took her some time to keep moving once more.
Relief washed over her features when she could see the figure more clearly. It was a female, which meant it couldn't be her allies. Zenia was already gone, which while painful, meant she would never run into the girl and be forced to kill her. For today, at least, she would be saved from having to kill one of her companions. With new found strength, she gripped the sword that once belonged to Ezra and walked forward with determination. She would not hesitate. As soon as they were within distance, she struck out. She needed to keep her advantage, and not lose it to her opponent. She needed to be quick.
"Nothing personal," she said, swinging her sword at the same time.
(Jade attacks Perdita with her Falcata)
2f7P1lzBMhsword
(1029 -- Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0(+1) damage)
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