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grandma got ran over by a wolf sled — race two! Oct 31, 2020 15:44:32 GMT -5

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Post by sidney on Oct 31, 2020 15:44:32 GMT -5

It was the hushed sound of voices carrying through the trees and the crunching of snow beneath boots that woke her. The night had been long and tougher than the first. Mona had been restless, tossing and turning constantly, trying desperately for what felt like all night to get comfortable whilst her hand throbbed in pain. But when sleep had finally came, it had felt like she blinked and morning arrived.

Only this time they weren't alone.

She rose quickly, sure to grab her sword and knife before she followed the girls toward the top of the hill opposite where they'd made camp. In the distance she saw familiar faces, ones of those they'd fought in the bloodbath, but she remembered the anthem last night at dusk. She remembered the face of the boy from ten and the sadness that filled her chest at the relief she felt. At least she wouldn't have to kill him herself.

"What's going on?" She nudged Vervain lightly in the shoulder once she finally met her stride. Mona looked up at the small crowd, eyed the sleds and the unfamiliar steep incline of this hill—which she didn't remember from yesterday—and it all finally clicked. She squinted as she attempted to read the sign in the distance. No violence, or else. There would be no fighting today, no death.

Instead, there would be a race.

Bending at the knees, Mona lowered herself to eye level with Shadow and scratched behind her ears. "Meet me at the bottom, okay?" There was no answer of course, all Shadow did was tilt her head to the side and lick the inside of Mona's hand before padding off toward Vervain's own wolf, Ghost. "Okay then, ladies. Let's win, yeah?" She smiled back at Charlie and Iris, gave a wink to Vervain, then sat down atop her twinkle light clad sled and pushed off down the hill

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Post by * on Oct 31, 2020 17:25:38 GMT -5

"You're okay?! Tux - she's okay!"

It happened so fast. Finding her and knowing she was still alive was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Her family wouldn't think that I abandoned her when she died. I protected her from seeing me become the monster I was after killing something instead of being the pacifist that I'd like to think I was.

"I was just trying to help. If you don't want my help, just tell me and I'll leave. I didn't want to leave you behind because I didn't want you to die-" My ears were frozen to the touch, hurting a little from the frigid temperatures but I still heard every word she was telling me. Explaining to me. She thought I didn't want her around and it would have hurt her worse if she knew I died without her to help. I gave my rebuttal.

"You would risk seeing me die- by some mutt, than to save yourself like I wanted?" Astounded, I shook my head and reached for her arm, only to touch her coat and then retracted my arms. "Why would you do that?"

It was a simple response that it's what friends do. They never leave their sides and it brought up my relationship with Josiah all those times I did everything for him and I don't ever recall him being able to refuse my help no matter what situation there was he had going on. I escaped in the blackest of night to go to his aid. He came to my house on numerous occasions. I risked my own health to stay bedside to him during the fevers he had or for a family member that he begged me to help.

It was rare to ever need help myself except that one time.

"I'm so used to being the one helping others. I don't receive the help. I've never asked for it before -" I shake my head, breathing heavily. "Sor, I care about you. Okay? The people that I care about, I want them to be separated from the world that hurts them. I don't want you to suffer... friend or not. I'm not worth it. I'm just some district twelve boy who was reaped in someone else's place to save them."

She refused to believe me, even the littlest. My worth to her was enough to risk her life. My presence in her life was vital to her living and in return, it was vital for me as well. Without her at my side, I knew that my motivation to keep going would have left the moment I saw the others at the cornucopia and I would have laid down hoping for someone to end it quickly.

"...Everyone deserves to to have a friend by their side, and I can be that friend for you."

"Sor, I already considered you my friend. Why do you think I didn't want you around to see me kill that thing? I killed something for the first time in my life instead of saving or fixing or healing." I could feel my cheeks warm a little despite the freezing cold air around us but I've not cried in years, not since my first patient died in front of me. "I did the only thing I could and I buried it in the snow or I would have found you sooner. I'm sorry -"

It wasn't my intentions to leave her alone, but now things had been sorted out. In a way, I felt the similarities between us and the need to care for others. If only we hadn't been put here. She would have had a great future as a healer. "You don't have to go through this alone as long as I'm alive."

I felt compelled to hug her, to comfort her and with a quick motion, I did. "and I'll always protect you until I can't anymore. You have my word, Sor."

Wounds had been tended to and Tux joined in to keep the comfort as well as Sorrel's wolf. I made sure that she was warm within arms reach should anything happen and the days events finally pulled me under. The day turned to night and by the morning, there was a snowstorm so heavy that I knew that I'd lose Sorrel if I didn't keep her close enough. My hand was constantly on her elbow just to make sure she didn't go missing. It was easier to see our wolves and Tux constantly kept nudging against my knee the entire time.

Until it suddenly stopped. The icy snow that was so heavy we could barely see was gone in an instant with fresh powder all over the place, sparkling with fresh glitter. "Sor - look!" I nudge her, showing her the bodies that were starting to surface all around us and It was apparent what was going to happen. The sleds that littered the top of this mountain and the slope with the new snow. It was as if Tux knew what was going on and he started bouncing around, wanting to play.

"Okay boy... okay. Want to race me down? We need to get away from everyone. Sor - lets race! Stay close to me, please!" I mounted the sled and with a gentle pull from Tux, I started the quick descent down the slope.

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grandma got ran over by a wolf sled — race two! Oct 31, 2020 17:52:14 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Oct 31, 2020 17:52:14 GMT -5

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It had to be a fucking joke.

Didn't it?

He'd opened his eyes this morning expecting to have Marsh by his side, sandwiched between the boy from five and his two wolves, Amelia slightly off to the left. But when he woke he was not where he had fallen asleep, the sound of hushed voices and he had opened his eyes to the remaining tributes. Quickly grasping for his spear he had shouted to Amelia to "get up off your ass," bumping into Marsh in an attempt to rouse him.

He had not expected there to be a feast so early into the games, but last night, after his conversation with Marsh, he was ready to end this. To make it back home and to become the god he was promised. He was ready to get revenge for his parents. Readying to attack he see's a sign: No violence, or else. Biting his lip his spear is held tightly between his fingers, he wondered if he was prepared to se what the 'or else' might be. The muscles in his arms twitch, eager to spill some blood, but after a moment he lowers his spear, eyes flicking over his shoulder towards his allies.

"This is a joke, right?" As far as he could tell they were required to sled race to the bottom of this hill. Sled race against the children who he had been tossed into the Arena to kill. They were supposed to play a game for the capitols entertainment, as if watching them murder each other suddenly wasn't enough. Or they were needing a commercial break to refill their popcorn and soda's.

Pursing his lips he looks to one of the camera's,"you are a bunch of sick fucks," he repeats "If I have to participate, then I better fucking win," he murmurs to himself, carrying it sled over to the start line. "Oi, Marsh! Amelia, meet you at the bottom." It wasn't until he pushes himself over the edge of the slope that he see's Vervain, his district partner, the girl who had lunged directly at only a few moments into the bloodbath.

Maybe he was willing to see what the 'or else' might mean after all.

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Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Oct 31, 2020 20:33:12 GMT -5

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I wasnt a fan of this weather, but I would live. After all, the warmth of my wolves and Yuki in the area made me feel better. We stayed up for what seemed like a long time, and just talked about home. Yuki lived a weird life, but one that I could at least listen too. It wasnt like there was anything else to do after all.

Besides, I could listen to him for hours.

We shared a moment, and I could not lie, my arm had extended over him and pulled him close. It was weird to say that we were getting close in a place like this, but I wasnt going to question it. After all, there was a high chance that one of us could be dead tomorrow, and even worse, both of us. So if I needed to enjoy what was going on, then I would. I would not let anyone take this moment from us, not even Amelia.

The anthem played and I saw the boy from 10 in the sky. I was a little shocked that no one else was present, which meant that the next day would probably super charged by the game makers. I wonder how many mutts they really do have at their disposal. I pulled Yuki even closer and held on tightly.

I didnt want to let go.

But the morning came, and we had to get up. There was a weird sound coming from the Cornucopia, and of course, we all decided it was our chance to see what was going on. Yuki had nearly punched me in the gut to wake me up, but my abs flexed a little bit in order to compensate for the blow. "Eh, not so rough." I say jokingly. I stand at attention and grab everything that I needed, preping it in my sled before we head off. I dont feel as cold as I once did, and I wonder if that is because of the mittens I had put on the night before.

Whatever it was, I wasnt going to question it. I was good with just following after all.

Yuki had pointed to the sign at the top of the hill, and before I knew it, I felt a little more comfortable. I remember what felt like a century ago, that there was a games that had something just like this. Except that feast had wild careers willing to do whatever it took to kill someone. They failed, and it looks like the capitol learned its lesson, making it very clear that they did not want any death here either.

I wonder how long that will last.

"Youll have to get your bloodlust another day Yuki." I said as I got off my sled. However, before I had even took a moment to breathe, I watched as the wolves had begun to move forward. The walking stick was firm in my hand, and I was already starting to head down the hill before I could even assess what I needed to do. "Guess the wolves have a mind of their own. Ill see you guys down there." I said to Amelia and Yuki before bracing myself for whatever was going to come next.

"And for the love of ripred. Dont die."

And I mean that.

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Post by Lyn𝛿is on Oct 31, 2020 22:28:03 GMT -5

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but don't fear tomorrow
and don't fear the night
it's where God repairs sorrows
that enter your life

You sleep curled up against the bottom of your sled, the wolves huddling around you in a haphazard pile like three thick, furry blankets. It's a bit of a squeeze - the sled had been built for at most two humans to ride in - but as the wind begins to roar above you, neither you nor the wolves could mind cozying up against each other, and before long you drift off nestled amidst their body heat, dreaming of autumn spices and crackling fireplaces, and of warmth that would never fade.

Riordan's mournful and off-key howl as you wake to the dark-haired wolf pawing against your jacket and nudging at your shoulder with his nose. The snow gusts around you in sheets, so thick you can barely see your three companions, but the wolves seem to know where to go anyways, tugging at the sled with their teeth until you fasten them into their harnesses and they lead the way into the blizzard, the sled zigzagging bumpily over the snow until you come to a stop in front of ... the cornucopia, where you immediately spotted your district partner's alliance, decked out with the spoils of the Bloodbath, the duo of boys who'd stayed behind to fight them, the Careers from One, and a handful of others.

A feast. The thought makes something curdle up in your stomach. A feast this early was never a good sign; you knew they most often meant the Gamemakers' dissatisfaction with a lack of bloodshed, and that you were about to see the worst come out of everyone as you fought and killed each other over the supplies in the frozen horn. And the more you thought about Delroy, the more there was a growing curiosity within you, too, about what you'd be capable of when it came down to it.

... which were all thoughts that were quite at odds with the blood painted sign planted in the middle of the hill.

"No violence. Or else."

Hmm.

You examine the sign for a little while, wondering about the Gamemakers' intentions. When no insight comes to you, you hop back into your sled, letting out a loud whoop as you get into a comfortable position to steer the sled from.

"Well, I don't exactly mind a little change of pace, hmm?" you say, picking up speed as you set off sledding down the hill.

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Nov 1, 2020 14:49:49 GMT -5

A steady stream of tears roll down the side of her face as she hugs Masau tighter. Everything about this place is a nightmare, and the cold only makes it worse, yet it's something Sorrel is familiar with, and in the moments all she can do is think about the words Carbon says. "I was just trying to help. If you don't want my help, just tell me and I'll leave. I didn't want to leave you behind because I didn't want you to die, and it would've broken me if you died because I left you to fend for yourself." Her words are muffled, but the sound of a broken heart radiates through along with some anger. All she ever wanted was to help him stay alive because the truth is Sorrel doesn't want to go on without him.

And when he responds, she raises her head slightly trying to take it all in, but nothing is making sense. She thought he was a friend, and all he cares about is keeping her away. Why push away someone that's a friend? Of course it doesn't matter in this place, and maybe it would've been beneficial if he had died because it would bring her one step closer to wearing a crown. And of course she'd stay by his side and help him over and over.

"That's what friends do. They stay by each other's side no matter what." She pauses as he's silent, and for the first time Sorrel lifts her head from Masau and looks Carbon in the eyes. "You didn't have to be so rude about it and scream at me. All I wanted was to help. I didn't know helping was a mistake." Instead of the heat break, all that's there is the constant wondering of what she's done wrong. Her whole life is devoted to helping those in need, and not once had anyone ever pushed her away. And she can't help the smile slowly spreading across her face when he says he cares about her, and that he simply didn't want her to suffer, but being in this place is suffering. It's a nightmare hidden by reality.

"That's the thing, Carbon. You are worth it. You make going through this awful place easier because I'm not alone, and you don't have to be alone either. You're not just some district twelve boy. You're my friend, and I want to help you all the time. Nobody deserves to suffer alone. Not even the nastiest people in the world. Everyone deserves to have a friend by their side, and I can be that friend for you." Maybe not the best choice of words, but it's the truth. If he'd let her stay by his side, then none of this would ever happen. None of this would even matter and they could spend the night tucked away behind the wolves keeping each other warm. It doesn't help that Carbon keeps going on and on about wanting to protect her and not wanting to let her see him kill that thing. Has he forgotten she killed the other one? It's clearly the only answer, but seeing him breaking, all she wants to do is hug him. Now just isn't the time.

"I killed the first one or does that not matter? It's almost like you've already forgot about it. I'm not just some killer who goes out and kills animals for a living. I want to save them. I want to save all the animals, even the ones here that have no idea what they're doing." She pauses taking a breath trying to calm herself down. "You don't have to go through this alone as long as I'm alive." Right now life is precious and she knows another day isn't promised, and it's why she wants to make the best of it. When he hugs her and makes the promise back, her heart leaps into the back of her throat, and for the first time Sorrel completely relaxes with full intentions of forgetting what happened just moments before.

That night, Sorrel didn't fall asleep. In fact she stays as close to Masau as possible trying to stay warm, and it's nice when Tux joins in. But as the morning comes, she feels her eyes getting heavier and heavier, and she's packing up and putting things on the sled to drag behind her until a horrible storm tore through the arena. It's hard to see, and even squinting, Sorrel isn't sure where she's going, but feeling Carbon close by made it easy. All she has to do is keep going forward or backward or whichever direction she's heading. And then all of the sudden in the blink of an eye, it stops, and she's standing with her mouth opened wide trying to figure out what's going on.

This is a joke. It has to be, but others are mounting a sled preparing for a fun time. Nothing makes sense. Why let them have fun? Are they wanting to make them suffer even more by giving a taste of the outside world?

She takes a deep breath hopping on her sled, and in that moment the only thing she does is push herself forward. A little fun never hurt anyone, and she might as well enjoy what little time she likely has left.

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Post by esther kim d3 {lance} on Nov 1, 2020 15:13:13 GMT -5

i r i s .

"you are weak
but not foolish
you have learned
how to die."

This was stupid.

You knew that someone, somewhere, behind those television screens or the controls themselves, was having a field day with this. Forcing kids to get together in the Games where killing each other was literally the goal, and not only forbid them from doing just that but making them play a game for children instead? Even if you were still technically a child, it was humiliating, and honestly quite confusing - there'd been only one cannon, one face in the sky to mark two days' worth of struggle, so why was time being wasted on pageantry instead of, you know, murder?

You suppose you should be grateful. The image of your spear piercing the deer's heart yesterday is still flashing over your mind. And even though a score of tributes are now tramping over your makeshift home away from home, it's because they too are forced into this cycle of showing off their fun and games for the Capitol. Was that a kink? Pretending that kids who'd been thrust into an arena to kill each other could end up in merry old sets of fun and games?

"Okay then, ladies. Let's win, yeah? Mona says with a smile on her face and enthusiasm in her voice.

Well. At least one of you was enjoying this.

With a sigh, you set on your sled, and contemplate on what would happen if someone broke the fragile truce set before you all.

You're honestly not sure how you'd react, in all honesty.

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Nov 2, 2020 20:02:42 GMT -5

v e r v a i n .

"you are weak
but not foolish
you have learned
how to die."

She spends the night with her head resting on Ghost's soft white stomach, staring up at the starry night sky. She watches the anthem in this position; A blue hologram of Anari Chesterfield's face appears with the sound of Panem's national anthem and then disappears, leaving the sky empty and dark. Vervain falls asleep just like that, with Mona and Iris and Charlie with their wolves around the fire.

When dawn comes, Vervain is woken up by Ghost, who cranes his neck to poke her in the face with his nose. She pets him when she wakes, easing herself off of his stomach and onto the cold ground. The fire went dead in the night, leaving behind blackened coals and wood. Vervain's body still feels sore from yesterday's ordeal, her wounds still bandaged and aching — or maybe it's just a side effect of the weather. She is far from accustomed to the cold, although she quite likes the snow, how it glistens like white jewels in the sunlight.

It isn't long before tributes begin to appear over the horizon. The Gamemakers must have pushed them here — for what? A feast? But then, as Vervain reaches for an axe, but then she looks down the hill where she stands and sees a sign warning against violence. Bells begin to ring, like... like jingle bells. She can't think of what this is for, then; two days with no deaths? The first day there were none, and now the Gamemakers are deliberately avoiding it. They must have something else planned later, something deadly.

Mona asks her what's going on, and Vervain answers, "I think... they want us to race." But for what, she isn't sure.

"Okay then, ladies. Let's win, yeah?" says Mona.

She gives Mona a curt nod. "Maybe we'll have luck on our side again," says Vervain. Iris gives an unenthusiastic sigh, to which Vervain smiles slightly. Her ally from eight is a quiet one, like Vervain is. But she can respect that — though she isn't sure how she feels about Iris, and certainly does not trust her.

And with that, she gets on her sled and rides down the snow-covered hill alongside the other tributes.

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Post by brad bradford ★ d5b [arx] on Nov 3, 2020 1:20:51 GMT -5

vallora seth.

I wrap my hand in his, falling easily into the space beside him. When I breathe in, his hair tickles my nose. When I exhale, there is but a hair's breadth of space for my breath to escape into the moonlight. It's strange, a foreign feeling—I can still feel his thumb upon skin as if he'd burned a scar there, feel his lips upon mine like we'd never pulled apart to come up for air.

"I think you saved me."

Even above the howling wind his voice is ringing in my ears, twisting around me and guiding me as close to him as I can without disturbing the wounds I'd helped him seal shut.

"If my response is just 'ditto' does that ruin the moment?"

To say this was love felt- silly, ridiculous, absolutely fucking insane. And so I don't call it that. Not when I tap a rhythm out with my fingers upon his chest, not when press my lips gently to his neck. We've simply anchored ourselves to one another, found safety in closeness and smiles and hands we gladly locked together before throwing away the key.

I know I don't want to be without him. I know I- well, I don't think I can be without him. Not here. Not when he's all I have left. And even then—even if he weren't the only person I had—I find myself drawn back to his glow, my guiding light in the darkness.

He's to blame for the idea swirling around in my mind. He set my lips aflame with a simple fucking kiss and now they're spilling the words of a firebrand.

My words—"We should escape."—are below even a whisper, but I know he can feel me speaking. I say it again, just a bit louder, the conviction behind my thoughts surging into my voice.

"Screw this, y'know," I say, brow furrowing. "Fuck the Games and fuck the Capitol, we can just-"

I pause, a deep breath behind my words as I lift my head to look at him in the dark.

"We can leave."

And I know it's not that simple, but my mind has gone foggy as my heart beats more quickly.

We fight through what feels like sheet after sheet of endless white nothingness, snow like shards of glass against my skin. I'm holding Ali's arm, both afraid of losing him in this weather and that he'll ignore when his legs begin to give out for my sake.

And then someone flips a switch back at the Capitol and the wind holding us upright nearly makes me fall over the instant I don't have to fight against it.

"What the fuck-" I rip my knife out of my pocket in an instant, head on a swivel and feet sliding into an attack stance as I try to take in what I'm seeing.

It's an entirely different place compared to what it had been only a couple of days ago. The hill is steeper, the cornucopia further away. It still hums, but louder still the sound of bells and holiday hymns bouncing off of what looks like a barrier between all the souls still breathing. Which seems to be a hell of a fucking lot.

A sign deters me from launching myself at those nearest to me, brows furrowed as I read—”No violence. Or else.” It feels like a trap I'd rather not be caught in, but when I turn to ask Ali I find that my sweet prince has already shot off down the hill with tongue flopping in the wind...and all of our belongings being dragged along behind him.

"Little bastard! Shit."

I'm muttering curses at the mutt as I hop on the back of Alistair's sled, a single arm wrapped around his waist as he kicks off. Perhaps it's a bit petty, but I'm scooping snow in frustration with fingers that have already gone permanently numb and whipping it as far as I can toward my precious, stupid, dumb animal.

"and you feared a lonely death, like a lake leaves you alone in her depths."

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[ vallora seth d1f & alistair gale d1m will be riding one sled ]
[ vallora seth d1f will be the thrower & alistair gale d1m will be the driver ]

[ vallora seth d1f throws a snowball at vervain ward d3f ]
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Was there anything worse than holiday music? It was bright, cheery and sweet. The kind of music that was played in hell. Could the day get any worse? She doubted Marsh and Yuki cared. They kept making eyes at each other and she had to wonder if they knew how obvious they were being, or if they were doing that just to get under her skin.The sudden snowstorm had made it impossible to see where they were going and somehow they’d wound up back at the cornucopia. So had everyone else.

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Anari's face had been in the sky.

They hadn’t talked much beyond her trying to mess with him in a hallway and now he was gone. She wondered if she should feel something, because she didn’t. Faces vanished in district nine all the time. It was a given that half the people you saw at one rumble wouldn’t be seen at the next. Everyone’s odds of survival had just gone up, however slightly.

In any case, she fully expected an avalanche to crumble the hill once all of them had started sledding down it. It was beyond ridiculous, and she had been anticipating a feast, not a—whatever the no violence allowed event was supposed to be. There were far too many tributes left for third day. History had taught her that the third day was usually the day that the dying began. As they were straying from that script, her mind conjured up ever increasing visions of hell that would be visited upon the twenty-three of them.

She was starting to regret not killing some people in the bloodbath.

The pair from one hopped onto the same sled and took off, leaving her alone, the last one standing atop the snowy hill. Amelia closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling a deep breath. Would this be what it felt like on the last day? When all of them had fallen and she stood as a monument to their sins? She stretched before climbing onto her sled with a look of complete and utter boredom. She’d already slid down the hill when she escaped from the bloodbath. This was nothing new.

“Woo-hoo,” She said flatly, her monotonous tone devoid of any emotion as she pushed off and began her descent. They might have been forcing her to sled for their amusement, but fuck them if they were going to force her to enjoy it. She couldn’t even use her wolf. As if controlled by some hidden signal all the wolves had gone to wait for their tributes at the bottom of the hill.

“Truly, I am having the time of my life.”

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Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Nov 3, 2020 12:16:13 GMT -5

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""We should escape." I realize mere seconds after she suggests it, numb fingers still tangled in her hair and the feeling of her lips warming my skin. It comes slow, like an ending. Like the world has stuttered to a grinding halt as I watch storm cloud close in from all sides; there's no hint of rain just yet. Static lingers in the air, I can taste its metallic sparks but see no lightning. Thunder yearns to roll and I hold my breath to keep it from overwhelming us both.

A moment of stolen peace, before: "Yes." I plunge a knife into the soil lining my own grave, churning it with steel caked in blood. The look in her eyes is dazed and I cannot quite read whether she believes what she's saying or is trying to justify every mistake we've made. Fate chose her, I chose fate and now we plan to fight against it.

Vallora is so much more than a stupid, impulsive kiss. She's my first friend, the only person I've ever trusted with something so fragile as me. If not for her I'd have gone down in a spectacular blaze of glory, bared my teeth and worn the title of savage career. Everyone back home would have been so fucking proud of me and I'd have died never knowing what it was to live.

So if I have to believe we'll escape, I'll believe it.

Because the alternative isn't worth considering.

The storm comes later that night, after the mangy mutt has fallen asleep with it's muzzle on my chest and I'm counting the seconds in between her breaths to prove to myself we're still alive.

I'm not a failure, I didn't fucking want to succeed.

I've had it with snow storms. The cold takes and takes and takes, leaving scare little left in me as we fight through powdery sheets of pale death. I'm beginning to forget what my fingers feel like, even as they lock themselves stubbornly around Vallora's arm. I almost miss her voice, strained silent against the howling wind in hope of catching a hint of a snide remark on it.

Well, at least the fucking wolf seems warm enough.

I pretend the realization doesn't have me fighting a smile.

The wind subsides at a supernatural pace and I call myself a fool for ever believing anything in this arena falls to chance. ~~(A terrible realization, one scratching at the back of my skull and I burrow the thought of destiny far beneath the bone.)~~ Vallora stumbles and I pull her against me to keep the both of us upright.

I'm so focused on making sure she's okay I almost don't realize why her hand has flashed to her pocket.

It's been so long since I've seen another person they look unnatural, almost monstrous. We're all caught on a hill, held hostage by a sign that probably written in Anari's drying blood and - fuck - No violence, or else.

The wound on my chest throbs.

"Someone's got a sick sense of humor, huh?" I sneer at the sky, a gesture as performative as it is therapeutic; so lost in my own world that I don't realize Vallora's sled has shot down the hill without her.

"Little Bastard! Shit!" Knowing our luck, the mutt will win the race.

I'm laughing so hard I almost forget to blush when she settles on the sled behind me. Almost.

"Wish him luck, Lora!"

It's better than admitting this has all gone to shit.

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Nov 3, 2020 16:26:34 GMT -5

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Distance patter of steps crunching into the morning’s fresh sleet of snow awakens them, to a flurry of snow as blinding as a thick fog. Panic doesn’t set into Charlie however, it rarely ever did, while instincts surely do with a grab of her weapon. Perhaps it was simply their wolves off hunting among the icy trees, they each had four legs after all - plenty to make it sound like all the tributes were returning to the cornucopia. But her grip upon the handle of her axe doesn’t loosen slightly, not even when the storm disappears as quickly as it arrived and her eyes lock on a sign warning against violence.

A hearty laugh bellows from her lungs at the irony, as she also spots all the tributes among them with sleds in tow. Still she doesn’t budge from her grip, untrusting of all to simply follow the sudden rule of not battling. But eventually her gaze does venture to the purpose to why so many have been pulled here, to why the hill has steepen, to why any of this is happening. Split into two groups, races has been requested - with three prizes gently awaiting at the end of their own, and surely at the end of the other’s as well.

Most waste no time to speed down the incline with a thirst for whatever those prizes are. The Blonde however waits until the nearly end. Even after Iris lets out a, “Okay, then, ladies. Let’s win, yeah?” Charlie doesn’t haul off towards the innocent, overly trusted, game. Who was to say weapons wouldn’t go flying? Or that the battle wouldn’t break out past the finish line? It’s not until all but one other remains, her allies all gone, that she decides she surely can’t be last. With her sled already placed at the start, she caves to joins the others.

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Post by sidney on Nov 3, 2020 22:13:23 GMT -5

It seemed so silly.

Here they were, kids from all corners of Panem brought here to fight to the death. And what would they have them do? Race down a snow covered hill with sleds while throwing snowballs at each other. Really? It truly baffled her. So much so that she couldn't really enjoy herself, like she assumed today was meant for. No violence, or else. They said it themselves. It was supposed to be a gift, a good thing, and most importantly there would be a prize.

But that also meant everyone would get an extra day to recuperate, to heal and recharge, to better prepare for the war to come. Mona didn't think that was a good thing, not one bit. If anything, she would have preferred to fight today. To just get it over with. If it was her time, then at least she would have gone down swinging. More time like this was dangerous. It gave her too much time to second guess herself, offered her too much time to overthink. Prolonging the inevitable was pointless and the delay was just plain cruel. And putting it under guise of fun and relaxation was sadistic.

Anger bubbled in the pit of her stomach as the bitter winter air whipped past her cheeks and through her hair. She leaned forward, determined now more than ever to emerge victorious. She couldn't do a damn thing about being here, or being forced to put on a show with this stupid race, but what she could do was claim that first place price. And use whatever it was to her advantage while she was stuck here. And then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a heap of snow aimed right toward Vervain. There wasn't much she could do about it. It was already too late, seen but long passed as the snowball landed right in her face and she slowed on her path. Mona followed the trajectory and narrowed her eyes on two vaguely familiar figures sharing a sled. They hadn't done any real damage, but then again they weren't really allowed to.

Today's hits wouldn't be delivered with an axe or a sword, for the goal wasn't to kill. Not today. It was speed they needed if they were going to win, and Mona cursed herself for not thinking of doing it first. But she learned her lesson and moved to scoop up a handful of wet snow. "Hey, you!" She shouted at the boy piloting the sled, arm rising behind her head. "Think fast," she smiled, something devious in the twist of her lips, and threw it as hard as she possibly could.

jingle all the way, hey!

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[[Filler because sleep and other peeps could post. I'll fill this in as soon as I wake in the morning. Basically, Carbon is like "Wee, this is fun. Tux meet me at the bottom"

Keeps an incredibly close eye on Sorrel, trying to speed up to catch up to her.]]

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Post by k!ah on Nov 4, 2020 0:19:45 GMT -5

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As he pushes off he hears Marsh demand that neither of them die. But what makes him smile is Amelia monotoned “Woo-hoo,” as she takes off down the slope. Marsh disappears from sight, falling behind, Amelia keeping pace with him. They were close to the lead, ice cold air whipping him in the face as he torpedoed down the steep slope. He didn't have to look in a mirror to know that he looked like a clown, bright red cheeks and nose from exposure to cold air.

"If I didn't know any better, it would sound like you were having fun," he mocks, angling his sled to avoid a stones that poked out from the snow. The movement almost has him toppling off his sled, face first into the icy ground. But he regains his balance, tightening his grip on his handle.

"This is fucking dumb," he mumbles under his breath, leaning forward in his sled to try and increase his speed. He should have expected something like this from the Capitol. Though he failed to see the amusement in watching kids ride their sleighs down a snowy incline. Maybe they were delighted in the expressions of confusion, followed by frustration and anger as tributes realise they are nothing but entertainment for the eyes of those born into a better life.

It's sad to think that watching children kill each other didn't seem to be enough. That to satiate their amusement they had to make them play together shortly after a bloody first encounter only a couple days earlier. Yuki didn't care for the wellbeing of the other tributes, in fact he cared that most of them seemed to be in quite good health and that after a day of rest they would be in a much better condition than they were the day before. Bad news.

"Oi Smartass," he calls to Amelia, eying the tributes around him, "what do you reckon the consequence might be if I threw my axe at the head of one of these tributes?"

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