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like shattered glass. Yuki/Amelia day 4 leisure Nov 15, 2020 17:38:42 GMT -5

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Post by charade on Nov 15, 2020 17:38:42 GMT -5

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At first she thought the cannon fire was echoing. Then she heard another.

And another.

“Looks like people aren’t holding back anymore.”

It was a hopeful sound if she was being honest. With every tribute that fell her chances of making it back to her sister increased. The snow was crimson slush and now that the adrenaline was wearing off she was starting to feel cold again. A few more days of this temperature and people were going to start to die from exposure. They needed to build another fire was what they needed to do, but there was nothing burnable to be found, not by the lake.

She paused to look at the two corpses. She should have felt something, she knew that. But she didn’t. There was a vague sense of disappointment that the only one she had left to rely on was Yuki, but for the fallen? Marsh had had her back, but it was a relief to know that she wouldn’t have to kill him once the numbers dwindled.

Amelia shook her head as she rifled through Rene’s satchel for anything useful. Andorra was long gone, Marsh’s partner in tow, the pair of them bolting like frightened rabbits. Good. If she ran into that girl again, there would be payment exacted for the cuts littering her body. The career had stuck around a little longer for the sake of hissing at Yuki, but she’d ran too, out of self-preservation if not fear.

What was Audrey doing back home now, she wondered? She hoped she was proud of her. She was doing everything she could to stay alive. Killed someone. They could share that now too. “We should get going,” she said to Yuki. “Hovercraft will be here any minute.”

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like shattered glass. Yuki/Amelia day 4 leisure Nov 15, 2020 18:05:36 GMT -5

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Post by max jones d6 ☠️ kiah on Nov 15, 2020 18:05:36 GMT -5

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He must have moved so slow, feet slipping on ice that had started to thaw as the blood of District five pooled on its surface. Lunging he had knocked uselessly into her thigh, uncomfortable for him, for her and for any spectators most likely. She moves away from him, applying lipstick as she goes, before bending over and placing a kiss of Marsh's forehead. The mark left behind: a bright red imprint of her dumb lips. "Marsh is dead." A shit eating grin thrown his way, "looks like I've already won, Yuki."

"You've won shit," he growls to her back as she walks away. She was a career, she knew that with her other two alliance member fleeing like cowards, that she had no chance against himself and Amelia. "You win when that last fucking canon sounds!" He yells, bending down to furiously run at the lipstick mark on Marshes paling skin. He doesn't stop till its gone, or to mixed in with the blood that you can no longer tell.

The sound of a canon booms through the silence, in quick succession there is another and another. Tributes falling like dominos, victim to the game they were forced to play. Just like Marsh. Just like that sickly boy to our right. Just like Blondie will be, the next time Yuki runs into her. “Looks like people aren’t holding back anymore.” He looks to Amelia, watching as she moves to search through the dead boys things. She was right, the dying echo of death filling their ears.

"Shits getting real." He pauses, looking to Marsh, before meeting Amelia's eyes, "No more games. Fucking sled rides. Just death."

Reminding him that a hover craft will be here any minutes, he picks up his gear, ready to move on. "Do you know her name? The blonde careers?" He wanted to know, needed to know. Maybe one day when he got home, he would tattoo it onto his skin, as well as the names of the dead, the lives he had taken before hers.