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heartstrings | {hbk day 3 leisure} Mar 12, 2021 12:20:24 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 12, 2021 12:20:24 GMT -5

She didn't even notice that she was crying until she felt the tears falling across her cheeks. She was quick to hide it, though, wiping them away, grateful for the starless night sky above and hopeful that no one noticed.

"I'm gonna just-" she said, probably sounding perfectly fine, but in her head she sounded dreadfully weak, "I just need a sec."

She climbed to the top of the overpass, feet hanging off the edge of it. One hand clutched at a dried vine and the other, a cigarette. She kicked her feet, and almost began talking out loud to herself to keep off the thoughts she was having. They weren't even coherent enough to make sense, flashes of color, stabs of awful emotion, glimpses of disappointed faces, fleeting feelings of fading away. Please, she thought. Please, please, please.

She supposed its what came with repressing one's emotions. All of it would come bubbling up to the surface eventually, right? Only, this was different. It usually manifested in anger, and that would've at least been of fucking use to her in this hellscape. But no, Reagan Carbone didn't do things by the book. She chose now, in the midst of a giant fight to the death, to develop a fucking conscience. She finished the cigarette and flicked it over the edge, watched as it tumbled to the ground below and landed in a shower of sparks, and then was so quickly gone. She thought that was probably how she wanted to go out: big and quickly.

She was about to make her way back down when she saw Kyler walking up to her.

"Sup, Colossus?" she asked, trying her best to pretend she was okay even though she knew now that she probably wouldn't ever be okay again. She let him sit next to her and she cleared her throat. He knew. They probably all did.

"I, um... I have this habit of running away. When things get hard."

Glimpses of a blonde boy begging her to stay and she had no choice but to laugh out loud to keep the tears away.

"So, you shouldn't trust me so much. None of you should, I guess."

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heartstrings | {hbk day 3 leisure} Mar 12, 2021 16:55:17 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Mar 12, 2021 16:55:17 GMT -5

She used to think nightmares only came at night.

But after living through hell for three days, Sutton realized how wrong she was. Each time she took a step she wasn't sure what new horror she would meet. Today's was particularly bad. Everywhere she turned there was blood. Blood covered the ground they stood on, but even worse blood covered almost every inch of Grim. At this point blood from the past three days had built up, but some of it was also very new. Deep down, she knew most of it was Grim's, but she was too afraid to ask.

And Sutton knew she would be better off not knowing.

She was relieved to finally be away from the battlefield. Each drop of blood that was on the ground reminded her how much Grim was hurting. She could barely look at the girl. Terrified that if she stared into her eyes long enough she would see Death lurking around the corner. So she walked ahead of the other three, lost in her own thoughts.

"I just need a sec."

She turned around and Reagan was gone, walking off to who knows where followed by Kyler. She was about to find somewhere to set up camp when Grim approached her. She looked angry and upset and Sutton knew she was yelling at her, but it all just sounded like a bunch of noise. She caught words like reckless and handled, but that's all she got because every time she looked into her eyes the only thing she could imagine was her face in the sky later that night. She put her hands on the girls shoulders and shook her.

"You almost died."

Suddenly they were closer than they had ever been before.

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heartstrings | {hbk day 3 leisure} Mar 12, 2021 20:13:46 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. on Mar 12, 2021 20:13:46 GMT -5

Death has his hands wrapped around your thought but the only thing that you can think about is Sutton's hands wrapped around your waist, holding you up even as you wished she would do anything else.

There are all these horrible, awful toxic things in your chest, things that keep telling you over and over that you're angry, that you feel something big and it's awful and intimidating and just—not what you've felt before. You know that it can't be killing Turner, that you know he deserved it as much as the other careers do, but you don't want to think about what else it could be. Sutton is there, somewhere, infecting all of your thoughts, but you try not to let her. You're trying to set up camp, wound pulling in uncomfortable ways, brain muddled mush trying to focus on just one thing, anything, that would take you mind off of how you, more than anything else, didn't want Sutton to be in that fight.

When you speak, it's all your awful thoughts mixing up together.

"I had it handled," you say, venom on your tongue. "You didn't need to step in. You just distracted me." You think about the way you had dove for the mutt as it tried to go for Sutton's turned back, think about the way that it had managed to block your second parry even though you've spent years learning how to do exactly the opposite of that. You know, somewhere deep down, that it's not anger about having your kill sniped that's setting you off, know that it's because you didn't want her anywhere near someone as potentially lethal as the two careers, but you aren'y willing to admit that out loud. "What were you thinking?"

It takes her a long while to answer, and you have a feeling that it's because she wasn't listening.

"And I will again!" I say back, voice not a shout, but something tense and sharp and not nearly kind enough. "We both might!"

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heartstrings | {hbk day 3 leisure} Mar 13, 2021 1:54:57 GMT -5

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Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Mar 13, 2021 1:54:57 GMT -5

He follows her. Of course he does.

Because isn't that easier? The alternative is standing here with these feelings — alone, and overwhelmed, still unable to figure out how to use the stupid cellphone in his pocket. Because he's a klutz, and he can't keep trying to make friends out of his enemies. There's only static when he tries to call Lore. And if he wanted to, he could go find her. He could find anyone he needs to talk to. There's so much he could say. So much that he can't.

But his gaze always goes back to her, no matter how hard he tries to look away. The arena isn't a place for loneliness. That'd be too easy. He takes his time making his way to where she's secluded herself, approaching with slow and cautious steps. Like if he makes the wrong move she'll disappear from view. He doesn't want her to feel trapped. "Sup, Colossus?" Her teasing makes him smile, taking a seat beside her and watching the starless sky.

Waiting for light to appear.

"I, um... I have this habit of running away. When things get hard." He turns to face her, staring at her so intently. It'd ruin the moment if he told her how beautiful she is — but he thinks it. Shamelessly, and in awe. "So, you shouldn't trust me so much." He turns back to the night, the quiet unknown that surrounds them. "None of you should, I guess." But then he just chuckles, smirking to himself.

"It's a little late for that, Pix." He glances down at her, gauging her reaction. "Is that cool? It's short for pixie. Because they're, uh... tiny." Rubbing the back of his neck, he pushes ahead. "Listen, if you haven't figured it out yet, I have no survival skills. Every choice I make has a nine out of ten chance to kill me." It's a scary thing to admit, but if there's one thing to be said about Kyler, it's that he's honest to a fault.

"So, yeah, you might be the death of me. I can say the same for everyone else I know." He nudges her with his shoulder, grinning brightly and radiating warmth. "I don't mind. Really, I have to go out somehow." He holds out his hand for her — he can't stop himself. They're both hurting. He can't change this, or stop it. But he can lower his walls, and just let this happen. Because it has to. It's inevitable. One of them has to go away.

These are how constellations are made.

"But if it's you, make it exciting. And don't touch the face."

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