~When the Colors Got Brighter::.

[[Ree]craft]

Ember Milan

Lemon tree very pretty
And the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.
The effects of the seeds had slowly gone away. Thankfully. I found it hard to look at Luyu and not feel some sort of strange emotion: Pity, curiosity, anger. I wouldn't be able to decipher which emotions on one of my good days. As it is, this day may enter the category of worst days. I have to keep reminding myself, though, that there are probably more horrid days ahead.

What has been bugging me though is this irrepressible itch to have more of the seeds. I know Luyu has some of them, and I know that the question for them is at the tip of my tongue. Something about those infrared colors attracts me today, and I really want them again. But I keep myself from asking, because I know I will probably regret the choice.

I grip my new spear tightly in my hand. This spear. It used to be Mercury's. Just the thought makes me want to drop the weapon. That combined with the thought that I will be killing with this tool, makes me want to burn it. Just like Luyu.

I find myself edging away from Luyu. She's crazy. Completely crazy, and she must realize it. I don't wanted to be tainted by crazines. I will not be called insane, and I don't believe I've lost my marbles. I will not believe I have gone out of my mind. I wouldn't be able to stand the fact that I am gone from the sane world. I think if I knew I was crazy, I would commit suicide. Life's bade enough as it is.

But I don't want to think about suicide. It will make me sick.

The point of a knife lurking every more at the edge of my memory. Torturing me, holding me in horrid suspense, as if my little sister had taken the seventh harry potter book away right when I reached the climax.

However, today, I keep myself as calm as I can. I think practically and separate myself from my emotions. For everyone, the audience, the capitol, Joshua, even me, I will keep myself calm today.

The golden cornucopia stands further down, upon a hill. I see lemon juice sprayed around the ground. I guess the old dead tributes bled lemons onto the ground. I won't look down then. Anything to keep me in the present world.

"We should shelter in the cornucopia maybe?" I say tentatively to Joshua and Luyu.

[cameron]

Luyu Nimmons

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[This is a filler since I am super busy and my internet keeps poofing.. But as soon as it is fixed I'll edit. D:]

Luyu roared! Roaaar! Then she climbed atop the Cornucopia and brought Mercury's old shirt, setting it on fire. Teehee.

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And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

[kitsune]

[Imma make a filler post too, but this one actually is in the works unlike the mutt battle filler that I'm trying to pretend doesn't exist.]

Joshua watched Luyu and cringed, muttering something about the apparently hazardous effects of District 3 pollution on mental health. He walked over to the Cornucopia, cautiously investigated it, and then dozed off inside.

[WT]

High in the sky, a few specks appeared.

If any of the tributes had noticed, they may have gotten very excited. After all, in the Games, small objects in the sky that grow bigger and bigger are usually very useful packages. Unfortunately for them, these particular missiles were descending far too fast to be attached to parachutes, and were highly unlikely to help the tributes in any way, shape, or form. Indeed, if they did, the person who launched them would probably be fired, because they weren’t supposed to be helpful.

The were the feared- the unspeakable- the deadly.

They were a small cloud of shoes.

The leader was a crystal blue slipper. Light refracted through it as it shifted and fell, giving it a shine that was quite beautiful but did nothing to lessen the deadly force of gravity-pulled stone. Directly behind it came a much plainer but equally dangerous piece of footwear: a simple flip-flop, weighted down with fake gemstones along the strap. Both crashed down toward Ember with what could be construed as enthusiasm- or perhaps bloodlust.

((Shoes attack Ember))
[dice=200+7000]
[dice=200+7000]
(gash/bruised right knee, 3.5; bruised right foot, 2.0)

A few shoes, poorly aimed or perhaps well-dodged, fell around the surrounding area. However, enough were falling that not even the most skilled evader could escape them all, and Luyu found herself the victim of a matched set of blue athletic trainers. Their black laces streamed out in the air behind them, only to flop down when the shoes landed, like the limp wings of a wounded shoe-angel.

((Shoes attack Luyu))
[dice=200+7000]
[dice=200+7000]
(broken right femur, 7.5; block, 0)

A few even managed to ricochet off the inside lip of the Cornucopia so hard that they didn’t lose too much momentum before whacking into Joshua. The white sneaker came up just too short and stopped outside of the golden horn, but its companions- a small sandal and some sort of old-fashioned wooden slipper- bounced right on in. The Cornucopia clanged long after they fell to the ground, a testament to the force of the shoes.

((Shoes attack Joshua))
[dice=200+7000]
[dice=200+7000]
(broken left shin, 7; broken right knee, 7)

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[[Ree]craft]

(How much HP do shoes have? And do I still have to attack them, or are they like kamikaze bombers?)

Ember Milan

Lemon tree very pretty
And the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.

I stand by the cornucopia thinking. Where are we going tomorrow? How many people are left? What are our chances of surviving until tomorrow? Where there be lemons? Could I have some more seeds?

I stand there clutching the metallic edge of the cornucopia. Lost in strange random impulses and strategical thoughts. I want to sing. I want to run away. More than anything: I want to go home. Shut my eyes and pretend this isn't happening. But I know that won't work. If I try, I'll just be disappointed.

I have a half seconds notice. And then, bang. Two objects, of unknown identity have crashed into me. My legs buckle and I clutch the cornucopia to straighten myself out. I look at the objects. They're shoes. I giggle. I can't help it. I'm supposed to fight a shoe? It's a very pretty shoe, actually. One you could find in the capitol at a fancy shoe store. A blue silk slipper like piece I wouldn't mind trying on. If of course, it hadn't hurt me. But then I realize there are actually two shoes. A flip flop would take the title of shoe two. This shoe I couldn't admire for it's beauty. It had those disgusting fake jewels encrusted onto the straps, so in honesty, I couldn't admire it much. I wouldn't mind stabbing a shoe. I mean, they're not really alive are they?

But, then again, I'm struck by my bad luck. The gamemakers must really hate me if my alliance has been singled out to be attacked by flying shoes. Why would they hate me?

Oh yeah. I tried to kill one of them.

That does lend itself towards hatred.



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