Test Bloodbath (CLOSED)

[Zephy]

I look to the Cornucopia, feel the tension in the air as the other 23 tributes get ready to dash. I'm looking at the stack of stuff in the Cornucopia, knowing that I have to run, that I have to be the first to get there and get my trident. Because that trident will be what gets me home.

40...
There it is, just waiting for me to grab it.

30...
I just hope my partner doesn't get it first

20...
I'll kill him for it

10...
I have to kill him. I have to go home.

5...
Almost time

4...
I breathe in and exhale slowly

3...
This is it

2...
My heart is pounding in my throat

1...
I hold my breath. My heart is pounding even faster now, and I find that I'm anticipating the sound of the gong. I want to get this over with.

GONG
This is it.

(Practice entry post)

[Zephy]

other tributes one two and three post

[Zephy]

I dash off my plate, not even bothering to look at who's around me. No, my eyes are glued to the boy from my district. I don't trust him. As a matter of fact, I don't think we've ever spoken to each other. I just never bothered to learn his name. I see him get to the Cornucopia, and he's fighting the girl from 10. His fist connects with her jaw and...
     The anger I feel at him is some of the most intense I've felt in my life. Because his hands close around the trident. My trident. My trident which in and of itself IS my district token, because it reminds me of home. My trident, with which I'm going to cut down anyone that stands in my way. Not his. Mine. I immediately begin running toward him, my hands ready to attack. With a war cry that rivals any I've heard yet today, I launch my fist towards him.

((Storm attacks District 4 Male, unarmed))
JfTD3lyD1-200 +5000= 5032
Result: Gash or bruised left femur (4.0 damage)
((Storm grabs a trident))
1-200

[Zephy]

other tributes one two and three post.
(District 4 male attacks Storm Cho, spear)
mHfoXx7t1-200+3000=
result: Shallow cut on chest (4.0 Damage)
Storm damage: 4
D4M Damage: 4
1-200

[Zephy]

Instead of trying to punch him, I find my foot lashing out and hitting his left leg. I can tell by the way he yelps that it hurt, and a little blood begins to stain his pant leg. I can't wait to kill you, I think to myself. I pick up my trident, feeling the weight in my hands. It brings back a flood of memories from home, so hard it's as if someone punched me in the chest. But I push them all out of my mind. Now's not the time for this. All around me is chaos. I see my fellow tributes cutting each other down, bludgeoning and stabbing and beating each other. I can't find the rest of the Career alliance, but they must know that I can handle myself and I'll find them soon. Because I can handle myself. I become vaguely aware of a stinging sensation on my chest, and I wonder if it's the residual pang of longing I felt from home when the little bit of blood begins to seep through my shirt. The asshole cut me, I think. But he just made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. You don't piss off Storm Cho. And I'm going to prove it by killing the bastard from my district.

((Storm Cho attack District 4 Male, trident))
 HRfWmlZU1-200+ 3000= 3127
result: Shallow cut on right forearm (3.5 Damage)
Storm picks up a backpack
 

1-200

[Zephy]

Tributes one two and three post.

(District 4 Male attacks District 2 Female, trident)

1Ccu05Nr1-200+3000=3138
result: Shallow cut on right forearm (3.5 Damage)

(District 2 Female attacks District 4 Male, axe)
1-200+11000=11089
result: Shallow cut on left thigh (3.5 damage)
Storm Damage: 4
D4M Damage: 11
1-200�1-200

[Zephy]

The boy from my District turns around to face someone else. Good, I think, someone else, the girl from 2, has gotten involved. About time. My fingers gently touch the wound his trident gave me on my chest. It is still bleeding, at least a little bit. I feel my fingers clenching around my trident harder than ever. He wants to wound me, fine. This fuckhead isn't walking away from here alive. I feel a fire burning inside of me that I never knew I had, and it takes me a moment to realize that this fire is anger. Hatred. Rage. I have never wanted to kill anyone. Never wanted to physically cut someone in half. Not even my father when he abandoned us in the middle of the night. Made my mother struggle to raise myself and my two twin sisters. Made us move in with my mother's aunt and uncle jsut to scrape by. Caused my mother the worst pain I've ever seen her in. No, I tell myself, if it weren't for him I wouldn't know how to use a trident. This much is true. Everything has a silver lining, Mom always says. My hands grip the shaft of my trident even harder now, and I lunge it toward the boy.

((Storm attacks District 4 Male, trident))

lpQuqBoh1-200+3000= 3020
Result:Shallow cut on chest (4 Damage)

I give him the same cut he gave me. Give the fucker a taste of his own medicine. Blood starts to show through his shirt and I laugh.

Storm Damage: 4
D4M Damage: 15
D2F Damage: 3.5

1-200

[Zephy]

I KNOW THERE ARE NO FILLERS IN THE BB BUT I WOULD'VE LEFT BY NOW ANYWAY

(Storm attacks District 4 male, trident)
7iGjbDY41-200+3000=
Result:

1-200

[Zephy]

PRACTICE IS OVER