The Bloodbath

[Kevin]

Anani Petros

Anani closed his eyes as he envisioned himself back in his old run down abode, waking up from horrible nightmares of Nisa's arm being cut off. As he put both his interwoven hands on his head, he thought about what would happen in the arena the moment the 24 tributes were let loose... Chaos would ensue for sure, and insanity would take over the primary senses. He would not be taken in by that.

Just remember the plan... Just remember the plan... Meet up with my alliance... Topaz, Nash and Takeba are all there for me... Just find them... Group with them, cover all blind spots... go for one person... Just pick up whatever you can find... You can DO THIS!

Anani shook his head in worry as he thought back about his childhood, the miserable upbringing of him and Nisa as their parents fought it out until the end. He would live for Nisa. If not... he would at least show her that he tried his best. Even if he died, she would have to move on. If she lived through the Games.... then he could too.

Anani gulped and paced in the small metal ring to the best of his ability. Time went by slowly as Anani favored the last few seconds of his life where he wouldn't have to be cautious of every single thing around him. He had promised Nisa that he would be there forever. And forever it will be.

The gong sounded as the vibrations completely overtook his body. Anani quickly looked around to see the other 23 tributes scrambling around for anything that would be deemed as useful. Without another moment's hesitation, Anani leaped into the fray, while searching for his teammates.

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[aya]

So don't drink the water
Don't you breathe the air
And if it's going back home then I just have to declare
That you can
Please bury me with it
Please bury me with it

Nash Harvey —

The girl yelled something, something inaudible. The words didn't register; they were white noise in Nash's ears. Hell, just about everything was white noise. Irrelevant. It was chaos in the bloodbath, of course. But it was a chaos Nash could pay attention to. She did notice, of course, when the tribute who'd already been hobbled turned a trident on Topaz.

Nash's blood went cold. Her ally couldn't be wounded, couldn't be attacked. Couldn't be killed this early on, not if she had anything to say about it. Topaz would be useful. And, hell, why lie, Nash liked having the other girl around. She was interesting, and then some. Some other girl — District Three, Nash though — entered the small mob, attacking the gimp tribute, too. And then Takeba finished the girl off. She was dead, right? Nash certainly thought so.

See, now she's dead! And it's your fault! You barely touched her. Don't worry about it. But do better next time.

And where was Anani? Their sponsor-magnet had yet to appear in the fray. She shrugged it off, not terribly miffed — he must be around here somewhere, unless he was dead, after all — wait, no, there he was — and changed targets. She'd attack the male from District One. Topaz wouldn't mind, Nash figured, same way Nash wouldn't mind if The… what was his name? The guy from her district. Because if she had any interest in keeping him alive, he'd be one of their allies, wouldn't he? Didn't matter. She swung her knife at him.


[[attacks Timothy]]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut Left Bicep; 3.5] She collected a bag that was in her path; it would be useful for storing items later.

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[[Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D=]

OOC: Editing this post. Gerrard is still in the Bloodbath. I wasn't aware that Hermione died. (Clove, crap, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault Dx
-kicks self and Gerrard-)

I wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but seconds later, the Career alliance was on Hermione.

Damn it, I thought wildly, and my body lurched; my feet surged forward, my fingers tightened around my dagger. And then I was running toward them, not giving a care that someone could have nailed me in the back with a weapon right then. I thought of Will--would he be sad, if Hermione were to die?--of Timothy, of our alliance in whole. If Hermione Easteallas were to die...

"Hermione!" I bellowed. But I knew she couldn't hear me. I wasn't sure how many attacks it took, but the next thing I knew, she was on the ground. Just...there.

Damn it.

For a moment, I wasn't sure where I was anymore. The Cornucopia disappeared, and it was just me. Me, and Hermione, and...Timothy. I could see him clearly now, could see the Careers going after him. Topaz Ross, of all people, going after him. Her district partner. But then again, I supposed it shouldn't matter, should it?

It shouldn't matter to any of them if Hermione were to die either.

Once again I reacted without thinking. For a brief second I saw my dagger whipping through the air, saw it coming straight down--but not at Topaz. At someone else.

Attacks Takeba Suzumi.

Knife: [dice=200+2000]
Damage: 8.0

With one glance, I knew I'd scored. A deep gash, on her left bicep, maybe. But my mind still wasn't completely there, was still on the girl lying on the ground a few feet away. Was still on the boy fighting the rest of the Careers.

My hand picked up the cooking pot, and I slipped it inside my satchel.

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[cameron]

Luyu Nimmons

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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white[/size]

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Luyu didn't even look back at the crippled girl. She knew that the Careers would have finished her off. There was no other option, really. She had to be dead.

Luyu swung her new sword around. It glistened magnificently in the sunlight, with shades of orange and yellow mirrored in its metal, almost like fire. Luyu cheesed at the sight, and ran forward, swinging it at a boy she hadn't noticed at the Capital.
[attacks Timothy with Sword]
[dice=200+1000]
It had only left a shallow cut on his right calf (3.5 damage), which did not please her. She would have to practice with this new blade of hers if she wanted to sever any heads.

Then she reached down a grabbed a satchel that was near the boy's feet and slung it over her shoudler.

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

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[Lulu]

A bag came into view next, which Topaz knew would be exceedingly useful. She would never be able to carry the bounty of items she knew...or hoped...was coming her team's way by hand. Scooping it up, she turned around, only to watch as the girl she'd attacked earlier falling to the ground, obviously dead.

It pissed her off that her arrow had broken and she had missed, but she didn't have much time to dwell on this fact because there was Anani, joining them at last. With a newfound determination Topaz searched around for a new target, someone else whose blood she could shed. Hm. Finally her eyes locked on someone Nash was currently targeting, and deciding that the other girl had the right idea, she went after him as well, bow and arrows at the ready.

[attacks Timothy, bow]
[dice=200+4000]
[miss]

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[Kevin]

Anani Petros

As he looked around for his alliance, he already saw many atrocities including a beheaded tribute. Anani quickly turned away and ran towards a different target to prevent himself from throwing up.

Is this... Is this what the Games do to these kids?... It forces them to behead their own peers?! Survival of the fittest is cruel... And I'm forced to conform... Nisa... please help.

As Anani tightly gripped onto the rock that his sister had given him for support, he looked around to spot Nash and Topaz attacking another tribute. Quickly conforming to their plan, he leaped into the brawl and lashed out as well.

[Attacks Timothy]
[dice=200+5000]

[Thrown to ground - 0.5 damage]

Anani stumbled around as he realized that his hand to hand combat skills were terrible. After quickly scanning the area to find anything more useful, he half-heartedly grabbed a bow and some arrows as he turned back to face the alliance's enemy.

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[Prince Inigo]

Death was hers. This Tribute girl that had attacked her alliance, her ceasing life was hers to own, Takeba thought. Broken nose, shallow cut, the actions lead to a soul leaving the body, the ascent or descent to the new world. Wonders to be held beyond Panem. It was neither a gift or curse; but, to be safe, Takeba had taken the death upon herself, closing eyes.

Death follows like a dog...

Takeba snatched the trident, seeing that Topaz was missing. "Will you be requiring this trident, Topaz?" She willingly handed it over to the District 1 girl; and, upon seeing the intended target, the purple-haired Tribute ran up to the boy, more shots of apologies. This time, eyes were open; it would be such an inconvenience to strike without any visual support.

[Timothy]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder. 3.5

This time, nearby was a hat; and, though she could not think of any proper usage at the moment for such an accessory, Takeba picked it up and stuffed it in the backpack.

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[[Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D=]

Again, with the aiming at Timothy.

Somewhere in the back of my head, a voice shouted at me to get the hell out. I pushed that voice away. Will was okay. He'd survive on his own, for the time being. Timothy needed my help, at least I supposed he did. He was a Career after all. Would he be humiliated to recieve help from me?

I shook my head. Why was I even thinking about it?

Just then, Takeba handed over the trident to Topaz Ross, and my eyebrows shot up. "That's selfless of you." Surprisingly enough my voice was calm, but my hand was shaking. How could she just do that--hand over something like a weapon so calmly--when she'd just slaughtered someone? Did she care at all? I gritted my teeth.

Attacks Takeba Suzumi.
Knife: [dice=200+2000]
Damage: 8.0

A deep gash on right bicep this time. I looked around, mocking her, keeping calm just like her and picked up the pliers, stuffing them as well in my bag.

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[aya]

We're going down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm going to hit you on the face
I'm going to punch you in your glasses

Nash Harvey —

Her allies — Anani included this time — followed her in attacking the boy from Topaz's district (she must not have minded) as well. In a quick gap in the combat, Nash quickly snatched what appeared to be a sleeping bag off of the ground. Whatever items they could get would be nice; they weren't a terribly large alliance and most certainly would not be guaranteed the wealth of items in the golden horn.

As it was, Nash could really use a different weapon. She liked the knife she'd picked up just fine, and knew she could throw it from a distance if it came to that. But she'd prefer something bigger. A sword maybe. But her knife would serve its purpose. It carved through flesh fairly well, and she knew that so long as her accuracy was off, she could do some decent damage with it as she attacked the District One boy again.


[[attacks Timothy]]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep gash on cheek; 8.5]

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[Lulu]

If this goddamn bow misses one more time, I'm gonna snap it in half. Topaz glared at the weapon in her hands as if it were a despised enemy. She normally had good aim. Why was she missing?

Thankfully Takeba was beside her in that next instance, offering her the trident that she'd won over after killing that other girl with the red hair. This would most definitely be better. She fought better in close range, not from afar. Though she'd only wielded a trident a handful of times, she had a feeling it would prove to be a major improvement. And on top of this, the District One female picked up a sleeping bag as well. Useful.

With her new trident, she lunged at a new target.

[attacks Gerrard, spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[deep gash left thigh, 8.0]

well you disappeared so often
like you dissolved into coffee

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[Kevin]

Anani Petros

The bloodbath became a blur of events for Anani as he looked this way and that to see what was happening. At first, it seemed as if they were doing well attacking Timothy, but suddenly, another tribute came into the fight and attacked Takeba.

Anani was stuck between two choices: To continue attacking Timothy, a career tribute, or attack Takeba's assaulter. After quickly assessing the merits of each choices, he turned around and decided to go after the tribute who attacked one of his teammates. As he fumbled with the arrow in his hand, he finally drew the arrow back and fired at the tribute with the knife in her hand.
[dice=200+4000]
[Attacks Gerrard with Bow]
[Miss]

With a groan of frustration and regret for not taking the ranged weapons training station, he mentally admonished himself for missing. With a mental note in his mind to pick up that arrow later, he picked up a nearby bag as he prepared to string another arrow for fire.

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[[Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D=]

This was seriously messed up. I was doing it. Hitting Takeba. Injuring her. And the blood that poured out--it satisfied me.

Chills ran down my spine at this, but I pushed them away. They deserved this, all of them, for killing Hermione. For not giving a care that she was dead. I should be enjoying this.

Reckless, a voice whispered in my head. Be careful, or you'll die.

Attacks Topaz Ross.

Knife: [dice=200+2000]

Damage: 3.5

A shallow cut. Right thigh. Disappointment surged through me. My thigh burned as well from the attack, but the pain was lost to me for a few seconds. The arrow that Anani shot at me missed, thankfully, and I was able to grab the T-shirt. After this, I promised. After this, I was out of here.

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[Prince Inigo]

First attack suffered, Takeba cried softly a gasp of pain, intense shock shaking the arm. Blood coursed down the bicep, blanketing warmth. She took a glance at the assailant, big eyed. A Mr. Gerrard, older than herself, dug a dagger in her arm. Bad pain shooting crazily inside, Takeba gripped the attacked arm, gritting teeth. Her brows knit up, a frown coming on truthfully. The heart did not exactly desire this conflict, but she could not go against promises.

"I do not desire the life of others on my hand..."

Shaking away excruciating pain, Takeba swung her dagger horizontally. Her face scrunched against the madness of the situation, and she could hear and feel the heart beating with such unusual fastness. It was almost like a dance, a macabre of pretentiousness. Takeba kept eyes open, going against the extreme malaise in her body. I do not desire the death of anyone...

[Gerrard]
[dice=200+2000]
Deep Gash on Right Bicep. 8.0

Reciprocating the same attack from earlier, Takeba accidentally nudged an empty water jug. Deeming this of most importance next to the dagger, the girl plucked the jug off the ground and stored it away.

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[clovegoodshot]

I wonder as I wander out under the sky, how I came here, how this happened, how I begun to die.

As I lay here and I wonder out under the sky, I feel my heart beating, though, I know that I die.

I wonder as I wander out under the sky, why I was chosen today to come lay here and fight

while I wonder as I wander out under the dead sky. . . . .


Death.


Not the others' death this time. My death. Was it not just three days ago I was chopping down a tree? Waiting for the Reaping to start? Yelling my name from the crowd, practicing in the Training Center, holding Will in my arms?

Will

He has already left the Bloodbath, already left me. How will he handle it when he sees my face on the screen tonight? Will he kill himself? No. So what Will happen?

My Alliance

I know what they will do. They will win one of them. They can do it, they have to do it. Since I didn't.

My Killer.

Who was it really? Takeba? Physically yes. Gerrard? Emotionally, yes. The Capitol? Spiritually, yes. Myself? Yes. I volunteered myself into this shit. Gerrard didn't carry me out. Takeba killed my body physically. The Capitol forcing us into these fucked up Games. It is everyones fault that I am dying.

The Figure In The Cape

I know who it is. It is Death, himself. A hooded black figure emerges from a dark, edgy mist, and I know it is Death. I look at him, and he shakes his head, answering my question of if I am going to survive or not. I float over to him, it, and give it a hug. It hugs me back. I float away and it speaks in a horrible nasty voice."You have five minutes."

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Five Minutes?

Five minutes of life.
Five minutes of life.
Five minutes of life.
Wow.

I can't believe that I only have five minutes left, but I know that I will take every second of it. Death dissapears, and I am back in the Arena, around the fighting.

The Arena Post-Hermione

Chaos at the Bloodbath. Takeba has taken my Trident and is slashing away at people with it. She killed me. Four minutes and "32 seconds left", my head tell me. So I use it.

Takeba

I stand up on my good leg and limp over to Takeba. I grab her wrist, and with all my strength, pull her to me. My lips meet hers and I kiss her so passionately that I am sure the feeling is tangible, floating in the air above us. My lips form around hers, and she finally pulls away. I rub her face, and whisper,[/color]"Thank you", in her ear.[/size]

The Rest

I turn to Topaz, and smile. Then I see Gerrard, Timothy, Nash. Everyone stares at me, and stops fighting for just a second.[/color]"Thank you all,, may the odds be ever in your favor, and please, I beg of you, don't forget Hermione Easteallas, District 7 female. . . . .T-T-Tribute"

Final Goodbyes

I start feeling weak, and my knees buckle under me. My broken knee cracks, and my leg falls sideways.[/color]"Goodbye", I whisper as I die.

Family

My father will be laughing now, considering he bet against me. My mother will cry. My siblings won't remember me, they are too young. I wonder what they are doing right now, watching their daughter die.

The Grand Finale

I wonder as I wander out under the sky, how I am was killed, who killed me, and now, I know I die.

I wonder as I wander out above my tread, will Heaven or Hell hold me tight now that I am. . . . .dead.

I fall back into unconsciousness, and see my old friend Death holding open a gate for me, a golden gate. His black cloak turns white, his hood replaced by a halo. I hear a voice that sends a rush of comfort over me, for the first time in days, and it tells of happiness for eternity, and love, and peace. I suddenly realize where I am going, for I didn't kill anybody. I did nothing wrong. Then the voice says one last thing to me.

"Welcome to Heaven, Hermione Easteallas, District 7 Tribute"


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[Lulu]

With a surge of delight Topaz watched the blood spurt up from the wound she had just inflicted on the male tribute...Gerrard, she thought his name was. The golden color of her trident was splattered with crimson liquid, but Topaz rather liked the way it looked. Dangerous. Lethal.

Way better than that freaking bow.

She noticed an empty water jug and snatched it up, knowing full well how useful it would be as time went on. There was nothing more vital than fresh water in this arena, since you could die within days without it. Stuffing it into her bag, she lifted her trident again, poised to attack Gerrard. He'd just left a small cut on her right thigh. That loser.

[attacks Gerrard, spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[shallow cut right calf, 3.5]

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