Washing away the Blood(the exterminators)

[wingsonmyheels]

Anthony Peterson:

There is no physical injury more painful than an oral injury, and my broken jaw had forced me to grind my teeth the whole sprint away from the cornucopia. There was no blood, but a few nerves had gone loose, and the burning white pain seared my mouth. Every time I breathed, a new wave of pain exploded with the cold breath that rolled over my mouth. I tried to talk to myself, and I could still speak, but it still hurt like hell, and was slightly slurred. For some strange reason, I thought about how I would never be as good looking again, I’d never been particularly handsome, but I had always gotten my way with some of the girls, usually because of my way with words. I snapped back to reality, and of course I realized my looks don’t matter right now, and as a little extra motivation I reminded myself what magic they can do in the cosmetics department.

I finally arrived in at the stream, I just stood in front of it as the blood dripped down my leg, I expected to hear an eerie plop but it just silently landed on my sock. The blood that was to light to fall down to earth yet, tickled my leg painfully. Silent and still, I suddenly burst in to action, ripping off my shirt and, using a rock , I managed to rip the sleeves off my shirt so I could rap up my bleeding bicep, wow I just noticed that my arm’s hole goes all the way through. I winced as I tied it up, and then I tied it up again so that the blood doesn’t trip all the way through. I wasn’t being successful though, and if Emma didn’t need show up soon, with her first aid training, I’ll be in a world of hurt, though I’m not sure how much worse it can get.

After I stripped my shirt off, my pants followed and I tried to cut off the pants at the knees, but no knife was gonna help me there. So I slipped into the water and watched the blood travel down stream, the cool water felt like bliss, and I relaxed for a moment. I was afraid of the mutts though, so I had to get moving. So I walked up stream a little bit, trying to confuse somthing with a good sense of smell, becuase the trail will lead up stream and down stream. Finally settling on a spot, I waited for my alliance, while I waiting though I considere taking a drink of the cool, refreshing, water, but I wasn’t sure, so I elected to wait.

[Skylar]

Ocean Jones

^{a million years.
spent without ears.
for a single moment.
death.}

For what had just occurred, Ocean felt as if she'd succeeded. She'd had low expectations from the very beginning. "If you make it through the Bloodbath, well then you'll do good." She'd made it through, well, she dominated, in fact, but now that her adrenaline had been depleted of and no one surrounded her, she felt that she'd both succeeded and lost. Along with making it through the Bloodbath, she'd promised herself that she would hurt the least amount of people as possible. She'd done nothing even similar to that. She had turn into some, into some... bloodthirsty sick killer that didn't give a shit of what other people were feeling. The spear through the stomach, through the arm, through to foot, another one through the stomach. Stab. Blood. Item. Stab. Blood. Item. It seemed to be the routine for Ocean during the Bloodbath, and it all ended when she received a taste of her own medicine.

When one of the females has sliced her neck, and she felt the warm sensation as the blood seeped through her shirt and stuck to her skin. She'd desperately attempted to rid of the blood, wiping ounce by ounce of it from her neck as it emptied. It ultimately lead to a very pale colored skin to go along with her bloodshot face and ridiculous looking uniform. The bleeding had stopped, but with each step that she took as she zoomed through the forest of no life, she could feel the air slice through the cut, and it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Imagine swinging on a swing set, barefoot, the wind weaving its way through each of your toes. Now picture the same thing, but the wind sliding in and out of a whole in your neck. The spear was in her right hand, the tip facing behind her, so that every once in a while, when the shaft would bump into a tree and hit her backside, she'd flinch and think she was being attacked.

She remembered how Trace came running after her just as she had left, and she remembered the fear that seemed to mix in with a large bowl of happiness as she saw him running in her direction. She didn't know whether to stop or yell 'no' or tell him to go faster. There was no doubt that Ocean liked Trace, but she couldn't decide if it was a good or bad decision to stay with him throughout her short life span that remained. Unfortunately, fortunately, whatever you may choose, Trace had came with her, and so they ran. They ran for as long as they could, and the boy with the glass filled arms was with her. Ocean couldn't help but to think if he were to have never fell, the chemistry, the feelings, the possible love, wouldn't be occurring.

Ocean felt no need to try to converse with Trace, for his responses wouldn't be read. Ocean wouldn't be stopping just to turn around and read Trace's lips. If he were saying anything, there was no use. Occasionally, Ocean would let out something like "Trace, I'm death, sorry if I'm not answering like I'm s'posed to." Death. One of the very common accidents that were made as a child as one would mix up the word 'death' and 'deaf'. Ha. Ironic, it was. They were in an Arena, and death would positively slither up the deaf girl's legs and bite her hard in the heart.

Her thoughts eventually drifted to unimportant things. Did she look nice enough for the cameras? Had she lost the one person she'd touched the heart of because of her performance in the Bloodbath? What was her dad doing? Acting sad but secretly celebrating at home? How about the people that she'd hurt, were they out to get her now that they weren't being attacked back to back? No. They couldn't be. They were too hurt. Especially the first girl, she'd left with blood spilling from just about every place possible. One little hit that would cause some damage and the girl would die. No doubt.

***

She hadn't stopped running. She now looked into a running stream of water. It was absolute heaven. It took as much as she could to not stick her face in the water and begin to drink.

She carefully observed her surroundings, locking her eyes on a boy whom she'd attacked in the Bloodbath not too long ago. The boy was bent over, and staring into his back were two eye

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[wingsonmyheels]

Anthony Peterson:

I heard a splash, somthing jumping into the water, then a dribble, a liqued that landing on another. I relized when that sweet sticky smell reached me, the smell that gets stuck in every pore in your body when you too close to it, blood. I turned to see the girl that devestated me at the bloodbath, the deaf girl. The girl from D12, are there any normal kids in that district? Her beady little eyes, were alert and focused, but she also seemed to have an observant appearence. She was in the water focusin on me.

I don't have time for this, I'm slowly dying, does this biotch have to try to help along. She just doesn't get it, she's focused in on the predator senses wounded/weak prey thing, but that's not always the smart thing to do, especially when it's one wounded hyena out of a pack. Her bloodlust and aggression has blinder her, and when your already deaf that ain't good, maybe I can try to calm her down. It's time for my true talent to shine through, my reason, and my logic, I can get her to leave, I got a ten just talking.

"Stop. Breath. Think. I'm wounded yes, but so are you. My alliance isn't 5 minutes behind me, and your not in the best shape. Plus what happens when you do kill me, then my alliance is out for blood, yours. Why don't you just stop and think, I've got nothing you want, the only weapon I have is a whipp, and what are you going to use that for?? Your alliance, however will be devestated, you have loads of items, and you'll be helping us out a ton. I'm just dead weight, so why would you risk it to beat the dead dog.??"



Wait, HOLY CRAP SHE'S DEAF!!! It hit me at once, maybe she reads lips? Her weakness, counters my strength, I just can't catch a break can I??

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[Skylar]

Ocean Jones was one to not pay attention to things when she didn't want to. So when the boy made some type of plea, it seemed, nothing went into her eyes that she saw as important. Seeing someone injured that she cared nothing about, the same bloodthirsty feeling came back.

She didn't care about Trace at the moment. She didn't care about the one person who's heart she touched. She cared about nothing other than death. No matter if it resulted in her's.

She charged out, the spear held high above her head, and it was brought down with great force.

anthony. spear.
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stabbed in eye. instakill.

The spear entered his eye, the boy's body catching on the spear. Ocean yanked it out.

And laughed.

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[Tori]

Clarisse ran towards the water she had seen when she had first stepped off the platform. She knew whatever needs to be done to her wounds and everything would need to be done quickly, because no doubt the other tributes was be heading straight for this spot as well. It seemed to be the only source of water. When she reached the very edge of it, she removed her clothing and threw the rest of her belonging to the side. Rather than step into the water, she used her water jugs to help her rinse off instead. Who knew what creatures might live in there.

Careful not to drink any of the water that she pour on her wounds and hair, she continously filled the jugs up and dumped them. When she finished, she filled up one jug with water and left the rest empty. It took a few minutes for her body to dry, and then she put her clothes back on. Her hair was still wet, so she braided it and then reapplied the headband. Her shirt didn't need to be clean of the blood now on it. Clarisse removed her atheltic shoes and stuck on her new combat boots. But she placed the other shoes in her bag, not wanting to get rid of them.

As she traveled further down, she saw a boy. Her first reaction was to fall to the ground and remain still, but upon closer observation, she saw that he was the one from the training center. Hopefully, he wouldn't attack her, but she'd be ready anyways. As she appraoched, she gripped Occisor hard. "Hey." She called out to them. Not too loud, but making sure he could here her.

Just as he turned her head, she noticed something else a little strange. Another person. A female. The female who's neck she had sliced at the back. Had the other tribute's arrived that quickly already? "Hey, Castor." Clarisse called out to the boy. She didn't know his name still, but they had looked at Castor plants while in the training center. "Watch out!"

As the girl got closer, she yelled out, "What do you want?" It didn't seem to help much, because the girl ignored it. Clarisse raised her falchion, preparing for an attack. It was too late. They had already started fighting and within one hit, Castor was dead. It was just the too girls now. Clarisse threw her backpack to the ground and gripped her falchion with two hands, preparing for a battle.

[Skylar]

Ocean Jones continued to laugh. Staring at the girl whom had stabbed her in the neck at the Bloodbath. She laughed uncontrollably, giggled, snorted. She was going to kill her.

Ocean Jones slipped the spear out of the boy's eye, staring into the blood covered blade. The silver turned into a crimson colored shiny surface, only to be the blood of one's she'd hurt and, now, killed.

She threw it.

clarisse. spear.
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The girl let out a scream of frustration. How? How did she miss? She'd just put a spear through a boy's eye, and now she completely missed the target. "Shit." She stopped screaming, however, and began to laugh again. It was ironic. Totally ironic, and instead of getting frustrated, why not laugh?

"Oh my. You're... lucky. I think that's the word? Lucky. Yup. You are just lucky!"

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[Tori]

Clarisse felt her stomach churn as the deaf girl pulled her spear from Castor's eye. She was laughing hysterically. What a strange emotion indeed. The girl charged at her and threw the spear. Clarisse tried her best to move out of the way. it barely missed her and she realised how dangerous this girl was. "You're crazy." Deaf. That's right. She couldn't hear her anyways. "You'll die by my hand!" Clarisse shouted at the girl as she ran to throw her backpack on her shoulder again. "But you'll have to wait." Since the girl's spear was far away from her at the moment, Clarisse sped off in the opposite direction.

Clarisse has fled. Abandons alliance. Items: (1) falchion, (1) backpack, (2) empty water jugs, (1) full water jug, (1) pliers, (1) combat boots

[wingsonmyheels]

Anthony Peterson: (Switching to 3rd person)

Anthony had always been obsessed with the game. No, not that game, dammit Anthony just lost. He wasn’t sure was why he was being so goofy, he was dying, No, correction, he was dead, this made his dead self giggle. Sarcastic, matter of a fact humor had always made him chuckle, snort, guffaw, Anthony was now laughing so hard his sides were hurting. When he realized this he just started to laugh harder, because he didn’t have any sides! Who the hell was he talking to you? Why did he have the random urge to cuss? Fuck…giggle. Make sense? No, it didn’t to Anthony either, in fact he was so ignorant of what was going on around him that he started to cry, and when his cries got louder, no one heard him, which made him cry louder. Eventually he got violent, and he thrashed around. He was angry when he thrashed, but the thrashing wasn’t hurting him, he had no body. The anger was growing, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he doesn‘t even like those words. He still didn’t feel anything, and he started to cry again. He started to think of his mother, but not in the mature I miss her way, but he started to moan, and call out for her. He thought of his dad, his siblings, and that stray dog he’d never appreciated outside the house. He was an infant again, lost in his own deep black world, not knowing anything, alone, and lonely. Making sense yet? No, it’s not supposed to, because it’s death, and nobody understands it, it’s impossible to understand.

Back to the point, Anthony will not be distracted this time. The why game, Anthony had always been obsessed with it. Basically the way you play is, someone says something and Anthony would ask why. Usually by the fourth question Anthony asked the other person was defining happiness, by question 7 they were in religion. Anthony always said, all someone had to do was answer question 10 and Anthony would convert to religion, he would accept what they said, and take it to heart, but nobody ever gave Anthony an answer after question 7 he respected. But now, Anthony hated that game, he kept trying to touch god, and the little demon voices in the back of his head kept going why, why, why. Anthony, cried some more, and you should pity him, and respect him. But take the warning, never take your favorite activity, and ask yourself why, why do you like it, and don‘t keep asking yourself unit you feel like your going to puke. Why? Because it’ll never go away, that doubt stays with you. It was a shame to because, because Anthony could’ve used god right about now. Because his death wasn’t romantic, or loving, or boring, or dramtic. He didn’t get one last look around, a final speech, not even a smile before his time, he died ugly and plain looking. There was no excruciating pain, in the death, but he didn’t not feel it either, it was just a quick flash of anguish. That was another thing, his life didn’t flash before his eyes, and there was no thought of a song or memory, he didn’t get a final word… it was the death no one wanted, and you know why, because it was real...

[Skylar]

Her laughing died down after seeing the girl flee. She was smart, for, Ocean believed, that anyone else would've attacked back. She was left in a state of shock and anger. Shocked that she'd killed someone and acted so savage over it, as if it were funny, as if the death that had occurred had had the same effect as opening a Christmas present that she thought would be great, but opening it up to a piece of coal.

She looked around, the satchel wrapped tightly around her body. There was water, the blood of the boy causing a steady discoloration in the water. She'd caused that, she'd killed someone. She killed someone. Killed! She didn't injure someone, no, she killed someone. Their life would be no more, they'd live a life of staring into a black void.

With a turn of the head, the airy sound entered her ears and stopped as her moving stopped. She stared down at the boy, carefully making her way towards the body. As nmuch as it would hurt her, the boy could have resources that could be valuable. She noticed a weapon, resembling something with tails. It had a black handle with a group of thin strings with sporadic knots on each of them. They hung loosely, and when she picked it up, she automatically knew it as a weapon. She pulled the satchel in front of her and opened it. She'd got a fair share of items in the Bloodbath, including two water jugs and a fair length of rope.

After placing the rope in the bag, she rinsed the clothes that the boy had taken off and lay them in the water, rinsing out the blood. They could use them as bandages, hopefully. Bandages. She needed them! Ocean thought of what she could use, and eventually settled on the headband. She pulled the headband down her face so that it was around her neck, covering the the hole that had quickly been covered due to a fast growing tissue. The fabric made the cut burn, making Ocean let out a wince in pain, but quickly adjusting.

What else would they, well, she, need? Water. Fire. Food. She knew not where Trace was, and she was both relieved and afraid. With the target on her back, being alone could've been a good thing, or a bad thing. She couldn't betray herself, but she'd be useless if an alliance found her.

She searched, finally landing her hands on a plant that she saw as medicinal. It was one that she'd remembered from Training, from the very small amount of time looking through the books in the station. She was almost positive that the plant was safe, but still, she was a bit hesistant as she rubbed it on her wound, after ripping apart the leaves and letting the juices inside flow.

[rubs plant on wound]
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