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[Skylar]

Ocean Jones

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

Two blue eyes protruded from a girl's head, sweat beading down her face and leaving a salty taste in her mouth as she licked her lips. A green headband stuck to her neck with drying blood, a natural glue when it came down to it. One leg was bent, the toes gently brushing the ground, a bone threatening to escape from her skin at any moment. She'd managed to make her way to the dead body, taking everything that he had and more.

A hammer. She had two other weapons already, but in her eyes, she could take more, she could always take more.

A backpack. A bright neon green color and nothing that would help her, but she had to have it, what if she got so many items that her other bag just couldn't hold it all?

A jacket. Who knew what she could use it for. Clothing, of course. Bandages, maybe. Warmth, probably.

An empty water jug. It was empty, so were her other two, once she filled them, she'd have plenty of water. She could splash it on people? Ha, unlikely.

And then a filled water jug. It was safe, Ocean knew it was, for when she was checking the trap, she could see him take a drink of it. Had he died from that? No.

And finally, all of his external clothes. The headband, the shirt, the pants, the socks, the shoes. Everything but the underpants. She didn't want to see that even when she believed she was in love, let alone now that she knew she wasn't and he was dead.

It was what she received from killing the one person that trusted her. In her mind, the sympathetic Ocean wished to cradle the body, to hold him and sing a little lullaby that would surely be off key for she couldn't hear her own voice. Was she the sympathetic Ocean that everyone used to see her as? No. She was a bloodthirsty killer that didn't give a shit about what was happening and how she felt. Pain was pain. Death was death. Love was nothing. And Ocean wasn't Ocean. Or was she? Had she all this raging jealousy and anger that she'd never let out to spend in her short life span in the Arena, or had the lack of blood exposure as a child caused this? In fact, did it matter? No.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter.

Nothing matter, love didn't matter, pain didn't matter, what she used to be didn't matter, nothing mattered. Nothing except surviving. Surviving would be almost impossible for the girl, but now that she'd bloomed into a black petaled flower, she looked ahead. She looked ahead to living. Not dying. The purple seed used to think that death was the only option, but through germination, the seed had grown up to see that the future was unknown, and that it could bend it to what it wanted.

And this flower was Ocean.

Eventually, she hopped, limped, made her way to a shaded area and rested her back against the trunk of a tree. The sun was nearing the horizon, and she felt that she wouldn't sleep. That she couldn't sleep. She had to see who died, to see that she actually did kill them.

A handful of leaves were grabbed from a nearby bush, one that she'd picked from earlier, and she rubbed it on her neck wound, which had opened during the fight against Trace.

[rubs plant on neck wound again]
[dice=7]

The same soothing sensation rushed over her neck, one that had been with her the first time she'd put the plant in the wound, and she knew she'd feel better soon.

She needed something to do, and finally settled on trying to work out a plan. Or think of people to kill.

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[shrimp]

I run after her.

But slowly, she fades from my view. She becomes transparent, almost like a shadow. And then, she's gone.

Where did Hermione go? Was it some capitol muttation that I was chasing? Damn it. I can't call out for her. Somebody might hear me, and come to attack. And I don't want to die. Not here, not now.

So I wait for my allies to come. But it's quiet. Are they here? What happened to them? Did they get lost or something? But as the day drags on, there's still no sign of them.

I walk around a bit, looking to and fro, trying to find them. Are they hiding in a tree? No, I doubt any of them can climb - except for Hermione.

It's night already. I hear trumpets, and I look up.

No. It can't be.

They're all dead. All of them. How-how did this happen? They're agile, they're smart - and they're... dead. DAMN IT!

I start to sob. They're all gone. All of their souls, their personalities, their flaws. All of it - gone. It's just not fair. Not fair at all.

Tears are silently running down my cheeks as I continue to walk. I'm about to walk through a bush, when I see a face.

I jump behind a bush. Oh my god. A tribute is here? Well, it's a creek, so lots of people are going to come over. But wait... it's that deaf girl... what's her name? Ocean? Yeah, that's it. Ocean. And she's got a lot of items now. And there's a... body? It's that D5 guy. Weren't they allies? Oh god, she killed him.

But she's deaf. So she can't hear me. I could kill her now, and she wouldn't even notice.

Will. Are you sure you want to do this?

No subconscious, I'm not sure. But she has to die. At least if she dies, my survival wouldn't be for nothing.

And I jump out of the bush, and run towards her

[attacks Ocean w/a Sword b/c he has stealth]
[dice=200+1000]
Miss

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[Skylar]

Ocean flees.

She can't because of the knee, right?

[dice=200+6000]
deep gash on right thigh. 8.0 damage

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[shrimp]

didn't you flee?

She cuts my right thigh. It hurts really badly. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Now I'm going to have to actually fight her.

What is she to me anyway? Just another tribute? Yes, she is.

And like it or not, she must die.

attacks Ocean w/aSword: [dice=200+1000]
Block

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[Skylar]

Ocean was done with it. She wouldn't give up. Never. She pulled the hammer from her bag and slung it.

Hammer.
[dice=200+7000]
bruised right femur. 3.0 damage.

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[shrimp]

The girl hits my thigh with the hammer. And it hurts, but not as much as the deep gash that's right next to where she hit me. It's bleeding profusely, I'm going to need to do something about that.

But not now, not when Ocean is trying to kill me.
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
shallow cut on left calf

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[Skylar]

[dice=200+3000]
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[shrimp]

Will flees. Bye Ocean.

Oh god, the pain is unbearable. The right side of my body is killing me, bleeding all over the place. This isn't good. Not good at all.

I have to get out of here. Right now.

[[Ree]craft]

Ember Milan

Lemon tree very prettyAnd the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor melon
Is impossible to eat.
I sit back on my heels and take a breath in and let it out. Follow the plan, I tell myself. Follow the plan. And I know what it is clearly. In my hand I clutch a knife. My new life. Haha it rhymes. I snort. So many aspects of this games sound so funny.

Mercury is here. Luyu is here. Jonathan is here. We’re all here for one single purpose. I don’t take pleasure in the purpose but it’s necessary. Very necessary. If I want to survive, and I do. I straighten my legs and look around at my allies.

“Well, lets get on with this.” I don’t like either of them. Mercury or Luyu, though I don’t know Luyu well enough to judge. But Mercury… To sadistic. It’s a good thing though. I won’t have any problems watching her die. I finger the tip of my knife delicately with the tip of my finger. I try not to think about the deed I’m about to commit. It’s not hard. The lemon tree song starts to play in my head and nothing else happens in my brain that I’m aware of.

A stir. There she is Ocean Jones. Time to kill.

Shallow cut on stomach 4.0
[dice=200+2000]

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[cameron]

Luyu Nimmons

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Luyu followed the two girls all the way from the Cornucopia. She didn't make a noise as she ran, silent from years of experience in the act of running. She didn't exactly try to not make sounds, but it just...happened.

And when she saw the deaf Tribute, the one she had knocked off of the treadmill, this was no different. She continued her sprint at the girl, and lunged at her with her sword.

[Attacks Ocean Jones]
[dice=200+1000]
Deep gash on chest, 9.5

The sword slashed through Ocean's bloody orange shirt, ripping flesh from her chest and slinging it onto the ground nearby. Luyu smirked in approval, and began to cackle maniacally. Luyu's manic blue eyes resembled the girl's name during a tsunami.

She walked past the girl, whose body lay limp where she had left her, and stepped towards the girl's items. Luyu grinned widely when she saw all the items surrounding her -- there was almost more here than at the Cornucopia. The deaf girl had gotten busy. It was quite pleasing to Luyu.

She bent over and placed a few of the items in her satchel. The items include one filled safe water jug, one rope, one cat o' nine tails, one bloody orange shirt, and one pair of dark grey socks.

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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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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Ocean Jones.

Some wimp 14 year old girl who seemed to already have a few kills under her belt judging by the blood upon her weapons. It seemed odd to Mercury, how such a girl could be a killer..But this was the Hunger Games. And stuff like that happened.

Mercury wanted so badly to attack her as she spotted her from a distance, though she didn’t have a weapon and her alliance had little means of killing her.

Oh...

Mercury stared in anger towards the spot where the girl stood, angry at the world and the Games for the fact that she didn’t have a weapon yet. Except.. Almost as if by magic, a parachute came flying down with something attached to it. And not just one. Two. Rushing towards the items, she looked at them and at her alliance, and took one of the knives.

I love it when I get what I want.. She smiled at the thought and almost instantaneously she started running towards the girl. It was to her dismay to see that both of her alliance members had already reached her, and she was, in face, dead.

"DAMN You already killed her? Damn.." She said, though she tried not to sound too angry about it because it was never a good idea to be too violent towards your alliance members. This WAS the Games, after all..

It didn't matter. At any moment other tributes could be at that very spot, so they had to leave quickly. It had all happened so fast. The girl was gone, dead. And they had to leave. Right then. But before she did so, she looked down and smiled at the weapon that the little girl had retrieved.

A spear.

..Surely that was enough payment for not getting the chance to kill the girl. Picking it up, she tossed it around in her hands and then looked up at her alliance members.

"Let's go."

She was almost going to turn to flee, before she stopped and realized something. Blood.. There was blood everywhere..

With a wide smile still sitting upon her face, she walked over to the once-alive Ocean Jones, dipped her fingers in the girl's blood, and painted it upon her face.

And then they were gone.

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[[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.
Luyu killed her. I couldn't stay to watch. I squeezed my eyes shut as the song played in my head over and over again. When I open my eyes there isn't much of a difference. All I see are lemons and lemon flowers.

"Fruit of the poor lemon, oh hahaha," I cry, tears streaking down my cheeks. "Was impossible to eat!" I don't glance down at the girls body. What was her name, Lemon? What district. Flower? No, I can't think right now, I can't feel. Sometimes craziness is a blessing.

I realize I'm on my knees and I force myself back to a standing position. I look around and find some of Lemon's, I mean Ocean's, old stuff. I grab all I can and trust my allies to get the rest. Right now I'm not capable of much logical thought. The best I've done is think to get Ocean's stuff.

I stumble away, tears flying from my eyes and burning against my cheeks.

Get used to this, says a voice in my mind. You're going to be here a while.

Edit: I made this post to soon, and if I could delete it I would but....

[Bane]

Emma Jenning-
As I stagger through the trees around the creek once again I stumble upon a fight. My team is broken, my partner is dead. I see bodies starting to litter the ground and gag as I pull out my bow. At least I can still fight. Or can I? I'm so badly injured, I'm lucky I can move. Can I move? The world starts spinning and I hear a voice. 'Never solve anything with violence.' Yeah, that's going to work real well.

I notch an arrow and choose my target. Then all I can do is let the arrow fly. I'm not sure who I'm even aiming at. All I know is that this is worse then I could have possibly imagined.

((Attacks Luyu Nimmons))
Bow: [dice=200+4000]
Miss, arrow broken

(Since I've left the bloodbath, every shot has been a miss...)

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[cameron]

Luyu Nimmons

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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
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She watched as the crazy girl -- as if that separated any of them from another -- dipped her fingers in the once-living Tribute's blood and smeared it across her face. It was a strange action, really.. Was she showing respect to the girl? Or was she simply as mad as a hatter?

An answer never came for Luyu, for a girl popped up from behind a bush and shot an arrow at her. Luckily, the girl seriously sucked at archery, and she broke her arrow. Luyu cackled wildly at the sight; the girl had the nerve to attack a group of four, setting herself up for a four-on-one fight, and she couldn't even shoot an arrow without breaking it. This would be easy.

Luyu jumped forward and lunged at the girl with her sword, laughing all the while.
[Attacks Emma Jenning]
[dice=200+1000]
-Deep gash on right bicep, 8.0 damage-

Her sword entered the girl's arm, blood instantly spilling onto the ground around her. The girl looked near death before Luyu had attacked; she could not last much longer. She would have to bleed out soon.

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

ooc: So, yeah, Emma is dead.

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[kitsune]

Joshua Thaddeus Rowan was not lost.

His dark eyes flicked about his surroundings uneasily; though his frantic pace to flee the Cornucopia had slowed, he still kept up an easy lope, half-afraid that if he stopped moving for more than a few seconds he would trigger an unseen trap of the Gamemakers. Though he followed the curving path of the creek closely, he was painfully aimless; he was certain that his alliance had come this way. Absolutely certain.

Probably.

But either way, he wasn’t lost. If he was, his good fortune at escaping the Bloodbath unscathed would mean absolutely nothing; with no weapons and no powerful, intimidating allies to watch his back, he’d probably bumble into death within twenty-four hours.

But it didn’t matter, because he was absolutely not lost.

In an attempt to occupy his increasingly panicky mind, he’d started to pay close attention to the plants thriving in the muddy side of the creek. Several he recognized from the edible and medicinal plants station back at the training station; perhaps once he’d joined the rest he’d take the time to harvest some. Joshua wasn’t particularly hungry at the moment - after catching glimpses of the slaughter, the last thing on his mind was eating - and he was currently unharmed, but it couldn’t hurt to have them on hand.

Several more minute passed, and still no sign of Ember, Mercury, or Luyu. Joshua bit his lip, but he was only mildly surprised. Mercury’s sanity might have been questionable - she was a volunteer, after all, and was obviously out for blood - but Ember and Luyu were downright psychotic. Who knew where they were. The tribute stopped for a second, pressing a palm to his forehead as he considered what to do next, but the off-kilter sound of Luyu Nimmon’s laughter interrupted his pondering. The cackle was followed by a sickening squelchy sound, like someone plunging a knife into a particularly juicy watermelon. What the hell could that pyromaniac be up to?

He followed the sound, trepidation growing until he finally came across the scene: the District 3 volunteer was there, of course, but there were two bizarre lumps lying close to Luyu.

“Holy...” Joshua breathed. Apparently, carnage was not exclusive to the Bloodbath on the first day.

He didn’t recognize the girl that Luyu had apparently just slain, but he stared at it for several moments. The shock eventually faded enough for him to stare at it with a clinical sort of interest; though his ally had landed the death blow, this particular tribute had obviously suffered some previous damage. Perhaps she’d had a difficult time escaping from the initial battle. He couldn’t even recall the girl’s district, but they would see it in the sky soon enough.

As for the other the body…

Joshua’s jaw tightened at the sight of Ocean battered and bloodied, her sparrow-wing hair splayed out carelessly; all he could think of was the painful concentration and dedication she’d demonstrated when she’d picked glass from Trace Rowgan’s arm during training. It really shouldn’t have surprised him that the deaf girl was dead already - the District 12 tributes were almost definitely domed - but he hadn’t expected to actually see her when she was dead.

He swallowed and averted his gaze, staring instead at his shoes. Joshua wanted to ask Luyu if she‘d killed Ocean or if the other girl had, but instead he could barely manage, “Where’d the others go?”