The Orchard | Gorim

[chaseee]

Rules

**Make one intro post before fist attack.
**Only attack once per post.
**Only use the weapons listed below, with the exception of your own hands.
**You may only have one weapon at a time.

Weapons Available

**Hands/Feet
**1 bow/6 arrows
**2 swords
**1 dart gun
**1 axe
**2 spears
**Rocks of various sizes (scattered across arena)
**Apples/oranges (trees growing around arena)

Chance Dargins

I had no particular idea what I was doing. Taking a walk, idiot! Any normal person would have answered. Well thank you, Captian Obvious. This thought brought a small smile to my surgically altered lips. It sounded nothing like what I would say, if I were in my right mind. But I wasn't. Thanks to my pessemestic boss. So what if I had made stocks go down? He still had the building. Still had the business! But I had been fired anyway.

So here I was, taking a walk on the outskirts of the Capitol, wondering why in the hell I was acting so strange. I tried to remember what had happened in his office, but the more I focused on it, the more blurry it became. Oh well, I thought. That was done and over. This was now.

Not being a particularly bright, or observant person, I didn't notice the sounds of the butsling city fading behind me, or that I had reached a large cluster of trees. It wasn't the open forest surrounding the Capitol (Chance would never be able to make it to the electricuted gate in a few hours), but it was pretty close.

Suddenly, my surroundings snapped into focus, just like that. I was in a pretty little orchard, there were about ten trees that were filled with, it looked like apples and oranges, and there was another person standing to the side of the small clearing I was in. Now how in the hell had I known that. Just call it my amazing Capitolite senses.

The person would have to be a Capitolite, just like me right? There was no way a common district citizen would be able to pass the highly-dangerous gate that wrapped around the entire city. But if they were from here, why on earth would they be out here so late? And so far? I thought I had a good excuse. Maybe this person had a better one.

Unhesitantly, I stepped forward, towards this new person, holding out my hand. My usual demeanor when meeting a new person. Maybe I had a new attitude, but the Chance I knew (and I knew him quite well, mind you) always greeted someone he didn't know. So I did.

"Why hello there. My name is Chance. Would you mind telling me yours?"

[Gorim]

Moa Gaffe snuck into the orchard in search of fruit. Among the Wanderers, scurvy was a real issue, so things like oranges were a god-send. Particularly since they were the only citrus fruit Viktor, her traveling companion, would eat. Picky eaters normally don't last long in the wild, but exceptions like the incredibly large Russian existed.

As she picked oranges from the trees and put them in her pouch, she heard someone walk into the clearing. She spun around and froze, face to face with a Capitolite.

Bile rose in her throat. The man was, quite frankly, a horrific sight to behold. Capitol fashions had made him barely human-looking; his face was probably a far cry from his original look, and certainly a far cry from any human Moa had seen recently.

He saw her and walked over. As he approached, Moa's hand reached slowly for her knife. She swallowed; as far as she knew, she and Viktor were still actively wanted by the Capitol, and while most Capitolites were blissfully unaware of anything that occurred outside their comfort zones, it was always possible...

"Why hello there. My name is Chance. Would you mind telling me yours?" He held out his hand for me to shake. Moa looked at him with suspicion that was probably quite blatant.

"Moa," she said slowly, her hand still twitching for her blade.

[chaseee]

Chance Dargins

In the future, I would always grope for a way to describe why I reacted the way I did. Maybe it was the way her hand twitched towards her knife. Maybe it was the way she glared at me, as if I were something particularly nasty on the bottom of her shoe. But, for whatever reason it was, I lost all control.

I felt boiling rage sweep over me, shaking my figure as if I were facing Arctic winds. I was confused at this sudden change of heart. I recalled breifly how, just a second ago, I was going to shake hands with her and become friends. She surely wanted to be friends with me, right? Well I did not care.

I glanced around, surprised. There was an odd assortment of weapons just lying around, some of them already used (I was particularly fascinated by the amount of blood on the axe blade), and I had to wonder, who would be killing in the Capitol. The answer hit me like lightning, as if it had already been implanted into my mind. They were starting another rebellion. Well, well, this is not good at all, I thought. I would surely have to march right up to the office of President Snow himself and tell him. He would surely beleive me, he would probably even be my friend once he realizes how trustworthy I am.

Well no matter. I had something else I needed to focus on. I would kill this silly little girl and be on my merry way, carrying important news with me.

I ignored the sharp blades. I did not want to hurt her that bad... yet. I strolled up to the nearest orange tree, picking one of the bright fruits off a branch. Turning back to the girl I said, "Would you like an orange?" With a small smile on my face, I strolled up to her, pulling my arm back. With a glance into her confused eyes, I swung as hard as I could.

Attacks Moa
[dice=200+7000]
Broken Left Shin || 7 Damage

Well the shot went a little low, but at least I got a good hit. I grimaced as I heard a bone crack beneath the fruit. I had no idea I was that strong. When I looked back up at her though, I forced my lips to turn up, a look of grim satisfaction. "Well that's gonna make it a little hard to walk now isn't it?"

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[Gorim]

Moa snarled a shocked curse as her bone shattered. Looking up at the man with rage, shock and pain bubbling up inside her.

"Son of a-" she croaked, stumbling back. She grabbed a spear and bared her teeth.

"I should have attacked you on the offset," she snarled. "You're all the same." She swung, leaning heavily on her right leg.

Her swing hit home on his right arm, digging deep, maybe even slicing through muscle.

[dice=200+3000]

[Deep gash on right bicep: 8 damage points]
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[chaseee]

Chance Dargins

I let out a yowl of pain. The sound was... inhuman. It scared me to the core. I threw aside the orange, looking around for a better weapon. There was no way I would be able to do anymore major damage with my cut. My eyes were drawn by a silvery flash. The blood-stained axe. Well that was just perfect.

I dove for the hefty weapon before she could register what I was doing. My hand grasped the handle, and I shouldered it. Sharp pain shot through my right arm. It was worth the pain. This girl was going to die by my hand, very soon.

Attacks Moa
[dice=200+11000]
Deep Gash on Cheek || 8.5+7=15.5

The axe swung a bit higher than I would have liked. I was hoping for the throat. Make a nice little slit across the front. But no. It had gone high and left a gash on her cheek. Well that just would not do. So instead of backing down and running home like any other normal Capitolite would do, I readied myself for another blow.

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[Gorim]

The pain of the cut was nothing compared to her leg. That was pain. And in comparison, she doubted anything he would dish out would be quite as painful.

She gripped the spear in her hand and stabbed forward, aiming for his legs, as a way of pay back

Spear: [dice=200+3000]

Her stab paid off. The head buried itself into his thigh. She wrenched it out of his leg roughly.

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[chaseee]

Chance Dargins

"You stupid bitch!" I gasped in pain as the she wrenched the spear head out of my flesh. I had never experienced this kind of hurt. It was a pain totally beyond my comprehension. How did I get myself into this? This girl would die, of course, but I was not getting out of this inscathed.

If she had only agreed to be my friend, I thought. Of course she would have wanted to be my friend, I kept telling myself. I refused to beleive otherwise. Because if she hadn't why did she bother with me in the first place? It was obvious she was going to lose, yet she stood there and fought. She probably wants to salvage the remaining peices of our friendship. I shook my head at the thought. It was too late for that. Way too late. She should not have reached for her knife.

My lips parted, and a terrifying cackle escaped through them. Well that was just odd. And very unlike me. I would never laugh at pain. Never. Even as a small child, getting papercuts, the thought of blood and bruises frightened me. I glanced down at the wound. Another laugh, tinged with hysteria. Maybe I should see a phsyciatrist when this is over, I thought. Yes, I would do that. Because I was obviously loosing my grip on my sanity. And that was not good. No, not in the least bit.

I gazed into the face of my prey (I felt giddy at the thought of myself as a large bird, swooping down on a small mouse), and I could feel the fire in my eyes. She would pay for the pain she caused me. "Take it all, slut!"

Attacks Moa
[dice=200+11000]
Deep Gash on Right Bicep

I smiled widely as the blade sliced into her skin, leaving a large red trail behind. The blood began to pour from the wound. Well there ya have it. Another serious injury caused by Chance Dargins. I think I could get used to this, A small voice in the back of my head said. I shook off the thought. No, no. Killing was bad. I was only going to do it here to teach this girl a lesson. She deserved it.

And with that thought, I hefted the axe onto my shoulder yet again, preparing for another attack.

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[Gorim]

In addition to actually doing a rather hefty amount of damage to her, the man was actually starting to scare her a little bit. The things he was yelling definitely suggested he needed serious help...

"You know," she said briskly, smirking and twirling her spear like a baton. "Once you're in the hospital, maybe you should check out the mental institution there."

Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]


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