Fe/Males of War [[Cam, Semper, Shrimp, Sky!]]

[Prince Inigo]

Welcome to the jungle, ladies and gents. This is a practice run for the Cornucopia, so you must duel as such.

• Make an intro post; two paragraphs at the minimum; no attacks in.
  
• You cannot attack a person that has not made an intro.
  
• Must do only an unarmed post at first to get your weapon.
  
• Pick up your weapon after you do the unarmed post. For this run, you can pick whatever you want.
  
• All fighting should be, at least, two paragraphs.
  
• You can only make your move again after three people have posted, with one not being your alliance member. (Don't worry so much about this, as this is a four-way)
  
• Death at 40 HP
  
• Fleeing is allowed. This is a test run. When trying to flee, you cannot use an attack then flee.
  

Weather is chilly at 76 degrees with a slight wind. Have fun!

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Landing on the ground from the travel in the tubes, the girl of purple hair stood there, a back straight and true. Her feet shifted against the dirt, and the eyes surveyed the scenery. Three other people, whoever they were, were to begin dueling under such nice weather, the wind caressing their cheeks. The sun basked them all quite nicely, giving each and everyone one a glow that seemed eerily horrifying. They were all set ablaze, and not one bit of energy within her escaped without it being placid. Attempts to remain calm were unnecessary. Fake smiles formed on her softly-tanned face, almost like a doll's.

A hand went to the locket around her neck, cold as an icicle's touch. She would have opened the safeguard of her heart to revel in the pictures; yet, with the gong about to ring, the tenseness in the air, she had deemed this not the best moment. Perhaps later, when the urgency dissipated, could the purple-haired maiden find some alcove to take a peek within. This was the closest thing to emotion, as she thought. Nothing on her face could express truth, the girl pounded in her head.

Our own truth is escapism into the wind.
3...

We hold self-evident the beauty of life before the bone.

2...

May we all find our bounding happiness in the events beyond our control...
1...

Dong!

Takeba Suzumi took off, circuiting fast towards the center.

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[shrimp]

The tunnel seems endless, trapping me within a small, dark space that will go on forever. I wonder if I'll never see the light again. But still, it ends too soon. I feel a gust of cool air, causing the hairs on my arm to stand up in shock. It's a jungle. Greenery of every shade of green, blowing in the wind. We're in a clearing though. All around us, a wall of foliage blocks our view from seeing whatever is beyond.

And in the center of the clearing, stands the cornucopia. It's gleaming golden metal shines brightly in my eyes, the sun trying to prevent me from escaping this fight alive. There's three other tributes here. All of us must fight. All of us can escape, but that's not likely.

6...5...4...

I think of my mother. Is she watching me right now? She has to be. This is probably mandatory viewing. But I can't stop to think of my district now. That's the past. This, this is the future.

3...2...1...

Dong!

And I run towards the cornucopia, hoping that the odds will be in my favor.

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[semper]

bear Keeni

So I had been Reaped for these damn Games. I had seen this all on the TV many, many times before: once the gong rings, it's a f***ing free-for-all. Now, my life is pretty much a sick obsession, but this -- this was hell on earth. Forget all those severed limbs and dead bodies I could gather for a meal later on; there would be people out there after me. This time the hunter had now become the hunted, and I didn't like this one bit. To be honest, it actually scared me -- for once.

I stood tall as I boarded the platform that would take me up to the arena. So what about these bitches? I'll plow them over to the best of my ability and own. Hopefully. I'll live through this; the things I've done, I should be able to handle this -- should? No. I can handle this. So as the platform rises, I brace myself, ready as I'll ever be for anything. When I reach the top, there's a jungle -- or at least what I think is a jungle. Other Tributes are scattered about -- the bitches -- and they looked scared to me, even though I couldn't see half their faces. My entire body tensed as the mental countdown began until the gong. What the hell was I supposed to get? I looked around, spotting some weapons here and there, finding nothing I could really use. Oh well; I'd just have to make do with whatever I got my hands on.

And as soon as the gong ran, I was off.

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[Skylar]

ocean jones.

I was perfect imperfect, and I'd stay that way. There'd been not one time in my life where I wasn't labeled as strange or weird because of how I acted, or because I was the mayor's daughter and had a misleading reputation of being snobby and arrogant. So, as the tube around me slowly sent vibrations up my legs, I could see the blackness in front of my eyes slowly fade to a brown, autumn temperature Arena.

There's a slight wind, and my hair sweeps in front of my eyes. Others stand around me, and I have absolutely no way of knowing when to run than when the other tributes take off.

So I stand, seeing the Careers smile, the 12 year olds cry, and the neutrals, the outcasts, like me, stand expressionless. I kiss my hand, I kiss the rope after pulling it out my pocket, and begin to take my first

[Prince Inigo]

Dashing to the center, Takeba alternatively breathed deeply in through the nose and out the mouth, the proper breathing practice for extensive exercise. Colors blurred and meshed to strange shades, and the one-distinguishable objects and people were smudged, as if an eraser tried to banish them but failed immensely. Purple eyes scanned the floor, searching for items she desired, quickly, adrenaline rushing with horrible dread. Whilst exhaling, the girl could hear the heartbeat deep inside, beating madly. The feel of urgency was propelling a different emotion than calmness, and it slightly scared her.

Takeba laid eyes on a set of throwing knives. They called to her, inviting the sense of nostalgia back at District 4. The days where she would whittle were gone; now was the time to fight. The girl saw someone near what she desired, and, with closed eyes and biting a bit of the lip, thought: I sincerely apologize for my actions today and at this moment, dear Tribute peer. I hope no hostility or animosity can be present between us in the future.

She struck at the person.

[Takeba attacks Will Atlus [Unarmed]]
Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]
Broken Right Knee

I am terribly sorry for the damage I have caused.

She took the set of throwing knives, frowning.

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[shrimp]

Damn it.

I've tripped over a small rock on my dash to the cornucopia. I land hard on the ground. But I can't stay still. Staying still equals death in the arena. I quickly spring back up, and somehow make my way to the Cornucopia without being noticed.

But as soon as I'm in a 10 yard radius from the golden horn,

CRACK

The District 4 girl is suddenly there, and she punches my right knee. It hurts like hell. I can barely move, I think she broke it.

But I have to fight now. I need to get something, anything from this Bloodbath.

And I, Will Atlas, cannot die here. Not now, when the show's just begun.

I spy a knife lying within reach, but someone's already there. So I quickly throw a punch to reach it.

[attacks Bear]
Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]
Miss

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[semper]

There was madness everywhere. We were hardly ten seconds into the damn thing and already people were attacking each other, raking their nails like claws and swinging their fists like clubs. This barbaric scene unfolding all around me had a terribly thick atmosphere, making me feel as though I couldn't move quite as fast despite how quickly I thought I was going. A foreign sense of panic gnawed at my core as my eyes scanned the ground as quickly as I could, trying to find something to defend myself with.

And then someone attacked me. My entire body tensed, unable to respond quick enough to the messages pulsing from my brain to move, but thankfully the attacker missed me. What the hell had that been for? I had done nothing to t-- oh. They were just going after the knives. But still, that damn kid had tried to attack me, and I did not like it. Clenching my hands into fists, I swung them at the runt.


[attacks Will]
Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]
Bruised right foot


And somehow, I managed to bruise his foot. Odd place to hit, yeah; but at least I had attacked him. It didn't matter at this point because something had caught my eye -- something shiny. Metallic, silver, and shiny: an axe. Screw that kid, I wanted that damn axe, so I dove for it, sweeping it up into my hands to wield it. I was no longer defenseless -- I could actually attempt to kick some ass now.

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[Skylar]

Chaos ensued, as expected, and Ocean was left in the middle of things, with nowhere to go, nothing to hear, and nothing to grab at. It seemed that whatever she wanted to get was out of reach. She desperately tried to get an axe, only to be picked up by a larger male. She ran around, the wind tickling her ears, yet letting nothing that was even remote to a sound in. A long, gleaming sword caught her eye, and there was one girl in the way. Ocean wasn't one to fight, but she was going to win, and she needed a weapon, right?

takeba.
[dice=200+5000]

She scooped up a long cutlass and prepared for more battle.

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[Prince Inigo]

Under all the madness, Takeba had managed to avoid sustaining one assault; however, next she regained information of surrounds, her body was on the floor, thrown down by a small girl from District 12. She was still in pretty good shape, regardless of feeling a bout of coldness, and jumped back on feet, holding a knife in her hand. A sharp tool, good for practical applications and biting into warm skin and flesh. Everything was in chaos, she could attest to others, and the Arena wars had started. the person purple-haired girl had attacked was aiming for someone else.

Holding back shame for attacking - and breaking - a stranger's knee and having her free will snatched in duress, Takeba pointed a knife at the earlier girl, expressing non-heartfelt sorrow. It was the best emotion she could muster from the depths of her heart; though she did truly feel sorry, she could hardly showcase it in actual face. The moment did not call for words. The fifteen-year old Tribute had to silence her voice to survive.

She slashed at the air, hesitantly.

[Takeba attacks Ocean [Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Back

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[shrimp]

The other guy punches my foot. It's not that hard, but it'll probably bruise later. It's all chaos now. We're scrambling to get back onto our feet. We need to fight, or nothing good will come out of this battle.

I somehow get to the knife. In one smooth move, I scoop the knife up, and hold it in a defensive position.

Just try and attack me now bitches.

I suddenly feel the need to inflict some damage. I have to make someone suffer at this point, because I need to get out of here soon. And I don't want to have to do this for nothing.

I swipe at the nearest person, aiming for damage.

[attacks Takeba w/knife]
Knife: [dice=200+2000]
Miss

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[semper]

Now that I had the axe in my hands, I was ready to fight, but nothing came to me. They were all busy slashing and cutting each other, and I was completely out of the picture for the most part. This confused me; was it a good or bad thing that I had been forgotten? Probably both. I figured I was the only one uninjured at this point, and that surprised me. Oh well. Time to get onto some bitches.

Now came the trouble of choosing my target. All of them really pissed me off for no reason, but there was that little kid -- what's her face. She had tried to get my axe, too, which made my jaw tighten. Damn girl.... she now annoyed me. I wanted her dead. A good, slow, painful death, and then I would eat her. Hell yeah; the arena didn't seem so dull anymore.


[attacks Ocean (axe)]
[dice=200+11000]
Shallow Cut on Left Forearm

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[Skylar]

Ocean Jones let out a small yelp of pain as a blade sliced her back. It was the girl she'd just pushed down to get her weapon, and Ocean felt stupid as she realized that it would've been easy for her to get up. It was strange, for Ocean was already changing, as quick as light filled a dark lit room.

As she rose her blade to once more hit the girl, she saw a shiny metallic surface quickly make its entrance and exit into her skin. She saw blood begin to pour, and she like out a growl of both frustration and pain. Ocean took her sword, and without thinking, swung at the boy.

bear.
sword. [dice=200+1000]
shallow cut on neck

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[Prince Inigo]

Justification could not be found. There was no reason to began the slaughter. She had begun the mass hysteria present, and the girl felt truly sorry for the events that had unfolded. Men were fighting women, children fighting technical adults, but blood still sprayed no matter who or what was attacked. Purple eyes watched as crimson dripped and splashed onto the ground, and the District 4 Tribute took and exhaled deep breaths, trying to remain calm against the onslaught of emotion and guilt welling within.

This spectacle of human cruelty belongs to me.
The fault of seeing massive bloodshed is mine alone.

Takeba tried to release the nauseating feeling, gritting teeth. Death was imminent, already around the corner. Someone will be put to eternal rest soon, be he or she a child or adult. Her throwing knives were held onto harder by the hands shaky of erratic, jumpy energy. In a ceremonial-like move, she plunged down on any being nearby.

[Attacks Will [Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Right Hip

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[shrimp]

What did I do? Why is Takeba Suzumi continuously attacking me? Did I say something that wasn't polite? I only attacked her because she broke my right knee, which still hurts like HELL. And on top of that, I missed. Twice. Damn.

I take a split second to look around. This could easily be my last few minutes on this planet. The cornucopia is filled with blood. Bodies are already piling up on the ground. I have to attack somebody. Now.

[attacks Bear, w/knife]

Knife: [dice=200+2000]
miss -facepalm-

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[semper]

That. Little. Bitch. She cut my neck. How the hell did she do that? I'm a f***ing giant compared to her, and she cuts my neck. That little rat! I don't know how the hell that was even possible, even though she had a sword. She was a small kid, for heaven's sake; I was twice her size, and--..... damn her...

Just as I was about to go for that bitch again, someone else struck at me -- and missed. I turned and saw that Will kid had struck at me again. What was his problem, anyway? Missing so much. I quickly shrugged the thought of, turning my shoulder to him. I would deal with him later, but for now, that deaf runt was my priority.


[attacks Ocean (axe)]
[dice=200+11000]
Shallow Cut on Left Hip

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