Her Blood on Her Clothes [Shrimpeh!]

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Kylie Winter was a nice girl. She never talked back. She followed the rules. She was always the likable worker in the factory. Her clothes became quite popular among the Capitol people. They were known for their effects that came with it. Some would represent the Games, showing off something from each one. She'd design things similar to the outfits that each person wore. Anyways, she was always normal, and never rebellious.

So, when she decided to sneak out of her District, people got worried. Little did they know, Kylie had another thing she loved to do. She clenched her fist as she walked towards the battlefield. It was common knowledge, the battlefield. Everybody knew where it was, and knew it was suicide if you went in there. Or, if you were prepared, it would be a jackpot of people to kill. That was Kylie's past time. To kill innocents, and use their blood as dye. It sounded sick, but that's what got her such fame with her clothing. Yes, the clothing looked like it was actual flesh, with the skin torn back. It was different, weird and colourful, which was exactly what the Capitol liked.

She arrived at a large plateau, a common place for fights, or so she had been told. Nobody was standing on the large rock. She cursed, because not only did she have no target, she had no weapon either (except for a small needle that could be used as a knife).

Then she saw the girl. And prepared her fists.

[[Attacks Shrimp]]
[dice=200+5000]
Bruised Left Knee. 2.5


-OOC:
DMG limit is 40 ?
No intro's muwahaha
I might use knife, at most. Cause Unarmed makes me mad.-

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[shrimp]

Dashica Starr

I'm not lost.

I'm not lost, not lost at all I'll tell you. Well, if I am lost, then it's a good thing that I brought along a sword, a bow with seven arrows and a knife. If there's one thing that Dashica Starr is renowned for, it's that she comes prepared. You can ask any of my co-workers. They'll all say it with a gleam of jealousy lingering in their petty eyes. Ha. They don't know squat about being prepared. Which is why I stormed out of District 3 in a huff today, swiping the sword from the boss' office. He won't miss it. He's too busy making out with some tramp from the bad part of town. Hmph. Whore.

There's a large plateau coming up. It's hot out, so I'm not looking forward to having the sun broiling on my back. But then I see the girl. And she attacks me. And my left knee will officially be bruised for work tomorrow. Fuck.

And when I'm not perfect, I won't get that raise - and my family will be poor forever. Damn this girl. Even I, Dashica Starr, with my irrational fear of failure, knows that this girl will in fact - fail.

I scream - a battle roar perhaps? As I swing my sword at the bitch.

Goodbye - biotch.

[attacks Kylie with a sword]
[dice=200+1000]
Severed Right Ear - 8.0

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[∂αмєη]

-OOC: I wasn't even in character with her o.O EDIT: Oh wait, that's cause it wasn't first person xD Oh well, now it is


Pain. Something I've only ever really experienced once. I accidentally pushed too hard with a needle, and ended up driving it deep into my hand. Stupidest move ever! I broke a nail too. Anyways, here I am, attacking this girl, thinking all she wants to do is die, and instead, she slices my damn ear off. What a bitch?! I need that ear to work. Now people will ask questions when I return home.

I pull the needle from my pocket, and raise it as a knife. I will win, no matter what.

[[Attacks Bitchy Ear Slicing girl]]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Chest. 4.0


Kylie : 8.0
Dashica : 6.5

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[shrimp]

I gasp.

It hurts. Sure, the cut is shallow, but goddamit it HURTS. This girl better back off, or she's about to get her ass kicked my me, Dashica Starr, for I will be the most dangerous adversary she's ever faced.

Hell. Yeah.

And with another swipe of my sword, I attack her once more.

[attacks ear-less chick w/a sword]
[dice=200+1000]
Deep Gash on Right Forearm - 8.0

Ha. Take that. Whore.

Kylie: 16
Dashica: 6.5

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Oh! This bitch is about to get a taste of her own medicine. The sun shines off the weapon to the left, and I grin, launching myself towards it. My hands close around a sword. Now, we are even.
Time to cut this bitch's hair off.

[[Attacks whore]]
[dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Left Forearm. 3.5

Kylie: 16
Dashica: 10

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[shrimp]

What, is she aiming for my hair or something? Her eyes are fixated on my lucious, long, blonde hair that flows in the wind ever so gracefully.

(on a side note, I've just realized that she's really egotistic/vain)

I laugh, as her determination to kill me is just ridicul-

OW! OWWW.

Goddamit.

She's going down now. Move girl, get out the way. For Dashica Starr is gonna kill you.

Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Deep Gash on Right Bicep - 8.0

BEAST.

Kylie - 24
Dashica - 10

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You stupid bitch! Stop hitting me with the sharp sword. I want her blood on the ground. I want it on my clothes. Yeah, that's what I want. So I swing again.

"BITCH!"

[[Attacks soon to be bloody girl]]
[dice=200+1000]
Deep Gash on Left Calf. 8.0

Kylie - 24
Dashica - 18

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[shrimp]

Excuse me? I am not a-

"AUGH." I squeal in pain as the sword enters my calf. It burns like hell. Oh my god, make it stop, make it stop. Please! She has to die, now. Or I'll die of pain.

I throw my sword to the side. Time to try another tactic. I pull out the bow with seven arrows, take aim, and shoot.

[attacks the nasty w/bow]
[dice=200+4000]
Shallow Cut on Left Bicep - 3.5

Uh huh. You can't touch this.

Kylie: 27.8
Dashica: 18

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Ahaha! This is my damn fight bitch. Use the bow all you want. I'm still gonna kick your ass, and drain your blood. I slash with my shiny knife. It's now developing a layer of blood.

[[Attacks Person with weak Bow]]
[dice=200+2000]
Deep Gash on Right Forearm. 8.0


Kylie: 27.5
Dashica: 26.0

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[shrimp]

Ugh. The pain escalates - if that was even possible. This isn't good not at all.

I reload my bow. This is taking far too long. This will end. Right. Now.

I carefully take aim, and hope to puncture her right through her brain.

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

THWANG

[attacks soon-to-be-dead-gal w/bow]
[dice=200+4000]
Miss (arrow broken) 0.0

"Goddamit."

With a huff I throw the bow on the ground, and pick up the knife. She's gonna get it. Oh yes she will. But first, her turn to attempt to kill moi. Good luck with that.

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I ready my weapon. Ready it. SLICE!

[[Attacks girl]]
[dice=200+1000]
Deep Gash on Neck. 9.0

Kylie: 27.5
Dashica: 35

I can tell she is almost dead. Then, as if magically, my sword disappears, along with my needle.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

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[shrimp]

She cuts my forehead!? Blood pours down my beautiful face. Now the boss will never look at me again. And I'll be cast into isolation - my family will ignore me, for their daughter has failed them.

So this girl must pay. I charge with my knife, eyes blazing with hatred.

This.

Ends.

Now.

[you already know who I'm attacking w/the knife]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Back of Head - 4.5

Kylie - 32
Dashica - 35

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I would've had this bitch if I hadn't lost my weapons. Now, I throw a punch.

[[Attacks you know who]]
[dice=200+5000]
Miss.

Kylie - 32
Dashica - 35

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[shrimp]

She misses. Misses? That means I have a chance. I can take my revenge. It's this girl's fault - I won't have a job, I'll be cast out of society for eternity. It's all her fault.

So she'll die. Right here, right now, on this very plateau.

[attacks with knife]
[dice=200+2000]
Block - 0.0

Kylie - 32
Dashica - 35

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This can't go on like this. She needs to die. NOW!

[[Attacks girl by using her fingernails]]
[dice=200+5000]
Gash/Bruised Left Femur. 4.0

Kylie - 32
Dashica - 39

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