Roots (Dustin and Jaimie Post-BB)

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Razor Creel

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"I've known some witches this town will still not burn.Their never held on trial and we'll never learn.
They invade our hearts to bleed us inside out.
Somebody give me the liquids to turn this around."[/blockquote][/justify]


The boy and Saskia managed to whack the District twelve girl again, causing bruises on different parts of her body. Things were getting rough. That girl had already injured saskia's only way of "seeing". Why did he feel so angry about that anyway? Jaimie gave razor an angry look before telling him she didn't know where Dustin had run off too. He raised his arm again, arm she lashed out. For whatever reason, he had his arm at an odd angle and when her fist connected, Razor heard a crack, and felt pain shoot up his left arm. Gruntning in pain, he brought that arm close to his chest. It hurt to even close his hand with that arm, and he knew his wrist must have been broken.

"Still don't believe me?
She carries a box of matches in the side of her purse!
She starts a fire just to watch you burn.
I've been trying hard to avoid it,
I thought I knew her but I was wrong!"

"Damn it son. I leave you alone for a little bit, and you get your wrist broken by another little girl." Razor paused in disbelief. He had thought he had gotten rid of this particular annoyance. "Annoyance? That's no way to talk to your father Razor. I taught you better than this. What's the matter? Think that blind girl is cute? Don't want to attack the weaponless boy?Man up!"He shook his head from side to side. Why wouldn't his father leave him alone? "I won't leave you alone as long as you keep doing stupid things. Now Attack!"

I know she loves how every eye looks at her.
And she feeds on the pain you feel.
I'm telling you her words are never cut and dry.
And she keeps appearing at all the wrong times,
with a brand new lie.

Razor glanced at Saskia and The other male tribute. The blind girl seemed perplexed and lost as blood streamed from her nose, And the blond kid seemed to be going through something agonizing. Whether it was mental or physical, Razor couldn't tell. He toyed with the idea of attacking the boy, as he was easily the closest to death. But that girl had broken his wrist. Such an affront could not be tolerated. Switching his weapon to his undamaged arm, Razor slashed at Jamie again.

[Attacks jamie]
Knife:(machete) Knife: [dice=200+2000]
[miss 0.0]

He missed again. His wrist was hurting something fierce."Now why did you have to go and do something like break my wrist? Not a good move I'm afraid. I might have leave you alone soon. But tell me, where is dustin? He said you know where to meet him. Something about a plan. He's the one I want."The words came out in an airy tone.

"Stay back.
She'll eat you alive or burn the heart that you have left.
Stay back. You've got to stay back.
She's the wicked witch of the west,
and the hungry wolf in the woods.
Stay back. Step away from the girl.
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[Nervoux]

Colan stepped forward with his right leg, pain seething through his whole body as pressure was put on his thigh. A silent groan that was barely audible escaped him as he glanced down at his thigh, watching blood continuously pour down from the deep wound, the scarlet liquid staining the shorts that covered it. The sight caused his stomach to churn, the feeling of it bubbling deep inside him, threatening to empty itself once again like in the Bloodbath. He brought his hand down to cover the bleeding wound, the blood flowing over it quickly, the feeling of it causing him to pull his hand away.

His stormy-blue gaze slowly traveled back up to the fighting around him, his rigid stance abnormal compared to the other tributes who seemed to be dancing on their feet. Their movements were peculiar to him as they found ways to hurt the girl that probably wouldn't have ocurred in his tortured mind. The shoe. How the hell did she think of that? And the District Two boy, he obviously knew how to use a knife, despite his misses. Colan... he just stood there, awkwardly throwing a punch, only causing a few minor blows. For the millionth time in is life, he was just the kid that stood off to the side, silently contemplated how to engage in the action.

The thought of it sent waves of frustration through him, the feeling crashing inside of him like a raging storm. Colan's blue eyes filled with rage at his behavior; his lack of social and physical skills. Hadn't he paid for what he had done enough? Hadn't he went through most of his life without one friend, just spending time with his animals and his father? Hadn' he just went through a Bloodbath and almost gotten killed? Even though he prayed that it had been enough, he knew he hadn't. Nothing would be enough to pay for what he had done, even if it had been an "accident".

Colan drifted out of his tortured thoughts and pleas, focusing on the crack that had just split through the ominous and tense air. His gaze turned quickly toward Razor, seeing him hold his wrist at an awkward angle, with anguish etched clearly across his face. He could see something else registering across Razor's face, a slight look of surprise or frustration there. But, he couldn't take his time to decide it like he usually did, for now was his time to attack.

He no longer felt as sorry for the girl, for her suggestion that Razor help her kill Saskia filled him with disbelief and anger toward her. She was just as merciless and unthoughtful as the rest of them, her mindset completely different from the one tribute that he actually liked, atleast to a certain extent. But, of course, that tribute was gone, along with the rest of the ones who had died in the Bloodbath. With that thought, Colan sent his arm flying forward for the third time, hoping and praying that all of the fighting would pay off.

[Attacks Jaimie - Unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Knocked Backward - 0.5 Damage]

"Now why did you have to go and do something like break my wrist? Not a good move I'm afraid. I might have leave you alone soon. But tell me, where is dustin? He said you know where to meet him. Something about a plan. He's the one I want." The words caused another sigh to escape his bloody lips, his eyes focusing on Razor once again. To a certain extent, he agreed with Razor, though not for the same reason. He had the slight thought to just leave the fight, for the attacks weren't working out too great. For the millionth time, it was time to just give up again. Like everything else.

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[Sam]

Jaimie had standing and waiting for a counter attack but the boy missed. She could tell he was in pain and would be an easy defeat. "Might as well flee now before I kill you." She said. "It'd be a pity to have to end the life of a boy as handsome as you." She flashed him a smile. She was using the same thing he was using the first time he talked to her, when he had said "beautiful" instead of her name.

The other boy pushed her back and she glanced at him in annoyance. "Buzz off twerp." He wasn't really harming her, just slightly annoying her so she decided not to waste attacks on him. He wasn't the prime goal anyways, just a slight distraction. She looked at Razor. He seemed to be distracted by something, but she wasn't sure what... Oh well, it didn't really matter. Holding her mace with one arm, she lashed out physically again, not using the mace.

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(Block 0.0)

He somehow managed to block her but it didn't matter. He coudn't use the hand with the broken wrist so it would be harder for him to attack. It really would be smarter for him to flee but she hoped he took her saying he should flee as taunting so he would stick around let her kill him.[rand=72601211926044866008855375779968344554766487445246511881356011886]

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This fight wasn't going to well, I could at least tell that from my hearing however limited it may be. The girl they were fighting- she broke Razor's wrist. I could hear it as clear as day. Just like she broke my nose, the cracking pierced the air. I heard the whiz of a blade through the air but not the sound of it hitting its mark. What's going on?

"Now why did you have to go and do something like break my wrist? Not a good move I'm afraid. I might have leave you alone soon. But tell me, where is dustin? He said you know where to meet him. Something about a plan. He's the one I want."

The voice, back in the same airy tone that the District Two usually used, seemed unworried. Dustin? Who was Dustin? That kid that ran past me before I slammed my shoe into that girl's hand? Probably. Why does Razor what him dead so badly?

I heard the silent tribute move forward , the stumbling of unbalanced feet and that was it. Can these other tributes not hit inflict any injury on this girl? I'm blind and I managed to get in a few good whacks with my shoe! They were all in front of me. Razor, the silent tribute and the enemy. I hear the girl move forward but no cracking or anything. Whoever she attacked they must have blocked. Finally, some good news. Feeling as if I needed to help them some more since they obviously weren't getting the job done, I hopped onto one foot, pulled off my other shoe and flung it forward- aiming it where I heard the female voice say "Might as well flee now before I kill you. It'd be a pity to have to end the life of a boy as handsome as you."

[Attacks Jamie with Shoe]
[dice=200+8000]
[Bruised left calf- 2.0]

I heard the smack of my shoe hitting someone and grinned. At least I can hit a target. I had hurled it at the female voice so hopefully it didn't hit anyone on my side of the fight. The girl's words caught me for a second. "A boy as handsome as you" Gee, I wonder what "handsome" looked like.

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OOC: New posting order
Saskia
Razor
Colan
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Razor Creel


"Don't be so blind.
Time is not on our side. Look me straight in the eyes.
Do not say you will be alright.
Put it all on the line and for a minute the earth will stand still.
I am the ghost, the ghost in the mirror that re creates,
painting your soul with every color you hate"

"Might as well flee now before I kill you." The girl said with a confident smirk. "It'd be a pity to have to end the life of a boy as handsome as you." The audacity of this girl. She attacked him with the mace, but Razor managed to block the blow with his blade. Saskia ran forward with her other shoe in the following moment and struck Jamie in the leg. He was glad to have blocked the blow, but the fight was not going as he had planned. for one, he hadn't planned on any of his bones getting broken.

"I am the voices that you hear
and the decisions you make.
I am the air that you breathe
and I will never go away."

Why did Dustin have to ruin everything by running away? He should have just accepted his fate like a good little weakling and fought back like a man. Razor wouldn't abandon a girl to be attacked by three other tributes. Unless it worked to his advantage of course. "Son. Are you going to mull over this situation or are you going to do something?" Great. Was his father going to start talking every time he tried to think on his own? "Yes Razor. Now start moving before I kill you myself!"

"Swimming in regret but the water is much too deep.
This is your very last breath,Choose your words carefully.
Save yourself from the lies that brought my father to his knees!"

"I'd advise you not the blind girl again. I can't be held responsible for the consequences of that action. That, and i'm starting to get angry again."He slashed forward with his machete again. Why was this girl so hard to land a hit on?

[Attacks Jamie]
Knife: [dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut on right hip 3.5]

Finally, he had landed a hit. He glanced at the tributes who had decided to help him. Saskia looked angry, and the other boy(What was his name anyway?) looked close to dying. It was an unlikely pairing, one wrought of circumstance. Pairings like these did not often last for long. How soon before someone tried to stab him in the back? At least if Razor was going to betray someone he had the courtesy to aim for the face."How's your shoe working out for you?"


"OH! Don't be so blind!
Time is not on our side!
Look at me straight in the eye!
Put it all!Put it all on the line!"


He stalked around the other tribute. Emotionally, he felt out of control. Anger, pain, uncertainty, it was a myriad miasma of feelings. It was not something that Razor particularly enjoyed.This fight had better wrap up quickly, The death of another tribute would surely ease his troubled mind. There was no way that it could make him feel worse right? Would he be able to deal with such an event?


"I will not carry you through.
Is that what scares you the most?
My friend, you fooled yourself again, into thinking it's real.
They can not save you like I can. They can not make you feel."





song = Ghost in the mirror by Memphis May fire

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[Nervoux]

Colan could see the annoyance flash in the girl's eyes as he pushed her back, though he saw motivation in her to hurt him. It was a familiar look, or atleast a familiar thing. He was used to being ignored; being the one in the back of the crowd that was easily ignored, and quite frankly he preferred it that way. Atleast he wasn't getting hurt. But, somewhere in the back of the mind, there was a craving for her to atleast attack him once, to prove that he was a force to be reckoned with. The way he was being looked at at the moment caused him to feel weak; someone who was no threat to others. Little did they know the strength that he had; the strength to kill.

"Buzz off, twerp" the girl said, her words directed toward him as her gaze seemed to burn into his melancholy ones. Anger flashed through him as he stared at her, his hands balling into fists as every friend that he uised to have flashed before his eyes. Their gazes as they simply walked by him, their voices as they spoke of how much of a weirdo he had become since his "popular" days. Bastards.

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[Attacks Jaimie - Unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Bruised right shin - 2.0]

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[Lulu]

Timon and Pumbaa were friends. It wasn't often that mutts befriended each other - in fact, this was quite a rare occurrence. But the two mutts had been wandering the savanna of the 58th arena when they came across each other, decided they could wreak a lot more havoc as a pair rather than alone, and teamed up to kill some of the two-legged freaks that had invaded their home. It was quite a good plan, really - although it had mostly been Timon's idea. Pumbaa was kind of just along for the ride.

The Winged Meerkeeta and the Ivory Hog were having a delicious lunch of fresh bugs when they spotted a huge bunch of the two-legged creatures a little ways away. They were so loud, and they were fighting. If there was one thing the mutts enjoyed, it was fights. Both were violent at hear - even Timon, despite his small size, had sharp, vicious teeth at his disposal. Pumbaa was a bit of a klutz, but Timon forgave him for that because if you got on the wrong side of his powerful hooves or his tusks that could rip someone to shreds, you were in trouble.

It was a unanimous decision: they would attack. Well, Timon had had to talk Pumbaa into it, because the massive hog just wanted to stay and eat the enormous caterpillar he had discovered underneath a shrub, but eventually he agreed. After all, it would be fun! Plus, these stupid creatures were invading their land, and the sooner they could get rid of them, the better. And then they'd have nothing to worry about. Hakuna Matata!

Timon spotted a tall one with dark hair first; he would go for him. He looked like he would be a challenge, and the little meerkeeta liked a challenge. Pumbaa, however, decided he would take the easy way out and attack the one that the rest of them seemed to be attacking. In his mind, the sooner he finished, the sooner he could go back to lunch, so why not pick the easiest task?

[Timon attacks Razor, teeth (knife)]
[dice=200+2000]
[deep gash left forearm, 8.0]

[Pumbaa attacks Jaimie, tusks (knife)]
[dice=200+2000]
[deep gash right forearm, 8.0]

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[Lulu]

Please note that with the addition of the mutts, this thread is now a mandated fight. No one can flee until someone/something is dead, and if no one dies by the close of the Games day, then it will be judged and the tribute with the most damage will be killed.

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[Sam]

Jaimie screamed. She screamed until her ears hurt and her lungs were aching. It was piercing and sharp and when she was done it echoed around the Arena painfully and hauntingly. She was going to die and she knew it. She just couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't take it. And that wound from the mutt made her see that. And just like that, she was ready to let go. Let someone else win. Someone stronger who deserves victory. Let them have a haunting life even after the Arena and let them suffer. The way she saw it, life up in the sky would be better than this life. She was too tired to do this anymore. Much, much, too tired.

She glared at the girl and said, "You're a bitch. I hope you win, but with winning comes suffering. So have fun in hell." She glanced at the boy and smirked. "You think you're amazing and strong but really you're just as vulnerable as the rest of us. I doubt very highly that you'll live." And lastly she turned to Colan. "I don't know what to say about you. You seem like an ok boy. Except for the fact that you tried to kill me, which is understandable since this is the Arena. So...good luck. But I'm pretty sure as soon as I'm gone they'll go after you. You are, after all, just another tribute. So you should run as soon as I'm dead. Good luck." She glanced at all of them. "Good bye." Then she turned to Razor and grinned. "And as for you, you'll never find out where Dustin went."Jaimie grabbed Razor's knife out of his hands and she aimed for a critical blow. For herself. She put the knife's tip to her heart and pushed. She fell to the ground, exhausted but happy she was ending this. Before she died she smiled up at the sun and said, "Good bye." One last time. She closed her eyes, and drifted away.

Jiamie Maccon is deceased.



(BTW, I hope it's alright that I stole his knife quickly, it is to kill herself though so I thought it might be alright.)
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[Lulu]

As this fight has not yet been resolved, the tribute with the most damage will be killed - that would be Jaimie Maccon.

EDIT: alright, suicide, that works too.

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