The Bloodbath

[Marky]

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Outsiders

The hovercraft ride felt like it went on for ages. The undying hum of the engine was the only thing, besides my heart beat that I could hear. The undying silence would have driven me crazy, had it not been for those two things. I tried concentrating on my heartbeat, but it was constant, or repetitive enough. The engine was barely good enough, but it sufficed. I was terrified, point blank. I'd come all this way without being even a little scared. Nervous, maybe, but not scared, and now, mere hours before the Games actually even started, I had a break down. I do not think so.

The windows blacking out was a sign that I didn't have to wait much longer, and I'd be at my possible death site. Fantastic! I thought with groan. A few more minutes, that's all I was allowed to have before absolute chaos broke lose. Just a few minutes before I had to fight. I felt the hovercraft begin to slow down and I knew it was time. We are there.I thought, with a huge lump in my throat.

The next few things that happened were a blur. The tracking device injection, even my memory of getting to my changing room was fuzzy. The sight of Oblivious was enough to make my mind wake up. Just the sight of him was enough to make me realize just how serious this was. He grabbed me up in a tight embrace before he spoke."How you holding up?" He asked with a sympathetic look in his eye. "I'll be fine" I said as he reached into his pocket. When he pulled out the one thing that might have been able to save me from these games, I actually allowed a tear to fall down my cheek. As he put on my grandmother's necklace on my neck, I wiped away all the other tears that threatened to weaken me.

He threw me my outfit after, yet another hug, and told me I needed to change pretty quickly so that I could eat, if I wanted. It wasn't fast enough, because I had hardly even got to look at them when the peacekeepers came pouring into the room. The whisked me onto the platform without even letting me say good bye to Oblivious. I put my hand against the glass as I began to ascend to the arena.

Red. That's what I saw. Red sand was everywhere. I almost forgot that I couldn't just run, and almost fell off the platform. As I looked around, I saw three gigantic towers, and more sand. The sand was just getting heavier and heavier, and time was running out. When I looked for her, I found her. Lightning was only a few plates away from me. I couldn't spot Liliana for anything though, nor could I find my fellow tribute. The site of Lightning was enough though. Why couldn't we just be partners? Why weren't we allowed to have help? It wasn't like we were cheating, or anything! Just assuring a spot in the Games.

I was expecting another ten seconds when the gong rand out. I was running as fast as I could, but it was nearly as fast as I was expecting. The sand was incredibly deep, and it was strong at all. Wading. That's more like what I was doing. Still, I was going as fast as I could. they had begun, and I wasn't going to die that day. No matter what.

[Nofo]

M A I Y A - L E I G H I A N A
C L A N D E S T I N E E

It’s been a week since I was reaped. I can still feel the fear that forced it’s way inside my body. I’m not a model of perfection like some of the other tributes. I’m small and week compared to my fellow careers. Now, my nightmare is really beginning. Training and being surrounded by my opponents for the past week was only the beginning. Now, I’ll be expected to kill to survive and in order to win, I’ll need to at least kill one tribute. I’m still not sure how willing I am to kill and I don’t think I will until forced into it. Without alliances, I expect I’ll see a few fights since we have to be spread out.

Finally, the platform gets to the surface after what seemed to be ages. As the plate rises, I can red sand pile around the platform. How it’s not coming in, I’m not sure. But the early appearance of the color of blood brings me to my senses. This is all real. I’m not dreaming. It’s all so fantastical and unbelievable, but it’s definitely real. I eye my hands, raising them before me. Nothing’s out of place. Yes, this is real. I’m either about to die or be seriously injured. Yay!

I hear the gong eventually but I don’t know what to do. I just run and hope nothing happens.

LIVING/THINKING - E9A7B6
SPEAKING - C5D5C9
FLASHBACK - 94AC9A
LYRICS - 9F927F

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[Devin]

When you're sad and when you're lonely
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end

It was instant, the attacks. He should have been expecting it, but he was unprepared, and Smokey flinched as Kiara's attack sent pain shooting through his leg. The second attack, from the boy from District 2, made Smokey yell as he felt the burning of a gash on his arm. He turned abruptly toward him, lashing out with a hard kick to the boy's leg. Instinct took over. If he could just incapacitate the boy, then he might have a chance of making it out of this day alive. He's the biggest threat to my life and therefore to Beth's. I've gotta take him out. If I could just get rid of him... But what was he thinking? I like these people! How can I hurt them so much?

"You'd do the same if the roles were reversed!" he shouted at the boy, tears in his eyes as he heard the crunch of bone where the knee broke, grinding against itself under the flesh. He couldn't help but flinch, feeling bad not only for Julian, but for himself.

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doin'
thinkin'
talkin'
others talkin'

Attacks Julian, unarmed.
[dice=200+5000]
Broken right knee 7.0 damage.

Smokey takes his axe.


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[pthalorarity]

The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending of what we’ve begun?
Will we remember what we’ve done wrong?

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Julian's eyes grew wide as the next target approach... the female of District 4, Baylee Spencer. One of the tributes he had been waiting for... One of the two who's predecessor's had killed Midas. He snarled wildly as he attacked.

[Julian attacks Baylee with the glaive]
[dice=200+13000]
Shallow Cut on Left Thigh, 3.5

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[Lulu]

Another little hit. This was the D12 boy, she thought - she recognized him, because she'd had to sit next to him a few times in the course of prep week. It was a shame to attack him, really - he'd never rubbed her the wrong way - but at that moment she spotted someone else, and lashed out at her blindly.

[attacks baylee, axe]
[dice=200+11000]
sc forehead 4.5

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[Nofo]

M A I Y A - L E I G H I A N A
C L A N D E S T I N E E

Someone's dead already and I don't understand. I'm just getting to the items and someone is already dead. What am I supposed to do? Maybe I should just grab that pointy stick right there. I reach for it and then I strike something hard. Thwack! I think for a second I'm the one being attacked but then I realize I'm the attacker! I have to apologize!"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"
[Attacks {Baylee} Unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[5035 Thrown to Ground 0.5]

I grab my pointy spear thing and I'm happy with my items. Maybe I should leave.

(She grabbed her harpoon)
LIVING/THINKING - E9A7B6
SPEAKING - C5D5C9
FLASHBACK - 94AC9A
LYRICS - 9F927F

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[Morgana]

Fledger Rells

Take away the sensation inside.

As he opened his eyes, his first thought was of River, as always. He felt the sharp absence of her in the bed beside him. Breathing deep through his nostrils, he tried to catch the smell of her. Nothing. She wasn't here, and she never had been. Hopefully, she never would. If dying today was a what it took to keep his family safe, Fledger knew he had to do it. No matter how much he wanted to get back to them, it didn't matter. All the wanting in the world wouldn't bring him home a victor. If he wanted that, he'd have to fight for it. He'd have to kill.

Fledger pulled himself out of bed and took a shower at the insistence of his stylist. He doubted whether the other Tributes would care what he smelled like, but for now, he'd follow orders. Soon enough, he'd be forced to make his own decisions, and he'd be the only person that would have to live with the consequences. If he thought of his family, and why he was doing this, he reasoned that he would stay sane. If he held on to that small, sweet, innocent piece of life, he'd be alright.

It wasn't long until it was time to go. The journey to the arena was fairly short compared to the train ride he'd taken to the Capitol. There, he changed into his outfit. This was what he would be wearing when he stepped into the arena, what he'd be wearing when he died. Blood would stain these clothes. But he'd have to ignore it, or how else would he keep going? Panic started to fill his chest as the minutes passed and the moment drew closer. He struggled to draw in a breath. His knuckles turned white as he clutched the armrests of his chair. Breathe, he commanded. A sharp intake of breath. He was fine. He had to be fine.

Then came the moment to wait. To sit inside a glass tube until it was time to go up, time to fight, to kill. He repeated the words like a mantra. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Fists clenched tight at his sides as the walls around him seemed to move. Up. For a moment, his heart stopped. Siezed in his chest. Restart. He wasn't Fledger anymore. This wasn't the heart that beat and pumped to keep his family together, happy, alive. This was a selfish heart, one that cared only for himself. Get out alive. Not out of the arena, just the bloodbath. That was all he wanted. Kill or be killed. It was a simple equation.

When he saw sand, for a moment, he was confused. The cornucopia shone bright and brilliant against it. The sand shifted but there was no breeze. WWhat did that mean? The countdown began. Sand. Moving. No wind. Bright, shining gold. Weapons. Sharp. Sandsandsand. His gaxe swept around the arena, but there were no clues. No time to puzzle over that insignificant patch of ground. Time to run.

Time to fight.

[pthalorarity]

The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending of what we’ve begun?
Will we remember what we’ve done wrong?

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Julian screamed from the pain in his leg as he heard something snap. It was time to go! Getting his revenge would come later... He had what he wanted from the bloodbath, and though his fingers tickled his (weapon), itching for a kill, he knew better. These Games were not solely about the brawn displayed in the bloodbath; energy would be required to live and fight another day. His performance already was enough to give the citizens of Panem a pleasant taste of what was to come in this Quell. The wild, wide eyes faded back to his usual icy blue as he calculated the environment around him. Finding an opening, Julian decided it was time for his departure from the chaos. He snatched up his haul from the cornucopia and bolted into the open sands of the arena.

[Julian Bryze has fled the bloodbath, attempt 1]

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[Devin]

The Axe felt heavy in Smokey's hand, but the crunch of bone made him shudder as Julian's knee broke under his blow. He reached down to snag a bag, then spun around and swung the axe toward the boy he'd already attacked. Might as well put him out of his misery.

Attacks Julian, Axe.
[dice=200+11000]
Deep gash on back, 8.5


OOC: Smokey grabbed his bag.
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[Lulu]

So much for making a name for herself - she couldn't even get a decent hit in! At least she was barely injured herself; yeah, that first girl, the irritating redhead, had gotten a gash on her, but that really was nothing. It would heal fast; she'd practiced first aid during training, and she knew the basics. There were plants that would help, too.

[attacks baylee, axe]
[dice=200+11000]
sc back of head 4.5

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[Nofo]

M A I Y A - L E I G H I A N A
C L A N D E S T I N E E

I have my spear and right now, that's all I need. I smile proudly and look around. So much blood and I'm scared by it. I have to run now. I can't be around all these people. I frown and run as fast as I can, hoping I come across a spring or something to drink from in one of those large towers.

I stumble in an attempt to run and soon make a distance between myself and everyone else.

(Maiya has fled)

LIVING/THINKING - E9A7B6
SPEAKING - C5D5C9
FLASHBACK - 94AC9A
LYRICS - 9F927F

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[pthalorarity]

The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending of what we’ve begun?
Will we remember what we’ve done wrong?

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Attempting to run with a broken knee was brutal. How embarrassing too! What must all the potential sponsers be thinking! Of course, he wasn't going to let them see him get all weepy about it now. No... he continued to try to run.

[Julian Bryze bloodbath flee attempt 2]

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[Marky]

Speaking
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Thinking
Outsiders

I was going as fast as I could. I felt a sharp pain in my left thigh, but I'd hardley had enough time to flinch when I was attacked, yet again, this time, with what had to have been a axe. I fell to the ground and quickly got up. There was a person standing there, holding the axe that had hjest entered my flesh. I jumped at her, with anger in my blood.
[[attacks Kiara]]
[dice=200+5000]
[[miss]]
I missed, but still managed to grab a pitchfork

Baylee has claimed item number 1[rand=027371691795195948370546672347171938289376708819121998513247394724]

[Morgana]

Fledger Rells

Bitter sweet migraine in my head.

Fighting all around him. Blood and weapons and the shimmer of sun and heat falling on their faces. He ran for something, but he couldn't say what. He was just running for the sake of running. There wasn't anything else to dom was there? Fight. Fight. Run, get a weapon, hit some people with it. Get stuff. Run some more. Run away.

Not the best strategy, but it was all Fledger's mind could handle at this point. It was best to keep it simple, so he didn't mess up, didn't get confused. He was not a fighting man. He liked peace. He liked helping others. He wasn't the type to hurt someone for no reason. But there was a reason here, wasn't there? Of course there was. There had to be. You couldn't survive on the madness alone. There had to be something. River. Like a small, soft whisper in his mind. Keep fighting for that. Keep fighting for yourself. Just don't die.

((Attacks Julian;Unarmed))
[dice=200+5000]
((Fat Lip; 1.5))

He scopped up some weapon he couldn't identify. It was a long stick basically, with something sharp attatched to the end. At least it was sharp.

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[Lulu]

She really needed to get a couple of practice hours in with this hatchet. She was warming up to it, but it was still difficult; if she could just find a secluded place to chop at a tree - supposing there were any in this godforesaken arena - she knew she could get better. Problem was, right now it seemed to be only sand and those ominous glass towers. So where would she go, when she was finished here?

[attacks baylee, axe]
[dice=200+11000]
sc right thigh 3.5

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