Where this is no Heaven there is no Hell [day 1]

[kiah]

Chole Corby

Chole crawled through the sand, she could barely feel anything apart from the burning ferocity of the pain that soared through her, and she felt as though she was on fire. She felt that nothing she could do would end this burning pain, for a moment she actually thought she had died, that she was now in hell, but reality had hit her. She was still alive, just but alive all the same. Finally she reached the trees where she desperately hang the only faith she had. That she would be able to find Nonnie and Haff. They were the only people she could trust out here and she needed them. She lay still for a moment, her body racking with pain.

Slowly she rolled onto her back, breathing hard she felt the first tears well in her eyes, blurring her vision. With every breath she took pin rocketed through her body. The gash on her stomach was bleeding heavily and there was nothing Chole could do to stop the blood that surges from her stomach. well she never thought she die like this… Chole tries to remember the last time she had felt pain similar to this. But nothing came to her mind, the only thing that she could think about was the pain, it burns but feel stone cold at the same time. It’s constant, but throbbing as well. could it get much worse? instantly her mind flew to death. yes death could be worse her brain told her, certain.

But could it?

If she were to fall into the arms of death now… all the pain would go away, she would be free, free of the pain, of life… of the capitol… pull yourself together! Chole told herself firmly. She couldn’t think like that. If she did… yeah well she couldn’t. Chole Tried to get to her feet but she couldn’t she was so exhausted. Her body felt as heave as a ton of boulders. So she just lay on the ground. Maybe if she pretends to be dead… other tribute would leave her alone…

Chole gave a grunt of hysterically laughter, it sent surges of pain through her body, but her laughter continued. Leave her alone? They just going to walk past her and leave her alone… what bull shit. Chole’s laughter rang out through the woods beside her, she tried to stop, but the harder she tried the worse it became.

Her laughter turned from hysterics to tears as sobs racked her body. Tears fell from her cheeks and onto the ground, making small buddles of salty water. Then suddenly Chole had the urge to stand up, to find the others. She wasn’t going to die, she was to young, she had a lifetime ahead of her, and she wasn’t going to let herself give up that easily, not this time, not now. With all her effort she pulled herself to her feet.

She walked a couple of confident paces before her face made contact with the ground…Well at least you tried…

[collects firewood]

[cass]

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Screaming.

My body screamed. My mind screamed, an echo of everything I felt. My hands clutched the trident in my arms, as if it was all that kept me alive –and in a way it was. I had left with nothing else but the shiny spear. It would have to keep me alive. I wasn’t sure, if I let go of the cold metal I would die. Die Just like all those kids back there. I had seen three bodies. Their faces swam across my vision, the girl from district two was there two. My feet pounded the ground, her head bobbed in and out of my mind. I had hurt her. A boy that knew nothing other than horses; had hurt a girl.

I stopped his running –that was all I had done today, ran. Running is my only escape to everything. It seems it is my escape from death is well. My eyes flickered around the place, I was so very lost, this world that I found myself stuck in was nothing, but a trap for death, pain and loss. And the feeling of numb insanity didn’t even block the pain I felt. No one had hurt me, but I had hurt someone. It hadn’t even been self-defence. I had just hit her. I wanted to scream, because there was no their way to let the pain escape, the fear I felt sat back as the guilt and pain of what I had done set in. I had actually hurt someone. That girl didn’t deserve it. That girl had done nothing, and yet I had lashed out at her.

The world that I had surrounded myself in was mad, the trees, were tall, and held almost now trunks and branches, the leaves were long and pronged, to me it looked as if a caterpillar had curved its way off, and stood staring at me its legs wide open, in an embracing movement, welcoming me into its grasp. But then I would remember that this was a bad game, ad surely that tree would just as likely kill me as everything else in this cage.

Death.

Even the thought of it was inevitable. The thought of the game was enough to make me want to scream. Oh so much death. Because I knew I was going to die, no matter how much I wanted to live and see my family again, I couldn’t play the game. Games except for monopoly were just not what I did. The rules, regulations, twists and turns, they were just too much for me. This was one game I was going to lose. Each piece on this game board would slowly lose, every player would make a move and anyone of those moves could be the one to kill you. My tainted hope was in my every step, because no matter how false it was, my hope was all I had to cling onto.

Without my hope what was the point of living?

I was lost in this bowl by myself –No. No she was there. Chole and where was Nonnie? He couldn’t see her, but Chole was right there, on the ground, blood everywhere. Oh so much blood. And the scream that I had so barely contained was close, it raced up my throat, and I let it out, because this wasn’t my life, this wasn’t what I knew. I knew nothing; I knew no game no rules, nothing, but the horses, and I had been chucked into a world that was nothing, but horror, where the only people I could trust were dying in front of me. I wasn’t meant for this, I was never meant to fight, to kill and slaughter. All I knew was the horses.

My legs bring me forward only a step before the collapses into the misery that was my life, the sand folds over my clothing and embeds itself like a scar on me. I could never escape this pain, not even death would bring freedom, so I needed to fight. I drag myself forward, pushing my pain away; the bleeding girl in front of me needed my help.

[OOC: Haff collects wood, uses Nonnies water jug, lights a fire, purifies water and drinks it, gets more water purifies and gives it to Chole, than does so a third time and gives it to Nonnie, he than fills it with water and does not purify it. He also cllects more wood.]

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Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
You and I'll be safe and sound

EDIT: Changed the fleeing part of the post, he is still in the area

[aya]

Let's shake hands if you want
But you - both hands are gone!
Oh, haha! Haha!

Stark Harper —

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Still grumbling over the previous escapees, Stark continued her trek through the palm forest. At first she didn't mind being loud — maybe she'd draw a fight to her area — but it dawned on her that it might scare away all of her targets. At the very least, it would alert them to her presence, making a surprise attack less effective than it should be. Of course, if she could get her hands on someone without Jae Moreno crashing through the trees, swinging an anchor around like a buffoon, she'd probably have a better shot at actually making a kill.

Through the trees, Stark could make out two figures, as she had before: a guy and a girl, one injured and one relatively unharmed. Perfect. Blood boiling from her last kill being chased off by the Moreno and Emberstatt families' sloppy seconds, Stark stuck the shaft of her hook between her teeth and used her cummerbund to scale a nearby palm tree, one of the shorter ones. Her callused toes gripped the minimal bark more effectively than she'd thought they would; she'd long since removed the clumsy rubber boots and stashed them in her bag. She had to stop for a second to readjust her grip, hoping in the meantime that the duo would be too preoccupied making their fire to notice the red band of fabric inching its way up the top of the tree. She made it there in a matter of minutes, where she perched among the leaves and waited.

When she was satisfied that she had the best possible advantage — actually, no, that was a lie; when she was bored of waiting after about two minutes of watching, Stark took her hook in hand and leapt down on the campsite, swinging at the girl.

[attacks Chole, gaff [spear]]
[dice=200+3000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm — 3.5 damage]



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[sbeeg]

Mahlah Shea

They could not have hiked very far- that or Mahlah was too lost in her thoughts to notice how much of a distance they traveled. Her fingers were entwined with Elon's the entire way. Her rock, her mentor, the big brother she never had. On the walk her thoughts ranged from wondering about the weather (which was too hot for her taste) to flat out guilt.

Blood. It was every where in the Games, she saw it on the television her entire life yet when you were the one spilling it... there was a different feeling to it. Every time a tribute was cut on the TV games, Mahlah had to shut her eyes and scream it out- flashbacks from all the other Games running through her mind. Yet, now, everything was so odd. She looked up at Elon's face, caked with blood that had run from his broken nose. Nothing. The hole in Jae's face where his eyes used to be. Not a thing. Her own hands with other tribute's blood. Just numb.

It made her want to cry. Mahlah Shea does not do blood, so who was this new person in the Games? Elon gave her a root to chew and she took it grateful for something to keep her mind off blood and death. However she still buried her face in his sleeve to hide from the cameras, the blood and all the other things that troubled her. Letting Elon lead her through the forest, she chewed on the root and held onto his hand like it was her last anchor to sanity. The actions could may make her look weak but she did not care. Someone had died today and it was her fault, she needed some time to let her mind clear itself and be innocent once again.

She didn't open her eyes again until she felt Elon stop. Looking up she saw it, two tributes- just like the pair before. She did not remember seeing them in the Bloodbath, and her memory failed her on their names and Districts. They were too far away to tell.

The girl did not dare talk, she only squeezed Elon's hand and titled her head towards the tributes. A small, silent question. Are we going to attack them? Hurt them like the other tributes from the Bloodbath, and the other pair? She didn't have to wait for an answer- it was perfectly clear what they were to do. Slowly, Mahlah drew another arrow from her quiver and strung it tight. Her actions were much more careful than before. The girl she shot earlier was just an automatic reaction to her alliance. This was a planned out, deliberate attack. Her eyes focused on the girl, pointing the tip of the arrow towards her.

The crunch of a wrist. The severed fingers. The cut in the tribute's chest. The dead girl- the killing blow coming from Mahlah's blade.

[Attacks Chole with Bow and Arrow]
[dice=200+4000]
[Miss -- 0.0]

Her list was going to grow much longer before the end of these Games.

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Filler, but attacks Chole.

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[cass]

There was something to be frightened of
And I can see it coming from the edge of the room
Creeping in the streetlight
Holding my hand in the pale gloom
Can you see it coming now?

` ` `Haff Ferde

My hands finished off the last of the bandages when they came, I didn’t bother counting how many there was, because they didn’t matter all I knew was that they were attacking me and Chole. My eyes search desperately for Nonnie, but to my surprise she has already left. I had to get out of there. My feet dig into the sand as I stand, and then I run, I run faster than I had ever ran in my life. Because I have to. I couldn’t fight, and I wouldn’t, these games were not what I played. All I knew was the horses, but it appeared that running was something I would need to do if I was to ever return home to the people I love. If I didn’t run I would die. Fighting was no option with my wounded partner. With all the fear of an animal being cornered I sprint away from the stream. My hands hold onto my trident with a deathly grip as I run full on into the forest. I don’t look back.

[Attacks Stark - Trident]
[dice=200+3000]

3.5 damage

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[kiah]

Pain, she never thought she would ever eel anything as fierce as this pain. Haff was here, he looked scared guilty. But he took care of Chole, he tried his best, tried to stop the blood the pour from her. His hands felt gentle, soft, as they worked on her injured body. Chole could feel darkness threatening to take her , take her away from life. Take her away from the people that she loved, she must fight the darkness, must be stronger than it, for herself, and her family. The proud trees surround the two of uus, looking over at the mess that we are truly in, are they watching over me?[color093760]Chole thought to herself.

[/color]Will they help me, when I need them, or would they just stare and laugh at me, as I die quietly in front of them.

There is no sound; all is quiet, apart from the whispering words of the wild, as it flies past your ears. The unsteady beat of Chole’s heart fills her, the sound fives Chole shivers, and the feel of isolation and dread low ever so close threatening to make a permanent visit. The breathing of her companion is steady, but shallow, as his mind races.What is he thing? That he should leave me, save himself… Choles mind travels to the Bloodbath. She had hit a gril, she had just lashed out and hit, her, yes she had attacked Chole, but Chole had never, never hit someone before. The hungry look in the other tribute eyes, as they had gleefully, stabbed their harpoons, and pointy sticks into her body, the way they shone for more… is that what Chole had looked like? Had she had a hungry look in her sparkling eyes… Had she looked as though She was having the time of her life….?

The sound, no. More pain. No. I’m outta here!!!

Chole grabs her Harpoon and fires it at the closest person to ger. Stark

[attacks Stark, Harpoon]
[dice=200+3000]
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[aya]

Let's shake hands if you want
But you - both hands are gone!
Oh, haha! Haha!

Stark Harper —

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She didn't do enough damage. She took a second to recover from the drop — stupid — and found herself in the clearing with none other than Moreno and the little girl that was with them. "Stalkers," she muttered, getting to her feet. The weak girl lifted her Harpoon, cutting Stark across the stomach. The career girl didn't flinch, just dropped her hook down towards the girl once more with the intent to end her. Her eyes didn't reveal this; they may as well have been stone. Cold. Indifferent towards the human life they were about to end.


[attacks Chole, gaff [spear]]
[dice=200+3000]
[Shallow Cut on Chest — 4.0 damage]



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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

My good eye twitches, and I know I've missed again. The half blindness is hurting my accuracy, damn. I'm not quite stumbling around, not quite being as swift as I could, and the pain is sharp as ever. But I don't care. I rush towards the alliance, swinging my anchor above my head as best I can.

[Attacks Haff, Anchor]

[dice=200+12000]
12120 -- Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage
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[Spesh]

Fighting is maybe not the best way, but it ends up being the only way to survive. I hate it. I absolutely hate it. I’ve never been a confrontational person in my life, and I get the feeling that none of the other three tributes in my alliance were either, but yet we are all, in one way or another, looking for fights, trying to get ahead by picking out fights. It’s absurdity.

We look absolutely fantastic as an alliance. I have no idea what happened in the bloodbath after we left, but while we were there, we were such a cohesive unit. We must have sponsors drooling at our killings. It’s so sad. I hear LeBlanc make a noise in agreement, we are so on the same wavelength.

The key is to keep going, the gongs haven’t gone off for the bloodbath yet, but I am pretty sure that not that many have died. At least I get the sense that people are mulling around in this forest just like I am, waiting for the right moment to pounce from behind a tree and slit my throat. I, on the other hand, should be very open about my presence. No tribute in their right mind would come and attack an alliance by his or herself, nor would they do it with less allies than the person he or she is attacking. So yeah, doesn’t that mean I am safe?

But I’m not and I never will be, not until I die and leave this place. Winning seems impossible with so many tributes still alive, so all I can do is just try my best to survive.

Yet after that last attack, everything seems out of whack. I’m the aggressor despite my two. Those other tributes didn’t even sense my alliance, nor did they sense Stark Harper, the overly arrogant District One female who had slipped in.

My attack was really just poor, I was kind of embarrassing, and as we walk through the forest of palm trees, I can’t help but feel like I let everyone down, LeBlanc included. If I landed my thrust, maybe we would have been able to take out the girl, and the boy looked like he would have been an easy target without the girl. It would have been two more kills, and I’m sure we would have been able to take out the District One girl with all of us against her.

I’m just letting them down. The unspoken agreement is that you become weapon fodder once you start being useless, so I know I have to step up my game and actually cause some damage, get a kill or have a large part in doing so. I really just do not have a choice in any of this. All of this is what it is, it’s either you kill or you die, and I, along with virtually everyone who ever was a tribute, would rather kill than die. That is for sure.

Then, in a clearing a little ways up, I see a group of a few tributes. One of them is face down in the ground; she looks extremely battered, probably from some of the tributes at the bloodbath, and will be an easy target. Crouching, I motion for my allies to get down before pointing over at where I saw the tributes. I then continue moving forwards while crouching, easily staying silent on the loosely packed sand.

How I am turning into a killer without emotions, I honestly don’t know. After seeing little Mahlah do it so easily, my mind just turned it off. I’ve killed animals before because I absolutely had to, and that is worse than killing fellow tributes. Tributes can defend themselves, most animals cannot.

In here, it’s all different. There are Capitol Muttations that will search for humans and try to kill them. The only trustworthy animal is LeBlanc. I will never hurt him!

I force the thoughts out of my mind right as I reach a tree maybe 50 yards from the soon to be dead tributes. I stand up straight behind the tree, pike in hands.

Here goes nothing, I say to myself…

And then I spring out from behind the tree, hopefully looking tough as I charge towards the non-injured tribute with my Pike out in front of me, ready to strike.

[Attacks Haff w/ Pike]
[dice=200+3000]
[3036 -- Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5 damage]

Not exactly sure how I hit his back, but I'll take the attack, it shows my worth.

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[Naya]

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man. - Miguel de Unamuno

Reality struck me by lightning. My first instinct was to run as far away from the cornucopia as possible, and that’s what I did. My legs were fine, so I could run with ease. Running was one of my advantages. Although I did have a big, deep gash on my forehead, that stopped bleeding, but evidence of dry blood was surrounding it. I was missing two fingers on my left hand, and even though that wasn’t bleeding anymore, it hurt like heck. I’m close to dying. My parents will be so ashamed of me. My tense breathing finally stops me from running, and I look to my surroundings. Palm trees are too my right and to my left, looking warm and inviting. Sun feels thick underneath my feet, blazing hot from the sun beating down on it.

But I decide to go into the palm forest anyways. And what I see, is multiple different tributes fighting. Blood, scarlet blood everywhere. I scream, but instead take my whip and join the others fighting. I raise my whip, and snap it at the first tribute I see.

[attacks Haff, whip]
Whip: [dice=200+6000]
[miss]

""I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I'm sorry!" My breathes increase rapidly and I add, "Oh my gosh, please don't hurt me!" My arms go up, as I prepare for my death.

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[sbeeg]

Mahlah Shea

A miss? Mahlah was not sure if she was grateful or upset. However, it had been done. Their position was given away- and that girl. The blonde from One. She... was she following them or something? Jae's anchor missed- which was not hard to do with that has a weapon. Mahlah swung the bow back over her skinny shoulders, flipping the blade out in her switchblade and holding it in front of her.

The boy had left but by the looks of it was heading back. Her eyes darted from tribute to tribute. The girl fell dead as the girl from one cut her down. Mahlah's eyes grew wide as the corpse hit the forest floor. More blood. Oh God, blood.

She couldn't anymore. She had been strong all day, but this one sent her over her the edge. Her mind was a mess and both hands gripped the small blade. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run she wanted to do everything all at once. Tears might have been falling down her cheeks- she didn't know.

Turning hard she started for the trees, ready to put enough space between her and the pool of blood forming in the grass.

[MAHLAH FLEES AND USES FIRST AID -3]

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Jae flees because my parents are yelling at me to do homework you guys D:

[cass]

There was something to be frightened of
And I can see it coming from the edge of the room
Creeping in the streetlight
Holding my hand in the pale gloom
Can you see it coming now?

` ` `Haff Ferde

My hands finished off the last of the bandages when they came, I didn’t bother counting how many there was, because they didn’t matter all I knew was that they were attacking me and Chole. My eyes search desperately for Nonnie, but to my surprise she has already left. I had to get out of there. My feet dig into the sand as I stand, and then I run, I run faster than I had ever ran in my life. Because I have to. I couldn’t fight, and I wouldn’t, these games were not what I played. All I knew was the horses, but it appeared that running was something I would need to do if I was to ever return home to the people I love. If I didn’t run I would die. Fighting was no option with my wounded partner. With all the fear of an animal being cornered I sprint away from the stream. My hands hold onto my trident with a deathly grip as I run full on into the forest. I don’t look back.

[Haff has fled using first aid to -3 damage]

[aya]

Let's shake hands if you want
But you - both hands are gone!
Oh, haha! Haha!

Stark Harper —

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Despite being pleased with her first kill, Stark felt an enormous surge of anger towards that nitwit Moreno — who seemed to have lost an eye already. Why was he following her? She whirled around suddenly, but then everyone was gone — except for a battered blonde boy that she hadn't even seen enter the clearing. With a yell of fury that her targets had escaped yet again, she whirled her hook towards the only remaining tribute.


[attacks Fallstreak, gaff [spear]]
[dice=200+3000]
[miss - 0.0]



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