{Calling, calling, calling ...* [Navy vs Scythers]

[arx!!]

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I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

Let’s wander to the edge of the cliff and hop over. Let’s color the depths of the ocean a sparkling blue and drown beneath them. Let’s go chasing the stars, fly so high that we lose the air we breath and suffocate in the stars. Let’s fall asleep, side by side, and dream of sweet honey and glorious sunsets, and never again open our eyes. Wait, where are you going? No, you can’t leave without me … There shall be no jumping alone. No drowning unless you are holding my hand. No suffocating without me. No dreaming unless I am by your side. It's my demand and you must obey. I am your queen and you are but a mere fool at my feet. But still you don't listen. Still you leave me behind. Still you die without me. Grasp my hand and pull me under - I need to go with you to that dream. To the bottom of that cliff. To the bottom of that ocean. To the edge of the stars.

Please Theseus, reach down from heaven and take me home with you.

It's unnatural the way the stars shine. They don't look real anymore. The absence of falling stars is what gives away the fact that the sky is probably a fake. Because if this were a real sky, I would've noticed three falling stars by now. The air is not cold but still I am frozen. I have taken off my shoes because they were cutting into my skin so deep. They made them to small for me. My feet are blistered and torn away - almost scraped straight down to the bone. But I'm not even sure it was my shoes. I'm pretty sure my body has begun to eat itself. My skin is a crawling monster that is hungry for the taste of nothing but flesh and blood and bone. And maybe my chilling soul. Of course the queen would enjoy a chilled heart with a side of aching soul for dinner. I stare blankly up into the sky, my hands digging deep into the mud I have created beneath me. Oh how I wish the earth would just swallow me whole and take me away to death.

I watch colors shoot across the sky that only help prove to myself that the sky is completely man made. Music rings in my ears so loud that I have to cover them. Stop, stop, stop. I shut my eyes tight, pretending I can't see the faces that flash in the sky. Pretending that I don't know what faces are flashing there. I can't peek because I know they are there, looking down at me. Mud seeps into my ears as my hands press harder against the side of my skull. Quiet, quiet, quiet. But still the music plays and still the lights flicker through my eyelids. Shush, girl!! You listen to your daddy now and quit your crying!! I feel the palm of a hand slap against my skull. I feel hot tears running down my cheeks. I purse my lips as tightly as I can so no noise can escape. He doesn't want mommy to hear. I don't want mommy to hear. I can feel to touch of a hand; gliding up my leg, stroking my face, holding me down. No, no, no. "Stop, daddy, please stop."

A hand presses hard over my lips. Quiet little girl. The music cuts out, the lights stop flashing, but the voice still rings in my ears. The hands keep touching me. I open my eyes, I jump to my feet.

That never happened, that never happened, that never happened. I love my daddy. I force it all away. Keep quiet girl or I will never let you see the light of day again. My heart beats hard against my rib cage. My breathes come rapidly. "It's okay Navy - th-that isn't ... That never happened." But still the rough palms press against my legs. I swat at my thighs, beating away the feeling. I look around me, trying to find my kings by the light of the moon. I can hear them calling to me. "What is wrong dear Navy? Let me hold you in my arms. Come here, it's okay. I am here now." I find them inside their laurels. I pick each of them up, hold them to my cheek. whispering back to them. "Thanks guys. I don't know what would happen if you weren't here with me." I set them back down, letting them sleep inside their glowing crowns. I kiss each one goodnight, feeling their cool cheeks beneath my lips, tasting clay when I pull away. I never knew dirt could taste so sweet. So beautiful. I lay back down, staring up at the fake stars again, not waking until rain has completely soaked through my thick hair.

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I'm not even sure how I was able to sleep. I wake up in a muddy puddle, my mouth filled with a mixture out clay, and plant roots, and dirt, and water. Rain continues to beat against the ground, making little, spurting fountains all around me. Like a millions of tiny little springs of hope - none touching me, but so close I can taste them.

I look around, colorful flowers all around me. Lotus flowers. The ground is squelching beneath my feet, causing me to glide to the small ponds where the lotus flowers grow from beneath the murky depths and on top the top of the pond, floating on the top, taking in the sun. But there is no sun today. They only collect droplets of rain upon their soft petals. And although I don't want to destroy their beauty, I know they are edible. I pull their roots from beneath the waters surface, pop their seeds into my mouth and begin to feast on the greens.

I walk out of the water, carrying a bundle of the roots and colorful flowers. They could be like roses - maybe they can take me home.

But my dreams of home are a distraction and suddenly I find myself staring at a creature that has no eyes, but can see me. I drop my flowers, my only hope of going home, and grasp my weapon in my hands. Forget that this is a living thing. Forget that it breathes and feels just like you.

And as I swing down at the ground, aiming for the tiny thing at my feet, just as another comes to join it in attacking me.

Attacks Stacy's Mom with Cat o' Nine Tails (flail)
[dice=200+12000]
{Broken Right Foot -- 6.5 damage}
[DEATH]

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[Navy collects 2 bundles of edible plants.
She eats one and has one bundle of edible plants remaining.]

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
Home

۵ ۵ ۵ ۵ ۵

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Stacy the Scyther[/size][/font][/i]

If Stacy the Scyther could speak, she would probably point out that only wimps flee from fights against tiny blind moles.

She might also point out that it is totally not an okay thing to kill her mother (who has got it going on) but of course a) she can’t speak, and b) her mother was already dead by the time she crawled out of the hole in the ground.

Now, Stacy couldn’t see the danger ahead, but she could smell it, because it smelled like butt and blood and for a moment she wanted to go crawl back into the tunnel and stay away. Except her first instinct was not to flee, but to fight. Contrary to popular belief, her sole purpose in life was to destroy the world.

Or, at least, her little section of the Arena, dominating every bit of plant and animal life that dared take up existence anywhere near her. Well, except her mother. But, at that very moment, her mother radiated the godawful stench of death and didn’t have it going on so much anymore.

So Stacy leapt at the human, baring her teeth and aiming for vengeance. If she could talk, she would have yelled a clever battle cry.

(Except she couldn’t, and the sound that erupted from her was more like a strangled gargling noise.)

[Attacks Naveen]
[dice=200+2000]
[2074 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Knife)]

[[OOC: I was wrong – the rules state that there must be 4 attacks in a fight to be able to use first aid. Also, I mean, seriously, the mutt has 6 damage. How terrifying could she be? Plus, it’s me we’re talking about here. I miss 3 times in a row on a good day.]]

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[arx!!]

[OOC: I just lol'd like a thousand times over at Stacy xD Her mom really doesn't have it going on.]

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I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

I don't wanna do this anymore. I don't even know what the motionless thing at my feet is, but I didn't want to kill it, even if it did want to kill me. I fight the urge to get on the ground and cradle the small, dead thing in my hands. But holding on to it won't keep it from leaving. Go on, keep telling yourself that. You left Theseus at the Cornucopia for completely different reasons, didn't you? I didn't want to die. I had to leave. Could you possibly be anymore selfish? No. The other animal comes at me, lunging towards me with a ferocity that says these two were a group. A family, friends, what? You just committed murder and you are about to do it again? Yes, I have to. I kick the little beast away, ignoring the nagging voice in my head for the moment. I can do this, I have to do this. What happened to the girl ready to kill every career left in sight at the bloodbath? Have you forgotten what happened already? They all died and you have forgotten in just a day. They all gave their lives for you. I remember. God, of course I remember! All to fucking well!!

Why don't you use that strong, beautiful, insensitive, smart girl again? The Beast.

No. No. No. No. No. No! But still I feel her crawling around inside me amongst my slowly freezing soul. Oh come now, I promise to unfreeze your soul. I can warm you back up again ... "Noo!!"

And I attack again. Because that's the rules of the game.s.

Attacks Stacy with Cat o' Nine Tails (flail)
[dice=200+12000]
{Miss -- 0.0 damage}

[OOC: I either break an occassional bone or miss. 0.o Watch this be a miss fight that goes on for like 2 pages. xD]

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
Home

۵ ۵ ۵ ۵ ۵

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Stacy the Scyther[/size][/font][/i]

She could smell the object before it flew at her. It smelled ugly, too, unnatural. Dirt smelled good. Plants smelled good. Moving talking creatures stunk like sweat, but at least their smell overpowered the objects. Unnatural things, especially when they hurtled through the air. Then again, Stacy the Scyther couldn’t feel the smelly object sweeping through the air, nor was she afraid of it. She was destroyer of all, ruler of the approximate few square feet surrounding her – and she had no eyes to be afraid or to see the next blow crashing down. Without sight, she could only leap forward, aiming to clamp her teeth down on any section of the smelly creature before her.

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[arx!!]

۵ ۵ ۵ ۵ ۵

I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

I'm not even sure what I was aiming for. The dead souls that circle around me, my mother, my father, my friends back home, the demons that won't just shut the hell up inside my head, but it's obvious I wasn't aiming for the little creature in front of me because the second after I swing my weapon through the air I feel a slice in my hip and blood starts to leak from the wound. A scream of pain escapes me and I can't help feeling betrayed. I left the poor little thing alone this time, and still it attacks me? That's almost like a betrayal is it not?

I look down at the creature, it's companion mangled into a mess by my earlier attack against it. And although it has no eyes to look into and see the look of death, I can hear it's poor little soul in my head. But what did I do to you? I just wanted to be friends. And even though my mom always told me to stay away from stray cats or lizards or whatever other creatures I could find, I always hid them in the back alley anyways because I couldn't just leave them to starve, or ache with a broken leg, or think of it dying all alone in the cold. I didn't care if it had diseases or flees or was actually a spy for the Capitol - everything deserves some love, no matter how ugly, or diseased, or broken.

So Theseus was just too far gone then or what? He was worth less than an animal off the streets?

No ... He was worth more than anything I have ever had. And so I left.

I bend down, the creatures nostrils flaring up at me. I'm not sure if it's with rage or just because I am a foreign thing in it's territory but the nostrils almost look like eyes. Dark, dead holes filled with icky little boogies I might add that look as if they are telling me that I am a dead person. I am a goner. The darkness will eat me alive and there is nothing I can do about it. No matter how hard I wish for the sun to stay above the horizon, it will always set at the end of the day and darkness will swallow up the earth. And then faces will flash in the sky and I won't be able to get the vision of Theo and Guy and Mason to erase from my mind. Every night I will look at the sky and know that they have already flashed in the sky - that the Capitol and everyone else sees them as being dead.

And I realize I hate the little creature for that. For it's dark, gaping nostrils. And I forget about trying to befriend it and swing at it as hard as I can.

Right at it's darkness.

Attacks Stacy with Fists
[dice=200+5000]
{Black Eye -- 3 damage}

AT LEAST I HIT IT OKAY? AND SERIOUSLY IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE EYES. GAH!

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
Home

۵ ۵ ۵ ۵ ۵

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Stacy the Scyther[/size][/font][/i]

If Stacy had eyes, she'd assume they would be in some serious pain right then. The blow actually hit somewhere above her nostrils, and although she was a tough Scyther (with hopes of world domination in the future) the hit on her head made her pause, for a second, before she continued on with her struggle.

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[arx!!]

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I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

The little thing recoils as my fist hits it straight in the head, stumbling about for a moment and then finally lunging at me, teeth first, which I easily side step. It falls flat on it's face and I pick my weapon off the ground once. "Sorry, little one, but the darkness has to go." And I swing as hard as I can manage without completely losing myself in tears. This has to happen - I can't let it live.

Attacks Stacy with Cat o' Nine Tails (flail)
[dice=200+12000]
{Deep Gash on Chest -- 9.5 damage}

And blood splays when the tails come down across the small, frail thing and then tears really start to flow down my face. I swipe angrily at my eyes, but I know the tears are just gunna keep rolling down my cheeks. Why am I such a wimp? I watched 3 people die and none of their killers seemed to care. In fact, they looked like they were enjoying themselves ... Help me, help me please - I don't think I can do this again. Especially when my target is someone who can talk to me. Someone who can look into my eyes and beg to live. How can I kill someone in so much pain? With so much hope that I will have mercy? No, I couldn't.

Oh but you could, darling Naveen. Don't you remember me? The Beast.

My legs give out from beneath me and I find I can't move them. I don't know if I will ever be able to move them again. I will remain frozen to this spot and the mud will begin to eat away at my skin and I will turn into nothing but dirt. And then from my dirt will grow something much more beautiful than me. A lotus will spring open and I will become a pure and innocent blossom. Something that has never harmed and will only bring joy, and health, and beauty to the world. Maybe it is best to remain here on the ground. Maybe it is best if I just simply quit. I have murdered. I have seen murder. I am ready to be done.

But what about home? The mud isn't as cool as I hoped it would be, the stickiness only making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But I suppose if this is what it takes to become a flower, something without guilt and pain that has begun to consume itself alive, then it may just be worth it. But what about home, darling child? My fingers dig deep into the mud, like roots searching for a place to take. My toes search as well, stretching as far and as deep as they possibly can for something that will get them stuck. Something that will make them stay there forever. I am a seed that needs to take root. My face turns to the sky, my hair stretched across the ground, like petals searching for the sunlight, trying to soak up as much as possible. Or in today's case, rain water. Why am I not blossoming? Because, sweet child of mine, you are dreaming of home. No, it's because you don't want to become innocent. You like to kill, don't you Navy?

Yes. No.

I turn my cheek to the mud. The little creatures, laying dead before me, look like nothing but beat up rats. Torn to bits at my hand. They could look peaceful like that. Like the were sleeping under a red blanket. Maybe they are. Maybe if I just picked them up, they would start trying to tear me apart again. Maybe if I just tried to save them, to keep their dear little hearts beating to the end of eternity, I could be forgiven. I could feel less guilt on my chest. Because if maybe Theo and Mason and Guy were watching then they would understand that I was a good person. That I didn't want them to die. That I didn't want to leave them there. That even when I am trying to save something, it dies anyways. Like a fire set in the rain with nothing to cover it. No matter how many times you try to rekindle it, or use a lighter to refuel the flame, or gas you pour on the wood to make it burn, eventually, the rain will become to great of a challenge for the flame to bear and it will whiter away in a band of smoke. Like a boat with a hole in the bow. No matter how fast and hard you try to pump the water out, or patch the hole with wood or a life raft, eventually, the boat will fill with water and sink to the bottom of the ocean, taking the captain with it. Like a little girl who refuses to let herself remember. No matter how many times she has cried herself to sleep, no matter how many times she has pushed the memories out of her mind and replaced it with another, no matter how many times she has wished she could be treated just like her brothers and no different, that girl will never be able to change the past. The memories. The little girl will forever be stuck remembering her childhood hell. Because scars only fade, never disappear.

"I'm sorry." I reach out, my fingers - my roots - leaving the ground to press against the small creature. It's body is still warm, it's blood still oozing to the ground, weaving it's life into my fingers as it goes. I pull my hand away, looking at the red that has reached under my fingernails and into the crevices and folds in my hand. The metallic liquid thins in the spots where the rain hits my palm. My hand almost looks like it's crying. Weeping for the dear thing that the blood belonged to. I leave the blood to stain my hand red forever and decide the earth will never take me to be a plant. I have sinned too much already for it to accept me. I'm too dirty already.

Who have I become? What have I done?

I pull myself from the ground, mud sticking between my toes and fingers and in my hair, and I walk to the small ponds that contain the lotus plants. I hold my body beneath the surface, washing away any mud that is still sticking to me. What happened to the girl who always saw the bright side of things? I pull myself from the water, my head spinning, the flowers and mud and water in front o f me blurring across my vision, making me see nothing but blurs of white and pink and purple petals. What happened to the girl that changed for no one? I feel myself touching my hip, my hand coming away smeared with blood. Water drips from my eyelashes, the tips of my hair. My dress clings tight to my body, revealing the spot where it has torn at the teeth of those poor animals. I press my hand again against my hip, letting the blood completely swallow my hand. Then I bring my hand away again, staring at my reflection in the puddles around me. And then I begin to paint.

She was torn to shreds; ripped to pieces; killed by the sight of death and beginning of hell.

I draw a line down the middle of my face, down my neck, down my chest until I reach the edge of my dress. Separate, cut, tear. Then I start to smear the blood across the left side of my face. Over my cheek, my eyelid, my brow, my ear, my neck - covering myself with a thick, sticky film of red. Cover, hide, keep secret. And when I have finished, my reflection showing a girl half blood red and half pale white, I bend over, find a sharp edge on my weapon, and dig deep into my tongue as I have so many times before. Only this time, I make sure to dig deep enough that I will keep my mouth shut. Because that's what daddy asked for - and that's what daughter must give. Hushed, silenced, dead.

And then I pick up my kings crowns, my kings treasures, my two dead pets, my beautiful lotus plants, and finally, my three kings. And I know they may not recognize me, so I smile to let them know. To promise them it's me. But which side of me do they want?

The sinful red? Or the innocent white?

Which side will I choose?

[Naveen uses First Aid on herself to bring her down to 11.0 total damage. Eats her 1 edible plant bundle. Collects 3 bundles medicinal herbs and uses one on herself to bring damage down to 10.0. Collects another bundle of medicinal herbs and has 3 bundles total. She also harvests the scythers' hearts meat.]

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
Home

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