The Bloodbath

[Lulu]

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you're a canary i'm a coal mine
cause sorrow is just all the rage
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At some point I would have to face the fact that in attackin' these other tributes, I was basically killing them, even if the last blow didn't come from my sword specifically. But that time wasn't now; now I just had to be fire, like I'd decided before. I had to leave behind my inhibitions and rage on like a flame, without worrying about who got damaged in my path. That was the only way to survive the Hunger Games, and life was my ultimate goal. Life for me or for my brother, because one fire twin had to blaze on in the world, right? One of us, because both couldn't.

It was then that I realized I'd lost sight of Pyrian, and I began to panic. Where was he? Probably lost among the fray somewhere. He was strong and powerful, yes, but how could he defend himself if he couldn't hear his attackers comin' at him? What if he was lyon' dead on the ground somewhere, because I was too busy fighting to be his ears? But as soon as these thoughts slid into my mind I pushed them away immediately; I had to worry about me. Not my brother; Pyr could take care of himself. He deserved more credit than I was givin' him.

[attacks Faye, sword]
[dice=200+1000]
[miss]

[picks up pants]

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take one for the team
you all know what i mean
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[Cait]

A picture could tell a thousand words, but the only word that could sum up the mess that the girl saw around her was blood.

It seemed to spill from the few trees littering the Cornucopia, seemed to fall from the sky itself to splatter the unfortunates who were still left fighting. The girl had lost track of everything – time, location, where she was, who she was. Waves of nausea overcame the girl, and yet somehow she could pull the last remnants of her energy from somewhere deep inside and push on like the warrior she was. Because soon, too soon, she would be a butterfly again, and she would be free.

attacks noah
[dice=200+6000]
sc back 4

picks up empty water jug

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[Python]

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Past the clouds of dust, the blurs of tributes, and the scarlet sprays of blood, he spotted her. Gypsy was in the bloodbath with him, still alive, still fighting. If terror hadn’t been gripping his heart, a smirk would’ve crossed his chapped lips as he registered that her presence would mean that they could escape safely. None such chance was granted to him, however, because tributes were still thrashing and swinging, trying to kill each other in a massacre. Pyrian was no exception. He knew as well as everybody else that to survive, he needed to kill. And to kill, he needed to swallow this unfamiliar fear that tried to freeze him and slash at any tribute that strayed within his or Gypsy’s radius. Newfound confidence fueling his energy like gasoline to an open flame, he launched himself in his sister’s direction and attacked the next tribute that dared to approach them.

[attacks Faye - knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[block]

[collects binoculars]

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[wimdy]

I feel myself drowning already. I am drowning in the anxiety of this bath of blood and infernal despair. This is how we die, in a furious battle to the death. Everything is red with blood. The ground is drinking it up like sweet nectar. I look down at my uniform, panting and staring at the crimson stains across my bright clothing and- that is genius. I drop to the ground quickly, rolling across the palette of dark sticky blood and thick mud. My clothes and body turn dark and inky with the death and pain of others. I feel a resistence against my rolling and turn faster intent on moving. When the pressure gives way and there is a thump beside me, I look over to see a shock of red hair and then River starts screeching at me, picking up her weapon and ready to attack before she stops and sees me. She stops then, shoving me and telling me to run, run, run. I jump up, throwing myself towards the nearest tribute in attack.

[Noah attacks Faye Sinclair with bare effing hands.]
[dice=200+5000]
[Gash/Bruised Right Wrist -- 3.0 damage]

I gasp, spinning quickly and scooping up the next thing in sight. I sling the backpack over my shoulders quickly and pull it taut. My lungs constrict for a moment as I see Pyrian in the distance, needles stabbing through my chest. Now is not the time for this, however. Now is the time for war.

[Noah grabs a backpack.]

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

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[sbeeg]

Now with a rucksack slung across his shoulder, the boy had more to work with. Able to snatch things off the ground and stuff them in the bag without stopping to worry if it fell from his hands. Only the sack was empty at the moment and he wasn’t leaving empty handed like that. So, gripping the mace even tighter, he slung the end at the nearest head and dived for more supplies.

[Attacks- Cassius]
[dice=200+7000]
-- Gash/Bruised Left Arm -- 3.0 damage
[Result]

Grabs Pants

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There could have been more—he wasn’t quite sure of it—but Benat’s stomach rumbled once more. The death and destruction that was already laid out before him was not small—he was sure there would be more than a few cannon shots. But he couldn’t bear what was going on any longer, not when he’d gotten what he needed to survive. He needed time to recoup and to gather his mind. He also needed to either go commando or get a fresh pair of underwear, because the mess currently festering between his cheeks was not helping him run any faster. He took off with a dash toward the horizon, hoping that some of his other allies would make it out alive.
[Benat has fled the blood bath collecting his remaining blowdarts]

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But I could never seem to say
the things I needed to
On a day like today
no other words would do

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You're done, Faye. You're done. It's time to go. The words that had clouded my past finally lead me astray, away from the fighting. The lust that has consumed me is immediately a dying flame, and I return to being the candle I always was. No more fighting with fire, Faye. No more. The firemen aren't going to be chasing candles, are they now? I quickly pick up all my items, stuff them into the bag and run. I run and run and even though I can't breathe, I don't let this burning candle-like feeling leave me, because I know I'm the bravest one here.

[flees]
[retrieves Sampson's whip]
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[bg=222222][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,width: 500px] she can't see the landscape anymore it's all painted in her grief and all of her history etched out at her feet now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place acres of longing, mountains of tenderness There's nowhere to run. That's the thought that brings me screeching to a halt. I can run until my lungs burst, but there is nothing but the Arena for me anymore. I am a needle trapped inside the world's deadliest compass, spinning around in circles but always staying in one place not matter how much I project an illusion of movement. I am trapped here. I will die here. But right now, I am alive. I take a swing at a passing tribute and vent my frustration to the sky in an infuriated scream, a caged animal climbing the invisible walls around her. So I make it out of the Bloodbath. Then what? I know the answer, because it's the one rule of the Hunger Games. North or south. Fight or die. There is always a choice. I choose to fight. I nearly step on a fragile-looking container with a bright-green liquid inside in my haste to do so - Antivenom! I snatch it greedily and shove it safely in one of the pockets of my backpack. I know I've seen at least one snake lurking around here since the carnage began, and that little vial my mean more to me than any gold in the world sometime soon. Grinning at my comparatively good fortune, I go back to the dangerous task of looking for Emerald. I choose to fight, but I don't have to do it alone. [River attacks Belle Calloway with her flail] [dice=200+12000] [Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage] [River obtains a single dosage of antivenom] 'cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow 'cause it's burning through the bloodline, it's cutting down the family tree growing in the landscape, darling in-between you and me

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[Danny]

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

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[florentine, d4b ❁]

London bridge is falling down.

Here, we dance with the devil. Play with fate. Bet with chance, laugh with coincidence, toy with destiny. And as we fall down, one by one, toy soilders in a game set in stone by revolts and people past, time ticks on with every beat of our hearts. We begin to crumble. The bridge of 24 looses screws, bolts, sheets of metal - and we fall, fall, fall graciously into nothing. And nobody can save us but ourselves. Nobody but I can save me, just as nobody but I could save Indigo and I from the horrors we were born into. But aren't we all born into a horror show?

I have fought, and I have saved myself and Indigo before. This time, though, I'm only fighting to save myself.

ivy attacks cassius with Cat o’ Nine Tails (flail)

[dice=200+12000]

Broken Left Collar Bone -- 6.5 damage

ivy collects Jar of Tar

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[Meghan]

| Cassius Birch; District Two|

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Reasons why Cassius Birch, District Two isn't afraid of dying:

SIX. "You'll fight for me, Cassius. You'll survive. We can still have that future!" I remember the final cry of the little dove as the big bad wolf dragged her from our embrace. I'll fight for her. Would I? I wasn't sure if this really counted as fighting living, dying for her. I wasn't sure who I was fighting for. Was it for my own selfish revenge? For the shy smile of Mister District Three? Or for the last call last demand of the only person who really cared about me. We can still have that future, Cassius. You'll survive. I'll survive.</div>

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[Cassius attacks Belle, broadsword]
[dice=200+1000]
[1054 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage]

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[Python]

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There was nothing Pyrian hated more than what he was doing at this moment. Despite his allies joining his side, he felt nauseous and dizzy. It took an enormous amount of effort to smother the scent of coppery blood wafting in the atmosphere and swallow the bile that threatened to rise in his throat. Starting fires was one thing; they burned, yes, they were dangerous, yes, they were beautiful, yes. But there was nothing beautiful about the blood that painted the earth. There was nothing fun about cutting people open and trying to puncture their organs. It was disgusting, filthy, repulsive work, and he wanted out. Yet he would not falter, not as long as his allies continued to struggle for their lives.

[attacks Belle - knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[- Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage]

[collects empty water jug]

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[Cait]

[bg=0A0B09][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] People died. It happened all the time. Then what was it that made the girl so sick? The fact they were lucky enough to have privacy in their time of departure? The fact that the deceased had been able to live a life worth living? The fact that they could leave with a care-free, guilt-free conscience? A mixture of all three? Maybe what made the girl so sick was knowing she would never be met with any of those luxuries when her time was finally up. It was time. She knew it, could feel it in her bones and aching muscles that she had to leave. Already people had begun to flee, and the girl knew that she would not remain safe here. She searched for Faye, whom was nowhere to be seen. (She’s dead, Belle. You’re on your own now.) ‘NO!’ The scream escaped her lips, just like she escaped the raging war taking place around her. She ran. The darkness enveloped the girl, and she had just enough time to gradually welcome the black before the world turned grey, fading into nothingness. Belle Calloway flees the Bloodbath. Belle uses first aid, taking her score from 20.5 to 17.5.

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