The Bloodbath

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Tiny feet slammed against the floor from the pod that brought her up this nightmare. This was the time to pull it together, but instantly everything was chaotic. All that mattered was safety, getting supplies, and not loosing her allies. If they ditched without Sophia’s eyes noticing she could loose them, and that’s probably the most dangerous think to occur. To be alone within this world must be terrifying, she could only imagine what it’ll be like for the ones lacking an alliance.
Everything felt to be on fast forward, with no chances to second guess ones actions. With fighting occurring all around all Sophia could think about was getting her hands around a weapon. But it was as if everything had been snatched before Sophia even had a chance to sprint.
Just as her eyes fell upon an untouched club on the floor, waiting for her tiny grasp, two people come at her while unarmed. No three! The first completely misses, but someone’s foot gets her shin. It’s a sharp pain, but nothing compared to what Sophia was preparing for, expecting a knife to carve into a body part. Another body swings past her in a miss. How was this happening? Then something goes into her thigh. It’s very painful, but still she has to keep moving. All she could do now was attack back, and aim to get that weapon.

(Sophia Landros attacks Emery Moreno unarmed)
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(5195 -- Gash/Bruised Right Collar Bone -- 3.0 damage
(Unarmed))

(Sophia Landros picks up Mace (club) )
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They say that people who have synesthesia see colors when they taste things or when they hear things and for a long time I kind of wished I had that because every day would be filled with colors and sights and sounds unheard of, new combinations unexplored and it would be amazing and wonderful but of course there are drawbacks to this predicament especially in chaotic situations. One often becomes overwhelmed and I know that if I had synesthesia the overwhelming fear that I feel right now would be even worse than it is now and I mean it’s pretty bad. Really bad. Like I can barely even move or look around and my hands are still shaking and I’m covered in blood – is it my own or someone else’s? I truly don’t know. The only thing in my world is the screams, so many screams, slashes of blades, thumps that land on the ground far too softly to warrant the death that is seen across the ground. To think, we were all kids.
[Ewe flails at Sophia; flail]
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[Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage]

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There’s blood on a my tunic and my boots. I think I’ve lost my hat in the scuffle but for now it doesn’t matter. The rest of them are too busy celebrating the carnage they’ve done. Don’t they know not to count their chickens before they hatch? This is but the first day in a long march toward victory. If that was what it could even be called. I wipe the snot dripping off my nose and let out a cough. I turn to the left and stare out at the hedges. Some have already made a break, but there’s an expanse of green for as far as I can see. Are we supposed to believe there aren’t more tricks and treasures waiting for us outside the cornucopia? I’ve got nothing left to give here, however. It feels as though if were to stay, the whole of this place would swallow us up. Invidia would crush her like bugs between her fingers. Besides, I didn’t want to disappoint. I had so much work left to do.

[Iago flails at Sophia with his Glaive]
[dice=200+13000]
[result: 13148 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage
(Pole Sword)]

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Iago slashes the district four girl with his glaive. The only reason I haven’t strangled him yet is because he just so managed to kill the district six girl who’d had enough guts to actually think she could take me down. Maybe his ten was well-earned. At the same time, I know I should have been the one to get that kill. Surely I could have done it without his damn assistance. He says something over the girl’s dead body but I roll my eyes as he and the others start attacking the curly-haired girl with their weapons. What babies. And yet, she comes after me – me? Does she really think I’m the easiest target here? – and I throw myself towards her, tossing my weapons and items to the ground.

[attacks Sophia, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[bruised ribs - 3]

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[Matilde Watson [tribsitting]]

Matilde"Scout"Watson

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I know things are getting bad. Blood makes the grass grow, but weeds are surely going to come of it. Surrounding the Cornucopia are some hedges. I’ve long since overstayed my visit and I know I ought to disappear amongst the hedges, currently assimilating into them like I’ve seen other tributes do already, but I’m still attached to the golden horn and its wealth of items. Bertie would tease me as a greedy piggy and if Carlos were here, he’d already have dragged me off to the bushes. Yet, neither of them are here. I have Cornucopia fever, causing my skin to harden as I raise my flail yet again.

[attacks Sophia Landros, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[ Broken Left Arm -- 6.5 ]

I scoop up a flint.

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Suddenly there’s not only three unarmed children attack, with just a hard kick to her shin, and ability to slide past all the other hits. She was getting lucky and maybe that was why a Glaive slipped by her and sliced her thigh. It was certainly very painful, a scream escaping her. Then she noticed the lack of other tributes. Only a few were still struggling about the bloodbath, finishing the jobs of killing, and collecting their goodies. A few bodies even covered the floor with blood and a beaten body. These kids attacking her wanted the remaining supplies, and it appeared that Sophia was the only one in the way of getting that.
Her tiny hands wrapped around the first weapon closest to her; a long piece of wood that held a pointy ball on a chain at the top of it. Certainly this was intimidating. Now was the time to decide to run, or attack once more and aim for another object to grab. Swinging around her new weapon, she decided she’d die anyways with a lack of supplies. It seemed more honorable to go down in a fight, then starving or something.
With four different attackers Sophia begins swinging around her only weapon. With a backpack only a yard a way, she decided to go in for just one more attack.

(Sophia Landros attacks Matilde Watson with her Mace (club) )

[dice=200+7000]
(7050 -- Gash/Bruised Right Knee -- 3.5 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon) )

(Sophia Landros grabs a backpack)
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What sort of doom and gloom had been in store today, of all days? I think of Benat and his rallying in the bloodbath. I was a bit surprised no one had mentioned that he’d shit his pants and nearly fallen off his plate at the start, but perhaps they’d thought better of it. It appeared as though the world was slowing down, with less bodies and more space. I wipe the sweat from my head and narrow my eyes. In the distance is a mountain chain and I wonder if Ewe’s foot could handle them. I don’t want to have to deal with someone that will slow me down—I blame Matilde (Scout) for making me even have considered him. She was a part nuisance for taking in a cripple and for holding me to my word. They—including the idiot Moreno—were better than going it alone. As much as I would like to claim my fighting skills it is a wonder I’ve landed a blow at all without falling over. My eyes catch movement and I stop daydreaming. Only time to kill. To destroy.

[Iago attempts destruction of Sophia using his Glaive]
[dice=200+13000]
[result: 13170 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Pole Sword)]

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So like I killed this dude and now I'm like "wow how crazy is that I have actually ended a life." But I guess it was expected of me, which is sad but still true. Oh well, I killed once, I can do it again. Right now, only a curly headed blonde with a familiar face stands in mine and my alliance's way. And this curly headed blonde doesn't seem to get the hint. I never thought of killing her, but there is really nothing I can do, if she is going to be dumb enough to stay where she so clearly isn't safe. Pity for her.
[Ewe flails at Sophia; flail]
[dice=200+13000]
[Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage]

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This girl won’t give up. She’s outnumbered now, but she still keeps fighting while everyone around me keeps flailing with their weapons. It’s madness, really. They all think they know what they’re doing and yet, their attacks are hardly effective. I roll my eyes as she blocks Iago’s attack – what does he think he’s doing? “Look,” I say, pushing him aside. “Let me show you how it’s done, farm boy,” and I pull my fists out in front of me. With the little strength I have left, I aim directly for the curly-haired girl’s oh too pretty face.

[attacks Sophia, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[bruised right hand - 2]

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[Matilde Watson [tribsitting]]

Matilde"Scout"Watson

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I’m gasping for breath by now, resisting the urge to stoop over for a second and breathe. If I breathe, I will break my chest open if another tribute doesn’t do it for me. Parts of me are stinging. I’m in pain, I know it, but I try to ignore it, wincing. I squeeze my eyes shut only for a second before glancing around with eyes wide as saucers, hastily taking in the scene of blood dripping into the earth like rain and children, my age, MY age, cutting kids down like trees…at least they’re trying. Normally, my stomach would be churning. But, I’m not watching from home and I’m the one who lifts the flail to cut someone else down.


[attacks Sophia Landros, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[Broken Left Collar Bone -- 6.5 damage]

I scoop up a tent, a full blown tent.

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[Lulu]

As they are the last ones left, Team ID has won the wealth. A list of leftover items will be compiled soon, and they have access to the cradle at the back of the cornucopia. Please refer to the RE for more information.

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Sophia Landros
District Four Female
Final Age - 12
Death Post

If only Sophia was lucky enough to not be born into a Career family that overdosed her Tesserae. If only she had been given a better body structure. If only she had left after getting her hands upon a weapon. If only she fled away from the tributes desiring her blood, instead of being greedy and wanting more. It's more honorable to die among the blood right? Where the action, violence, and children's death had also taken place. Instead of dying from an open wound, or lack of supplies. But honestly just dying sucked. It didn't matter where it was happening, it was happening. And there was nothing to do to stop it.

A few whistle sounding breaths of air escaped Sophia's lips, along among the blood covered floor. At least by this point her entire body had grown numb. Now it truly felt like a dream. The entire thing since her name was called felt as if a dream. Maybe it really is a dream. Either way they were all right. She was not a Career as much as she attempted to be like her older siblings. Were they watching her right now? Were they feeling sorrowful or embarrassed? Certainly her Mother would be crying, and possibly they all are. A smile slid to Sophia's chubby, pale baby-face, to reassure them all that she was fine.

Everything became foggy and bright. It actually felt peaceful despite all the chaos still going on. Now it's silent, with only animal noises filling the air. There the other tributes still around, picking through the goodies left behind. But they've all faded from Sophia's mind. Her eyes grew heavy and fluttered until staying completely closed. One last breath and she drifted to sleep, excited to awake and be surrounded by her family. That's what she'll do when she wakes up, be surrounded by her family.

(Sophia Landros Dies)

[Lulu]

A list of wealth items left behind for Team Id to divide up: (does not include your own items lists, which obviously you have as well)

3 Matches
3 Matches
3 Matches
3 Matches
3 Matches
3 Matches
Armored Vest (+10 torso)
Armored Vest (+10 torso)
Armored Vest (+10 torso)
Armored Vest (+10 torso)
Armored Vest (+10 torso)
Armored Vest (+10 torso)
Backpack
Binoculars
Binoculars
Binoculars
Blanket
Blanket
Brass Knuckles
Burlap Sack
Candle
Combat Boots (+3 Feet)
Combat boots (+3 feet)
Combat boots (+3 feet)
Combat boots (+3 feet)
Combat boots (+3 feet)
Combat boots (+3 feet)
Combat boots (+3 feet)
Compass
Cooking Pot
Cooking pot
Cooking pot
Cord
Cup
Earmuffs
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty jar
Fishing net
Fishing net
Flashlight
Flashlight
Flint
Flint
Flint
Gloves (+3 Hands)
Gloves (+3 Hands)
Gloves (+3 Hands)
Gloves (+3 hands)
Gloves (+3 hands)
Gloves (+3 hands)
Gloves (+3 hands)
Gloves (+3 hands)
Helmet (+5 head)
Jar of Tar
Jar of Tar
Lantern
Mosquito repellent
Needle and Thread (2 uses)
Needle and Thread (2 uses)
Needle and Thread (2 uses)
Needle and Thread (2 uses)
Needle and Thread (2 uses)
Needle and Thread (2 uses)
Nightvision goggles
Pair of Socks
Poncho
Purse
Roll of Bandages
Roll of Bandages
Roll of Bandages
Rope
Rope
Rope
Rope
Rucksack
Rucksack
Rucksack
Rucksack
Satchel
Shin Guards (+5 legs)
Shin Guards (+5 legs)
Sunglasses
Sunscreen
T-shirt
Tank Top
Tanktop
Tarp
Tent
Tube of Lipstick
Tweezers
Tweezers
Tweezers
Twine
Twine
Underwear
mosquito net
permanent marker

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