The Bloodbath

[rook]

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[Rosetta]

Matilde"Scout"Watson

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The images on television do not do the bloodbath justice. On television, it seems even calm. Here, it is nothing of the kind. I take off my plate, running at full speed towards the golden cornucopia. This silly uniform makes me feel slower. I’m used to overalls, not this silly hat get-up. There’s no time to worry about it-from what I’ve seen from past Games, this uniform will ripped, blood-stained and otherwise utterly destroyed in a day. Just like usual for me. Glistening right in front of me is some kind of weapon…nothing like I’ve ever seen before, but it’s obvious from the heavy balls on either side of a chain it’s meant to do harm. I’m about to reach for it when someone steps in my way and all of a sudden, it’s the school yard again and someone is in my way and I, Scout, tighten my fists and swing.

[attacks Brenden, unarmed]
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[thrown to ground .5]
With them out of the way, I quickly pick up the weapon.

[Retrieves Meteor Hammer]

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[Sage]

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[kousei ♚]

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[/font] However I am also desperate for my life. Sure my life is more important than getting a few items, I mean I do have a weapon already after all, however these items could easily be my salvation later. I continue running as I see a a tribute. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of what this tribute could do to me at any moment. I need to fight back if I am to live to see my next birthday. And I hate it, I hate this way of life I have been forced into, this sick survival game with only one way out. Cold-blooded murder is the only way to live. Biting back tears I swing my weapon at the tribute.

I am so sorry, I feel so bad, I feel like the worst person in the world, like a monster. I can't tell if the tribute has died from my attack or not and I don't want to look to find out. I turn and keep running, picking up another random thing on the bloodstained ground and stuff it awkwardly in my bag.

[Mantel attacks Brendan with Longsword
[dice=200+1000]

[1008 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage
(Sword)]

[Mantel picks up Gloves]

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[Ivana Vox [Chime]]

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[Attacks eden; halberd]
[dice=200+13000]
[result -- damage]
[collects purse]

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The mace is heavy in my hands, and I spend a moment looking at the little spikes on the edges of the smooth metal ball. The shaft is heavy, and with a swing I nearly topple over from the effort. I could crush someone’s skull with one of these. Or better yet, I could bash them until their brains spew out onto the ground. Is it really so easy now that I have a weapon to think—to lose a bit of myself? Ha, it’s almost fun to think that I can make them fall apart. I’ve already sworn off those around me, cursing them for getting too close. The little kids are hair pulling, ignorant little trollops that have no idea what they’re up against. If they so much as wanted to spill my blood they would have to take the whole of me down to do so.
[Iago flails hard at brendon with his Mace]
[dice=200+7000]
[Result7159 -- Bruised Left Collar Bone -- 2.0 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)]
[Iago collects his purse]

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I'm already born
I'm already wise
I'm already worn
I'm already wonderin' what am I

Cerise Mephistopheles—

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She wanted to shout at the girl she'd hit, eager to rub her minor victory in the face of the lesser tribute, but did not have the attention span — she could gloat after she'd run her through with her new longsword. She enjoyed the blade, thought it suited her. Even if it was half her size at least. The long blade swished through the air as The Fist abandoned her roots and sliced at the same tribute.

"snark"

[attacks eden; longsword]
[dice=200+1000]
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[claims duffel bag]

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Throughout my childhood, I was always pulling spears out of toyboxes and building dollhouses with arrows. Knives were for more than just chopping vegetables, just as axes were for more than merely chopping trees. What ignorant children surround me, grabbing knives and swords and trying to justify themselves when it’s obvious that most of them held a sword for the first time just yesterday. They’re all just children who haven’t grown out of their toys yet, but I’m done being that. I don’t need to hide behind a bow to know that I’m strong; my fists will do me more than any toy ever could.

[attacks Brendon Halt, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage]

[Grabs Satchel]
header by Stare <3

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[shrimp]

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Everything’s moving so fast oh god I have to go I have to go soon otherwise someone’s going to sneak up behind me with some weird type of weapon that I don’t know about because we didn’t have enough money to enroll into the Career Training program in District 4 I mean we got crabs and pearls and we had enough to be happy we didn’t need fame or glory to be happy. And there’s not much to be happy about, in all honesty. It’s impossible to win the Hunger Games even if you’ve trained, you still have at least four others who’ve done the same thing and now the bar’s been raised and I know I’m not getting out of here alive I just have to get out of here alive oh look something to hit people with in case what’s it do oh shoot –
[Ewe attempts to test out his weapon but instead has poor aim and swings it at brendon; weapon]
[dice=200+13000]
[13078 -- Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5 ]
obtains satchel

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[✨ zozo.]

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I am death-defying love. Burning for my sister, for my family, for my home. If I'm to return home I refuse to go back in a box, just an item for the Capitol to collect. I am the collector, the stealer of things left behind by people who no longer wanted (or needed) them. But I am needed, I am wanted, not in a box hidden underneath my bed but with my sister, with my heart beating inside of my own chest instead of hiding away in the key that lies beside hers. My ribcage bursts open and I force myself forward, fighting for my life and the thoughts of home as my arms swing with inexperience at whomever tries to put out my fire that burns through my body and explodes with violent intentions as an extension of myself.

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attacks [eden] with [meteor hammer (flail)]
[dice=200+12000]
Broken Left Collar Bone -- 6.5 damage

[picks up burlap sack]



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[rook]

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[Onyx]

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My shoes are wet with stranger's blood and my hands shake white as they grip the handle of my axe, its blade already stained crimson. So many people tumble to the ground, ripping and clawing at each other, their teeth bared into animalistic snarls as their hands scrabble for something, anything to be of use. Upon the edges of my vision I see others scatter and streak for the maze, their items clattering about behind them.

What else do I need? Instinct tells me to flee with my weapon but I know that isn't enough, I need food and water and things to hold that food and water in... my eyes float to the empty rucksack just down the way and I bolt before I can think about it, sidestepping limbs and blades, awkwardly twisting around an outstretched hand on the ground (don't think about it, don't look at it) and snatching it up to place across my shoulders.

[Vespasian picks up his rucksack.]

My sprint must have attracted attention for the steps behind me are swift, and I swing around just in time to deliver a blow to the stranger accepting the sting of my swing.

[Vespasian attacks Storm]
[dice=200+11000]
[shallow cut on back, 4]

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[florentine, d4b ❁]

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lucy peverell.

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Immorality, you know, is laying down your weapon upon anybody. Although you do not intend to kill a single soul - you are not afraid to wound or maim or burn in exchange for the safety of those you seek to protect. You are as stubborn in battle as you are in life, and this leads you into the fray of tangled bodies and death without question. You do not fear slaughter, and at the moment with a rapidly beating heart and adrenaline in your veins, you do not fear yourself.

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[lucy attacks eden, sword]

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