The Bloodbath

[Meghan]

The fluttering pitter-pat of my heart felt subdued with the added confidence of my weapon, but this was only the beginning of the adventure. I could not survive with strength alone, and it was crucial I collected supplies. For once, I cursed myself for not making friends when I had the chance. Would I soon regret it? Or would the three that my training session had rewarded me protect me from their venomous eyes? I leap from body to body, from useless ground to useless ground in my attempt to avoid the fray. Never have I felt fear like this, but I almost revere the madness it has struck within my heart. Somebody is standing in my path and I moan a howl of fury. "The fear of death will be your last if you do not step aside!" I declare in a sing-song voice and swing my arm to unleash my hammer. I hope it finds their skull. Let the gods decide their fate now.

[Beatrice attacks MANTEL SCOFF with her WAR HAMMER OF DEATH]
[dice=200+7000]
[miss 0.0]

[collects a backpack]

I dive into another pile and grab at the most promising of items. My fingers find a fabric strap and I dig furiously, the hairs on my neck tingling from the tension of feeling everything around me. Would this be the moment a tribute would come up and slice off my head? I snarl and give the bag one last pull and throw it onto one shoulder. It would be best to let it carry the rest of my supplies. My eyes unravel the scene and I search for another item.

"Bet you're loving this, eh, Nox?"

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s h a d o w b i s o n

There was no time to pause, no time to think. Only react. Your heart was pounding in your ears and there were a few instances where you were nearly certain anyone around you could hear the muscle frantically pumping blood in order to keep your body moving fluidly. You were eagerly sucking in air, trying to satisfy your lungs and ward away the burning sensation of not having enough oxygen. But quickly you discovered that the air was much thicker and harder to get than you had imagined

[attacks Vespasian – sword]
[dice=200+1000]
hallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5

[picks up purse]

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[Rosetta]

Matilde"Scout"Watson

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The weapon is heavier than I imagined, but my blood is pumping with adrenaline. If I concentrate hard enough, I may be able to swing this baby. Around me, the sounds of pain rise in a chorus and I grit my teeth. I know I should be getting out of here. Running. But, something has taken over and with this new weapon in my hand, I feel stronger even. Like I can do this. And the lure of items is too strong. I want more. My hands are grabbing. They’re hungry. But, first, there’s someone in my way. Some silly tribute between me and my prize.

[attacks Vespasian, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[broken right hand-6]
Hastily, I scoop up the first thing on the ground in front of me.
[Retrieves purse]

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I’ve always loved the feeling of chaos, and I love it especially now. It’s nice to know that everything around me is falling apart and yet my mind still feels intact. I’ve dropped everything that I have to hold onto; thus, nothing can be taken from me. It’s hard not to love things; I want to be able to say that I’d always loved the Career boy that had picked me up off the street on that rainy day, but choosing not to love him anymore was the best decision I ever made. Now, I can have swords digging deep into my stomach, knives ripping off my face, and I’ll still feeling nothing. Nothing will ever hurt.

[attacks Vespasian , unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Miss -- 0.0 damage]

[Grabbed Cowboy hat]
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Cassie Radke

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My hand hurt from that, and it hadn’t even done that much damage. You had to hand it to me though, I tried. But with the weapon that was now I now held, I figured things might be a little easier. Just a little though, nothing about this was easy to be honest. I kept a hawk eye view on Shadow, threatening to strike at whatever came near him, be it a person, animal, or plant. But as much as I hated this and all, the adrenaline was kicking in, and I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it, but I sure wasn’t minding it either.

Every few minutes I would think back to Cole, I still kept asking the question: was he watching me? Was he trying to coach me behind the screen, even if his efforts were futile? I hoped so. Now that I had had time to think about whether or not I wanted him to be tuning in, I had decided yes, I did want him to be watching. I know that if I’m going to die (which I am, no questions asked) if only one person was to watch, I would want it to be him. He’s the one person I want to remember me, even if absolutely no one else does. But see, you can’t think too long, because if you do, you might get caught off guard, and with that, I swung.

[Siana Felies, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[broken jaw; 7.0]
[collects purse]

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“Fuck you little bitch,” I snap out at one that runs past. I look for Emery in the ensuing chaos but I can’t see through all the movement. My heart pounds into my ears but I stand firm and above it all. They want to break me? They had another thing coming to them. I was here until the death knell sounded. If the gamemaker had wanted a show then I would give it to them. Not to provide the arrogant and overpleased oaf that thought he was the cock of the walk. But to cause the chaos, to incite and destroy whatever fraying bits of humanity this group had left. We were animals undone in our own filth—just a pack of dogs ripping one another to shreds. The screams should’ve shook me, but instead they add fire to my veins. I swing my Mace again, this time aiming for the pigtails I see nearby.
[Iago jabs quickly at vespasian with Mace]
[dice=200+7000]
[Result7113 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)]
[Iago collects cooking pot]

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[rook]

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[florentine, d4b ❁]

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lucy peverell.

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On your father's dresser at home sit four tiny white pills with the power to make everything stop. You don't know about them - despite spending your life buried in a world of terrible things, you only ever saw the sun. Perhaps that was what kept you safe for the fourteen long years you spent living between the world of Winter and District Twelve, but now it leaves you lost and so very afraid. In truth, you expected to see bloodshed and tears, violence and treachery. Year after year you watched it on the television - twenty-four tributes each desperate to get home, to murder and to slaughter and to kill. But these past days in the training center, a part of you began to think it would be different, this time. Only a small part, but all the same, the clashing of metal is a bitter shock.

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[lucy flees the bloodbath]

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[Onyx]

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[✨ zozo.]

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Pain is awful. I can't tell whether I'm feeling physical pain coursing through my body due to someone else's selfish violence, the pain of someone else's as I strike them, my limbs screaming from all the running and rushing and running again, or if my body is causing it from the need to get out get out get out. There's blood everywhere, a blur of bodies that rise and fall around me, screams of protest and defeat and sheer horror of this place and the acts we are committing. We're a cacophony of terror cooking up a storm, each and every one of us. This is a nightmare every child in the country has dreamed, except I can't wake up from it.

So I run instead.

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[saffron flees the bloodbath]
[uses first aid on cerise for -3 damage]



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[Ivana Vox [Chime]]

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

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[Lulu]

On pause till further notice.

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[kousei ♚]

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All the blood, all the death, the screams of dying tributes. And I've contributed to it all. I just can't stay here anymore, it's time to go, it's time to run. "Leave me alone!" I scream at the top of my lungs and take off running, my twig legs carrying me away from this chaos, I just can't stay here anymore, I need to run, I need to go. I'm sprinting away from the cornucopia. The pain I've taken, the pain I've inflicted.

It's all just too much.

[Mantel gets the fuck out]

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[Sage]

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[Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort]

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