The Bloodbath

[Meghan]

Was this all? Was this really the moment that my dear brother lost his life? "No wonder the nightmares drove you to cigarettes, if your attempt to die was this pathetic." Dying in the bloodbath was pathetic, and I only realize this now. He must have really wanted to die to let them take him, would I do the same? My voice sounds gaunt against the wind and I can only hope it drives a chill into the back of the next tribute I attack. My fingers fall forward, searching for the item that will determine my life or death. I watch with fascination as my life is hacked to pieces before my eyes, and ponder if Cassius felt the same way, before they turned on him and became his destruction. Did he choose that path?

I know he could have killed them if he wanted to. They were weak. All of them! Cassius was twice the Tribute that they would ever be.

Yet he let their weapons slice him.

I can hear his murmurs on my neck, reminding me that I too can choose my fate. Guilt overtakes me as I realize I had been forgotten.
"I'm going, I'm going." I whisper to the wind, his wind, but its not listening. My arms swing on their own accord and my weapon goes flying towards the nearest tribute.

Good, get them while you still can.

[Beatrice attacks TRIBUTE with her WAR HAMMER OF DEATH]
[dice=200+7000]
[result]

[collects a t-shirt]

A white shirt goes into my bag next, just in case, and I move on.

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[Lulu]

Alright, you may begin posting again. SLOW DOWN.

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s h a d o w b i s o n

The muscles in your legs were screaming for you to stop. They ached terribly, throbbing in pain. Honestly this was more exercise than you cared to admit you did back in Five. Usually you were just lounging in the pasture with the cows for company. Not once did it ever cross your mind that you would be running for your life and actually hitting people. You tried to rationalize attacking other humans, desperately wanting somehow to justify it, but you could not think of any reason other than you wanted to live.

[attacks Linus – sword]
[dice=200+1000]
Deep Gash on Forehead -- 9.0

[picks up jar of tar]

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[Meghan]

Disregard my previous post this is my real post D:

Was this all? Was this really the moment that my dear brother lost his life? "No wonder the nightmares drove you to cigarettes, if your attempt to die was this pathetic." Dying in the bloodbath was pathetic, and I only realize this now. He must have really wanted to die to let them take him, would I do the same? My voice sounds gaunt against the wind and I can only hope it drives a chill into the back of the next tribute I attack. My fingers fall forward, searching for the item that will determine my life or death. I watch with fascination as my life is hacked to pieces before my eyes, and ponder if Cassius felt the same way, before they turned on him and became his destruction. Did he choose that path?

I know he could have killed them if he wanted to. They were weak. All of them! Cassius was twice the Tribute that they would ever be.

Yet he let their weapons slice him.

I can hear his murmurs on my neck, reminding me that I too can choose my fate. Guilt overtakes me as I realize I had been forgotten.
"I'm going, I'm going." I whisper to the wind, his wind, but its not listening. My arms swing on their own accord and my weapon goes flying towards the nearest tribute.

Good, get them while you still can.

[Beatrice attacks LINUS COHEN with her WAR HAMMER OF DEATH]
[dice=200+7000]
[miss 0]

[collects a t-shirt]

A white shirt goes into my bag next, just in case, and I move on.

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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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Ignoring the forearm that she'd literally just cut off another person, Cerise set her eyes on a nice coil of rope that was on the ground near her. She slung it over her shoulder, briefly musing why she was fixating on items more than people to kill. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she kept her calm. She had this under wraps, no problem. She wheeled around, ready to strike at the armless girl once more, but was startled to see the little wisp of a thing from twelve — one of Cerise's allies — shove her own longsword through that girl's throat. Color her cerise impressed.

"snark"

[attacks linus; longsword]
[dice=200+1000]
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[claims Rope]

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[Ivana Vox [Chime]]

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[Attacks linus; halberd]
[dice=200+13000]
[result -- damage]
[collects roll of bandages]

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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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Cassie Radke

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I have always wondered what it would be like to murder someone, or attempt it for that matter. Firstly it’s not near as bad as I thought it would be. Secondly, people are stupid, and I’m not a fan of stupid people. It’s like all that pent up rage coming from my hatred of stupidity finally has a place to be happily managed. That’s a bad way to look at it like “yay for killing people” but hey, you have to be optimistic sometime right?

People were being injured all around, and the bad thing was it didn’t surprise me. It didn’t bother me one bit, and I suppose I should be a tad concerned. But actually, that shouldn’t be my main concern right now, as I had more important things to worry about. Like I don’t know the imminent threat of death looming over my head at every corner I turned. It didn’t matter where you looked, someone was down. My glances were flitting from person to person mainly trying to find the couple of people I actually trusted. I heard a shout from the girl I knew, her name was Eden I believe, “Are you scared yet?” But, I didn’t have time to reply as I swung towards another person.

[Linus Cohen, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[broken left knee; 7.0]
[collects tent]

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“MAKE WAY YOU FUCKERS!” I hold my mace above my head with a grin. Flecks of blood drip down and I have to stop myself from laughing. The electricity of the bloodbath is through my veins, and I give in to the temptation that this is better than holding back. Why let them have any mercy when they were willing to show me none. I should think of little Sampson at home, watching in front of the television set. What would he and Deval be thinking, seeing me bash in the faces of all the little boys and girls around me? It had to be expected at this point, hadn’t it? Iago Izar-McClaine was going to ruin each and every one of the boys and girls in this arena. There was no question in my mind of that statement—just how, not if. I waved the mace in circles above my head and pointed a finger at my next target. It was his time to die.
[Iago tries to destroy Cerise with Mace]
[dice=200+7000]
[Result7058 -- Bruised Left Hand -- 2.0 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)]
[Iago collects Tent]

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I wish I were angrier; I feel like it would give my fighting a stronger edge, but it’s hard to be angry at a whole bunch of idiots I don’t know personally. So instead, I think of people I do hate. Well, yesterday Opal Shore punched me in the face and basically told me I was a wimp, so I think it would be safe to say she’s somewhere on the list. My eyes scanning the tributes before me, I pretend that they’re all Opal Shore – ditzy, conceited, and pure phony. Thinking about how horrifying it would be to have another person like that on this planet, I throw my fist in front of me and aim at the first Opal Shore I see.

[attacks Cerise, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[3.0]
[picks up rope]
header by Stare <3

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[Meghan]

Surely somebody must be dead by now? Or perhaps they had run away like the cowardly lion they were bred to be. Vinnie would have been that coward. I felt disgusted thinking about him. So disgusted that I swung my hammer at the next tribute with the greatest force yet. So hardened, so angry and so hurt that he would keep a secret like that from me. I wanted to imagine his face on whoever this person may be. Plaster his list of regrets on every surface of this arena and burn my holes in them. How dare he write me a letter, like that would do me any good.

I spit vile at the tributes feet, "This is your fault! You did this to me!"

I didn't bother to look at what I had grabbed this time, I just stuffed it in my bag with the rest of the items like a souvenir of sorts. My intentions were too set on this innocent person's blood to really care what I got.

[Beatrice attacks LINUS COHEN with her WAR HAMMER OF DEATH]
[dice=200+7000]
[result]

[collects gloves (+3 hands)]

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[semper]

s h a d o w b i s o n

Your eyes searched for Mantel. What was happening to him? Was he alright? Aside from your three allies, Mantel was the only other tribute that was kind to you. He was from Ten, you believed, and it struck your fancy. Your father had mentioned something about way back in the day when he almost moved the cows to Ten in order to follow all the other farmers, but he stay behind because your mother was pregnant with you. So, if they had moved to Ten, would you be in Mantel’s position now? Or would you still be back in the district cheering him on?

[attacks Linus – sword]
[dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Left Shoulder -- 3.5

[picks up pliers]

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Nope nope nope nope this isn’t happening can I leave now like pretty please it hasn’t even been like one minute and I’ve already had my fair share, my cup of tea – I want to go home, where the dragon doesn’t have to be on the outside to be on the inside and I can watch the sun rise without having to worry about someone slitting my throat and not just any person but someone just like me, someone who wants to breathe and run through the sandy beaches and whistle at the wind and eat ice cream with hot fudge on top and string necklaces with Mum on the days when the weather’s too rough to go back out to sea – oh Mum, Dad, Eye – what do you think of me now, now that I’m here in this desolate place with nothing but red for as far as the eye can see?
[Ewe flails at Cerise; weapon]
[dice=200+1300]
[result]
obtains flashlight

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[Deleted]

I find a safe haven in the midst of the chaos for a moment, a good distance away from the items on the ground. For a moment, I look at the tributes around me and laugh. It’s as if you can see the strings attached to their loaded arms, their raised head, their swift feet. It’s hard to believe that only weeks ago I had strings like that too – strings held by my self-serving, blackmailing scum of a brother, and then strings held by the Moreno parents who took me in. I’ve nearly pulled off the remainder of the ropes, but the Capitol is better at tying knots than I am at undoing them. If anything, their strings are still not strong enough to put a weapon in my hands as I go stumbling forward with my fist as my only ally.

[attacks Cerise, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Broken Shin - 7.0]
[picks up empty water jug]
header by Stare <3

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