The Bloodbath

[Ivana Vox [Chime]]

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[Attacks emery; halberd]
[dice=200+13000]
[result -- damage]
[collects flashlight]

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[rook]

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I wonder what the tapes will look like in the future. They always show them as previews before the games, as though we all want to remember when someone’s limb ripped off or our tributes fell. If anything they served as a reminder that everything we did we reverberate for ages to come. Good. I think, sweat now dripping down my forehead. Let them see how I was. At least I’m honest. Honest Iago. “EMERY. EMERY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I let out a yell toward the idiotic girl from one. We’d spent our whole days—and her, I’d imagine a lifetime—awaiting this moment, and she was using her hands? I want to club her over the head with my mace, but I don’t have enough time. Another body whizzes by my own and it takes all I have not to be struck down. With another instant, I stand tall and take a crack at another hapless idiot.
[Iago attempts destruction of Cerise with Mace]
[dice=200+7000]
[Result7140 -- Broken Left Arm -- 6.5 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)]
[Iago collects empty water jug]

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[Rosetta]

Matilde"Scout"Watson

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Something warm is splattered across my face and at this point, I’m not sure if it’s mud or blood. I’m not feeling. I’m moving. I’m running. I’m tugging my already-stained weapon behind me. My hands are already callusing and blistering against the chain, but if I imagine the pain isn’t there, I can erase it…for now. My heart is racing wildly, dispersing adrenaline like crazy through my body. I know, with a jolt in my stomach, it will run out and my strength will leave me, my fear will return and I will need to flee…as long as I can carry my newfound weapon. With this thought in mind, I, with a swallow, lunge forward to retrieve yet another item.

[attacks Cerise with the last name, flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[bruised collarbone 2 damage]
I’ve got it!
[Retrieves socks]

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Help me I feel like I’m drowning in red and not the good kind, it washes around me like a puddle and it’s not okay I just wanted to play in the rain not splash in these puddles and now the stains will never disappear oh take me away to somewhere where the weather is warm and humid or freezing and bitter anywhere but here anywhere but here no I have to be strong I have to be like Eye take what’s outside of you and put it inside because a little courage never hurt anybody except those I’m swinging this at oh no I hope you’re okay I really don’t want to hurt anyone but you all have to stay away from me please please please no more of this I’m done, done I say done with this charade, done with this game.
[Ewe flails at Cerise; weapon]
[dice=200+13000]
[result]
collect empty jar

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[aya]

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 traded blow for blow with enough of her opponents that Cerise felt it was time to cut her losses and adapt. Her body was scored with the failed attempts of jealous tributes dying — literally dying — to cut her down. Her spoils from the fight slung over her right shoulder, she scanned the battlefield for the girls she'd teamed up with and decided that if she didn't meet back up with them somewhere in the hedge maze that fenced them it, it wouldn't be the greatest tragedy to have stricken her life. The'd proven themselves to be reasonable fighters, of course — but her strategy was the same as it had been mere minutes ago when she'd rode the glass tube to the surface of the earth: adapt.

As much as she would have liked to stick it out through the whole bloodbath, to get the wealth, to spend the next few weeks gliding through the Games the way so many victors did before her —  Peridot and Klaus and Mace and Topaz and Aranica — but Cerise did not need the blessing of the finest items she could fit in her pack. She was a wiry girl, best off traveling light. No baggage — personal, emotional, physical. She would build her empire from the ground up, and that meant starting from scratch, with nothing but a handful of miscellaneous objects to her name.

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[Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort]

I was bloodied. I needed to leave. I ran as fast as my snapped knee and my exhausted body would take me. This was a very good start to things. It never was.


[Linus books it number one]

[semper]

s h a d o w b i s o n

You desperately hoped that Iago would not find you. It would be a lie to say that you were not utterly terrified of the guy – he could have very easily torn you down in the training center and he turned your emotions into child’s play. You were so much smaller than him, too, so it would be no problem if he wanted to overpower you. You were very keen to make sure you avoided him at all cost, knowing full well that he could destroy you in one fell swoop. I want to make it out so I can go home.

[attacks Cerise – sword]
[dice=200+1000]
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[picks up empty water jug]

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[Meghan]

If only they announced each tributes death in real time with cannons during the bloodbath they so lovingly painted with red fear today. That would be a treat! To fire off their crowning BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! as we battled it out. Announcing as each heart was pierced and each throat was cut. Let the tributes realize the futility of their death before it even occurred, so they would stop fighting and just accept fate! That would make our jobs a lot easier, now wouldn't it?

I was becoming their cruelty with every step.

The worst part? I didn't even mind it. I tore down another tribute in my quest to collect my treasures. My hammer swung towards flesh and I felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Let them cry for all I care, for right now, I was alone.

"Boom, boom, boom, goes the sound of their death! Oh, I have to wonder, which one of us is next?"

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

[collects an empty water jug]

I find a water jug and eagerly hide it in the folds of my bag. Water would be vital to survival here, and it would be too big a risk to let my fellow tributes see this prize.

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My mother once told me that – Kidding. My mother never told me shit about nothing – not my birth mother, not my adoptive mother. I wonder what’s going on in the other tributes’ minds right now. The ones that aren’t thinking about killing, killing, and more killing are probably crying internal tears over their mommy and daddy who aren’t here right now to tell them what to do. I think everyone really just needs to chill for a moment and take a good, long breather. I can see it on some of the tribute’s faces: they’re sad, they’re lonely, they’re anxious. They don’t realize that feelings are what will cost them this game, so I throw myself forwards, toward the first weakling my eyes land upon.

[attacks Ivana, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[gash femur 4.0]
[picks up twine]
header by Stare <3

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[Ivana Vox [Chime]]

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[Attacks emery; halberd]
[dice=200+13000]
[result -- damage]
[collects lantern]

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Cassie Radke

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“Well, it depends on what your definition of scared is.” I shouted back towards Eden. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was scared. I mean I was definitely scared of something, maybe it was death, maybe it was of these kids (because let’s be honest, they could all pass for psychopaths), or maybe it was of killing people. I wasn’t sure, and I don’t think I had near enough time to figure it out.

I kept watching out for Shadow, making sure he picked up things as he went along or that he wasn’t hurt too badly. I mean we were all going to get hurt, and to pretend that you would make it out of this without a scratch on you was pointless. You were going to get hurt, so you might as well get used to the idea of pain. Refusing to acknowledge it wouldn’t do you much good, and neither would worrying about it incessantly. And with that, I swung again.
[Ivana Vox , flail]
[dice=200+12000]
[broken left shin; 7.0]
[collects nightvision goggles]

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Chaos collects like a wave surging up and over all of us. The none of us were in control, not when we could only swim toward the surface. Already some had fallen under the weight of wave but I, breath thin and chest burning, was reaching toward the surface. It could get easier in time, if I were to let it. I imagine the faces that will show in the sky tonight should remind me of my humanity. But I’m not sorry about any of these disgusting little brats losing the only chance they had at survival. Fuck them. One of them had tried to stab me with their sword, another with a glaive. Why on earth should I feel sorry for any of those that could potentially pierce my heart? It’s as though I’m supposed to be forgiving for the sake of being forgiving. Didn’t anyone just want to survive? That wasn’t so wrong.
And yet here I was, rationalizing away the irrational. There could be a moment where I looked back on all of this and wished I could say sorry. But I was only to settle for the crash of truth: we were condemned, each of us, and here was the moment for us to write our own psalms. I raised my Mace one more time, heavy in my hands, and made a good, heaving swing. It was time to destroy, lest I be destroyed.
[Iago flails wildly at Ivana Vox with his Mace]
[dice=200+7000]
[Result7149 -- Bruised Ribs -- 3.0 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)]
[Iago collects fishing net]

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There are people all around me and it’s starting to make me a little dizzy. Once second, he’s over there and then he’s over there and…I thought she was over here and you know what? Maybe I should just get the hell out of here because it’s obviously more stress than it needs to be. However, there is a lust within me to continue fighting, a desire to be the best anyone’s ever seen. They all carry their weapons as if they’re noodles in a swimming pool, as if they can’t float without them. Well you know what? I’ll teach them something even better than swimming – I’ll show them how to kill, and I won’t need any weapons to do it.

[attacks Ivana, unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[bruised back - 2.5]
[picks up empty water jug]
header by Stare <3

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[rook]

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