The Bloodbath

[Lulu]

Good morning and welcome to the 65th Annual Hunger Games Bloodbath, tiny Tributes! Your Gamemakers have developed a very special Games for you. First and foremost, we would like to encourage each and every one of you to read the rules, as it makes life a lot easier for everyone when all parties involved are aware of the rules and expectations.

Please remember that tributes with broken legs may flee the BB, although it will take them THREE flee posts instead of the usual one.

For smooth operation of the bloodbath, please be aware of the following:

-Everyone must make an introductory post; it doesn't matter if you've taken Stealth or not.
-You may not attack tributes who haven't made their introductory posts.
-You must, must, must wait for at least THREE other people to post in between your attacks. If you are in an alliance of four, you must wait for at least one person who is not in your alliance to post as well.
-One tribute may only be attacked six times between their attacks.
-You must also wait for at least three other people to post in between your last attack post and your fleeing post.
-You may not attack in your fleeing post.
-Please be aware that if you have a severed leg or leg part, you may not flee without the aid of another tribute, who must also flee. With broken leg or leg parts, you may flee in three posts as stated above, or you may be carried out by an ally as well.
-Once you flee, you may not re-enter the bloodbath.
"Generic Attack Posts" are completely, positively, 100% prohibited in the Bloodbath. All posts must adhere to site standards.
- Stations are not valid during the Bloodbath, except First Aid upon fleeing. This means self defense, blades, etc. will take affect after the tribute has left the bloodbath.

ANY violations of these rules will result in an additional 8 damage dealt to the offending tribute.

Additionally, please make sure that you specify who you're attacking. When you're finished, for the sake of convenience, please edit your post to include the corresponding attack. Include the TRIBUTE NAME, and NOT the owner's name; for example [attacks Mace Emberstatt] is valid; [attacks earthling/Kay] is not.

Each tribute's damage will be updated on on The Hunger Games Engine, so pay attention and don't forget to refresh the page!


Tribute item lists may be found on this thread. Information on what to do with it is found on this thread as well.

The only other thing that seems to be leftover in the Cornucopia is... a cradle? An ornately designed baby's cradle, sitting in the back of the golden horn, containing a number of supplies.

To clarify, the Wealth also includes any unclaimed items, as well as the items of dead tributes. The exception to this would be weapons, which can be claimed by the tribute's killer following his/her death.

You must be one of the first 18 tributes to post in the Bloodbath in order to be eligible for the Wealth. If your alliance has 3 or 4 people, two members of your alliance must be one of the first 18 tributes to post in the bloodbath.

Today's Weather
Clear skies
High: 65F (18C), 10% humidity
Low: 58F (14C), 10% humidity


Tribute Uniforms
Medieval style white undershirt and maroon sleeveless tunic, khaki breeches, white knee-high socks, black lace-up boots, this hat (in maroon).

Unlike in previous Games, we will be specifying a date for the Bloodbath to end, and a later date for Day One to conclude, to give any tributes remaining behind for the wealth a bit of time to catch up. The Bloodbath will end on Thursday, October 31st. Anyone who has not posted in the Bloodbath by then will be killed, as always. Day One will conclude Saturday, November 2nd.

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[GONG]

Let the 65th Annual Hunger Games begin!

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Death. Jim awoke with fear. Today he would go into the arena. Death. The word was practically shouting at him. He felt the fear inside him spread everywhere. Sweat broke out across his face, but he wiped it away. He tried standing, but his legs gave out from shock and exhaustion. I need to concentrate cause in just a few short hours, I will be out there in the wilderness, in the arena created by the Capitol, in the arena that was designed for me to either kill or be killed. His hands covered his face. Jim didn't want to kill anyone at all. I don't even harbor any hate toward Cerise or Beatrice. I want them to live. They deserve to go home. Me? I should die. I have no one at home who wishes me to make it back. He felt the tears building in his eyes, but he held them in. Today was the beginning of the end for him, and he wanted go out in a blaze of strength not cowardice.

Jim tried getting up, but again his legs failed him. The fear of going into the arena definitely has gotten to him. If only the tributes saw me now. I would be easy pickings for the rest of them. Damn it I need to pull it together. With effort, Jim pushed the ever growing wall of fear down, trying to rid his mind of such implications, he didn't need fear, not now. Sighing, Jim got to his feet, his knees like twigs, threatening to collapse in on him and walked out of the room, without another word. The escort started to talk about getting ready, but he didn't pay any attention. Lets just get my death over with. Maybe Cerise could get the first kill of the games right here. It didn't bother him at all that he was ready to die. He already accepted the fact that death was coming to greet him soon. Breakfast didn't seem so appetizing due to the occasion so he walked back to his room.

Why isn't it time yet for them to come get me? Cant the Capitol see I am ready to die? Jim got up and threw a punch into a nearby wall, but he let out a cry of pain. Pain. A memory of his aunt and uncle beating him bubbled to the front of his mind. The last beating before he was reaped. They kept screaming at him that he was a good for nothing waste of space. I don't know if I should be happy that I'm away from them, or sad because that is two more people I will lose in my life. The fact that he wasn't in the arena, and he was like this bothered him. Death awaited him. Jim's shoulders relaxed. Enough time must of passed between getting up because now he was being told to follow somebody. He didn't pay much attention. Sweet death. I come to greet you. We'll embrace soon enough. His heart rate shot up after silently speaking the words. Death. Its all he could think about. Would he be an embarrassment to his buddy Storm? I hope Storm doesn't see me in the bloodbath. With luck he'll get out and think I died honorably.

The hovercraft was in front of him. Jim walked toward it with a smile. Death was so close he could feel it. Just a little while longer. Then death will claim me and I'll finally get to see my parents after so long. He got on the hovercraft with a grim smile. The hovercraft lifted off and flew away from the Capitol. Now was the time for him to release any bit of weakness from his body. The tears started to flow freely from his eyes. His arms felt lifeless. He didn't have any feeling in his legs. Riding in the hovercraft didn't help matters. To him it was the ride to death. The hovercraft landed and he was lead to his room where he would rise in his tube for the bloodbath. The nerves inside him threatened to grow. He managed to keep them buried deep within, but his wall was already starting to crack. His heart started to beat fast. He slowly walked toward the tube and stepped in. The platform slowly, but surely brought him into the arena.






Death. I come to greet you. Just a little while now. I promise to welcome you with open arms. Only a little while longer, then we shall meet. Jim looked around. He saw a beanstalk that is extremely huge. His attention snapped back to the tributes. He needed a plan to survive. "H60....59...." The countdown begun. Jim shoved his fear down, he didn't need fear going into the bloodbath. Not now.



"45....44...." The countdown to death. Jim didn't realize time was going by slowly. It already looked like it was time for the killing to begin. "T. Just a little more then a minute before I greet you death." Inside of him was a struggle. The tears threatened to come out of his eyes, but Jim held them in. The struggle started to tear him up inside.



"35....34...." Jim looked around and noticed Storm staring his way. Death. No matter what happens, I beg of you to spare him. I offer myself to you in the hopes that you spare Storm Jay. No one deserves to live more than him.



"20...." Time was close. It just under a minute, Jim would greet death with open arms. Storm wanted him to fight, but killing someone would be hard for him. He looked around, but didn't care anymore. Jim had one plan, and that was to get Storm out alive. Even if it meant sacrificing himself in order to do it.



"5....4....3....2....1...." The gong sounded. Jim didn't have anymore time to think. He knew what needed to be done.

Jim McCoy has entered the bloodbath.

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[bg=8B6F80][atrb=width,400px,true;][atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellspacing,5,true;][atrb=cellpadding,0,true;][atrb=style, border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; padding: 35px 30px 35px 30px; border-top: 1px solid #000000; border-left: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000;] The early morning sun sprinkle its magic dust around my eyes, "Good morning little hero," it said with a big smile. I am no hero, just pretending to be one, nonetheless I smile at him. Exhaling, I stare at the clean canvas above me, how white it seems, like Snow White, but just like Snow White it might be dead and I didn't want that. I want things to be as happy and festive as the people here in the capitol. My body rises from the comfort of soft mattress, the last time I lay on a mattress like this was when I was home with my parents. Before everything got to heavy for me to bear, before the voices echoed through out my house, feet makes their way to the chairs around the table. My hands rubs itself to my arms, oh, how cold this morning is, maybe it's the air condition in my room, is the ice queens castle as cold as this, maybe more. Growing up I have always sen the ice queens palace a haven because winter before was a beautiful time. It meant hot chocolate, toasty blankets, and cuddling with parents, but ever since I turned 9 everything changed. Winters meant cold harsh words exchanged by my parents. No more cuddling in front of the fire place. No more hot chocolates, instead broken chinas and thrown-out-of-the-window cutlery. I move towards the table full of paint bottles of different colours, hands make their way to a bottle of blue, red and yellow. The primary colours. I have always been fascinated about these colours, like how from simple mixing and stirring you'll be able to create a whole different colour, then you mix the hybrid colours and you end up creating a spectrum. Yes, that's what the canvas needs, a spectrum of colours. I begin climbing the wooden door way to Narnia, I checked before, it isn't a door way, but a wardrobe full of colourful clothes; nonetheless, I like calling it a door way because it makes it seem more magical. ~ "Sticky it's time for breakfa-. HOLY CRAP WHAT DID YOU DO!!" says Seatak, his face as white as the ceiling before I finished with it. "I thought it needed more life. Anyways, breakfast time?" I say with a childish grin on my face, I am a child, not a hero, but I can try to be one. Walking out, I take Seataks hand and walk with him down the hall. "Will you miss me when I die in the Hunger Games Seatak?" I say staring at his eyes. I can feel water building up in my eyes, but I blink them away. Heroes do not cry Sticky, put that in your cranium. "Well of course Sticky! Why wouldn't I," he says ruffling my hair. But I don't believe him. I bet he says this to every tribute that asks him the same question, but I do enjoy the warmth his hands bring to my little body. I can feel his magical warmth, spread through out my body. This is the same warmth I feel whenever I'm with my parents before, I guess I'm going to have to accept this kind of warmth from strangers now. We continue walking to the dining hall. ~ 10

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Oh how the time flies, the las thing I remember was eating a bowl of porridge. I hope the three bears aren't mad.

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The next was me putting on my peter pan suit. Off to the first star to the right.

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I can't fly! Where's Tinkerbell? Tink, tink? Where are you?

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Tink I can't fly! Help!

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Happy thought are lost within the sea of monsters in my head. My fingers begin to shake and sweat starts to drip from my forehead to my nose.

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I need Seatak! I need my parents! I want my notebook! Tears begin to fall from my eyes, screw being a hero, I'm a child!

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I start controlling my breathing, close my eyes and in hale and exhale.

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Clenching my fist, my eyes open with the determination to live. I need to return to my Kingdom, I have too.

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I'm done running away. Come at me monsters I look to Saffron, the girl with the keys, maybe that's why she's tough, she has something to keep her spirits up. I can feel the Ice queens chill in the tube, but I remember Seatak's warmth and the coolness disappeared.

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This will be an awfully wonderful adventure.

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Then I begin to run. Not from the problem, but towards it.

[[ Sticky Washington enters the Bloodbath of the 65th Games. ]]

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly

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The blank walls seem to grow closer to my face as I try to force myself to sleep. I need to be asleep because tomorrow may be my last day to be alive. I'm going into the arena where I could possibly die. I might be going to meet Jabber sooner than I wanted to. I close my eyes trying to block out everything around me. I have an ally. I have one that I can trust in the arena. I've been away from my home for only a few days, but it feels like forever. I miss my home. I miss being around my family. I miss being with Violet, Red, Mist, Fawn, Mocking, Stellar, and Westimer. I miss my momma and papa always pressuring me to do well. I miss all my cousins. I miss being around everyone. A pain shoots through my heart like someone has just stabbed me with a knife. I double over in bed as the butterflies preform their pre-show. I grab the covers and cover my head up. I need sleep. I need to go to sleep so I can stay up longer in the arena. Sleeping in the arena would bring my death, and I can't have that happening. I turn over face down on the bed and close my eyes.

Thud! Thud! Thud! My entire body jumps off the bed sending me into one big convulsion. My heart jumps under my chest as my stomach drops to the floor. The sun shines through the window into the place I have called my bed room for the last few days. It's never compared to my bed at home, and I know it never will, but it'll be better than sleeping on the ground in the arena. Thud! Thud! Thud! I curse under my breath as I look around the room trying to figure out what's going on. I don't know where the sound is coming from. I hear the same sound again. I force myself to sit up as I stare at the door across the room. I place my feet on the floor as I drag myself over to the door. I sigh again as the pounding on the door continues. "Just give me a minute! I'm coming!" I shout at the top of my lungs without meaning too. Whoever it is, is just trying to help. "Sorry." I mumble silently as I open the door and I find myself standing face to face to my escort. I'm tempted to slam the door and lay back down in bed, but that isn't going to solve anything. In fact, it could make me die faster.

"I know what today is. I know I have to get ready to go, but I want to sleep. I want to sleep a few more minutes. It wouldn't hurt would it?" I feel the tears forming in my eyes as my hands shake violently at my side. I look away from the escort as I already know the answer. I know the answer is no because it's the big day for all of Panem. I'm being forced into an arena to fight against twenty-three others from all over the nation. It's the damn Capitol's fault. If they weren't so stupid, I would still be at home right now with my family. I look up at the escort with hopeful eyes begging to go back to sleep, but I know it's just going to be a heart breaker when the words escape from his lips.""You can't sleep anymore, Storm. You have to be on time. The arena starts today. It's a big day for everyone." My hands clinch into fists as I slam them into my sides. All of them are the same no matter what. My head drops towards the floor. "Yeah, you're right. Today is possibly my last day alive, and it's such a big day." I look up at the escort again before quickly lowering my gaze.

No need to be rude Storm. Just relax and chill. Reluctantly, I follow the escort down the hall to where breakfast is waiting on the table. I need to eat as much as I can, but I don't feel like eating. I don't want anything right now. The butterflies are dancing so much I feel like I could vomit at any possible moment. I feel the blood leave my face turning it as pale as a sheet of paper like I've just seen a ghost. Did Jabber feel like this the morning of the arena? Was he so sick he couldn't eat? Was he afraid of going into the arena? I'll never know the answers because he died. He died the opening day of the arena. He died first because he was ganged up on. He's dead. I can't go talk to him. His death is the reason I'm haunted by nightmares. I see myself dying every night since I was reaped. His death is the reason I hate living in Panem. Maybe I'll be a free bird soon. "Jabber, if you are out there anywhere, give me a sign. I need a sign from you. I'm in the same position you were last games. Please help me." I whisper silently as a tear drops down my face.

I'm lead to the roof where the hovercraft is waiting to take me to the underground catacombs. My last safe place before I'm sent into the arena. It's the last place I may ever remember before I serve my death sentence. I'm loaded into the hovercraft. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what to except. I don't want to be here anymore. Someone save me. Please someone save me. I don't belong here. I'm going to die. Jabber, I need you. Please help me. Please someone. I watch as the training center grows smaller as the hovercraft flies farther and farther away. It's hard to believe that I was able to see the Capitol up close. I was there. I trained there. I slept there. I ate there. I lived there since I was brought here on the train, and I'm being taken away from it. I'm going away to die for all of Panem. I'm supposed to be happy, but I'm not. I'll never be happy because I hate them. I hate everything about this place. They said they love us, but they watch as we die in front of their very eyes. They can't love us because that isn't what love is.

I'm led off the hovercraft into the underground catacombs. My entire body shakes uncontrollably. My legs are like cement sticking to the ground weighing a thousand pounds. I force myself to move. I can't be seen as being terrified now. I can't let anyone know how terrified I am because I may be considered an easy target. Maybe it'll work the opposite way? They'll see me as weak and leave me alone? I shake my head. I know that would never happen. I'm led through a door where my stylist is standing in the room. I look up unsure of what to say. The stylist places me in the outfit I'll be wearing for the arena. It's amazing how perfectly it fits. They know me more than I know myself. They know everything about me. My fears, my dreams, my wishes, my family. I grab a glass of water and sip on it. My hands shake as I hold the glass and water splashes out around me. I sigh as I hand the stylist the glass back. "Ten seconds." My knees buckle under my weight as my heart prances as I force myself over to the metal plate as a plastic tube surrounds me leading me into darkness.

Breathe and relax. The darkness quickly changes as I find myself staring at my home until I die. I quickly look around learning my surroundings trying to figure out the best way to go. Do I flee the bloodbath? Do I stay in the bloodbath and grab the items I'll need to survive? My eyes widen when I see what's standing in front of me. A huge hedge maze. It surrounds the cornucopia. I allow my eyes to look at the cornucopia searching through the items. All of them are important. I need them more than anything right now. I need to get my hands on a weapon if I want to survive. I need to get my hands on anything that'll give me a fighting chance. My stomach drops to the ground as the butterflies preform the final act. My hands shake at my sides I grip the side of my pants and my hands still shake. Please don't let me die. I stand there waiting for the beginning of the countdown to begin. My eyes quickly darting over the area trying to get used to where I am. It's so different. I don't know what to except. I don't think anyone does, but this is about to be the fight of a life time.

~Sixty~
~Fifty-nine~
~Fifty-eight~
~Fifty-seven~

I watch the clock ticking down. I look through the other tributes trying to find Jim and Sticky. They are my allies during these games. They are the ones that I'm going to trust with my life. They are the only people I trusted since I arrived at the training center. I trust them more than my own district partner.

~Forty-five~
~Forty-Four~
~Forty-Three~
~Forty-Two~

My time is running out. I need to decide if I run into the bloodbath or if I'm going to flee the bloodbath leaving myself for dead later on when I fight someone without a weapon. Flee or stay? Think Storm think! I look at the weapons laying on the cornucopia trying to decide if I should go in and fight.

~Thirty~
~Twenty-nine~
~Twenty-eight~
~Twenty-seven~

I look over at Jim trying to make eye contact with him. I need to know what he's planning on doing. We talked about our strategy. We know what we planned, but I need to be sure he's not going to bail on me. I need to know he's going to stay by my side throughout the arena until we are forced to separate. I look over at Sticky trying to figure out what he's going to do. Will they stay, or will they leave me hanging?

~Twenty~
~Nineteen~

I take a deep breath as I look at the weapons. My time is running out to decide. I could be dead soon. I need to make up my mind fast. I need to figure out what I'm going to do before everything explodes in front of me.

~Fifteen~

I must make my family proud as I fight.

~Fourteen~

For Ma and Pa!

~Thirteen~

For Westimer!

~Twelve~

For Stellar!

~Eleven~

For Mocking!

~Ten~

For Jabber!

~Nine~

For Fawn!

~Eight~

For Mist!

~Seven~

For Red!

~Six~

For Violet!

~Five~

For Jim, my ally!

~Four~

For Sticky my other Ally!

~Three~

I position my feet on the metal plate prepared to run as fast as I can towards the cornucopia. I need a weapon at least. I need to get my hands on a weapon so I can survive.

~Two~
~One~

I spread my wings

~Gong sounds!~

I sore off my plate into the arena prepared to serve my death sentence.

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OOC: Graphic credit goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly
Storm has entered the BB
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[Sage]

[th][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=7D3F66] Siana Felies I smell the fear that rains inside The thought of children who must oblige To tainted dreams and polluted seas The missing moon and melting trees I wake the morning I am to go into the arena with a determination in my heart. Today, I will not die. I will not be one of the faces in the sky at the end of the day. In fact, I refuse to be one of them. I rise from my bed, take a quick cold shower and head out to the dining area where my district partner, Vespasian, is already waiting. I nod to him before filling my plate with food and eat, not really tasting anything. I’m not hungry but I know that I need to eat because I need the staying power. Once my plate is empty, I stand again and hand my plate to one of the Avoxes, their presence, I find, is slightly disturbing because I recognize some of them, though I will never admit it because it will get them in trouble. At least they’re alive. They could be dead I think. As we head up to the roof, I feel the pit of dread rising up in my stomach. It is possible that I could die today but I am very determined that if things take a turn for the worst, I’m getting the hell out of there. My blue eyes scan the roof before they spot the hovercraft that will take us to the arena. I can see the other tributes boarding and soon it is our turn. I take a seat next to Storm and turn to him, wanting to say something. Like me, he comes from a large family, although unlike me, he’s already lost someone from his family to the games. It would appear that his family does not have luck. I want to say something but my voice gets caught in my throat and no words come out. If I want to win, he has to die, as much as that sucks he does I remind myself. I don’t like heights, they’ve never been my forte, they’ve just never agreed with me. I don’t look out the window because otherwise, there’s the possibility that I will be sick. When the windows black out, I know that we are nearing the arena and this makes me nervous, we are closer to death, at least, the kids around me are. I look at my fingers, the nails are still painted from the interviews but I don’t mind, they’ll remind me of the people at home while I’m in the arena. Delany’s image pops into my head, how is she feeling, she must be afraid for me, she must know that something’s going to happen. I imagine her meowing at Abyssial, the one I left to look after her, and pacing around, crying at him because she wants me back. I’m sorry, Del, I’m not coming home I wipe a single tear from my eye, refusing to cry. As soon as we land, we are escorted into the underground of the arena, the launch rooms also known as the stockyards where animals are held before slaughter. My stylist waits for me and I embrace her quickly. “good luck out there, Siana, I know you can win.” She says, helping me into my uniform. I move around in it, making sure that it fits well before sitting on the couch. We sit in silence before a voice comes over the announcements. “prepare for launch” My heart pounds as I look at my Stylist. She’s been good to me so far but I don’t know if this is the last time I’ll ever see her again. “Thank you for everything” I say before stepping on to the metal plate that will take me into the arena and no doubt my death. A glass tube comes down over me and I feel a pit in my stomach, I’m not ready to die. I think of Delany, she’s probably sitting with Forest or Abyss, watching as intently as no doubt the rest of the family is to see what kind of arena I will be thrown into this year. A memory flashes before my eyes of Delany when I first got her, how tiny she’d been, how adorable she’d been with her brilliant blue eyes. I love you Delany. I think as the plate below me starts to push upwards. I’ve always liked the dark but this darkness that surrounds me is different, not even a hint of light penetrates the darkness of the tube that brings me into the arena until suddenly, light floods my eyes and I close my eyes to the harshness. When my eyes adjust, I take a look around. I’m in a small field surrounded by a huge hedge with a few gaps in it, my guess whatever is beyond that hedge is probably a maze of some kind. I can’t really see anything beyond the hedge other than the sight of something reaching into the sky that looks almost like a beanstalk, how a beanstalk got that big is beyond me. My heart races as I look around me, the first thing that comes to mind is the fairy tales my parents used to tell me as a little kid. 60 seconds is all I have to decide what I will do. I look around quickly, searching for Mantel or Linus, my two allies in this games. They will be the two that will watch my back, even though we’ve made a truce with some of the other tributes, they will be the ones I will protect and in turn they will protect me. 60 seconds… I love you mom and dad, please stay strong 50 seconds… Abyss, take care of Delany, she means the world to me 40 seconds… Run, get your hands on a weapon of some kind 30 seconds… Only thirty seconds left, I will not die today. 20 seconds… Dear Ripred, please don’t let me die today. 10 seconds… I love you Del. 5… It’s.. 4… my… 3… time… 2… to… 1… Shine. 0 As soon as the gong rings out, I sprint as fast as my legs will carry me towards the cornucopia. [Siana Felies enters the blood bath] A mist of doom and clouds of pain A toxic waste and an acid rain The passing of our ignorance A lifetime spent in abstinence

[kousei ♚]

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I can at least try, that's all I can do, just try and maybe I'll survive this hell. In the morning of the bloodbath I ate in silence, I didn't eat that much either, although I felt bad, really bad. This was the last time I'd ever eat that tasty capitol food, despite what they intended to do to me I actually enjoyed the nice treatment, it made me feel liked for a change,but I know and the Capitol knows they just want me to keep healthy for slaughter. I guess you could say I'm like a chicken, fed well, kept with other little chickens, get attached to them. My life being better than it ever was in the wild until one day I'm plucked from my cage and slaughtered, just for the enjoyment of the more fortunate people, and I have no say in the matter. But in life do we ever have any say in anything in Panem? We are enslaved by the Capitol, we don't have a say in anything that affect our lives. Mace came to visit me and walked me to the hovercraft that would take me to my graveyard the arena where I would fight with the other tributes. Before I stepped in the hovercraft I embraced him around the waist, as tightly as my weak bones possibly could. "T-thank you for helping me, I-I really appreciate it." I say as I desperately try not to cry. I can't cry now, I can't cry until I come out of that arena alive. I let him go and walk into the hovercraft, looking back one last time, it could be the last time I get to see Mace, the last time I get to see the man who tried to help me. I am belted in and I sit on my seat, I'm sitting with the twenty-three other people who will be out for my blood. No. I have Siana and Linus. I trust them. One of the Capitol workers take my arm and shove a needle into it, but they don't do it as harsh as they do to some of the others, they must know they could cause a fracture of they handle me too roughly, that's the other tribute's jobs after all. I feel the bump on my arm, I pinch it a few times so maybe by a slim chance this was all just a horrible nightmare and feeling the pain will wake me up, but I don't wake up; this is the harsh reality I have to face, the end is going to begin very soon. After a few hours we get there and I'm taken from the hovercraft to a grey room. My stylist Marva tells me to put on the clothes laid out for me. I'm going to die looking like a tool. After I wear them I sigh as I look at her. "Do great out there kiddo." She says to me, and then I hug her, my arms wrapping around her waist and I squeeze her tightly for about ten seconds and then let go, I sniffle as I look at her, my eyes filled with nothing but worry. I'm still hiding the urge to cry as I put up my district token and slip it around my wrist so it's on me. I can't start crying now, survivor's don't cry. 'Ten seconds until launch.' Wow that was quick, I give her another quick hug and she guides me to the tube, she must be really sad to see me go. I liked her, she wasn't horrible to me, she did her best to make me look my best so I could get sponsors, she was trying to help me. I wave my left hand and she waves back. I can't throw up this time, I could actually die if I throw up this time, there won't be any peacekeepers to drag me away, there will just be explosive mines to tear me apart. I've seen it in past games recaps, the unlucky tribute who steps off their mine's early and get blown to pieces, the mines tearing through their body, spattering their remains on the tribute next to them. And then the tube closes and I feel myself being lifted up, I close my eyes, my weak glass frame is shaking, threatening to shatter but it doesn't shatter. I open my eyes and see the arena, a grass field, green grass, I look behind me and see nothing but a long wall of grass, like a hedge, I look around and see there's actually only a few ways to get out. Why are we surrounded by a big hedge? I ask myself as I frantically look around for my allies. Suddenly the voice of Claudius Templesmith booms throughout the arena. "Ladies and gentlement, let the sixty fifth annual Hunger games begin!" Fuck you. With that thought the countdown starts. 60 My fists were clenched at my side, I had to wait, but for now I was frozen in place, for now I was frozen in place until I had to run off into my death. 50 It's not too late for me to jump off. I could simply tumble off and let the mines do the tributes dirty work for them. 40 But that's a disgraceful was to go. That's the cowardly way out and I promised myself I wouldn't die more of a disgrace than I already am. 30 I still frantically look around, managing to spot Linus but I still can't see Siana. 20 I'll spot her when the blood starts flowing. 10 This could be the last ten seconds of my life, I wish I could do more with it than simply standing here waiting. 9 I can't show my fear to the others, my allies need me, I have something to prove to District ten. 8 But I am still very much afraid 7 But surely everyone fears death, this is only natural. 6 I'm going to die but I want to live first. 5 But did I have much of a life back in District ten anyway? 4 Oh shit the final few seconds. 3 I just wish I had something to live for. 2 It's too late to jump off now. 1 I only live once so I can't waste my one chance. GONG! But in the end all I can do is try. As if they're moving of their own accord I'm sprinting towards the shiny golden horn. And you can see my heart beating You can see it through my chest That I'm terrified but I'm not leaving I know that I must pass this test So just pull the trigger (trigger, trigger) [Mantel enters the bloodbath] ______________________________________________________________ WC:1193 Template: Miniclover Lyrics: Russian Roulette

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[bg=8B6F80][atrb=width,400px,true;][atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellspacing,5,true;][atrb=cellpadding,0,true;][atrb=style, border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; padding: 35px 30px 35px 30px; border-top: 1px solid #000000; border-left: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000;][align=justify] blockquote] I run fast, like the mighty horse Pegasus. But I should not be like pegasus. I have to try to be Hercules, strong and courageous two things I am not. "Stand up Sticky! Be the hero you are destined to be," I can almost here Zeus say. The green all around me seem to blur as I dash for items scattered on the ground, I could not hear any cries yet, but I know it will happen soon. How can I be the hero if I die, I mustn't die, I must live. ( attacks Siana Felies with unarmed ) [dice=200+5000] ( Fat Lip -- 1.5 damage ) ( picks up halberd )

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Why? Why was it today? Just why? Then again, it didn’t feel real. But it wasn’t. Glitch is leading me towards the place where I’d be sent for the bloodbath. Dear Ripred, please help me. I don’t normally do that, but today was just to nerve racking, to unreal, almost like a dream. The reaping, the training, the scores, the capitol. It just went by so quickly. It was annoying as crap. Now it’s the day: the day where most tributes die; the day it all begins. As we arrive, he tells me I’ll do fine. "You can do this!” I half-heartedly smiled at him, not really sure if I’m even going to make it out of the blood bath, let-alone win. But I put that besiedes me as the escort leads me towards the glass cylinder that leads up to the arena.

Up on melancholy hill
There's a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream

As I got my first glimpse of the arena, I enjoyed the calm before the storm. The cornucopia was surrounded by a giant hedge maze. If that’s a hedge maze, I’m pretty screwed, unless it’s weirdly easy, which I highly doubt. I also see the other tributes come up. They don’t look bad, but then again, I shouldn’t underestimate them. They may or may not kill me. I take a deep breath in. Today may be the last day for me. If it’s not, it’s the beginning of the end. I take it all in to try to remember the beauty for it turns to complete chaos.

With lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
From the constant hurt that seems limitless
With no dropping pressure
Seems like everybody's out to test ya
'Til they see your brake

Then I get all the way up, into the arena. It’s not so bad. Then I notice the clock counting down, and I get slightly more nervous, not really knowing what to except. 60! So it has begun. I look around, noticing that everything’s become medeviled. I even forgot I was wearing the clothes to match. God, I feel stupid.
30!
Half a minute till the torture.
20!
20 seconds… I got this!
10!
I can do this! Ten more second!
9!

8!

7!

6!

5!
Crap! 5 more seconds! What do I do? What’s going to happen?
4!
IT’S COUNTING DOWN TO FAST! STOP IT!
3!
It’s nearly time… don’t want to leave early…
2!
TWO MORE FREAKING SECONDS! HURRY UP!
1!
DING
I run into the arena, probably looking like an idiot. The bad part it, I don’t really know what I’m doing.

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

I sprint as fast as I can towards the cornucopia. I just need to get my hands on a weapon, and I'll be good. Fighting happens all around me. I look around for Jim. He's my bro. I look over at Sticky making sure he's following too. I need to keep up with them. I need to make sure they stays alive. I need to make sure I stay alive. Adrenaline starts surging through my veins. I move without thinking. One foot flies before the other before I have a chance to stop myself. I have the will to survive. I can do this. I can survive. I find a weapon that I want to hold; a weapon I'll yield against my fellow tributes. A person stops in front of me. I shove them with all my might. This is for you, Red. Complete madness surrounds me. It's terrifying, but I won't go down without a fight. I have to try as hard as I can for Red. I want to return to tell him that story.

Attacks Mantel Unarmed
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Results:5194 -- Tripped -- 0.5 damage
(Unarmed)

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Narration 4C4361
Thoughts A091AE
Hearing 80779B
Speech A3A3D0
Other DECDD1

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Jim sprints toward the cornucopia. A weapon was a must for him in order to make it out alive through the bloodbath. So much fighting happened around him, but he tried not to pay attention to the fighting. He needed to look for Sticky and Storm, his allies. Someone is in his path. Attack or let the person go? Jim attacks. He needs a weapon and this person was in his way. Hurting someone was something he would hate to do.

(attacks Kyle Jones unarmed.)
[dice=200+5000]
5087 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage

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[kousei ♚]

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Crimson floods the cornucopia as weapons clash against each other. I hold the weapon in my hand as I quickly look at the other items spread out on the cornucopia. Items that is important to survival. I look up hoping my allies still here, that they are still alive. The next item catches my eye as I prepare to reach down and grab it. A tribute comes out of nowhere. I ready my weapon prepared to attack. I want to scream, but no words escape my lips. I want to scream for them to help me. I want to make sure they okay, but at the moment, that's impossible. I need to survive. I blindly swing the halberd. This is for you, Mist. "Kick ass will ya?" Mist, I need you more than you can ever imagine. I'm so scared so so scared. I'm trying to make you proud. I'm really trying.

Attacks Kyle Jones With Halberd
[dice=200+13000]
result:13183 -- Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage
(Pole Sword)
Storm picks up backpack

Narration 4C4361
Thoughts A091AE
Hearing 80779B
Speech A3A3D0
Other DECDD1

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[Sage]

[th][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=7D3F66][bg=7D3F66] Siana Felies I living in fear, I living in fear I can't tell you no lies I living in fear, I living in fear Chaos, that’s how I can describe the blood bath. Full chaos as I dash in to join the fray. The blood has already started to flow but I don’t care, I will kill because that is what I must do in order to win these games. Ripred please forgive me because I have to do this I pray. I don’t want to be left with blood on my hands but I must have blood on my hands if I want to survive. I can’t explain the fear that bubbles up inside me as I approach the horn and take a swing at a tribute who happens to be near me, although I make sure that it’s not one of the people we made a truce with [attacks Storm Jay with Unarmed] [dice=200+5000] [result] [picks up Greater axe] Conditioned to hate and them to blame Their search for God is just the same Machines for hearts, how warped a view Forgeting that they're human too

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[bg=8B6F80][atrb=width,400px,true;][atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellspacing,5,true;][atrb=cellpadding,0,true;][atrb=style, border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; padding: 35px 30px 35px 30px; border-top: 1px solid #000000; border-left: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000] The earth beneath me has turned into the colour of plae crimson, all around me I could hear metal clash, grunts from the tributes trying to escape, maniacal laughter from those sadistic enough to enjoy this. I don't stop, I continue collecting the needed items for me and my alliance to survive. Funny how I met the little kids. I never thought I'd be friends from anyone in a different district considering our situation, but I did. Mom and dad would be so proud I am making friends instead of being locked up in my room writing or devouring a book. Their names are Jim and Storm, one is from district three, the other from district nine. This would begin with a once upon a time, but there isn't time for that. We met while in the dining hall, after Emery and Iago's little attempt to kill me, but we were friends after that. I sat with them and began talking and now we are facing the dragon together. I do hope they aren't as afraid as I am because they are my strength in this games. If they do become scared then I will surely fall to Hades's lair ( attacks Kyle Jones with halberd ) [dice=200+13000] ( Block -- 0.0 damage ) ( picks up sunscreen )

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