What now [Malucky and Fairy Thieves]

[Sage]

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We will never be royals, royals
it don't run in our blood
that kind of love just ain't for us
we crave a different kind of buzz

I escaped, just barely but I did. My jaw aches, I'd heard it break when that kid hit me. Blood trickles down my calf from the deep gash running down it. I need to get that cleaned up before it get's infected. The part of the arena I'd fled into was a giant hedge maze, ten feet tall at least, towering over me, standing barely 5'3" tall. My mind feel numb, the death at the cornucopia and the smell of blood still haven't registered, Shock. I learned this at the first aid station. My left bicep also bleeds heavily, making me feel weak. It hurts, oh ripred it hurts. All this pain in such a short time. My maroon hat I was given before entering the arena sits crooked on my head and I absently fix it. Where are my allies? I wonder. I don't like to be alone, it unnerves me.

I stumble through the hedge maze, unsure of where I'm going before I remember that I'd picked up a compass at the cornucopia. There's still no way I'll be able to find my way out of this place, i'm slightly directionally impaired. I look around, my brain aching from blood loss and feel completely confused. That's not a good sign I think worriedly.

when I was a little girl, my parents taught me a very important lesson. No matter what you go through, always stay Elegant and don't dishonour the family name. That is what runs through my head as I turn towards what I'm sure is a camera and turn on a small smile. I need sponsors, they will ensure my survival. Maybe if I can get up to higher ground I'll be able to find my allies I think to myself, approaching the hedge walls. As I run my fingers along the side of them, I discover that I really won't be able to climb these. They're too prickly and there's not really anywhere to get a foothold on. I sigh, wiping sweat from my forehead. I'm tired. All I really want to do is just curl up in a ball and fall asleep but I can't afford to do that, that would make me easy prey for any tribute that happens to find me. I check my duffle bag and search through it, checking to see what I managed to grab. A pair of binoculars, a compass, and my greater axe. The weapon feels welcome in my hands, I know how to use this, it's comfortable, the feel of the wood in my palms. I feel a coldness sweep through me. I need to heal up or I will die. Mantel healed me up a little bit as I fled the blood bath but not enough to make much of a difference.

"Mantel, where are you?" I ask softly, knowing that if I speak too loudly, I could alert the others of my whereabouts. I don't need any more injuries thank you very much. I stumble along the path, the grass under my feet like a carpet that seems highly inviting for me to just rest a bit. "What do I do now that I'm alone?" I speak out loud, sitting on the grass for a moment, just to rest my aching body. I won't be able to stay like this for long, sooner or later, I'll have to keep moving.

[Siana uses First aid on herself bringing her total damage down to 25.5]

Let me be your ruler, ruler
you can call me queen bee
and baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule
Let me live that fantasy

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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

I've been running away from the bloodbath. It's been living hell. Attacking people with weapons that I shouldn't be holding. Turning against those that I care for. Nobody knows what it's like living through hell and surviving, and it's not even over yet. I want to call for them, but I know it's not the smartest idea. I'd alert anyone that was standing near me of my presence. Like my heavy breathing isn't doing that already. I keep running until I'm surrounded by the giant hedge maze that surrounds the cornucopia. My heart pounds under my chest as I continue running away turning through different parts of the maze. No sight of my allies anywhere. I'm lost right now. I have no idea where they ran off to, or even if they survived. Did I leave them hanging? Did I leave them in hell fighting against the others? I shake my head. I refuse to believe they are dead. I have hope that I'll find them in the arena somewhere.

I slow my pace to a quick jog making turn after turn into the maze getting lost each and every second. My feet turn my in circles drawing me further away from the chaos that erupted around the cornucopia. What if this is designed to send us all back towards the cornucopia where the fighting may still be going on? What if this is just a trap to get us lost forever? I pause for a second trying to remain quiet listening for anything around me. My muscles convulse as I start running again gripping all the items I have. Some are impossible to carry, and I don't even know what all I have. I just grabbed things in my way; items that looked like they could save my life. I keep moving in the direction I think is forward looking in every direction as I make quick decisions on which way to go. Are they alive? Did Jim and Sticky even survive the bloodbath? No, I refuse to believe they are dead. They have to be out here somewhere, and I will find them.

I stop at a dead end placing all my stuff on the ground keeping the weapon in my hand. I lower myself towards the ground keeping my ears in tune for sounds. I can't afford to get tunnel vision now. I can't afford to become a sitting duck. I have to move soon. I have to move before I'm found by anyone other than my alliance. I look at the backpack and let out a silent sigh of relief. I don't have to worry about carrying everything with my hands. I would be stuck because I wouldn't be able to fight. I would be forced to drop everything risking it being stolen as I fight. An empty jar. I loo at it. It's extremely small and tiny. I sigh placing it inside my backpack. 2 jugs. 2 jugs that are big enough to hold water. I allow a small smile to form on my face. It may seem odd, but at least I'll be able to drink water. I place both in my backpack as I look at another item that sitting at my feet. Duct tape. What the hell am I supposed to do with duct tape?

I sigh as I place it in the backpack. I look around still no sign of Jim or Sticky. I throw the pack over my shoulders as I get to my feet weapon in hand prepared to move. Blood drips off whatever I am holding making me sick to my stomach. I place the blade in the grass swiping it back and forth trying to remove the blood. I move away from the dead end as I start making circles in the maze. Jim, I swear, you better not be dead. You best be alive. I need you bro. I start running through the maze again forcing myself to keep my breathing calm. Adrenaline still surging through my veins; not nearly as much as there was before. My feet bound against the ground. My heart prances inside my chest as I continue to run away. I stop when I see something, or someone in front of me. My muscles convulse uncontrollably as I lift the weapon in my hand prepared to strike because nobody is safe in these games, and I have no idea what, or who, is before me. Oh please let it be Jim or Sticky. As I pass into the open, I realize it's more than one person. I swing this thing I'm holding onto a wildly as I can.

Storm attacks Siana with Halberd
[dice=200+13000]
Results:13148 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage
(Pole Sword)

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

ooc: Credit for this lovely graphic goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

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(attacks Siana Felies)

[dice=200+7000]
7126 -- Broken Rib -- 7.0 damage
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[Meghan]

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Frenzied feet fell forward through the dirt and grass with a rush of emotion as I escaped my destiny with nothing more than a hee-haw upon my lips and minor spots of pain. Despite my solitary stance upon the field of color, not a soul had chosen to target me. Perhaps my vulture glares had scared them off. I felt a flash of pride sear across my wind-stroked face, but I quickly shook it off. Pride was for the shattering facade, the statue-face afraid of failure.

Put a grin upon your lips, keep your chin up high, and you'll win their hearts, is that correct? My mother once told me that. It was her ploy to keep me playing her crowd, to win her favors. It was surely too late for such inventions, smiling would not get me further here.

Stark laughter tries to form itself upon my lips, but I swallow it down with my last shred of self-respect. I am not the crowds' trinket, set high upon a shelf in the hopes I will not shatter. I am the lonely huntress.

I can hear voices nearby, and they are no longer the muffled shouts of the cornucopia. No, this is a danger that lurks closer. I cannot escape the effects of time, it was time for the dirt to meet its maker.

My hammer seems lighter now, and perhaps it is ready to take a chance. But I have to wonder, am I about to meet my death?

I am about to turn, to attack, to kill. But something stops me, a package in the sky. It lands at my feet and my eyes widen in my glee. I snatch at it eagerly and revel at the gift within. Sponsors, already? This soon? Surely my false pride has made them impressed.

I turn the corner and take in the scene. Seven little tributes, ready and armed for battle. Each one stands with their own scars, and I establish the damage they must have took. The annoying girl from seven seems to be carrying a bargain for her death.

"Are you ready for elimination?" I ask the little girl and leap from my watching-post. My knife comes down hard, and I can only hope the gods of surprise would take up my cause in the upcoming frenzy.

To die like this would to be die with glory.

It made me sick.

[Beatrice receives a knife from sponsorship and equips it]

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[Beatrice attacks SIANA FELIES with her KNIFE]
[dice=200+2000]
[2132 -- Stabbed in Stomach -- 9.5 damage, +1 blades - 10.5]

Word Count: 352

Thanks to Onyx for help with the header and dreams for fixing the table![rand=65903774066828193714772278908643428195896558463649202067870646715]

[kousei ♚]

Mantel Scoff

When these rivers run dry
Don't cry. Don't cry
I'll be thirsty to

I'm alive, I'm actually alive Despite the odds clearly not being in my favor I survived, out of all the careers, the strong, the weak, the cunning, the quick, I survived. Now here I am, the twig warrior walking through this maze in my outfit. I'm in some sort medieval costume, my outfit already has some blood spattered on it from ripred knows were, my longsword has some blood stained on it, I found some gloves in the cornucopia and put those on and I have a purse, a damn purse, out of all the cool looking bags I could've picked up I pick up a girly purse. The things District ten must be saying, looking at me walking around with a purse. I prefer not to think about it.

This is some sort of maze, the hedge is so much taller than me, I could never see over it. I definitely can't climb it, I shudder to think of what could be lurking in that giant hedge, mutts that are lurking around here. I try not to think about it, right now I need to focus on how I'm going to find my way out of here, I have no idea where I'm going, but obviously there's a route out of here. I'm grasping my longsword with my bony fingers and it weighs my skinny arms down, I'm lucky, I took a few knocks here and there but for the most part I'm okay. I need to find them, if they are dead I'll be all alone, oh please don't be dead, please don't be dead. I silently plead to myself.

Suddenly I hear footsteps, shuffling on the grass and someone breathing in and out heavily. I stop and hold my longsword in two hands, worried about who it might be. If it's a tribute I'll be expected to kill them, but I don't think I could kill them. Maybe it's because I'm too weak, Or maybe I just can't bring myself to drive my blade into their bodies. How did Mace do it? How did he kill so ruthlessly and so easily, he turned on his ally and opened his stomach, so ruthlessly, mercilessly, how did he do it? How can anyone do such a thing?

I take a deep breath and quickly walk forwards to see... to see... Siana! And she's being attacked. No, no, no! There's Storm, the kid from District nine who I saw in the training center, that other kid from district three I think, I didn't bother remembering him. And then thhat bully from district two who attacked me and then showed me how to use tar and light my weapon on fire. "N-no stay away!" I shout at them.

But what can I do?

When things ain't right
Don't sigh. Don't sigh
We always get through

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Lyrics: Kankouran-Rivers

[uwu]

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Today has felt like a big dream. A big, long, stupid dream. It hasn't felt real at all. The bloodbath, everyone attacking me, my fist connecting with some kids head, the pain in my lower back area, and then now. I just can't grasp it. It feels fake. Then a big surge of pain shot up my back. "UNGGG" Dam, that hurt. At least it woke me up some. Now that I can think clearly, I figure I should find my allies, if they haven't died from the bloodbath.

I am just a man,
Fighting other men,
For land, for land,
While I turn to sand,
In spite of the pain,
Ego brain...

AS I'm about to call out, I realize that's probably a stupid idea. It'll just attract attention, and I'm still winded. I then start realizing that, not only that I have a broken tailbone, I have got a deep cut on my right forearm, deep enough to see the bone. I was actually glad I toke that first-aid station. The people were right. You CAN die out of battle... Then I find myself in a battle.

Your prospect of living gone,
You ran the light at dawn,
Protectors on your back,
Lights are on their track.

Then I find myself in a battle.You can't be serious! I just got out of the bloodbath! This is just stupid! And even worse, my district partner, whatever her name was, and Siana are both in there. Really guys? Another fight? I might as well do something....

I have a problem that I cannot explain,
I have no reason why it should have been so plain,
Have no questions but I sure have excuse,
I lack the reason why I should be so confused

First-aid: -3, making damage go to 18.5

Attacks Storm Jay with my ax
[dice=200+11000]

Lyrics (from top to bottom): Ego Brain, Mr. Jack, Roulette all by System of a Down[rand=00809402793243302397084797742454252408969651048911708718260572475722]

[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

Apparently run for my life in the bloodbath wasn't good enough. All hell broke loose again. Children running mad in the arena trying to win. Fighting for their own survival. I had thought that when I fled from the cornucopia, I would have been safe, but I was wrong, very wrong. I just want to go home. I want to survive. I want to win. I want to go home to tell Red a story. It seems like the first version of hell is over as more and more flood the area. It's amazing to see what's going on, but fear surges through my veins. Fear for my own survival. I look to run away, but I have to find my allies. I have to make sure they are still alive. That I'm not all alone. I hold my weapon in my hand still unsure how to grip it. I just attacked someone like I attacked them in the bloodbath. I attacked people for my own survival because I want to live. I don't want to die. Blood rushes from my face leaving it a ghostly pale as I stare at the chaos that just broke out again. Mist, I need you. I really need you. You have no idea how terrified I am.

I stare amazed at what's going on as I look to run away. I want to call out to Jim, to Sticky, but I know it won't be the best idea. Not right here in the midst of another flamed fight. "You want me to leave, well I will leave. I will go be with the fairies so I don't mess another thing up." Then the door slammed behind me.

[/i] I had a flamed war with Red. I told him sorry when I was saying bye, but I don't think the sorry cut it. I don't think I could express how sorry I am, and now it's too late. All the terrible things that was yelled that day can never compare to the pain I'm facing now as I'm fighting to kill people.[/color] I don't want to kill anyone. I don't want to fight anyone, but I know that fighting means survival. My eyes scan through the area looking for my allies. No idea what to expect. No idea what I'm supposed to do. No idea why I'm trying to kill others except my own will to survive. I won't fuck this up again. I won't ruin this chance I have to go home. I will fight. I will fight to go home because I need to go home for Red. I have to make things right. I have to read that story to him. I won't walk out on him again.

My grip on my weapon tightens as I force myself to walk to where the fighting is. I'm not going to lunge from the shadows. I'm not going to stand back like a coward because I'm not a coward. I owe it to myself to go down fighting. I owe it to my family to go down fighting. I owe it to Red to fight with my head held high letting him know that I won't walk out on him without fighting for my life. I'm not ready to be with the fairies yet. It's not yet my time. My hand shakes as I hold my weapon. I force myself to be strong and prove to everyone around that I am more than the number two. I am more than the number they gave me because I am more than that. I am Storm Jay, and I'm about to fly. My grip tightens as I feel the weapon slowly becoming used to the feeling of it in my hands. With a swift swing of the arm, I lash out on the nearest tribute in my line of fire.

Storm attacks Kyle with Halberd
[dice=200+13000]
Results
13055 -- Severed Left Ear -- 8.0 damage
(Pole Sword)

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

ooc: Credit for this lovely graphic goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly
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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

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(attacks Kyle Jones)
[dice=200+7000]
7007 -- Bruised Left Foot -- 2.0 damage
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[Meghan]

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Hesitation was not an attribute boasted well upon in a television show with such a fate as this. Despite the protests that might be given to my unwavering form I swing my weapon against another body. Let them pay for what they did, for what they aimed to do.

I stop only to take in the name of my target. Kyle Jones. My district partner, and one of the most worthless tributes I've ever met. A sorry excuse for even a career. I taunt him as I attempt to bash his brains in.

"I don't see training helping you now, eh Jones? You must've thought you were some sort of big shot back home with your weapons and your friendships. But guess who is winning now? The girl they bullied and gave up on. Bet you thought you were better than me, out there." Screw District loyalty. I could only stay loyal to those who proved their worth. This boy deserved to die, and I deserved to kill him. I hoped my knife destroyed him.

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Word Count: 185

Thanks to Onyx for help with the header and dreams for fixing the table!

[Beatrice attacks KYLE JONES with her knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage, +1 blades - 9.0][rand=61565529368817819152903559152037043090882245451214446742949075997]

[uwu]

NO! NOT AGAIN! NOT NOW! I need to get out of here. I need to survive. Screw everything. I already lost my ear. Why do I need to stay? Maybe Beatrice is right. Maybe I am not who I say I am!. I don't know why, but my feet just started flying from under me, away from the battle. I feel terrible, but it's for my own safety. I just can't take it.

Kyle Jones flees the battle

[Lulu]

Alright, so technically Kyle did not follow post order in this case, as Mantel would've needed to post before he did, but as this was a big fight and the rules weren't quite defined I'll let it slide in this case. From now on though, post order applies in ALL fights, mandated or not, except the bloodbath and feasts when I say so, as well as in other fights greater than 8 people.

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[kousei ♚]

Mantel Scoff

When these rivers run dry
Don't cry. Don't cry
I'll be thirsty to

It all happened so fast, too fast. One minute I saw Siana being attacked and I tried to tell them to stop, but I was too afraid to help her. Big scary careers like Beatrice, she's crazy. She attacked me, almost shattering my glass bones and tried to make up for it by showing my how to cause pain further with fire. I remember when I set a dummy on fire, it literally burst into flames, imagine if that had been a person, me stabbing them and then setting them alight. Something I'll never forget, something I'll never stop remembering how to set someone on fire, all because she taught it to me. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, she's just so scary, so violent, she seems almost insane.

Storm, we had a conversation in the dinning hall, I felt so much so much pity for him, losing his family member and then having to suffer the same fate, he was so nervous, stuttering as we spoke. I never expected him to attack her so mercilessly, he just did it like a true warrior. He just attacked her with his halberd, she was dying and bleeding and she just attacked her with the intent to kill! Would I have done the same? Would I have attacked had it been someone different? Can I honestly call Storm Jay a savage monster? After all I attacked people in the bloodbath over items.

I guess in the arena it's all kill or be killed, even if they're a wounded animal.

I can only watch in horror, I'm literally frozen in place, these guys mean business, they mean to kill her. And I'm just standing here watching, frozen. They seem to disregard me, I'm not threatening at all. But I'm the twig warrior. No one finds me threatening, they just disregard the little kid and attack the wounded animal, as if I'm not even there. And I'm just standing here and watching, I have a weapon and I can't do anything with it, I'm not doing anything. And she's my ally! I just stand there, my eyes wide open with horror as I watch events unfold.

And they're not pretty.

That district two boy is valiantly fighting, he's fighting to defend my ally. And I can't do squat. He's fighting to save her, does he even know her? I think his name was Kyle or something and he's fighting despite taking hits. First Siana is hit in the bicep and my jaw drops with shock as she still tries to stay up, she has the will to live despite her seemingly inevitable end. "Siana! No!" I scream out as I raise my hand out to her. And then the next thing that happens is that District three kid lashes out at her with his hammer, she cries out, what did he break? I can't even imagine the kind of pain my ally is in right now. Why am I just standing here and watching? Help her damn it! Help her!

I know she can't take another hit. And the I see the District two girl going in for another swing. Damn it I need to move! I need to stop being a coward. MOVE!

I grab my longsword with two hands and run. Desperately trying to stop the district 2 girl. "NO! STOP! DON'T!" I scream out in a croaked voice as I run towards the girl, but I'm too far away, I'm not quick enough, no amount of screaming can stop the result of what happens next. "BEATRICE NO STOP!" I yell at the stop of my lungs, I don't care if anyone hears me, I don't care how I look right now, I just want to stop this.

But I'm too late...

Beatrice's knife impales Siana right in the stomach, I slow down and stuff, falling down onto my knees, my eyes wide, my lips trembling, both my fists are shaking with sadness and fury, turning red, But if I try anything she'll kill me as well. And then Siana speaks as blood fills her mouth, her young blood that shouldn't have been shed in the first place. " "I hate you both, I thought you were my friends. Turns out I was wrong, I hope you both go rot in hell" And I see tears rolling down her cheeks as they drop to the floor, who is she referring to? Storm and Jim? Me and Linus who did nothing to defend her. My voice is croaky but loud. "Sia I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I scream out. But there is no forgiveness for a coward.

Siana drops to the floor and curls in a ball, and she closes her eyes. Her cannon rings through the arena, I bite my tongue as a tear rolls down my eyes, I let out a big sniff as I look at her corpse. Run Mantel. Run you fool! Get out of there! And I do. I get up, giving Beatrice the most hate filled glare I can give. Everyone then proceeds to attack the District two boy, who actually tried to defend my ally, the fallen fighter from District seven, my ally who I failed to save. But then he tries to cut his losses and run, swallowing whatever little pride he has left. Now they're going to attack me, they're going to kill me.

No, I won't let them!

I give the three of them the biggest hateful glare I can give. And take off, running the opposite direction of these three killers. I'm alone, just like I was in District ten I'm all alone with no one to look to. Do I even deserve it? Just standing there as my ally is brutally beaten is surely something that is just forgivable. I deserve no forgiveness.

I'm sprinting away from the scene.

I'm all alone, a coward all alone. Siana is dead because I couldn't fight for her and someone else could.

I'm gasping for breath as my glass frame carries me away.

District ten was right about me.

I'm out of here.

I'm sorry Siana Felies.

[Mantel flees]
[Mantel uses first aid on himself for -3 damage.]

When things ain't right
Don't sigh. Don't sigh
We always get through

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"Speech"
Thought
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Lyrics: Kankouran-Rivers

[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

I am a Jay. I can fly. I can soar high with the eagles. I am Storm Jay. Madness surrounds me. Pain surrounds me Siana fell to the ground dead. The acidic substance into my mouth burning my throat on the way up. I fight it back as fairies appear form the maze dancing around me. Dancing in the midst of the bloodshed. Oh a box is sitting on the ground. I reach over and pick it up the sound coming out of it kills my ears. I cover them up with my hands. The sound goes away. I remove my hands but I can’t hear anything. ”Jim! Sticky!” Silence is all I hear. I don’t even know if their names left my lips. Silent sobs escape me. Siana is dead, and I helped kill her. An ear is missing because I sliced it off. No idea what I’m supposed to do. Red, I need your help. I’m terrified. I can’t hear. Nothing is going on. Silence. I throw the box as far away as I can not wanting anything else to go with it. Wasn’t there a deaf tribute before? I shake my head hoping my allies find me.

Crimson covers the ground as cries fill the air. Weapons clash against one another. My heart races under my chest as I look around at everything going on in front of me. My breathing is quick and shallow. Fairies dance around in my stomach willing me to continue on in this war with them. They want me to fight, but I want to flee. I want to run away from the fight. I want to get away, but something is holding me there. I want to scream to find Jim, and Sticky, but I have no idea where to look. I don't know where to turn. Fairies fighting in the night hiding from the evil monsters that surround them. They plan each move perfectly. They plan it to work according to their will. I am a fairy. I will fight with the fairies, but wait. Right before my eyes, the fairies start running away. I hold onto the weapon wanting to fight back, but I must run away with them. I spread my wings fluttering away from the madness with the fairies hoping it was for the best. I am a fairy. I dance with the fairies, and they dance with me. We are one.

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Hearing 80779B
Speech A3A3D0
Other DECDD1

ooc: Credit for this lovely graphic goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly
Storm Flees the current fight using first aid on himself for -3 damage

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

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result: flees and uses first aid on Storm for -3

[Meghan]

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Red blood glistens from the blade of my knife and once again I feel the heaviness of death upon my shoulders. This time my murder was intentional. I stare at the body with manic eyes, then lunge for her items one by one. My eyes follow the tributes that helped bring her down. Could I trust them?

"I would run if I were you," I snarl and clutch the items close to my chest. We can talk when death is no longer an issue.

I needed to get out of here if I wanted to live. There would always be more tributes to take down, but for now, survival was more essential. I give one last nod to Storm and Jim and flee from the scene.

Let the rest of them die. It would not harden my heart to see them go. I leave the scene of my second murder without guilt, let her loved ones scream for their revenge.

[Beatrice flees]
[Beatrice takes Siana's items]
[Uses first aid on self for -3]

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Thanks to Onyx for help with the header and dreams for fixing the table!