Be he {alive} or be he {dead} (DW/// Day 2)

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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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"Don't cry for me when I'm gone. I'll always be with you no matter what. I may go to the place where I'll stay young forever. I'll live with the fairies. The fairies that exist throughout the world. Don't cry for me when I fall because it's only meant to be. I want to make you all happy, but I don't know how to begin. Don't cry for me when I leave just go on your way. I promise I'll see you again on a bright peaceful day." Saying goodbye to my family was the hardest thing I've ever done. Helping a girl kill my friend was the second, and the most unforgivable. I'll never forgive myself for attacking her. I talked to her at the training enter. We talked about family, and home. She had a family that was expecting her to return home. A family that was hopeful she'd win, but I stopped it. I was selfish. I want to win for my family, but betraying a friendship is wrong. I'm in the arena where killing is my only option if I wish to survive, and I want to survive. I want to go home to tell Red that story. "Remember that, we can escape together, you just have to make it home."

When I pictured fighting against a cat, I always thought it would be a small house cat. I was never exposed to anything larger. Hell, I never even owned a house cat, but I know they are much smaller than the cat that fell before my very eyes. I killed one of them. I watched it collapse under the final blow of my weapon. I watched the life fade from its eyes. I was not as pleasant as I had first thought. The second cat was still alive. It attacked my brother, and I had to out a stop to it, but Jim deserved the killing blow. It took his thumb from him, so I had to help him, but he deserved to kill the cat that took part of him away. I watched as it fell to the ground raging in pain. It almost brought a smile to my face, but I could never smile at death. Death is a part of what's going on, and I know there will be more where this has came from.

After the second cat died, I ran over to Sticky. A giant, golden egg fell from the heavens landing in his head. It had to have hurt, but he kept fighting with us. He stayed by our side to fight. Nobody left each other hanging. He showed he's loyal to us, and they showed they are loyal to me for the time being. That's the true meaning of friendship. I carried him from the fight of the mighty cats. He needed my help, and I wasn't about to leave him hanging. I carried him its all my might trying to run before anyone or anything else showed up. I couldn't move as fast as I wanted to, but I wasn't going to leave my friend behind. Would he do the same for me? Would he help me out, or would he leave me to die? I stop long enough to sit Sticky on the ground to rest my arms.

"It's only for a moment. I promise it's just for a few minutes. I'm tired and I need to rest." I slowly place my backpack on the ground. I wouldn't dare lay my weapon down. I need my lifeline in my hands at all time. My heart prances under my chest. My stomach twists into knots begging for something to go inside it. Something to satisfy the hunger, but I can't afford to eat right now. I slowly dump the contents of my backpack onto the ground, and to my surprise my boots fall out. I slowly scratch my head before remembering I placed underwear on my head. I untie the pants and slowly slide them back on before placing my boots on my feet. I unwrap the tunic and place it back on my shoulders. I wonder what my family is thinking. Are they proud of me for making it this far? Are they mad at me for helping to kill Siana? Are they proud I've protected my allies?

Blood covers the blade of the weapon I'm holding onto. It's disgusting to look at. Blood stains the ground from the wounds received so far. The ground opens to receive the fallen that die during battle. It's a battle ground, a graveyard, and a home. Cries of the fallen ring in my ears. The raging pain of the cats breathing their last breath due to our weapons. It's a war to be fought amongst us. A war where people must die. I was sentenced to death when my name was called, but I've escaped death for now. Three times I should have died, yet I survived. It's only a matter of time before the grim reaper calls my name, and I won't be able to escape. It'll be to late. I look around hoping the other two ran from the area. I need them to be safe. I would go back and look for them, but Sticky is here, and he needs me. He's in danger from that stupid egg, and I must stay true to him.

I throw all my items back in my bag except the duct tape. I throw the three bundles of plants in them as well as the shirt Beatrice gave me. I sling it back over my shoulder as I start looking around now that I can actually take it all in. The beanstalk is amazing. It's more beautiful that I could ever imagine. I loved the stories about it. I loved when I opened that book; it wasn't my favorite book, but I enjoyed reading it. Does the giant live up there? Is Jack real? Or is it just another story that I read? It's impossible to decipher what's real and what's not real. I want to run from the giant beanstalk, but curiosity is the best. I look away from it before I slowly slide to the ground. I'm just going to sit here waiting for Jim. I have to duct tape his mouth shut because he keeps talking about death, and I don't want him to. It's not his time to die, and I must keep him alive as long as I can until his name is called. Nothing in the world can save him then.

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OOC: Graphic credit goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly
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With two more insignificant lives added to the number of murdered souls within this arena, my little group of misfits felt at ease to explore the arena. Jim was hurt, badly, and I almost felt pity for him. Of course, I couldn't let my real emotions come across to such company, or they would only doubt my strength, my power, my fake glory.

Did I really find these games worthwhile? Is that why I slipped into savagery again and again? It seemed against everything I had ever preached in my old life to so willingly take lives. But that was the game, and if I wanted to be champion (did I want that?), I had to prove my worthiness.

"Come on, Stormika!" I cried as he sat down in a stupid attempt to rest, "If you are hoping for a break then you better go back in time. Besides, I want to climb the beanstalk." I leaned down to look the boy in the face, my teeth barred and my knife still coated with a thin layer of blood. "You too, Stickerella. Jamie. If you guys are going to be my little protectors than you ought to do what I say."

I howled with laughter and bounded away from the little group, "Last one to the top is the next one dead!" My voice sang with my oh-so-friendly challenge, and I grabbed a shimmering green vine. "Are you coming or what, losers?"

I began to scuffle my way up the stalk, not caring what may await me at the top, only wanting to have a little fun.

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[Knuckles]

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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Relaxation only happened for a few minutes. A scowl spreads across my face as I throw the duct tape back into the bag and sling it across my shoulders. I knew resting wasn't in my best interest. But I'm so tired. I'll only rest for a few moments. I tighten my grip on the weapon whenever Beatrice comes running over to me. I can feel the hair on the back of my neck rising when she stops in front of me. My heart races under my chest making it impossible to breathe normally. "Come on, Stormika!" I look up at her confused. Stormika? Who the hell is Stormika? I almost laugh out loud when I quickly realize she's talking to me. "If you are hoping for a break then you better go back in time. Besides, I want to climb the beanstalk." Everything inside me screams it's a bad idea. I want to remain sitting on the ground. I don't want to move, but her next words taunt me. "Last one to the top is the next one dead!" I don't want to die. I don't want to die by her hands although if I were to die, I'd rather it be by someone in the alliance.

I sigh as she starts climbing the giant beanstalk that's in front of me. "I don't want to die." I mutter silently to myself as I place the weapon on the side of my pants. I place a hand on the beanstalk when I spot something approaching in the distance. I cock my head to the side straining my eyes trying to figure out what it is. I quickly grab a hold of the glaive and bring it in front of my face as I start walking over to the thing that's coming my way. I frantically look around for Jim. I know I have Sticky because I carried him out, and I just saw Beatrice. I thought he was right behind us. Where is he? Sweat drips off my brow. My eyes scan the area. "Jim! Where are you?" I know it's a bad idea to call out for him, but I can't help it. I don't want him to die, and he may need my help. I look at that thing, and it's one of those damn cats again. I charge at it my mighty glaive held prepared to attack as this thing approaches the beanstalk. "Down here sounds good. I'm tired and exhausted." I stop in my tracks. That cat talked, and it sounded a lot like Jim. My chin drops when I see Jim.

"Damn you Jim. I thought you were one of those damn cats. I could have killed you." Relief floods through my veins when I see he's alive. I lower my weapon to my side as I stare at Jim. He took a lot more damage than any of us. His thumb is missing. I wasn't seeing things when I saw his thumb gone. I wish he didn't have to be injured. He got the worse of it, and I feel bad for him. He's my bro. I should have protected him. I walk over to Sticky. "Anytime Sticky, Anytime." I smile as I look over at the beanstalk again. The words of Beatrice echoes through my mind. "Last one to the top is the next one dead!" I place a small grin on my face as I place the glaive in the belt. I don't want to try her. I don't want to see if she holds up to what she said. I place a hand on the beanstalk before I slowly start to climb up it. I look up into the sky hoping by some chance that Mick is watching me. I want to be like Mick. I want to prove to him I can do the stuff he did. I'm not afraid to try. "Mick, I hope you're watching me bro. I want you to watch me climb this. It's tall, but I'm not afraid. I want you to be proud of me."

One step at a time I ascend the giant stalk in front of me.

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Thoughts A091AE
Hearing 80779B
Speech A3A3D0
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OOC: Graphic credit goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly
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[Meghan]

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What a bunch of wimps. Even as I steadily make pace on the beanstalk, they only stand at the ground and act like they are a bunch of blundering baboons, and I am merely an inconvenience. I pause from my position high above their heads and survey them, as if they are the ant farm and I hold the key to their death between two walls. "Do not be afraid of this path," My voice echoes below me, "For it is only right to live a little before your death."

My throat tickles with thirst. It is all I can do not to focus on the slow fading my rebellious limbs are bringing. Distraction is key here, and it's beginning to anger me how little my alliance realizes this. I ought to teach them a lesson they will never forget.

"If you don't follow my orders then I will teach you how to obey!" They do not mean anything to me I think, they are merely my pawns. They must follow me, I simply will not allow anything else. With a howl of anger I begin to climb back down, my adventure on hold for a few giant's breaths.

"For the love of Ripred. Come on!" The wind pushes me towards Storm and I climb until I am facing him. "Come on, little girl, don't you want to play? I only wish to be your friend, but surely you must be too weak to play with the boys." I grin at him and one of my pale hands find his wrist. "Do you really want me to show you who you truly are? I was planning on cutting you a break, but oh, if you insist. I guess I can be merciful for now."

Pressure increases on his hands and I know that the three of them are only putty, waiting to be conformed to whatever torture I desired. Would little Stormika cry again, like she had cried in the training center when I brought up her brothers death?

Still pressing hard I rifle through his bag, until I find the item he was holding only a minute ago. Duct tape, ready and waiting for my evil plans. With glee I rip a strip of it off and wrap his fingers in it. His wrist goes against the green wall of the stalk and I feel thankful for my many years of training. Torture has become so easy to me. Was that a sign of madness? I wasn't sure.

After five minutes of little resistance I have the boy right where I want him, taped to the stalk. "O, what a wonderful little surprise for whoever comes here next, I suppose." I coo as I reach into my own backpack, my fingers digging around for the metal tube I loved. "Don't you want to look pretty for them, my dear" I find the tube and draw it out of the front pocket. "Now purse your lips, my fair lady, and I'll get you all prepped and ready." I pull the lipstick from its cap and wisely slather it upon his chapped lips. I miss the corners, but decide to just draw the red-stain up into the corner of his cheeks. "You look very pretty!" I exclaim and return my lipstick to its spot. "Now onto the others."

Stormika looks apprehensive of his new home, but I climb away without regret. Let him bathe in the humiliation, for it was his own damn fault. Quickly I descend the stalk and jump to the feet of little Stickerella. He is washed in his wounds and an ideal victim for my heartless words. Surely I must be the evil step-sister to his weak servanthood?

"Oh, I will carry you, alright."My hands reach down and take him into my arms. Legs wrap around my torso and I rest his head on my shoulder. "You are such a baby, Stickerella. Come on, mommy's got you, let's go play."

Once again I climb the stalk. Slower, due to the added weight, but with just as much enthusiasm as before. "Tell me, Stickerella. Has anyone ever made you sticky?" Green eyes gleam with malice, and up, up, up we go.

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*all action taken against other tributes done with permission, thanks!
Thanks to Onyx for help with the header and dreams for fixing the table!

[Cato]

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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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One foot ahead of the other, I slowly start scaling the giant beanstalk. I keep my eyes facing towards the sky to prevent myself from looking down. It's taller than I could have ever imagined. I definitely don't want to fall from it. Falling from this could be my death. I carefully look for a place to set my hand to keep a good tight grip. I'm done for if anything comes at me because I won't be able to get my weapon. I won't be able to fight while I ascend the beanstalk. How does Mick do it? How does he climb on the roofs and jump off without expressing any concern? He never doubts himself, and it's amazing. I want to be like him. I want to climb this without worrying, but it terrifies me. "How do you do it Mick?" I keep my voice quiet because I don't want anyone to hear me. I raise my feet up and hoist myself up higher when I find myself face to face with Beatrice.

I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising as dread rising into my eyes flickering like a flame. My hands tremble as I fight to get away from her, but my muscles fail to move me. She taunted me at the training center, yet she fought along side us when we fought against Siana, and that boy from two. She fought along side us against those damn cats; however, I don't want to trust her. She gives me the creeps. A chill runs up my spine as she grips my hand and searches through my backpack. I want to talk to her. I want to figure out what she's doing, but no words depart. My tongue is frozen unable to move. I watch as she grabs the duct tape and starts taping my hands together. "Jim! Help me! Please!" Her grip gets tighter as she taunts me. "Do you really want me to show you who you truly are? I was planning on cutting you a break, but oh, if you insist. I guess I can be merciful for now."

"Jim! Sticky! Someone please help me!" I shriek desperately trying to get one of them to help me, but I know Sticky won't be able to climb after me. I need them to help me, to save me from this girl that's in front of me. My hands are completely tied behind me. I try to fight against it. I want to be free to jump down from this, but it's no use in trying. I look down at Jim hoping he'll save me. We're bros. He should save me. He should save me. "Storm. I see you're stuck on the beanstalk. I wish I had the courage to climb up there and save you, but I don't. I'm so sorry brother." My heart drops into my stomach. My jaw drops towards the ground as I glare at Jim. Moisture forms in my eyes as I look away from him and stare straight into the face of Beatrice. I thought we were bros, yet you don't have the courage to save me. You're a coward Jim. I need you, but you won't help me. I guess we were never bros after all.

She grabs something from her backpack, and starts drawing on my face. It's cold, and feels awful, but I don't fight her. I don't want to fight her because it's useless now. She's got me, and there's nothing I can do about it. I hate her! I hate everything about her! I don't know why I'm trusting her to fight along beside me! "You look very pretty!" Disgust pulses through my veins. Hatred flickers in my eyes like a flame that will never die. Jim has betrayed me. He's left me here in front of her. He's a coward. He says he's my bro, but a bro would help a bro. Beatrice is a filthy bitch. I deserve much better than how she's treating me. "You think you are so big as you bully people. You think just because people aren't like you, you can own them and treat them like a puzzle piece. I am not your puzzle. You need to shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone! Oh, thanks for calling me pretty it means so much."

She scurries down and drags Sticky up the stalk. Jim still stands there but instead he lashes out on the stalk with his hammer. He hits it over and over again shaking what I'm tied to. I want to scream at him to stop. He's going to kill me, but I decide against it. I lower my head in shame of everything that I've done. Do I trust him? Can I trust him? Yes, I trust him. He's my bro. My heart leaps in my chest as the muscles tighten making it impossible to breathe. I lean forward struggling to get wind. My throat burns from lack of water. I'm going to die up here if I don't get down. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. "I swear to Ripred, let me down from here you filthy, grimy, contaminated little girl." You may think I'm a weak girl, but I'm not. I'll never be as weak as you. I'm stronger than you an imagine, and I'm about to show you. I kick my feet over and over trying to break loose with no luck.

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Thoughts A091AE
Hearing 80779B
Speech A3A3D0
Other DECDD1

OOC: Graphic credit goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: I believe I can Fly: R Kelly
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[Meghan]

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Wow, I really suck. But this is a filler b/c the anthem goes up tomorrow and I want to go to bed. But essentially this post will contain:
-beatrice making sticky sticky with sunscreen and love
-beatrice rubbing makeup on sticky's face
-beatrice yelling at storm and then unducttaping him, telling him to do better next time.
-beatrice jumping to the ground to scream at jim and demanding him to explain his words. might even hit him.
-beatrice grabbing jims thumb from him and being evil >

K WILL FILL THIS IN AS SOON AS I HAVE TIME. goodnight friends:)

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