Hades Awaits [Cassie, DW, MR]

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I will miss them. Fingers swipe the waters that fall from my eyes, I have to be strong, for Storm for Bea for Jim and most especially for me. I am the hero and heroes are strong, but how do they get over the feeling of grief when an ally a sibling dies? Breathing heavies as I continue to look at their lifeless body. "Before you set a protective circle of fire Jim, can I say my final good byes?" but I don't wait for his reply, I walk straight to Bea's youthful body. How could someone so fierce and angry look so calm in death, maybe it's because the burdens they carried are lifted away the moment the breath of life escapes their lips. Bea looks as if she was sleeping Beauty, such a calm and placid face. My fingers swipe her hair away from her face, "Bea, though I didn't trust you," - and I know you knew that "I want you to know that I treated you as if you were a step-sister." - an evil one, but a sister nonetheless - "I know you hurt a lot. I could see it in your eyes," - sometimes I hear you speak and scream when you dream - "but I admired you because you didn't let those bring you down. I hope you see your beloved brother and be happy with him in the kingdom of eternal happiness." Unfortunately she can't here these words, her ears aren't as alive as it was, but I can hope. Maybe her spirit can hear me, or maybe the wind can carry my message to her. I take out a flower I piked in the maze, and places it between her hands. She needs to be as lovely as Snow White, just like she is sleeping an Eternal slumber. I turn to the boy next to her, "Storm, my brother protector family. Thank you for showing me the worth of family, I knew you fought for your family and I'm sorry I didn't protect you as well as I should have," I take out a piece of leaf from my pocket, "I wanted to give you this the following day. It's something my mom told me to recite whenever I feel little and the world gets heavy," I place the leaf between his hands and My body bends near his ears and I whisper, "Have fun playing with the faeries in the garden Brother. I will never forget you. And I promise I will fight for my family" Standing I wipe the tears from my eyes, looking at them side by side, I remember the second day of the games when we were attacked by mutts. We fought side-by-side. We were Heroes, we were a family, and I guess in death we will always be side-by-side. I look to Jim for support, but I can see the pain and anguish. He tries to be strong, but I know we all are broken, most just cracked or scratched, but we were all still broken, i watch Jim as he lights the circle, the little light dances. How ironic, the little lights and our lives have similarities, they both will go out eventually. We continue to walk away from their graves until the smell of smoke fades. Day turns quickly into night we are still walking, feet screaming with pain and ache, but we have to move unless we want the others to kill us. Suddenly a leaf crunches beneath Jim's feet. Looking up, I see that the barren dry and rocky ground has turned to soft green grass. My feet begin to pat-pat-pat, the next thing I know is I'm running towards the tree, kissing the sweet grass. Twirling around until the world is spinning by itself when I am flat on the ground. From here, the stars looks like little lights, like the one in the fire that was protecting Bea and Storm's body, but these lights were different. These light takes a long long long long time to put out. It isn't like our life that will extinguish with a stab or a slice, those lights know how to survive. "Hey Jim, what do you wanna be when you escape the games? Well, me I want to be a star so that I'll take a long time to extinguish." The green beneath me felt soft and comfortable, slowly my eyes shut until darkness envelopes me and then there is nothing. Nothing, My body suddenly pops up, "Storm, Bea!" looking around, I remember that Hades has claimed them and my heart sank. Maybe I was hoping yesterday was a dream, unfortunately it wasn't. I see the trees looking like guardians around us, "Thank You mighty trees for your protection." I clutch Bea's long sword in my right and the mighty axe in my left, but I decided not to attack - Suddenly from the silence emerges a loud crunch of leaves getting stepped on. Turning around, fingers grip my weapons, my only protection from whatever dragon that is coming our way. "Jim wake up! © tattle for the table

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The past few days have been crazy. I hear the anthem being played and see two of my allies faces up in the sky. Beatrice and Storm. One face that I don't recognize at all is also up there. And now I see Cerise. My own district partner who I struck down in cold blood. Part of me is upset that I killed her, yet that's what terrifies me the most. No longer is the whole part of me that's upset. I cant sleep at all. Sticky and I are fairly close, yet so far apart. I haven't got to know him that well. I really hope that someone else kills him for me. I know Sticky is trying to speak to me, but at this point, I do not want to know him. I'd rather keep my distance. Maybe if he wasn't as close a friend that Bea or Storm was, he might actually last longer than they have. Or just maybe I will have to strike down Sticky myself.


I decide that I've enough of the mountains. Sticky and I seem to be of one mind so we take our stuff and head away from the death that's happened the past two days. We seem to have ended up in a forest. Letting my guard down now would be a mistake so I keep the newly acquired sword in my hand as I approach the forest with caution. Time for a new day. I don't know what will happen. Its a new day. Most of my allies are nearly dead, but there's a new reason for me to continue on with the fighting. That reason is for me to fight for Storm's family. I owe it to Storm to make it out of here alive and become the victor. I might have to eventually attack Sticky who is my last remaining friend here in the arena, but only one will survive and I intend to be that one tribute who survives. I will go home. I'll make it back to Storm's family and show them that he didn't die in vein. My attention is brought back to the present when I realize there are others in front of me. I've learned to not give a damn so I grip my sword and apply the jar of tar to my weapon and lunge. "Oh we meet again. Hi there."

Jim attacks Lucy. [lights sword on fire with jar of tar. I had tar in his inventory

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1060 -- Block -- 0.0 damage

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[✨ zozo.]

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“but there are some things, child, that you should steal. that you must steal, if you have enough love and courage in your heart. you must snatch freedom from the hands of the tyrant. you must spirit away innocent lives before they are destroyed. you must hide secret and sacred places.”

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Across my eyes I see another universe before me. It's so similar to the one I've lived in all my life, for each and every second I have lived right up to this moment. And yet there's something very different as it flickers into my closed view - because when the universe shows a hand in the reaping bowls it is not my form that stirs the still crowd but Paige's.

I scream.

The universe begins to spin forward. It's not me that sobs in the Waiting Room, not my head that cowers into my knees, not my hand that clutches Mace as we board the train, not my silhouette that peers out of the windows. I do not leave the train in silence, I do not cast my eyes at the other tributes as I see them for the first time, I do not patter through empty Capitol halls and wave nervously at Capitol faces. I don't sit in front of Caesar, blinking at the cameras like they're some foreign being. I don't enter the arena, I don't run and yell and fight and bleed. I don't fall to the floor and close my eyes and watch another universe fall from the depths of my head.

It's Paige instead.

My eyes fly open, screaming "Paige!" before I have the time to stop myself. With heavy gasps and white-knuckle clawing of the dirt below me I am plunged into reality again - only this time, I'm in the arena. Certainty takes its time to alert me of its presence before I have the ability to move again. Paige is safe. Paige is not here.

Then why was I so certain to believe that she was? This is no trick of the arena, no waking nightmare - only my imagination taking its toll upon me. Fury at myself bursts out of my mouth in agitated huffs, flicking strands of fire from my vision. Lucy sleeps next to me, blonde hair glowing in the artificial moonlight, undisturbed by my night terrors. Maybe tomorrow she will be in my dreams, or today they will turn into reality, or that by night time her face will be in the sky. The thought launches me into a swirl of nausea - District Two's head on the ground, Cerise's broken body, Lucy's severed foot. It takes everything I have not to scream into the night, but I manage (just), because I am still, after all this time, trying to be brave.

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I awake to snapping twigs at my ears and unfamiliar voices. At first, in my hazy, childish thoughts, I think it's the trees whispering to each-other. Perhaps I am still dreaming, except my mind has decided to grant me one that does not involve blood, or killings, or-

screaming.

"Get up!" I order - to myself, to Lucy, who knows? But my feet rise from the ground and hurry towards the coward and his accomplace. They killed her (Cerise's victorious chant) they killed her (weapons flying through the air) they killed her (her body crumpling to the ground).

I couldn't protect Ivana. I couldn't protect Cerise. I'm barely taking care of Lucy. Some silly part of me hoped, wished, that we could all stay together forever. That we'd never leave this arena - but at least we'd have each other. And the day repeats over and over - their weapons slicing at my friends until I have no-one left.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from her!"

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attacks [jim] with [meteor hammer]
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miss

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[florentine, d4b ❁]

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("OH PETER, I AM NOT NAIVE")

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[attacks jime, sword]

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miss

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Cassie Radke

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The night that fell upon me passed slower than the other four combined. The trees seemed bigger and the sky seemed darker. There was no comfort anywhere, from anything in the vicinity of the area. Every sound that you hadn’t noticed when you had been with others was now clear as a bell. Sleep was not going to happen, not for a while at least. The sky, which is where I had now directed my attention, was starless. You could get lost in that sky, a maze of darkness and despair, like many hearts now. Who all was grieving now? There were only nine of us left if I had counted the cannons right, and that meant fifteen grieving families, and that was only the minimal. Eight more would join them, and I had a feeling mine would be one of them. I was on my own now, what kind of chance could I possibly stand?

I had taken the powder horn gently from Shadow, and I now clutched it tightly, bringing it as close to my body as possible. It was smooth, except for the couple of scratches and nicks I was sure were from the last four days only. I had held it where Shadow had slept, against my side, his breathing soft and quiet, like everything was now. Except it didn’t feel soft anymore. The world around me felt hard and darkened, a glowing nightmare for those who don’t like the things that go bump in the night. I’m one of those people. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that if something were to come upon me in the middle of the night, I would have no chance. I would be gone in an instant, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind. There wasn’t much left for me to do anymore, because really, Shadow had been who I was trying to protect, and now he’s gone. I don’t think I’m going to make it home, actually, I know. What chance do I have when the strong still stand?

The night continued droning on, and I thought about the last four days in extensive detail, mulling over the smallest details, the way a leaf looked, the abstract swatches of blood that littered the ground around the cornucopia. The first day had been quick, actually, the bloodbath pouring by in minutes, if even that. That had been the night I held Shadow’s sob-wrecked body, his tears soaking my tunic. The second day Hope had died, and I knew then that we were done. No matter how many people I was surrounded with, no matter how many friends I had, nothing could prevent the quickness of a kill. It was instant, and the scary thing is that there is no way to avoid it. Brendon had died quickly too, at the hands of another girl from that alliance, and all I remember is running so hard and fast that any specifics were blurry and unknown.

And then yesterday, the badgers and traps. It was easily the hardest day for us—me. The badgers had had no problem ripping roughly at my body, and after surviving that fight, I figured we’d made it to the night in safety. But the traps had proven us wrong. We had both gotten tangled up in one, but I had freed myself fairly quickly. Shadow had difficulty getting out of the first one, but on top of that, he got caught in another, and this one was much more deadly. Trying to replay the scene in my mind sent shivers down my spine, his screams of anguish louder than any noise I had ever heard. I couldn’t get too close to him, and I thought he was going to free himself, I saw his body fall limply out. I figured he had just passed out, and would wake up in a few moments, but time passed and passed, the minutes dragging on and my heart sinking lower. The pressing of my ear up against his chest brought no noise, whereas I was listening for the gentle rise and fall. I didn’t know what to do, for he was gone, and there was nothing left for me. I didn’t know whether to cry or punch myself in the face. You decided you were going to take care of him, and now look, you’ve gone and messed that up too. I finally sat beside him and did nothing else but cry. The little knot in my heart wasn’t going away, but instead it was tying tighter and tighter, suffocating my heart with each tear that fell to the earth around me. I walked over to his bag and pulled out his old powder horn. There were other things in the bag, but it seemed wrong to take them. I laid back down beside him, curled as close as I could without getting too close, the darkness enveloping us both. Just as before sleep almost took me away, I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Nothing could be done, and nothing could be changed

Even though the sun began to rise, my heart didn’t. In fact, as the sun continued going up, my heart kept falling down, faster and faster, the sadness filling it to the brim of overflowing. I didn’t want to leave the Orchard, but really, if I stayed there, I didn’t know which would be worse, the sight of the sprung trap or the threat of mutts or other tributes. You can’t stay here, just move on. You’ll figure it out. But somehow, I kind of doubted that. I also doubted I would see another sunrise, and I almost hoped it were true. I don’t know where I was going, and I didn’t care. Walking aimlessly was nice, and I thoroughly enjoyed taking my time. It wasn’t until the ordered rows of the Orchard began to disappear that I realized where I was headed. There were still trees, but now they were spread around, like a forest. There was something out of place about this forest though, specifically the noise coming from deep within.

I followed it, darting in and out among the trees that provided good cover. When I approached the little hollow that the noise was coming from, I realized I didn’t really know who any of these kids were. There were two boys and two girls, and staying hidden wasn’t going to do me much good. They would eventually see me, and I think that if they had to make the choice, they wouldn’t have a problem with ganging up on me. I moved around to the girl’s side, and popped up beside them, trying to show without words that I would do my best to help in any way I could.

[Sticky Washington, flail]
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[✨ zozo.]

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“but there are some things, child, that you should steal. that you must steal, if you have enough love and courage in your heart. you must snatch freedom from the hands of the tyrant. you must spirit away innocent lives before they are destroyed. you must hide secret and sacred places.”

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He's dead.

"Who's Paige?"

He's dead.

"I'm Sticky, by the way."

He stole my last secret before I had the chance to tell anyone, and now he's dead.

But he didn't kill Cerise - the coward did. Anger pulsed through me and used my limbs as a puppet show, dragging them left right and center without any guidance or discipline. My weapon went flying at thin air - and then the wrong boy fell to the ground. (We'll all fall down eventually, but he didn't deserve to die. Not yet, anyway.)

Yet who am I to judge who lives and dies? I am here by chance, and Ivana and Cerise are dead. All those faces in the sky have died, and I keep on living. I have yet to

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filler #2 oops

Looks at Sticky's dead body, then looks back at Jim with a smile on her face.

(To Jim) "Bring it on."

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[florentine, d4b ❁]

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("OH PETER, I AM NOT NAIVE")

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[attacks jim, sword]

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Cassie Radke

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Shock is many things, but anticipated is not one of them. It simply goes against the nature of shock to be expecting things, so when my flail made direct contact with Sticky’s skull, I was indeed shocked. In fact, shocked didn’t begin to describe it. Wasn’t this the same way I killed the badger? Staggering backwards, I felt behind me for anything to stabilize my now shaking body. I was stumbling backwards, frantically hoping that something would stop my path of motion, and thankfully we were surrounded by trees. When the trunk collided with my back, I didn’t notice. No, my entire body was now numb, completely focused on the blood flowing by my feet.

What had this boy done to deserve what I had just done to him? I didn’t know him or recognize him, and now I never would. How did his family feel now? Did he even have a family to grieve over him? I sure hope so, he didn’t seem to be evil. I honestly think that some of the people around me deserve to die some horrible death that will leave others stricken with fear, but this boy, this seemingly innocent kid who wanted nothing more than to live—this isn’t how he should’ve gone. Was there anyone to hold him through his death?

The boy from three was still fighting, and for that I gave him credit. He was fighting an already lost battle. He had courage, but courage won’t always win the war. The girls, they seemed to almost be synchronized with their swinging and slicing through the soggy air. The cool temperatures around us were mauled by the humidity, the sweat pouring freely from all of us. I figured leaving them to their fighting was best, I mean I’d already done my part hadn’t I?

I’ve done more than enough damage to someone’s life; I shouldn’t do more.

Wasn’t I supposed to be proud? My first kill—well, besides the badger, but I don’t count him. It was merely an animal, and my job had been to kill it, so that’s what I had done. Were my actions against this kid right? Not that I could do anything about it or change anything, but I couldn’t help but question it. I didn’t even know why I was fighting or who I was fighting for, not anymore. I wasn’t fighting for myself, so, who was it now? Shadow’s gone, and all because I had messed up the one job I had. It was all my fault that I had to leave his mangled body behind in the apple orchard. There was nothing I could do to bring him back or trade places. This was just one more mistake I would have to deal with before I died, which is upsetting, because really, I’ve already made enough mistakes for a lifetime. I would’ve loved to die without making too many more. That’s really all I seemed to do, make mistakes. I’ve spent my entire life pushing people away and pretending that nothing mattered. But with life and death hanging by a thread, I realized it all mattered. Every single thing I have done, good and bad, all affected someone in some way. My choices don’t just change me, they change the ones I love and despise, and that somehow makes me accountable for everyone that stumbles into my life.

“Cole, I want to come home.” The words were incoherent and not actually words that could be understood, but I knew what they meant. Cole would know, and he hopefully still wants me to come home. I still need one person to not leave me. I am desperate for one last chance to live, just like anyone else in this arena. Nothing separates my motives from theirs, and that’s probably the scariest thing of all.

[drops nightvision goggles and walkie talkie]
[takes Sticky's longsword, 2 iodine tablets, 3 matches, and axe]

[Cato]

So yeah. Jim flees. Filler. Will fill in tomorrow.

-Jim flees-
-Jim uses first aid for -3, n/t for -5, bandages for -1-
-collects one bundle of firewood.
-boils his three unpurified water jugs with one bundle firewood.-
-eats one batch edible plants-
-drinks one purified jug of water-
-collects one bundle firewood-

[✨ zozo.]

wip obviously

saffron:
- flees
- collects 1 bundle of firewood and uses it to create a fire
- uses firemaking to boil her unpurified water
- allows cassie and lucy to also boil their water
- uses first aid on lucy for -3 damage
- collects two more bundles of firewood
- receives sticky's axe from cassie

[florentine, d4b ❁]

work in progress in which:
lucy flees
she accepts first aid from saffron for -3
performs first aid on herself for -3
takes cassie's medical plants for -2
uses her needle and thread (from medkit) for -5
and 5ft of storm's bandages for -1
(25 - 14 = 11)

she boils one of her unpurified water jugs on saffron's fire
and wanders off to be a forest nymph somewhere else

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Cassie Radke

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The three around me had finally decided to quit the fighting, and I was almost glad. Almost. I didn’t want someone else’s life to be taken, no, not now. It would happen in due time, in fact, all four of us might be dead when it’s all said and done. But then again, one of us may not. One of us may walk out of this whole thing, battered and bruised nonetheless, but alive. No one cared about minor cuts and bruises anymore, only the mere fact of staying alive. Really, staying alive had been both easier and harder than I had pictured it to be. I had expected to be absolutely slaughtered the first day, but up until only yesterday I had encountered little to no pain. Yesterday, oh yesterday, I hadn’t even started to understand what the definition of pain and discomfort was. It had been a thing I had considered, but not heavily. But when it hit, it hit hard, in the form of gashes and stabs that flared throughout my entire body. There came a point that I was almost positive I was going to die, and I almost wish I had. Maybe there was a little part of me that hoped I would die before Shadow, not only in the hopes of getting him further, but hoping that he would be there to hold me through my death before I would have to hold him through his.

But that’s not the way the cards fell upon the table, and now here I was, watching the boy run off into the distance, alone, as I was just hours ago. I didn’t really expect to be attacked by the two girls, at least, I hoped they wouldn’t. They wouldn’t have much trouble taking me out, though, and I wouldn’t really blame them for it. But thankfully, they didn’t, we all just, stood there. They didn’t seem shocked or confused whatsoever, where I, on the other hand, was on the brink of a mental breakdown. There wasn’t much to say, and even if I wanted to say it, I couldn’t. Not anymore.

Before I even knew what was happening they were walking off, and honestly, I didn’t want to join them. I just wanted to sleep. I wanted—needed the rest that so refused to overcome my body. It was all I longed for, and I would refuse to leave the area until I managed at least a few hours of the precious unconsciousness.

[Gives Sticky's axe to Saffron]
[Gives one bundle of medicinal plants from inventory to Lucy]
[Boils her unpurified water jug on Saffron's fire]
[uses 5 ft. of bandages on self]
[uses remaining needle and thread on self]
[eats one bundle of edible plants]
[uses one bundle of medicinal plants from inventory on self]
[flees most likely]