Mock 53rd Feast/Bray Ani Ems Cato Nix Dreamer Rave

[No tribute[Bray]]

The gamemakers are releasing a poisoness gas into the arena after the feast is over. You must go in and grab a mask. If you don't get the mask in time, you will die from the gas. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Feast rules-

-You must have an intro post before attacking.
-You must attack 2 times before picking up a mask
-You have to have 3 consecutive flee posts.
-You may not drop the item.
-You may only use a mace.
-No set posting order.
-Though there must be three posts between each of yours.
-One of them must be outside of your alliance.
-No turn delay

Items-
Mask
Mask
Mask
Mask
Mask

There are only five masks, seven player. You will have to kill for a mask. first come first serve.

LET THE 53RD HUNGER GAMES FEAST BEGIN!!!!!!

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A feast! There is going to be a feast! I can barely contain my excitement that morning as I awaken my district partner Mason. I can hardly wait to feel the blood flow beneath my hands, I know that the others still see me as weak but that is their mistake. I will kill all of them, including, as much as it pains me, my district partner when the time comes. I pick up my mace, feeling the assassin in me awakening. This is my time to shine, my time to kill, my time to make the other Tornhells proud. I smile, the smile of the fallen angel that I am and pick up my mace. "Come on Maon, it's a feast today, I'm ready to end this" I say, walking off.

I walk through the desert towards the site of the feast and smile, there are others gathering here, no doubt all hoping to get one of the masks before the poison gas kills them off. Let the Games begin I think, running into the second bloodbath

[ooc: Allyssa Tornhell enters the Feast]

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[No tribute[Bray]]

Narration Seagreen
Thoughts Blue
Speech Default
Hearing Darkgreen

I still remember day 1. The day of the most scarring. Not only phisically, but emotionally too. I miss District 4. Unlimited amount of water, I can't get used to this desert. No water anywhere in sight. I'm lonely. It's not like I don't have anyone to talk to, I have Darius. My ally from District Eleven. But, our mouths are so dry we can't speak.

I might be able to win this, I'm in the final 7 of 24. But today will be dangerous. I can quote Claudius Templesmith's voice exactly, "Congratulations tributes on making it to the final 7. Tomorrow we will be having a feast at the cornucopia. If you don't come that's fine, but the poison will get you." I even remember the laugh that he did at the end.

Now today, on day 6, I am going to face death. I have already ended two lives in my few days. I didn't have any clue of the names or districts of those two. Heck, I don't even remember if they were boys or girls.

I arrive to see the golden horn awaiting our blood. I know Darius, my ally, is close, but not how close. But I do stop outside the cornucopia. I can see other tributes peaking in. I step out into the open and shout. "Come and get me!" Let the games begin. I'm running.

OOC: Jerome Thorburn enters the feast.

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Mason looked around and saw his district partner still alive. He had to admit that she was good and probably stood the best chance out of the two of them of surviving the feast. "That one is dangerous yet she doesn't look like she has suffered many wounds if any, hopefully this feast wont be the end of her....Mason examined himself and sighed. He on the other hand suffered some wounds in the hunger games. He looked at his right arm which had a deep gash in it. His leg had several shallow cuts which were healed, but the scars were still noticeable. He took another look at his partner. She didn't seem injured, but for all he knew she had wounds which were not showing.

"Ahh the feast... I am ready to end these delusional tributes who think they will kill me...." Mason smiled slightly after speaking to her. He picked up a mace and took one look at Ally before walking to the cornucopia.

ooc-Mason Hammerfell enters the feast-
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red=speech

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Darius Faux

I’ve made it this far. I’ve made it to the final seven tributes. I always knew I would make it this far, but I might meet my death now. Death is just another great adventure. I’m not afraid of death and I never will be, but I have a few things I need to do first. I need to go home so I can find my mother, and treat her the way she treated me. I’ll teach her to lie to me. I’ll teach her to leave me with a brutal uncle. I hate them both, and I must get home to them. I must kill everyone that stands in my path. I will kill them and lick their blood from my flail. I hold the flail in my hand, and I’m ready to kill. I’m ready to attack. I’m ready to quench my thirst. I’ll crush every single one of them like bugs except Jerome. He’s been my family in the arena. He’s stuck by my side since the beginning, and I won’t turn my back on him. I won’t turn my back on my family like my mother did to me.

I don’t care what happens, but I know that I will make it out of this arena alive. I don’t care if I have to kill my family because only one can win these games. Nothing will distract me from finding my family. I think to myself as I look around waiting for the first person to enter. I will crush that person like a bug. I will make sure they die. I will drink their blood from my weapon. I’ll smile as the blood drips down my face. Every female here will be treated the way I want to treat my mother. I want to kill my mother, so I will kill them. I’ll make them scream. I’ll make them wish they never stepped into my path. The wounds I had from the previous days are healing. I feel very alive. I am alive, and I’m ready to go. ”Let the games begin.” I mutter silently to myself. I lick my lips before I take off running into the distance.

OOC: Darius Faux enters the feast

Narration A2A283
Thoughts BBAA77
Hearing DDDD99
Speech FFFFDD
Other EEBB66

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Crescent Boreal Avos

The very idea of the feasts had never crossed his mind, hell making it through the first day seemed almost impossible. His only ally hadn't survived, yet here lays Crescent, mostly whole despite the various scrapes and brusies that coated his body. Craftmenship wasn't his greatest feature, as the threads that losely managed to hold his skin together was crooked and sloppy, but it got the job done. Needle and thread weren't very plentiful anyhow, as the cornucopia was filled with nothing but silver-coated or gold-painted maces. Sponsors must have had some remorse for him after his run in with the bloodbath, since gifting needles and thread was well over the budget of many outside the capitol.

Despite his rather lazy works with threads the skimmed through his upper left arm, the rest of his physical appearance had taken a mighty toll. Even as he was coming into the arena rather skinny, the food amount was rather low. Hunting for food wasn't a hobby for Crescent, so he relied on the luck of finding edible foods that wouldn't kill him. Staying late into the night had been a hobby for him, or even as far as a profession. Yet, the bags under his eyes had intesified as he took suite into the arena, since his hours of sleep decreased to four to almost minutes a day.

Scraping into half a week wasn't very ideal for him. Mud had caked his hair and almost every inch of his skin, while dried blood masquaraded the rest. He had managed to stayed hidden for the most part, but being forced into a maindated feast was a death note waiting to happen. Mace in hand he carelessly wandered the arena, attempting to locate his deathbed. The area hadn't been far away, besides the smell of bloodlust and or fear had surronded himself and the other remaning tributes. How they managed to make it this far without looking like a sack of potatoes had willed itself into Crescent's mind. Not the fact that they all were ready to pounce and kill just to live one or two more days. Maybe he could just hide in the shadows and wait to die peacefully.

[ooc: Crescent enters the feast alone, because I want to die yolo]

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MASON

The feast. A death-match. They just HAD to make it necessary for people to kill. Death-Gas? Really? Just another way the GamesMakers found to kill us all faster and more entertainingly for the capitol. My stomach turned butterflies flew around in it even the butterflies were nervous. These were the best killers; the best survivors and I made it by a hair. Would it be possible to get a sponsor? I was sure, but I had only killed three the entire games and I can hardly believe I have made it this far.

I must make my district proud even if I die I want to die a warrior's death. "Run, food water" I said to myself over and over and I glance at the other tributes. I know that there is the one girl the ruthless and bloodthirsty one that almost killed me in the beginning. I look over at look over at my partner and mouth, "Are you ready?" and hope for the best. I pick up my mace and sprint away but not too far so I can watch the death-match and get a mask after everyone is killed.

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[/color] It’s no wonder they turn to alcohol and sex.

It was already five days into it and somehow only seven children survived. That’s almost three-fourths of the contenders gone. Wiped out in less than a week by these animals, yet somehow Izzabel managed not to see a single fight. She saw not a single drop of blood after Day One as running was a particular strong point of hers. As well of hiding from her freakish over bearing old fashioned mother, but that’s for another day, if she survives that is. However Day Five always a “gift” as they love to call it; the puppeteers of the rest of their lives. A “Feast to celebrate their great achievement,” was to be held in their honor. Or basically, another way of rounding up more children to die.Wasn’t puberty enough?However she had no vhoice in the matter as she could smell the poison radiating from the earth and the only gas masks were conveniently at the Feast. So she ran to what was hopefully her salvation.

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Narration Seagreen
Thoughts Blue
Speech Default
Hearing Darkgreen

It was silent, then all hell broke loose. People ran simultaneously towards the middle. You can't stall here. If you stall you will die. You have to be first. I won't die, I must have a mask. Darius must have a mask. He has given me love like my family did. I need to get him safe. I need to get safe.

I dash in and grip my mace tightly. I almost reach a mask but something distracts me to my right. I act on impulse and I swing my mace to the right. I don't know who I'm aiming for, but I am sorry. I know it wasn't darius because I can tell it's a female.

[attacks Izzabel with Mace]
[dice=200+12000]
[12157 -- Broken Right Femur -- 7.5 damage]

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Darius Faux

I’ve ran as fast as I could into the clearing not looking around. Sweat drips off my brow from the hot days I’ve experienced, but nothing will compare to the days I’ve worked in District Eleven. I don’t miss District Eleven; in fact, I don’t know if I want to return there. I hate it there. I hate my mother. I hate my uncle. I hate everyone there for the way I’m treated. I hate them all. The last thing I said to my uncle when I left weighs on my mind. I don’t hate myself for saying it, and I want to die so I don’t have to make it write, but I have other things to do first. I will not die in this arena. I will die whenever mother nature takes me out. ”I hate you. I hate everything about you. If I make it out of the arena, you will be the first person I come after. You will die before my mother. I don’t know why you came to say goodbye because I know you don’t love me. All those years you tortured me will never change. It’s done, so get out of my life. I don’t need you. I’ve never needed you. You better run before I get to you because I’m not holding back any longer.”

I see masks sitting on a table, and I must grab one. The flail in my hands beg me to hit someone. I need to kill someone so I can get out of here. I don’t care who dies, but I do know it won’t be me. I’ll kill them all. I’ll tear them limb from limb. I’ll have a feast on their bones after this is all over. It’ll make this feast a feast. I swing my flail at the nearest person hoping to crush their skulls and send brain matter flying throughout the arena.

Attacks Mason from District 2 with flail
[dice=200+12000]
Results: 12056 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Flail)

Narration A2A283
Thoughts BBAA77
Hearing DDDD99
Speech FFFFDD
Other EEBB66

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The adrenaline I always felt before killing began coursing through my veins and I revelled in it. This was what I was trained to do, to kill. Ever since I was seven years old, I'd been forced to kill things and my uncle, since I was twelve, had sent me out to kill people who owed him money. I smiled whickedly as I darted at one of the people who'd entered. It was the only other girl who was still alive in this death pit. "Ready to die, eight" I asked, attacking her with my Mace.

[attacks Izzabel with Mace (Flail)]
[dice=200+12000]
[12059=Broken right knee 7.0 damage]

The blissful crack as I broke her knee made me smile.

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Nobody expected a measley boy from District 6 to make it past the first day, nevertheless survive into the Feast. Never in his dizziest daydreams would Crescent dream it either. The bloodbath was supposed to allow him that one-way ticket into death's warm embrace, but he had been robbed at the last minute. The will to not die had carried him from day one, from the minute he grabbed his pink mace to the moment he stabbed himself in the foot on day three. Death hadn't induced Crescent yet, he allowed him to travel and act freely; his only input was to lead him into the feast, however. From the overeager to the overemotional, the seven remaning sacrifices were all gathered by the same driving force death. Their minutes were numbered, but still existant. The willing arorua had driven them together to drive each and another and evolve into beasts, yet Death would wait patiently, ready to hold his firm grasp and welcome each new soul into their destiny.

[Crescent smakes Mason Hammerfell]
[dice=200+12000]
[12030 - Miss - 0.0 Damage]
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[/i]not be on of those kids. She had too much to lose at her Library and at her home, her friends, her family her everything was there and she wasn’t about to lose it. It seemed quite simple really, in her head at least. Grab a mask run and go however they area that they were in was much too small for those kinds of tactics, something Izzabel learned too little too late. The Careers from 2 and 4 had already shattered her right leg completely off so it was time for her to strike back.

Attacks Jerome
[dice=200+12000]
12165 -- Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage
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Narration Seagreen
Thoughts Blue
Speech Default
Hearing Darkgreen

So much chaos is going on but I am almost to the mask. I have to get that mask. I go at the girl again and make sure that I have time to grab onto a mask. I sling out the mace and hope I hit.

OOC: I grab a mask and put it on immediately.


[attacks izzabel with Mace]
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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Darius Faux

It’s dangerous out here. Everything. I missed my attack. Anger surges through me pissing me off. I can’t believe I missed. I want to kill this person. How did I miss with a flail? I shake my head trying to regain focus. I never thought it was possible. My weapon failed me. My body failed me. I spit on the ground. ”You lucky bastard.” I spat out uncontrollably. I look at him again wondering if I’ll be hit, but I’m not afraid. I don’t care if I know or not. I just want this over with. I want to get out of here so I can feast. I swing the flail again this time I won’t miss. ”You best watch out.”

Attacks Mason from District 2 with flail
[dice=200+12000]
Results:12175 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Flail)

Narration A2A283
Thoughts BBAA77
Hearing DDDD99
Speech FFFFDD
Other EEBB66

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