Alone, I wander

[Sage]

The eye of the tiger

Burning sun beats down upon you as you run, the spear in your hand turning making your palms sweat. Your eyes gaze up at the sun, wishing they'd provided all of you with a hat of some kind, anything to keep the sun off your head and to keep you from dehydrating. Already, you can feel a dry spot forming on your tongue and your throat is burning with thirst. If the game makers wanted to kill you off, this would be the perfect way to do it.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you pause, looking around at your surroundings. You hadn't meant to abandon your allies at the cornucopia but when the chaos had ensued, you'd taken off as if your life had depended on it. (In reality, it probably had as people were attacking you left, right, and center.) You could feel the wounds on your body aching as blood trickled onto the dusty ground below you. Where were you? Gazing around, you noticed that all around you there was nothing but sand and dry earth for miles. Had you run the wrong way? You'd meant to go to the Cacti you'd been able to see from the pedestal but you must have taken a wrong turn during the bloodbath and ended up here. Oh well, you could survive for now.

A few moments of simply standing in the sun is all it takes for you to decide that you need to cover your head. Unbuttoning your vest and shirt, you wrap the shirt around your head, making a head scarf out of the material and slip the vest back on in order to cover your back from the relentless heat. Are the game makers trying to sweat us out? the thought almost brought a smile to your face but you stopped it, now was not the time for smiles, now was the time to find shelter from the heat before you died of heat exhaustion.

Your eyes scan for shelter but to no avail, the land is flat apart from the occasional tumbleweed rolling by and a few random boulders scattered around the area. No where to hide but then, you remember that you know how to hide yourself. At the moment, you are probably quite easy to pick off but a few moments later, you are hidden among the dusty earth, your body completely covered in dirt and sand. To be honest with yourself, you probably look like a madman but these are the games and you will do what you have to to survive.

[Jix uses Camouflage to make himself disappear into his surroundings and to protect himself from being attacked]

Alone I must wander

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[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Does, Says, Thinks

Luna Shim

As the girl stumbled into the burning hot desert, she took a quick breather. She was still alive, it was a miracle. Luna started to think to herself that she might die next, but she had to stop thinking so down on herself. She got this far, she could get farther... Hopefully, the girl shook her head and started walking a bit, all she had was her slingshot and that was it. Luna was going to lose some weight, was that good? She felt so insecure at times, she never knew if she was too tall or too short, too fat or too skinny. Luna had to stop thinking, and focus on right now- the games. The teenager started walking around, not minding her own business. She thought about Jix, and Future. They must be nearby, at least one of them.  "Jix? Future? Come out, come out wherever you are!" Luna said with a hint of curiosity along with what she had said, the girl was bored and didn't know what to do.

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[aya]

Cowboy Dan Johnwayne

and his dad was oh so mad
should've insured that planet
before it crashed

The sun climbed in the sky and the wagon kept rolling along the desertscape. Dan's spirits were high as the afternoon sun as they crossed the barren land toward bigger and better adventures. Or, rather, toward the rest of the tributes they were aiming to kill. Once more, he found himself playing lookout from the top of the covered wagon, legs dangling over the edge and into its mouth.

Some tribute calling out in search of her allies caught Dan's ears. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" A bark of laughter escaped his dry throat. He plucked the hat off of his head with his left hand and waved it around in the air enthusiastically. His right flew to his axe with an excitement that would've been utterly childlike had it not been caused by the prospect of murdering some stranger.

"You found me," he hollered, cramming the stetson hat back on his head and hopping down off of the wagon. A wicked grin spread across his blood-painted face, revealing the missing tooth in front. Dan didn't give a shit; the malice that consumed him was not at all concerned with appearances, and the old brawling trophy he kept in his mouth was the least of his worries. "We gonna play now, little girl?"

The axe was out of his belt and in his hand in the blink an eye. And everything he did after that was faster. "Tag," he said, chopping at her, "you're it!"

[attacks Luna, axe]
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[ 11161 | Deep Gash on Left Bicep | 8 ]

ooc note: the dice were 11161 then changed to whatever it is now - but confirmed with Charade, who saw it as it was. Also have a screenshot

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[pthalorarity]

[Jem Morgan]



I live my life inside a dream,
only waking when I sleep
If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all

Jem remained inside the covered wagon as the career pack was carried onward. With Dan sitting up top in the beating sun that Jem’s pristine, porcelain skin was currently avoiding, he had turned his attentions elsewhere. One could never know just who would prove more useful in the end anyway. He sat closely beside Gavin as the propelled the wagon forward with the crank and traced the exterior of one of his biceps with his light touch. “You know,” Jem said with a flicker of his lashes, “you’ve got amazing arms from someone from a lower District. I wouldn’t mind seeing what else—“

Dan’s hollering interrupted Jem leaning closer into Gavin. He pursed his lips for a moment before grabbing his spear and leaning out the front of the wagon to see for himself. He could see the girl not too far off, wandering rather stupidly through the desert. How much of a dolt could you be to be shouting for your ally so carelessly in this open Arena. He was surprised they hadn’t heard her sooner, but perhaps the racket from the wagon’s crank was to blame.

Jem’s signature cocky smirk curled upon his lips as he too leapt from the wagon and plowed after Dan. “Not so fast, Cowboy,” He said with a playful bite of his lip, “I think I’m about to make our score 2-0.” His seductive gaze shifted to a focused glare upon Luna Shim as he forcefully lunged his spear into their prey.

[Jem attacks Luna, Spear]
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[3107 - Deep Gash on Left Bicep - 8.0]

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[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

My arms burned with every turn of the crank, each spin pushing us further away from the Cornucopia and further into enemy territory. No, our territory. We were the careers. We were the leaders, the runner of the arena, and one of us would win. If I was going to be a career, I had to adopt the mind of one, as well as all of the rituals and attitudes, which meant that when Dan began chasing tributes down with our ride, I was supposed to be okay with it. Hunting, right, of course.

Jem sat beside, supposedly helping to turn the damn thing but mostly only staring at me, letting his fingers drift all over my arms, letting words fall from his mouth in a way that almost seemed like he was getting a kick out of embarrassing me. Luckily, before I had time to think of a reply, Dan was shouting, I peered over Jem to see what he saw, movement. I jumped down with my allies and hissed our new friends a greeting.

"Number Two, here I come. And I raised my spear into the air and prepared to get my hands dirty already.

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gavin barker

[Gavin attacks Luna, spear]
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[Deep Gash on Right Calf -- 8.0 damage]

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[✨ zozo.]

She got away she got away she got away.

It's all I can think about. We weren't even 5 minutes into this game of life and death and that girl from ten got away. Our minimal talk in the wagon was filled with my never-ending thoughts slowly returning as I hid from the sun underneath the shade my fault stupid should have gotten her could have gotten her useless tiger come on get your head in the game you've gotta win but you can't win if you keep missing them you can't let them get away got to put on a good show you've got to i've got to-

"Come out, come out wherever you are!"

Everything in my head falls short. We slam to a stop and I jump up, knuckles a furious red and white as I grip my latest weapons. kill kill kill kill kill kill kill win win win win win. Everything else is irrelevant and I almost throw myself out of the cart, all four of us launching ourselves at the blonde-haired girl. i am flying flying flying to an early death but it's not mine it's not mine it won't be mine not now not ever.

When an arrow flies, I feel every inch of it leave my hands and watch it hit the target all at once. It's a whisper of breath, a trick of light, a hearbeat - blink, and you'll miss it. (Blink, and I might never wake up. Blink, and you might not either.) blink and i'll miss her blink she'll be dead. Blink - silver. Blink - blood. Blink - they've all fallen down like a toppling pyramid, one by one by one.

I don't care what the others say - she's mine this time.

God knows I'll try.

tiger chautin 

{attacks luna}
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{Shallow Cut on Calf -- 3.5 damage}

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[Sage]

lyrics here ya feel

Waiting in silence and stillness, you watch the dry earth for any signs of life and feel relief run through your veins as Lunas blonde head appears out of the dust. She's alive. You're about to come out of hiding when you hear something that freezes you to the spot. "You found me," The covered wagon from the bloodbath rolls into view and you spot the boy from two, you can't remember his name, jumping down from the top of it. Inside, the other careers are no doubt ready to attack but hidden here, you know that there is nothing you can do. All you can do at this moment is watch in horror as the boys ax embeds itself into Lunas arm.

The other careers all seem to hop out of the wagon and swarm your ally like moths to a flame, you can hear Lunas terrified screams in your ear but there is nothing you can do to help her. To reveal yourself could mean death for you. Did that make you selfish? To put your own life ahead of someone else's? You weren't sure but you could feel nausea rising in your throat. You were going to be sick.

Watching the death back home on the screen is a completely different experience to being there, feeling the sweltering sun on your face, and witnessing your ally get hacked to bits by the careers and realizing that you can't do anything about it. The powerlessness that fills you is indescribable as you hear the words uttered from the district seven boys mouth. "Number two, here I come" It enrages you to think that this boy thinks of the girl he is killing as merely another number.

You feel tears prick at your eyes as you watch the scene before you play out. You were a coward in the time when you could be the hero. I'm sorry Luna, I am so sorry. the words are meaningless because you can't do anything to help her, you can't move or else it will give away your position and you had to survive, for Futures sake and for Jill. Jill, I'm sorry. You send a silent apology, sitting still as your ally is killed in front of you.

lyrics here ya feel

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[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Does, Says, Thinks

Luna Shim

As soon as Luna hollered Jix and Future's names, she heard a voice. The voice, that she knew that WILL end her life. Careers, they were surrounding her in that stupid covered wagon that was at the bloodbath. She heard the voice, "You found me," and knew that her death was now. She was going to be, what, the fifth tribute dead? Whatever, she saw the others hop out of the bandwagon like it was a free-for-all, which it was. Luna felt weak, with her little singshot and their axes, spears, bows, and arrows. She probably could just admit that she was dead now, but a slingshot wouldn't do it. Luna didn't WANT to attack them, a slingshot would probably do as much as a rock itself. She decided she could try, to see if she could borrow a weapon so she could commit suicide. So, she asked. Knowing that they will most likely not give her the weapon, because she could just use it on them which would get her ass whooped. Anyways, she tried.

"Can I borrow one of y'all deadly weapons of death? I might as well jut commit suicide and do the dirty work for you. Though, you would probably kill your own damn parents to win this. Just to be wiped off in the dust for the next games, the next games, you'll be nothing. Just a regular mentor, just a regular victor like all the others that killed just to win what? A stupid house, and money. You'd probably spend them on clothes, and probably condoms I don't even know. You would probably be selfish enough to not even think about the Districts, because you guys are all alive, healthy, and not worrying about dying of damn hunger. Where US in district 5, and 12 are losing population faster then tributes die in these damn games. But, whatever. Either way I'm going to die because you guys are heartless then a teddy bear." Luna said to the careers, she didn't give a damn if that made them want to kill her more, it was Luna's decision. She stepped backwards, trying to get a bit farther away from the blood addicts. She obviously didn't feel safe around them, so she wanted to keep her distance.

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[aya]

Cowboy Dan Johnwayne

and his dad was oh so mad
should've insured that planet
before it crashed

They made short work of the girl. Jem and Dan had both hit her in the same spot — her upper arm, near the heart had her limb not been in the way. Birds of a feather kill together, her mused. Even Troutmouth had given the girl a sizable gash on the leg. Not as vital, but it would serve to keep her from running away.

He supposed the pain and blood loss made her stupid — or, stupider, if she's been dumb enough to yell for her allies the way that she had — because she began monologuing like some fucking foolish villain on one of those awful Captiol soap operas that his grandfather would watch from time to time. He stopped listening after she asked to borrow a weapon, bored with the whole speech.

Dan spat in her face. "You wanna borrow my axe?" he asked, driving it into her body.

[attacks Luna, axe]
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[ 11141 | Shallow Cut on Left Thigh | 3.5 ]

It wasn't a deep cut, not the hamstringing he was going for, but it would suffice, he suspected. One more blow to end her. He raised his axe —

{godfuckingdammit}

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[pthalorarity]

[Jem Morgan]



I live my life inside a dream,
only waking when I sleep
If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all

Jem rolled his eyes at the girl’s stupid pleading speech. Who was she to think she deserved this more than anyone else because she was poor. She didn’t know about his life or what this would mean for him, so screw her. Dan was stealing her life away with his axe, but Jem was still close enough to steal that final breath. His lips curled back into his grin as he reveled in taking the kill for himself. He loved showing up the more brutish careers in his gym, because winning wasn’t only about the brawn.

“Sure, you can borrow my weapon,” Jem said with a charming smile. He lunged forward hurling his spear into Luna shim for the final blow.

[Jem attacks Luna, Spear]
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[3056 - stabbed in the stomach - 9.5]

Jem's glittering green eyes flickered back to Dan. He brushed a bloodied finger along his ally's cheek to mark him and smiled. "2-0, Cowboy." He turned and rolled his arms back to flex his muscles and smile for the cameras.

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[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

I raised my spear into the air once more, blood from the gaping wound on her leg dripping into the dry sand, and was all but ready to finish her when Dan got in the stance to deliver the final blow. Instantly, I backed off. No way in hell was I gonna kill her and give him yet another reason to hate me. If he wanted the kill, he could have it, as far as I as concerned.

That was when Jem's spear stabbed through her midsection and the cannon fired. I braced myself for what was to come, for the angry words and the caveman behavior from Dan, and made quick work of hopping onto the wagon and waiting for his tantrum to be over. "2-0, cowboy." Jem joked, rubbing salt in a wound that I knew was already screaming with pain. "Hey handsome," I said, nodding to Jem in a desperate attempt to keep both of them alive for a while longer. "How about you sit by me."

[Gavin flees]

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gavin barker

[✨ zozo.]

This one wasn't going to leave my sight.

My knife hits the target and I jump in delight as it slams into her leg, liquid scarlet seeping from every gash we carve into her. There's something oddly satisfying about watching your prey stumble to death at your hands. I am her undoing, her final glimpse of hope disappearing, and one step closer to home. Jem and Dan hack away at her and I stare, a mixture of awe and horror painted upon my face. This place is awfully fun and surreal and quite gruesome all at once i don't know how to feel right now i just want to kill her kill someone kill anyone and everyone better her than i better her heart stops than mine manic, and we're all mad or close to it. Then again, when I entered this place I was already a little strange to begin with. Perhaps I'll feel right at home.

Whatever anger Dan shot my way from earlier fades in an instant. I can feel it before it arrives, a calm before the storm and for once I am not at the mercy of the thunder and rain in a place that would hold neither as Jem's spear flies into the girl's body and the canon fires. boom and there's a thunderous crack in the sky and i think this is the first sign of a long treacherous storm it's coming for me it's coming so we'd better run run run for our lives. I scream aloud, whooping in victory, not caring that there's a sad little family from wherever the hell she's from now weeping in front of their television screen. I drown out their echoes with chants of celebration and jump to high-five Gavin - I am delighted and nothing else. (Nothing else the camera needs to see.) We are the wondershow, the champions, the kings and queens of this arena.

She only leaves my sight when I turn from her dead, scarlet corpse and smile at the ground.

tiger chautin 

{tiger flees}

[aya]

Cowboy Dan Johnwayne

and his dad was oh so mad
should've insured that planet
before it crashed

He just stared at Jem in disbelief as the other Career drove his spear through the girl's body. Right as Dan was about to bury his axe in her chest. He blinked once, then twice. "Un-fucking-believable," he said, too stunned with anger at the other boy's tactics to even process what had just happened. "Un-fucking-believable," he repeated. Dan was not talking to anyone but himself, though the words were directed at Jem. He snatched the boy's hand off of his face, the light breeze cooling his cheek where a new bloodied line had been drawn. His steely eyes locked on the District One's greens, screaming murder. Dan gritted his teeth but said nothing. After a tense moment, he released Jem's wrist from his vice grip, turned, and wordlessly climbed into the wagon behind Troutmouth.

After a long while, he finally spoke up. "I should've followed through." His voice was hollow — quite and decisive — and his thousand-yard-stare of wrought iron had fixed itself on the horizon — as if the cacti that dotted it had just told him that his little sister was dead. "Should've followed through and taken off her head and your arm with it."

He was blowing the whole thing out of proportion, to be sure — but having one kill after another ripped from his hands, well, that made for a particularly frustrating morning. Even if he still got to see the light leaving the rambling girl's eyes. But for Dan, it wasn't enough to watch them all suffer and die — he had to be the one to cause it.

{flees}

[pthalorarity]

[Jem Morgan]



I live my life inside a dream,
only waking when I sleep
If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all

Jem blinked, wide-eyed, back at Dan as he glowered so deeply into him that the boy from District One didn’t know a look so hateful existed. The cowboy’s grip pressed bruises into his wrist and his stomach churned in the brutal flashbacks of evenings with his trainer, Grey. That was where Jem Morgan’s true scars resided. Dan remained silent, and Jem was shocked speechless himself. He was aware there was a rivalry between the two of them, but they were still allies for the time being. It was becoming clear just how seriously Cowboy Dan took this game, and perhaps Jem’s playful strategy needed some adjusting if he were to keep his biggest threat on his side.

Feeling a bit deflated, Jem took Gavin’s offer to take a place beside him in the wagon. He hardly even smiled at the compliment from District Seven. He sat quietly as Dan stewed near the front of the career pack’s ride. Jem’s stomach flipped anew when the cowboy finally spoke, his voice cryptic and threatening. He wrung his bruised wrist and silently moved over to his rival. Sure, Dan was volatile and certainly deadly, but the two had shared enough moments and glances over the past couple of weeks that Jem had blindly been falling into his own trap. When you don’t know what real love is, it can be easy to fall prey to romanticism.

Still feeling too cautious for his usual approach, Jem merely sat beside him and looked into the distance with Dan for a moment. After releasing a deep breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding in, Jem swallowed and turned to the boy from District Two. “I’ll make sure you get the next one, okay?” He said, attempting to appease the killer beside him. His eyes lacked their usual intensity, and in it’s stead was something softer. The emerald irises exuded Jem himself couldn’t articulate, but it was something he’d often read about. “Pinky promise?” He gave Dan an uncertain, but friendly smile and extended his un-bruised hand with his pinky finger outstretched.

[Jem flees]