to the nines // charlotte vs siren

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First came the monsoon.

Erebus Turner, district five. Dead, because of her, and it didn't hurt anymore than the slice on her cheek to see him into the sky underneath her one eye patch and bandanna. Erebus was no more past the skyline and Charlotte wasn't glad, but she wasn't distressed or disappointed. The sand grew accustomed to her shape on the ground with a lingering eye more focused on wrapping up her bad leg - thigh, more like - than the pleading still in the boy's eyes. Seeing his skin against the stars was a monsoon of nothing, it was easy seeing him dead (they were all getting there eventually, why fight it anymore) it was simple.

He was dead.

The second face, Sonja, came less as a surprise than the boy she saw dead with her one eye. District 6's other hadn't even crawled out of the bloodbath; she, however, managed to get to at least day six, which was definitely a shock to Charlotte considering she didn't even make it past training without an injury. None the less, she couldn't say she was pained at her death, face filled with a perpetual confusion in the sky just like she could still pinpoint back to before the arena.

And then Owen.

Owen. Of course, for a second Charlotte believed he would crawl back to her and they'd manage to get through Aelia's death like they got through Darius's. She believed every second that he would be capable of fucking something for once, that he wouldn't just let her down all over again. And anger twitched in her wrists at the thought of his death, at the thought of not being there to get him out of whatever the fuck he got himself into. She would never learn Aelia's last words, and she'd never hear Owen's last breath and she wasn't grateful for the idea.

She wasn't grateful for the heat flashing over her as the sound of her china plate shattered against the wall and ricocheted through the silence like the scorpion's latch against her leg two days before.

[attacks siren]
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[2131 -- Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage]knife

[Kire]

siren baitwell

Age 10
Their parents had shown them that the Games were fun to watch, that it was a Game and they were always allowed to guess at the winner. Rarely did they ever get close, and even then they only managed to guess the second or third place person. Except that year, for the 60th Hunger Games, when she had picked Julian Bryze from the bunch and said he would win. When he did Ray could only gape as his pick, Avon Lightwood, had only made it to fourth place. Once again, she had triumphed over her brother. She could get used to this. He may be older, but she was finally showing that she was better.

She planned to do the same today. There were only four of them left and she refused to fumble this close to the finish line. She would live another day, especially if Charlotte Brownings was the only thing standing between her and the finale.

Siren had been born and raised with water and salt, but today she would rise with fire and smoke. Smearing tar on her throwing knives, she lit them and felt the heat of the blaze against her skin. The girl would try to stop her- let her. Today would be no fun if her opponent didn't put up at least a little fight.

Siren attacks Charlotte
MUQeZQCi200+9000
[Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage]

[Uses tar to light knives]

1-50
[4.0]

throwing knives�1-50�1-50

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What feels like a year of torture all comes to a peak with a single realisation:

I was not going to make it out of this battle alive.

The fucking thought makes my heart race even moreso than the sight of flaming knives being pelted at me without array. Days of fighting have all been in vain, for I would not walk out of this ghost town alive. Perhaps my very soul would be embodied into the musty air I have spent the past three days breathing. Not that it mattered, really – nobody remembers the dead.

Owen and Aelia are recurrent thoughts. I would not forget them so easily, like the rest of the world would have inevitably already have done. Someone had to keep them alive. They say that you die twice – once, when you take your final breath. Twice, when someone utters your name for the very last time.

‘Owen. Aelia.’ Faint whispers that sound too gentle to have come from me, and yet the names leave a tingle upon my lips that is unmistakeably calming.

They would not die yet.

Not a minute passes where I do not think of their belittlement within the arena, degraded into nothing but sombre faces in a starry sky.

I wonder how they are.

White anger boils inside of me, coursing through my blood to leave my skin prickling – a sensation that mimicks the feeling of the fire kissing exposed flesh, delivering a promise of Death. Siren’s cruel gaze is frenzied, her desperation to return home painted into the creased lines of her forehead with the blood of the dead. The thought of Owen’s blood encrusted underneath her slimy fingernails terrifies me more than the verity that I too had the liquid life of another smudged across my face.

She was a killer, and I was going to die.

The knife in my hand feels heavy, weighed down by a poignant friend that has followed me ever since my death sentence. Questions swirl in my head, refusing to be silenced, pushing their way to the foreground of a mind already consumed by darkness and grief. What chance did I have? Why was I still alive? Would anybody care if I disappeared right now? How on Earth did Siren impress the Capitolites enough to be sponsored so much shit? They were queries that did not require answers, questions I would not be granted the luxury of knowing. The only thing I knew for certain was that I would not live to see Day 8 – that was a truth encapsulated and accepted. But it did not mean Charlotte Browning would stop fighting. I hoist the knife into the air, watching the blade gleam in the golden sunlight.

I smile.

‘You’re a fucking bitch.’

If only I had more plates.

[attacks siren the mermaid]
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miss and this is the last time /this/ happens


{is it too late to try out 1st person??}
{yes?}
{oops}

knife

[Kire]

siren baitwell

Age 13
She smiled as she looked at the trident, inspecting how the prongs had dug into the flesh of the dummy. It must have gone at least three inches in, potentially lethal. If she could refine her technique, grow stronger, and put more weight behind the blow, she might be able to truly drive the weapon deep into a person. Ray could do it, but Ray was fifteen, and he was stronger - one day she would catch up to him. Reef never even tried, so he was no competition. She wanted to be the best. She knew she could be the best.

The memory made a smile flash across her lips. She knew then and she now that she was fully capable of wearing that crown and living beyond the Arena's boundaries. The girl from One tried to take another stab at her and failed horribly, missing her completely. Siren would have laughed if it wasn't such a pathetic excuse for an attack. Still Charlotte smiled, "You're a fucking bitch."

Siren looked the girl up and down. She didn't have the look of a Victor, she looked like a corpse. This girl was just another step towards home, towards Colgate.

"And?" she scoffed, raising another knife and sending it hurtling towards the girl. Do you see me, Colgate? I'm almost there.

Siren attacks Charlotte
AcSe8SQk200+9000
[Deep Gash on Bicep -- 8.0 damage]

Fire
1-50
[2.0]

200+9000�1-50

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"And?"

And she would die, Charlotte.

They would both die, regardless of who breathed onto the boundaries of day eight filled with adrenaline and an ego's venom. Charlotte knew the two who were left (Potato and Leon, and how she longed to forget both of their names - to let them die from her tongue). and she knew they were both more apt than the ghost town's population. One of the four would walk back home and one of the few things that still reassured her was that it would not be herself, and it would not be Siren Baitwell.

And?

And she would die, Siren.

And the thought scratched a chuckle through her throat before another knife slid through the skin of her arm, fire hugging her like Aelia had Leon five days ago. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but in a strange way it didn't. Because it was her release, in the knives that Owen held the last time she saw him, in the fire decorating the tips, in the girl in front of her. Just in the same way, it hurt in a strange way; blood tasting against her skin and all she could was watch. It pang through her arm and through to her torso and through to her veins, but it was just like all the cuts she drew to love throughout the week. It was just average, if anything another tattoo to add to her collection.

The cut was like its crafter, average. And it was a phenomenon that a tear into her skin deep enough to piece it apart to bone was becoming average, and in the same sense it was a phenomenon that a career like Siren Baitwell was becoming average as the days lingered on. It was the final four and three were careers and none of the three were anything special.

And.

And they would die, both of them.

With knives in hand and blood in their lungs, the two of them would never step out the arena with the aspect of a life ahead of them.

And the thought of Siren killing her made her bite her lip while the opposite made her chuckle.

[attacks siren]
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[2167 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage]

knife

[Kire]

siren baitwell

Age 15
She panicked, searching desperately for any sign of Reef. Her skittish brother had gone missing and she didn't know how. While he normally gave some sign - intentional or not - of his leaving, this time he had vanished. She looked around, shook Ray until he confessed he didn't know, and finally went to go ask her mother. When she learned that Reef was with their father on his boat she nearly collapsed with relief. She knew he had always been drawn to boats but it was the first time he had completely skipped training, to go on one. That was fine with her, though. She would rather he be somewhere that gave him comfort. Let him find his place.

Her place was not here. She had to leave, to put this whole damn thing behind her and go home. Her place was with her brothers, with her parents, with Colgate. She could not die in a place like this. The girl in front of her, her stepping stone to cross this river of blood, looked like she wasn't going to quit. That was okay, she understood the need to keep fighting. It was what drove her to throw knife after knife, to keep her eyes narrowed and focused on the movements of the only person before her.

There was no looking at the other girl's face anymore, no listening to anything she said - if she said anything. It didn't matter anymore, she was past caring about it. She just had to kill and get out.

Kill and get out.

Siren attacks Charlotte
GzhF0JUfthrowing knife
Knife in Chest -- 7.0 damage

1-50
Extinguished

throwing knife�1-50

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filler, bc you literally gave me 120 words that didn't even relate to the fight


[attacks siren]
L3U339HOknife
[2180 -- Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

knife

[Kire]

Age 16

She cried as they took him away, her little brother looking pale but somehow stoic as the Peacekeepers practically lifted him off of his feet as they dragged him along. Why had he done something so stupid, there was no way he could have killed anyone, let alone a peacekeeper. He still shied away from watching the Games, still did his best to avoid training. How could this have happened? Something was wrong, very wrong, and all she was able to do was cry. Damn Reef for his stupidity. Damn Ray for his lack of attention. Damn herself for not realizing something was not right.

Siren attacks Charlotte
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Miss -- 0.0 damage

1-50
Minor Burn +2

Accuracy reroll
throwing knife
Knife in Cheek -- 7.0 damage

I will add more to these posts in a bit, I just wanted to get them up while I have a chance.throwing knife�1-50�throwing knife

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filler #2.

[attacks siren]
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[2129 -- Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damage]

knife

[Kire]

Age 16
She held her brothers tight, trying to fight back the tears as they clung desperately to each other. How was she going to leave them, how could she, when they could barely take care of themselves while she was training. With her gone surely something terrible would happen. But soon enough there would be two peacekeepers at her door, dragging her one way and her brothers the other. It wasn't the loss of her parents or her home that hurt the most. Even the loss of her ocean stung less than watching her brothers grow smaller as they guided her down the hallway and towards her impending doom.

Siren attacks Charlotte
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Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage

[Siren uses First Aid on Self for -3]
[Siren uses 5ft Bandages on Self for -1]
[Siren receives Needle and Thread from sponsorship]
[Siren receives Bubble solution and Letter from sponsorship]
[Siren uses Needle and Thread on Self for -5]
[Siren swaps her inventory around (see Maint)]
[Siren salutes Charlotte and leaves the body]axe