Band of Brothers {New Panem Patriots} Day 2

[Knuckles]

Chaske Parks

The pillars look amazing, and I can't take my eyes off them. Ever since I've seen them, all I've wanted to do was climb them. To show the world that I'm the best there is. Mason has been doing a lot of killing, but those are only damn mutts. He hasn't even killed a tribute yet. Wyatt has. He killed the male from five. Zeki. At the training center, I had a few runins with him. One of them was in the middle of the cafeteria. He wanted to sit with me instead of eating with everyone else, and for a while I allowed him, but he kept going. He kept pushing my buttons. He pissed me off, and then he offered me his food after I smashed the plate, and once he was gone I smashed his plaae against the table as well. I made sure nobody ever saw that food again. Is it wrong that I wish he was alive? That I wish the tributes who've already died were still alive? Would someone think that same thing about me? None of us desreve death. We're just children trying to live our lives, but the Capitol took it away from us. I want to scream and shout at them, but it won't do any good. I have to fight. I have to win the hunger games in order to voice how I truly feel about them, yet when I look around at these three guys along with me, I don't see how I could kill them. Mason's my bro. We've had our runins as well, but he's helped me, and I've helped him. I've had my fair share of attacks. I've done a lot of damage to people. I've made sure that none of my friends have died. Prism. We have a mutual understanding. Wyatt. What can I say about him? He's one that taunted my skills of the axe. He taunted me, but I would give my life for him. Maybe I'll have the chance to prove my loyalty to them. This place would be fun if it wasn't so cold. If the snow falling from the sky wasn't blocking my vision as the wind blew. The wind made things harder. Throwing the hatchets took more work. More percision. More everything, yet here we are. We've managed to kill the hellhound yesterday. We killed mutts today. Wyatt killed a tribute. In a way we're all murderers now, but that doesn't change anything. We're a band of brothers marching through the front lines of a war. My eyes scan the pillars as I look for one to climb. One to jump off of. One that I can climb and show the Capitol that they don't own me. That I'm better then them. That they are the stupid pawns in this mess. That's when something golden catches my eyes. "Guys! Look!" I shout as I turn my head finding the golden item again. "Right there!" I point my hand in that direction, and I'm running towards it as fast I can. I look up at the pillar. It's probably a good thirty feet high, but it's worth the risk. Hell, if I don't die how I want to, these tributes will devour me. They'll be the ones feasting on my body. I place a hand against the pillar wondering how the I'm supposed to climb this thing - it's a damn good thing I'm not afraid of heights. I toss my backpack on the ground and quickly remove the cleats from my bag. This is what they're for. Colgate wants me to die. He wants me to climb the fucking pillar. "Guys, I'm going to climb this. I want what's on top."

[Arrows]

*Prism Nixton*
District 3 Male Tribute of the 69th Hunger Games

   Prism's breath were growing louder and quicker with every agonizing step towards the pillar. The amount of pain that was being transmitted from his leg was unlike anything Prism had felt before. It literally caused him to gasp every single step he took. Not to mention he was now officially hobbling slowly behind his allies like a ridiculous cripple. He seemed so weak and he couldn't allow that. If they saw him as weak they would dispose of him quickly with no strings attached.

    Biting down on the inside of his cheeks Prism daringly increased the amount of weight he put on his pained leg in an attempt to catch up with his groupies. What made the struggle even worse was the fact that the snow wasn't letting up the slightest so Prism didn't even know if a threat was just around a nearby pile of snow. It was all making Prism more and more paranoid. He wasn't ready to die why was he even thinking about it? Had he gone of the deep end like several tributes in the past?

    Chaske's sudden shouts pulled Prism's gaze upward towards the 30 foot towering structure of ice that stood before them. By this point his entire body was racked with pain and his breathing was faltering harshly. His head spun in a million directions as he placed his hands on his eyes trying to shake away the dizziness.

    He could hear his allies shouting something about climbing the pillar but everything was so disorientating. Prism didn't even feel like he was inside the same plane of existence anymore. His heart beat hammered in his temples and pain continued to wash over him like never ending waves on the shores of an ocean.

    Prism's eyes snapped open again as he attempted to reach out to one of his allies. His hands briefly grappled at Mason's shoulder before Prism collapsed in a cringing pile on the freezing floor. PULL IT TOGETHER! Prism cursed at himself as he fumbled around his pants. Slowly, he pulled the pant leg up to see his leg very swollen and puss already oozing from the wound.

    "That's fucking disgusting." Prism stated barely loud enough as he slowly revealed his anti venom. Without hesitation he plunged it into the infected leg and winced slightly at its pinching pain. Prism let out a loud moan of discomfort as he forced himself to sit up and pull the pant leg back down so his leg didn't freeze off from the chill. That was when the continuously beeping of an incoming parachute lured his gaze as it landed beside him.

    Prism prayed for a medicine kit as he disfunctionally opened the package. Prism grunted in utter annoyance as he revealed a climbing rope. His eyes rolled as he chucked the rope at Chaske. "Here I don't need that fucking crap right now. If you want to climb the pillar go ahead and use it. Just make sure to give it back, it might be useful later."

Prism Nixton uses his general antivenom on his infected leg to cure the infection

[Cato]

mason hammerfell

I followed along behind Chazz. Not sure exactly where he's going, but he was moving somewhere. Probably away from the mutts. After all one did resurrect from the dead. My eyes look around for Prism and Wyatt, and I hope they followed, but when my eyes land on Prism, I notice that he's limping. What a weakling. Can't even handle a tiny scratch. Then Chazz is yelling something about spotting something on top of one of the pillars, and he's running towards them. At first the notion of climbing one is silly. Anything could be on top of those things. A mutt could be hiding in the chest. Or something that wouldn't really help us. Point is Chazz is risking a lot just for something that might not work out.

As for Prism? He's always getting these cuts and bruises on him. Illegal career my ass. He doesn't have the strength to keep himself out of harms way while also dealing damage. I don't know what I'll do with him if he continues to be a burden on the rest of us. The only reason I don't outright kill him now is it helps having an extra body. Prism knows his stuff when he's focused. Thing is its hard to know just when he'll be focused. Then there's Wyatt. Most deserving of the ten he received in training. Chazz can hold his own. We might be a band of crazy people, but when we're focused? It's very hard to even damage us. I'm proud of what we've accomplished so far. I'm sure some people raised an eyebrow when I didn't go with any other careers. I hope what I'm doing right now has erased the doubts of my decision.

I don't want to climb the pillar Chazz pointed out. I don't want to help him either. Wyatt will probably give him the ice pick to help climb. Chazz even got some kind of special shoes that I can only guess is to help make climbing easier. If he wants to risk death let him. I'm not going to get myself killed over this. I sit down with my back turned away from the rest of them. Tears finally trickle down my cheeks. I wasn't there to save Hedvig. I know it means one less person to worry about. Still I feel like there would have been something I could do to help save her. I don't know when she died. Maybe during the night. The bloodbath. I wish I had the chance to help her.

[ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ]

It was finally over and we were well on our way to—I wasn’t sure where. But I kept following Chaske and Mason with Prism in the back. We were still in the same area—pillars surrounded us—but things became more interesting when Chaske shouted about something up top. That crazy idiot. I had to stretch my head back to see what the hell it was he was talking about, and then I stared at him incredulously when he said he was going to climb it. That was a lot he was going to risk by climbing that. I held out my ice pick at him, nodding at it. “You might as well borrow this. Probably its original use or something.” I didn’t like being weaponless, but I also didn’t want to see Chaske smashed to bits in front of our feet. I turned around to see Prism throw some rope at Chaske while sitting on the ground. He looked like he was in pain—it was the first time since we started walking that he had lagged behind—and it looked like he had just used a syringe. Drugs? My mind went back to all the items he had on him before thinking about the antivenom that he had received the previous day. I walked back to Prism and held out a hand, figuring he could do with one at the moment. I didn’t even know what was wrong, but I wasn’t going to leave Prism there. Even if one day we would have to go our separate ways, he still had some use to the alliance no matter what Mason said. Speaking of which, I looked at Mason to see him sitting with his back to all of us. What is up with all of them? I wasn’t going to comfort Mason; the last thing I wanted was for him to snap me in half. I didn’t even care to comfort the others, but damn was this a mental exercise. I leaned against the pillar and watched Chaske as he made his way up. Good luck, you bastard. I then gave Prism a half-grin before turning back to Mason and shouting, “Hey, what’s up with Mr. Down-in-the-Dumps there?” I knew Mason could have killed me easily, but I was willing to have a good time before he decided to eliminate me. The strange thing was I was certain that it was Prism who would have been sitting and staring in the distance, not Mr. I-Got-An-Eleven. I shrugged, chewing my lip as I wished for a fork or spoon to play with. Before anyone could respond though, I heard the soft ping that meant what it had always meant for the past two days—some people in the Capitol really loved my allies. But this capsule wasn’t for them; this time, the sponsorship capsule fell in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at it, certain that it had made a mistake before I opened it and found…an empty water jug. Wow, thanks guys. Couldn’t have sent a full one, could ya? I didn’t let myself show any disappointment—that wouldn’t make the Capitolites happy. “Guess someone in the Capitol likes me too,” I muttered as I placed the jug into my backpack.

[Wyatt receives an empty water jug from sponsorship]

[Knuckles]

Chaske Parks

First came Prism. He was limping like no other. Like something was wrong with him. What a wimp. He couldn't even handle a tiny scratch from the mutts. But I wouldn't dare say that to him because when it comes to fighting he does decently. He doesn't hold us back, and he's definitely doing his fair share. He's fighting. He's doing what he can, but as soon as he reaches the pillar I'm standing at he collapses. He's moaning in pain. Fire boils throughout my veins as I move around trying to figure out what is wrong with him. It was just a scratch. No biggie, but whenever he pulls his pant leg up, I can see the puss, and the infection. My eyes widen as I stare at it. What happened? What was on the hook the mutt had? Does my head look as bad as his leg? The pain isn't bad. It stings when I try to touch it, but it looks nothing like what's on his leg, and I couldn't help but agree whenever he said it was disgusting. I watched as he removed his antivenom from his bag, and I wanted to help the motherfucker, but he injected himself with it. Hopefully it would ease the pain. And then, at the very moment, a parachute landed beside him. My eye glared at it as he opened it revealing some kind of rope which obviously pissed Prism off. He shouted at me and threw it at me, but the hopes of climbing this thing grew larger and larger with every passing second. Mason moves away walking over to some pillar, but I don't dare follow him. He probably wants to be alone. Away from everyone. Maybe he's plotting to kill us. Betrayal. I'll shatter his skull if he even dares. Then there's Wyatt. He handed me the ice pick, and I knew I was set. I knew this was it. I was going to climb this pillar. Sitting down on the ground for only a moment, I shoved the spiked shoes on over top the boots the gamemakers gave us at the beginning. My heart pranced inside my chest as butterflies danced inside my stomach. Adrenaline surges throughout my body as I strap my backpack tightly against my back, and I took the rope. I took one end and wrapped it around the ice pillar, and I took that same end and pushed it through the loops of my bag that was gently pressed against my shoulders. I tied a square knot in the ends of the rope like I saw shown in the training center. I took the ice pick in my hands and hammered it inside the pillar hoping nothing broke. Sliding the rope up the ice pillar, I remove the ice pick and slam it in again higher up, then I move my feet digging the spikes of the shoes into the ice. I slide the rope up again, and I remove the ice pick from the ice, and I slam it in again. Little by little I make my way up this pillar. The snow lands on my face, and in my hair as I'm moving. The wind slaps across my face making it hurt. My lungs burn. It's like the entire world is raining fire and I'm inhaling every single bit of it. One foot after the other, I'm edging my way up this giant pillar. Sliding the rope. Removing the ice pick. Slamming the ice pick into the ice. Then step. Sliding the rope. Removing the ice pick. Slamming it into the ice. Then step. Over and over. I lean back looking around taking in the amazing view this pillar is offer. If the snow wasn't falling so hard, and the wind wasn't blowing, I could see forever. I probably could see the rest of the arena, and everything that's prepared for me. I could probably see the locations of the other tributes, but since the visibility is low, I may never know where anyone is. Not that it matters. They'll all die anyway. The golden object grows larger and larger as I get closer and closer, yet at the same time it seems so far away. So fucking out of reach, and I want to stop. I want to slide down the pillar and say it because it's not worth the risk I took, but something isnide me keeps me going. Slide. Remove. Slam. Step. Slide. Remove. Slam. Step. Over and over, and I'm almost in grasp of it. I can almost reach it. Just a little farther. My insides bloom with excitement as the rush of the wind nearly knocks me off the pillar - if it wasn't for the rope, I would've fell. I tighten my grip on the ice pick again, and I start moving myself closer and closer. Inch by inch. Step by step. And it's finally in my grasp. A golden chest resting on top of the ice pillar. "I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!" I shout at the top of my lungs. My breaths crystallize before my eyes with every word. The wind is cold, and I'm not sure what to do now. I don't have nothing to do. Nothing to say. Who's the coward now? Who's the one that's going to fucking die? Not me. That's for sure. I carefully place the chest inside my backpack. I'm not ready to open it yet because something could be inside. Something bad. Something that could kill me. Something that nobody would want to see. And I slide down the pillar using the rope keeping myself secured to it. Making sure I'm done moving. Going down was easier than going up. It doesn't take as long, and there isn't much strength needed in falling. The muscles in my arms shake, and my lungs burn. They hurt. Every single breath takes another second of my life away, and I don't want to go on. I can't move, but I just climbed the fucking ice pillar. I made it to the top. I celebrated for only a moment, and now that my feet are on the ground, I take in my surroundings. I look over at Prism still seated on the ground. Wyatt standing next to him, and Mason still by himself. I untie myself from the rope, and I roll it back up like it was. The same way he threw it at me. The same way Prism handed it to me - it's only polite. Who the fuck needs to be polite in a frozen hell where everyone is going to die anyway? Who cares? I might not, but I have to show it. I have to. Prism is in need. I sit down beside him before removing the golden chest from my backpack. I drop the rope in his lap without saying anything because right now the chest is more important. "Might want to be prepared." I nod my head as I hand the ice pick back to Wyatt. With a hatchet in hand, I slip the lid of the golden chest open half afraid something would jump out. I'm prepared to attack, but nothing moves, and I can't help but laugh as my eyes rest on the contents inside. Two fish. Two raw fish, and a full water jug. "Yo, Prism, here have a fish man." I remove the other fish from the golden chest, and I toss it inside my backpack, and I do the same with the full water jug. Ting. Ting. Ting. A parachute lands beside me, and for once I'm not sure what to do with it, but I open it up, and inside is a medical kit. I slide the kit open, and inside is a needle and thread along with some bandages. I take the needle and thread out looking at it. My eyes shifting from Mason, to Wyatt, to Prism, then back to the the needle and thread. Prism needs this more than I do. "Here allow me." My voice quiet as I grit my teeth pressing the needle and thread into his infected leg sewing up the cut he received. I try to block out the cries of pain, but it's over as soon as it started. I toss the needle and thread back into the medical kit and throw them back inside my bag then remove the spiked shoes from my feet and place them back inside my bag as well. "I guess that climb was worth it." I'm back on my feet quickly, and I'm moving away from them heading over towards Mason with a bundle of edible plants in my hands. He's deserving of something. Something useful. Something he won't ever be able to repay me back for. "Here ya go Mason." I say as I lay the bundle of edible plants beside him. "Have some food. You can eat it now or later. I don't care, but it's your's." He might not want my help, but for all I care he's my bro. They all are my bros, and I must do whatever I can to help them. Chaske receives med kit from sponsorship Chaske uses N/T on Prism for -5 Chaske climbed the ice pillar and claimed the raw fish x2 and full water jug Chaske gives 1 raw fish to Prism Chaske gives 1 bundle of Edible plants to Mason Chaske returns the ice pick to Wyatt Chaske returns the climbing rope to Prism

[Arrows]

[Cato]

mason hammerfell

Chazz's voice breaks the silence, and plants fall on my lap. My eyes turn to him. What is his problem? Can't he see I want to be left alone? Something inside me snaps. I don't care if he's an ally or not, he's crossed the line along with Prism, but he's closest. He's the one that's standing here, and now he's walking away. Rage flows through my veins. Spot dance before my eyes, and I'm on my feet moving just like I did in the private training. The trainer wasn't expecting me, and Chazz sure as hell won't expect me. I'm quiet. Holding my breath. Every step timed so he doesn't look behind him. He'll pay. He'll pay for this!

My left hand reaches out and quickly latches on to his left wrist. Before he can do anything about it, my right hand grabs his right arm, and I'm pulling it across making the number four. I push all my force on his arm, and I push him towards the ground tightening my grip. I do all that I can do, and I long to hear the snap. To hear the same sound the trainer's arm made whenever I snapped it in half, and for a moment it's silent, and I'm grunting using all my strength, and he starts screaming. Yelling. Shouting. He's begging. "What the fuck Mason? I was just trying to help you." His voice rings through my ears. It's loud, and I love it. The sound of him crying in pain makes my day. It makes this entirely worth it. "I'm sorry about Hedvig!" He shouts as a last ditch effort.

Hedvig.

Her name. My friend. Every ounce of strength flows away from my body. He has no idea what it's like. I haven't seen his district partner's face in the sky. I haven't seen anything, and now he thinks he's sorry. He thinks he's on top of the world because he climbed the stupid pillar. I'll kill him. I will kill him. Not here no. Not now. Wyatt and Prism wouldn't allow it. I don't know how close of friends he's made with the two, but they're honorable in their own right. They won't let something like this fly. "Just stay out of my way Chazz. You have no right to mention Hedvig. You didn't know her. Any of you. Don't know what its like losing a friend you've known for ages. And Prism? What I do is my business. If I want to mourn alone then let me." I release my grip on Chazz. He may hate me. Frankly though I don't give a damn. If we all just leave each other alone and only work together against our enemies that's all that'll matter. I walk off in the opposite direction. He won't attack me. They still need me to do the heavy work. I sit next to the same pillar as before. Contemplating my next move.


OOC Notes:
Rolling for broken arm. For development only. No attacks will come from this. Alliance is not breaking apart.

-Broken arm roll on Chaske Parks (permission given by ems)-
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Results: Failed

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