Give me more, more, more {npp vs p/m/g day 3}

[Knuckles]

Chaske Parks
If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late?

[presto][/presto]

It hurts. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every step. Yet I stand here in the snowstorm allowing myself to scan the area. Climbing the ice pillar was a huge success, and honestly I have no idea how I made it. Standing on top, retrieving the golden chest, opening it to see what was in side was one of the most exhilarating things in the world. From the time I've stepped foot into the arena, this the first thing I've done to show the world that I am me. That I am Chaske Parks, and that the Capitol doesn't own me. This alliance doesn't own me. Nobody will ever own me. Mason, my bro, turned against me. All I fucking tried to do was help him. I hate him. Hate everything about him, and I'll bash his skull in. In a slow motion, I run my hand along side my arm. He almost broke it - had he broke it, Mason Hammerfell would be dead right now. He wouldn't be alive walking around. His face would shine high in the sky for the fucking anthem. I'm coming for you Mason. I'm coming for you. Why is it so cold? Why did he turn on me? What did I do wrong? Is it wrong to offer someone food? I'll never offer him anything else ever again. Tonight when everyone is sleeping, I'm going away. Sliding away from the motherfuckers because none of them deserve my presence. None of them deserve the honor of standing next to me because they're all stupid. We'll kill him in due time. Prism almost died, though. His leg was ugly and huge, but for the time being he's alive. He's doing well, and he's surviving. That's what this takes. Surviving until the end of the games. Living because you want to live not because you have to. Killing others because you want to live. Nobody wants to kill anyone, not even this brute of a man from district two. He's always trying to show me up. To show me that he's better than me, but he doesn't understand. It's not just me. Voices live inside my brain. They talk to me. They control me. And for once, I control them. You don't own me, Chaske. You'll never own me. Nobody understands the constant war raging on inside my body as my soul argues with itself fighting over who controls my life. Over who controls my life, and right now I can't do anything other than listen and try to maintain control of myself, but one wants to dance. He wants to feast on every fucking thing in our path. The blood that runs through my veins run through his. The blood caked against my face from the cut burns through my eyes soaking into my body before diving deep into my soul. His tongue slides through it, licking it, eating it, doing whatever he can. Yet I'm in charge. I'm the one that stays focused on the fight. I swing at people. I attack people because I'm the one standing here in the hunger games. I'm the one walking through the frozen hell because the gamemakers chose to make us suffer this way. One day they'll understand. They'll see that they can't tear my soul further than it's already gone. Nobody can. My eyes turn to Mason. HE TRIED TO BREAK MY ARM! I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. My hands shake rapidly at my side. Pain. It's not a physical pain that I can throw a bandage on, it's a pain that cuts much deeper than any weapon could slice. My heart shattered into millions of shards like a mirror falling off the wall smashing against the ground. Tiny pieces flew in every direction, and the wound is beyond repair. Mason Hammerfell will never get away with what he's done. I will kill him, and that's a promise. The fool asked for it, and now I'm coming at him with full force. A sleeping beast has been woke, and now the predator is prepared to feast on it's prey. But now isn't the time. It's not the time. I follow behind them. Mason. Prism. Wyatt. Those three are my bros. We're a band of brothers. We stick together when we're fighting, and other than that it's nothing. Mason can fight. Prism has held his own, but he's a wimp. A fucking scratch sent him end over end, but he almost died. Prism almost died. Mason was a bro. I looked to him like bro. I trusted him. I fucking trusted him, and look what he did, and now he has to die. HE WILL DIE IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO. My head drops towards the ground as I follow behind them. I'm behind far behind; if I wanted to, I could run away at any split second, yet something draws me towards them. Towards Mason. Forget him. I've heard two cannons boom throughout the arena today. Two more souls gone from the world forever. Sixteen left alive. Sixteen souls wondering through the frozen hell. Four of us gather around right here. Twelve are out there somewhere, and no matter what happens, I'll kill them. Every last one of them. Could I kill Mason? Yes, I could destroy him right now if I wanted to, but I don't. Something stops me. Prism or Wyatt? I don't want to, but it's not a matter of wanting to. I want to survive. I want to live, and that means they must die. All three of them, but for now can't think about it. I can't focus on life knowing that they're only standing in my way of victory. A band of brothers never betrays one another. Yet Mason betrayed me. (Killing them for survival wouldn't be betrayal would it?) The anthem blares through the arena, and for once I don't care who died, but for them - not because I want to, but because I respect them - I watch as their faces fly by one by one. Daphne Riot of District Four Bree Fawn of District Ten The first one surprised me. Daphne. A career. That leaves four careers left? And one of them is here beside me. Mason Hammerfell. He's definitely one hell of a man. He's a fighter, and for that I honor him. I respect him, but I won't lay my life down for him. The last face belonged to a young girl. She couldn't have been no more than twelve. For a split second my heart broke, but I threw the emotion away. A smile laced with malice slid across my face. Two more down. Two more dead tributes. I should be sad, but I can't. I don't fucking care. She's one less tribute to kill. One less person standing in my way. One less person. Leaving sixteen alive. Only fifteen more standing in my way of total victory. That night we rest, and I close my eyes gripping onto the hatchets as tight as I possibly can. I'm prepared to fight, and part of me feels like Mason will sneak up on me and try to kill me, yet that won't happen. It can't happen because right now I'm valuable to him. He needs me in order to make the kill shots - without me he wouldn't be standing here alive right now. He wouldn't have the kills of the mutts, and he sure as hell wouldn't have his food. Kill him. Now's the time! Prism and Mason whisper in hushed voices, and I slow my breathing down pretending to be asleep as I try to take in everything they say. Both lost their district partners, and that's what they're talking about. And then the most surprising thing of all happens. Mason Apologizes for attacking me. I inhale slowly fighting to keep still because that is a lie! If he was sorry, he would say it to my face. He would tell me. Mason is a coward. A stupid coward, and tonight is the night. Tonight he will die. Tomorrow night his face will shine above the sky. Finally their voices grow quiet, and I turn around to face them. All three of them are asleep. All three of them snoozing restlessly underneath the sky. I tighten my grip on one of the throwing hatchets. Right now. While he's sleeping. Kill him, Chaske, kill him! I'm moving towards him my eyes fixed on his head. My eyes shift between the blade of the hatchet and his skull. All I have to do is bash this thing against his head. Bash the blade deep into his brain and he'll be dead. I'll be the one ruling the world. My kingdom will stand. The walls raise higher and higher every single day, and this will make it so nobody can infiltrate. Kill him! Kneeling down beside him, I raise the hatchet high into the sky. "On the count of three." I whisper silently to myself. "One Two Three." The hatchet slowly moves towards his head, and I'm about to kill him, but at the last possible second I stop. Tears spring from my eyes. He's my bro. He doesn't deserve to die this way. None of us deserve to die, and here I am trying to kill my bro. I want him to die, but not like this. Not in his sleep. It would only make me a coward. A coward that's all I am. Inhaling sharply, I turn away from him, and I'm on my feet again moving away from him. My hands shake as I clip the hatchet with the other nine of them. And I'm far away. My knees drawn in towards my chest, my head resting on my knees I spend the night sobbing. What happened? What have I become? And I wait until a new day. I wait for them to stir. "Come on let's move." My voice shows the pain lurking inside my body. My eyes burn from no sleep. I don't wait for them to answer, I just move ahead watching where I go as I wonder who I can fucking kill today. Who will die? Who's face will appear in the sky tonight? We're moving again. (Isn't that all this is? Moving again and again?) Moving away from the pillars into a giant forest. A fucking huge forest full of trees I've never seen before in my entire life. Leaves coated with a solid white from the snow. My eyes widen as I look at them - it's like I'm a child that's been given the best birthday present in the world. Play. Can we play? I shake my head as I keep walking around terrified of touching any branch. Terrified they might fall on me if I'm not careful. Back home there's trees, yes, but there's not this many. It's an over abundance of factories. Sewing factories. Shampoo factories. Soap factories. Every factory someone can think of pollutes the air every single day. I've lived there. Breathed in the smoke filling the sky. If that won't kill me, a little cold air won't either. A branch cracks in the distance, and once more I know we aren't alone. We're never alone. The Capitol knows all. I know all.

Chaske attacks {Gaia} | throwing hatchet
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[result:10106 -- Bruised Back -- 2.5 damage ]

throwing axe

[Arrows]

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The day was winding down again as I looked through the never ending shower of snow. The sun wasn't nearly as bright as it was before and I swore I could see at least one star peaking out through the blankets of grey and white that in-wrapped it. To be quite honest I couldn't be more satisfied with the fact that this day was drawing to a close. It had been more eventful than I preferred to deal with. Sad thing is that it wasn't even the mutts that my alliance and I had to fight that made it bad. In all truth I was actually quite happy with the way the mutt fight had gone. I had fought well, my allies had fought well, and not to mention I had yet again shown off my skills when I managed to officially kill one of the riving creatures. The thing that had origionally began turning the productive day of surviving was when Prism's leg had grown infected. That was a sight I never wish to see again in my life-time. The amount of puss and blood that ran out of his wound during its treatment was enough to repulse just about any single sane person watching. That is if that moment was even on screens, most likely it wasn't if I were to guess. However, even that was only the tip of the ice berg. What really turned the day into utter chaos was when the one and only Mason Hammerfell lost his sanity. Through the snow both Prism and I witnessed Mason lash out at Chaske and nearly breaking his arm. Ever since that moment the tensions have been so strong I could easily cut them with a butter knife. Even now as I watch the lights flicker and shimmer elegantly above me I can feel the tension. It feels as though someone has poured a thick hot bucket of mud all over the air. No one can say or even move without possibly inciting another incident. I hated it, how immature this whole thing was. I know I need Mason and Chaske both as allies to make it out of this alive but I can't get over the fact of how utterly uncontrollable Mason's emotions were. That would be a note I would keep in the side of my mind for the rest of these games. Prism's voice snatched my attention for a brief moment as he announces the anthem. I allow my eyes to gaze upward through the snowfall once again to see two distorted faces within the never ending mirage of colors that was the sky. I shrug off the entire anthem with a sigh as I settle down for the evening. Those two faces mean nothing more to me other than the fact that they are two more tributes closer to home. Back to district seven, out of the cold and back to the warmth. Before I can even reconcile what's happened I am awoken by Chaske mumbling something about it being time to leave. I sigh as I push myself up and onto my numb feet. Today just as the day before they would continue to traverse the tundra in search of other tributes and a faster path to victory. I lead our small pack alongside Prism as we approach a large evergreen tree forest. My heart's pace begins to pick up a little at the sight of trees. Finally I will partially be within my true element. Now I can show my true full power. With the trees surrounding me I am sure I can take on the challenges of this new day. Prism whistles to the others as a sign to group up and we all do. Our weapons are drawn as we march silently through the forest's canopy. The only sound is that of our boots crunching on the freshly fallen powder from the sky. I am so interested in the beauty of the trees that dance around me that I barely notice Prism's hand shoot up. Instantly we all are frozen, dead silent, I am holding my weapon even tighter now prepared to strike again. Surely enough a group of tributes appear slightly before us and Prism gives us all a small nod. I return the gesture and then take of running beside them. My allies. Just as a pack of wolves we descend on our victims. I leave no chances as I bring my axe down with all the force of the forest and my strength with it.

Wyatt attacks Mystic with his pick axe
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Results:Severed Right Arm at Shoulder -- 10.0 damageaxe

[Cato]

mason hammerfell

The events of earlier today still playing throughout my mind. How the alliance took down the mutts. Chaske climbing the pillars. I'm still a bit surprised at my outburst at him. Never meant for it to go that far. He wanted to help. Gave me some food even though he correctly guessed that I needed to be alone. The close knit bond the alliance had is shattered. Chaske will never trust me again. Prism and Wyatt will be on guard as well. Wouldn't be surprised if they leave me in my sleep. I sit upright as the anthem blares once again. Daphne from four died as well as Bree from ten. They are dead just as I saw my friend Hedvig's face last night. All I see now are the faces of Hedvig and my brother Orion up there in the sky.

I'm certain Wyatt and Chaske are sleeping. I move towards Prism. He's the only one here right now that can understand my pain. "Hey, just listen for a second. I know you may think I am some giant ass for lashing out at Chaske, but I didn't really intend to. I mean I did, but I never fully meant to hurt him. I am just trying to figure some things out. Which is why I came to talk to you. You also lost your district partner and I am just wondering how you feel about her being gone? Like how are you handling it?" I don't know why I'm opening up to Prism. Maybe I needed to vent a bit. Get some of the steam from earlier out of the way before tomorrow. However much my allies might hate my guts we'll need each other for tomorrow. No matter what comes, I will be ready. Will my allies back me up? Only time will tell. Prism responds back and I listen with silence. Even if I felt a little wary approaching Prism his words have helped me understand what its like losing a friend. He lost his girlfriend. "I see. Thanks Prism." With that I drift off to an uneasy sleep.

Chaske's voice wakens me. Alerting everyone to move out. I look around to see everyone still here. They didn't leave me yet, but still plenty of time for that. I gather up my supplies as does everyone else. Prism and Wyatt ahead of Chaske and I. Awkward silence fills the air. No one talking about last night. Once was a close knit group now broken perhaps beyond repair. I should apologize to Chaske only I know how he'll respond. I hear noises. Someone or something is close by. Everyone readying their weapons. I pull out the jar of tar from my bag and smear it across a few of my axes. With a wicked grin, I light an axe on fire and move towards the noise.

-Mason attacks Gaia Cross-
-lights 4 throwing axes on fire with jar of tar using firemaking station-

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10123 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4 damage

1-50
extinguished

throwing axe�1-50

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

pixie ruined

So you want to play with magic,
You should know what you're falling for.

The night sleeping in the remains of the ice castle was difficult. I'd been having trouble sleeping anyways, but last night was worse. It's like my dreams and nightmares were combined and were being played out on a non-existant screen before my eyes. Confusion struck me like lightning. What was going on? The next few moments were unclear, but I believe I fell asleep once more. 

The next thing I knew was I was standing upright, my hands wrapped around a tree which felt cold and thick. One leg was wrapped around it, the other was holding my weight. I remained in the position for a few seconds. My eyes immediately widened and I looked around me cautiously. I didn't think anyone has seen me. 

I removed myself from the tall plant and looked down at myself. My crotch area covered in mud and traces of little green moss was rubbed over it. What the fuck had happened? Did the gamesmakers do that to me, or was it myself? No matter what, it made me rub my head in agony. I just hope they hadn't caught whatever I was doing on camera. 

I headed back inside to my warm setup and settled back into my makeshift bed. It felt hundreds and hundreds of degrees warmer, even though it probably wasn't. I lay with my eyes peeled open, until eventually sleep whisked me away into the dreamworld. 

~

Isn't it hard. Hard, to drag yourself out of the comfort of sleep and be lifted into the world of destruction and upset. It is hard to realise that you will have to use your weapon and hope that it'll deliver the final blow to another tribute - another human being your age. It worms it's way into your head and rings around, endlessly. It's stuck, and it's hard to get rid of.

The forest. How bad of an idea could it be? We need to firewood and we need the firewood to start a fire which we need to boil the snow so that we won't die of thirst and exhaustion. It's all messy - every piece of the puzzle which should be easy to find is broken down into millions of microscopic pieces which makes it so, so difficult to solve. 

We arrive, and so do the others. And fuck me dead - it's Mason Hammerfell and his alliance. I just want to end my own life instead of having him end it for me. He looks so brutal and tough - a person capable of causing the hardest destruction and dispair. But something about him is attractive, and I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the fact he looks so chiseled and muscular, oor perhaps it's just his stern face which I've never seen smile throughout the whole of this process.

And then there's the others. Licking their lips, thirsty for my blood (as well as Gaia's and Mystic's.) If they both died, I'd be gone - my life and soul stolen from my body. What is it like to die? Black, blue, a light, white? Is there a feeling which is excruciatingly difficult to feel? Does it hurt? No Pixie, stop. You can make it out alive. Promise. I wish I could believe the voice in my head, but her words are spinned with fear and doubt. No matter how hard I long for her truth, there is none

They stab away at my allies, and I watch Mystic's arm go shooting through the air. Well shit. The reality of this and these games is dark and harsh - something I really wish I didn't have to experience. Then there's Gaia - blood dripping loosely from her cuts. I force myself to temporarily look away. It's hurts me just looking at them so weak and vulnerable. 

[grim.]

That night was hell, watching the face of Bree flash across the sky. She was so young, she didn't deserve that kind of end. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't. For fucks sake she didn't even get past day two.

I see the swaying of trees and hear the howling of the wind. We had walked to the forest, we needed the wood. It was a rather calm morning, filled with little events. But it didn't matter, nothing mattered. I had already failed.

I had watched Pixie trudge on all night, she was so strong. Stronger then I could ever be. And Gaia, she was kind, still filled with hope.

They were good people, all I could do was stand by and feel sorry for myself. Had it really come to that?

While I had been spending time wondering, I hear the shrills of Gaia. a hatched had damaged her back, we were under attack. Four boys step from out of the forest, they had been watching us. We had no chance. 

They were double our size, and most of them came from the higher districts.

But then I stopped, it was Chaske. He was standing right there in front of me...alive. I wanted to run over there and grab him, but I knew I couldn't. 

I give him a long look, I want him to know that I care. 

[Mystic attacks Wyatt (Ice Pick)]
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11127 -- Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage

(Axe)axe

[minie]

Filler introduction post.

[Knuckles]

Chaske Parks
If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late?

[presto][/presto]

Small white snow flakes fall from the sky not nearly as bad as it was yesterday. I can see my hand in front of my face. I can tell that Mason is standing near me, and I can feel the heat radiating from the fire eating away at his hatchets. Part of me wonders if he'll target me. I mean he could if he wanted to, but in the end he would die if that happened. His brain would leak out of his skull, yet he chose not to. His hatchet flies in the same direction as mine. Unfortunately, the ever growing flame blew away as the blade sailed through the air. The freshly white snow turns a crimson red as blood splatters against the ground painting a picture. Painting something for the entire world to see. It shows the way of the world. That this is reality. Fighting one another. Killing one another until one is left alive. One lone soul travels away from the arena with their life intact, and the rest die. It's a sick reality, one that isn't made for those who wish life was easier. The only people in the nation that even comes close to understanding what we go through in this frozen hell are the ones who've walked away from it. Those who had a crown placed on top of their head. The victors of the hunger games. Blood splashes against my face as an entire arm drops to the ground. My eyes wide in disbelief as the faceless person comes into view. "My...Myst..." Her name catches inside my throat, and I immediately turn towards Wyatt. Killing him is an option. Bashing the blade into his skull ending his life like I attempted last night, but Mason was my target then. My district partner. The one I told wouldn't ever see district nine again. The girl I told I would laugh as she died. I would watch as she fell towards the ground. The one I promised her I would personally make sure she died. On the train ride I was so rude to her. The last day at the Capitol she broke down. She hugged me. She saw me in my weakest moment. She cried, and I cried with her. She's the only piece of home I have left. But we both can't survive. Only one person can become victor, and she's standing my way along with Mason, Prism, and Wyatt. I could stop it. I could attack Wyatt for attacking her. I could save her from dying, but these are my bros. They've helped me. They've stood by my side fighting with me. WHAT DO I DO! Sighing I turn away from her as tears well up in the corner of my eyes. (If only she knew I didn't mean it. If only she knew that I wasn't wanting her to die...) It's too late. She raises her ice pick and slices down against Wyatt, but it didn't do much. It's no wonder the attack wasn't perfect. It takes more than one arm to work that thing. It's a constant reminder of why I'm here. I take a deep breath gripping another hatchet preparing to launch it. Preparing to throw towards the three little girls standing before me. All three of them must die. Everyone here must die. I want to survive. I don't want to die in a frozen hell because my soul will crash into the fiery hell before I can stop it, and surviving isn't an option. It's a must. It's a habit. It's second nature. Prism told me that. He told me I had spunk, and now I know what he means. He knows that I know how to survive, and so does he. Every single day was a fight, and now I must put those words into action. I must kill everyone that stands in my way because I just want to survive. I want to live. We want to live. With a heavy heart, I launch another hatchet towards the tiny girl from twelve.

Chaske attacks {Gaia} | throwing hatchet
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[result: 10127 -- Shallow Cut on Thigh -- 3.5 damage]

throwing axe

[Arrows]

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

     The entire serenity of the forest was thrown into blood filled chaos as Prism and his allies unleashed their wrath onto the band of girls. However, who gave a shit about serenity these were the fucking Hunger Games! Prism recognized a few of the girls faces through the screams of shock and the blood, yet he didn't care either way. Right now he was in the zone focused and prepared to bring down death on them all. It was survival of the fittest, them or us. It had to be us.

     However, what shocked and impressed Prism the most was how serious and aggressive Wyatt was being. There was no hesitation just all focus as he ran naturally through the battlefield. He even chopped the girl from nine's arm clear fucking off and he was unphased. Just like the first day on that first fight Prism could tell Wyatt, no, all of them were in sync, focused, ready to fight. They were a train with no breaks and one destination. Victory.

     Through the sudden swarming Prism watched as the girl with one arm lashed out weakly at Wyatt. He received a small cut but Prism could tell he was fine for the moment. Right now Prism's entire focus and essence was on Pixie, not even touched yet,  as he watched her movements so precisely. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike with the viciousness of an alpha wolf. Then it happened.

     As she hobbled back to retreat Prism spent no time wasting. With a quick flash of movement he attacked his target with a form he thought was perfect. His target on his target was her eye. If he got her there it would be lights out for her, literally.

-Prism attacks Pixie Ruined with Knife-

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Results:Deep Gash on Forehead -- 9.0 damage
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[ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ]

I could feel the strength and familiarity of the trees and of home coursing through my veins. I could feel all the power and perseverance of my allies in the air. I could hear the screams of horror and terror of the girls as we began our slaughter of them. I could see their faces of pure fright when they recognized us. Good they should be afraid, I thought as I moved in to follow up Prism's attack. His attack wasn't great but it was enough to create an opening for me. I was able to use my own enhanced power to bring the axe straight down on the girl from nine. Surely enough I sent one of her entire arms onto the ground in a large scarlet puddle. I didn't grin or even frown. I remained emotionless. Strong. Brave. I did let out a slight laugh at her attack back. A weak small hit it was but still it couldn't go unpunished. Apparently Prism knew that as well as he swelled forward for the next wave of attacks. I gripped the axe hard again as I lunged forward with Prism. Once again my eyes fell on my target and I let the power of the pack fill my muscles as I brought the axe down in attempt to silence my enemy.

Wyatt attacks Mystic with his pick axe
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Results:Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damageaxe

[Cato]

mason hammerfell

Fire was fun to play with, but I guess I threw the axe too quickly and it extinguished. The flame went away, but I have three more. Three more with fire. My eyes turn towards the arm laying on the ground and I saw Wyatt standing above it. The girl happened to be Chaske's district partner. I lost mine. Prism lost his, an dnow it's time for Chaske to lose his. I grin from ear to ear, but I don't move. I watch as the girl from nine attacks Wyatt. Such a stupid attempt, but it was totally worth the laugh. Barely cut his stomach up. I'm proud of Wyatt and what he's done for the alliance. Much as I hate to admit it and I hate it, I know Wyatt's been the glue of the alliance. Holding us together.

It's so cold, but I'm warm with my jacket, and my gloves. I'm staying strong whereas everyone else isn't doing so well. Blood pours across the ground. It's such an amazing sight, and now it's my turn. Chaske attacked the tiny girl from twelve. More blood oozes across her leg and drips onto the ground. Prism attacks the girl from five. We killed her district partner day one. Wyatt attacks the girl from nine again, and right now I'm sure what to do. I'm not sure who to attack, but someone will be bit with my fire. Someone will feel the pain of my weapon. Someone will know my anger. Everything pent up from Hedvig's death. Someone will know to never mess with me again.


-Mason attacks Gaia Cross-

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10002 -- Axe in Neck -- 9.5 damage

1-50
+2 minor burn

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[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

pixie ruined

So you want to play with magic,
You should know what you're falling for.

Their strikes are lethal and dangerous. The sharp edges of their weapons come crashing down on us like ferocious seas attempting to erode giant cliffs. Usually, erosion takes hundreds of years, but this alliance seem to be slicing away at us with ease – smiling as they watch as step slowly backwards into the unknown.
Mystic and Gaia are struggling, and I am too. I can’t believe that Mystic’s arm is lying on the ground. The once pure sheet of snow has become stained crimson with her blood. I look at her. I see her face, fuelled with adrenaline with hints of pain. She needs to be strong for herself and for us. Her family are watching this fight on television, shielding their eyes in utter disbelief at the pain their daughter, sibling, cousin – whatever – must be feeling.
Gaia’s face has been wiped with a frown. I can’t read her, I never have been able to. I can’t tell whether she’s scared or determined. For the record, I hope it’s the latter. She’s not going to leave this place alive if she doesn’t believe she can. We all have to be determined and show the millions of people that are watching that we can do this. And rid anyone of their doubts and misconceptions.
I steady myself, thrown by the gash on my forehead. My two feet spaced evenly apart. I notice that I might have a strike – the chance to give my allies and I the chance to flee. My fingers become stiff as the grip tightens around my harpoon. The metal is cold and seeps through my skin. Go, Pixie, now. And with that, I lunge forward – holding on to the final piece of hope I have.
Keep pushing, keep breathing and keep alive.

[attacks WYATT using harpoon]

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[3073 -- Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage]
spear

[grim.]

Witnessing your arm fall from its natural place, and hit the snowy ground beneath you really leaves a mark. He had sliced it clean off, I was lopsided, ruined. I knew it was my end, how could I last much longer?

I see Chaske's face, he stumbled on my name. Perhaps he was ready to finally feast on my blood, or maybe the predator had fell for the prey.

Either way my end was near, and I had no way to tell him how sorry I was, or how much I needed him. If he could only hold me for one more night, I would be at peace with my death. 

I was alone, no one to comfort me, no one who cared. I was sick of feeling sorry for myself. I wanted more then this, but none of it fucking mattered anymore. 

I could taste the kiss of death, and I wanted it more then ever. Maybe goodbye was more then dismissal, but an opportunity. 

I had fought for too long, spent my whole life to become the Capitols cattle. I was raised to be slaughtered. And many before me were as well.

I stare Chaske deep in the eye. He had been rejected his whole life, hated. He felt comfortable telling me these things, and I had a confession that he must know before I was gone. 

I make sure he can see my face, and I move my lips to fashion a set of words that I have never meant more then I have at this very moment. "I love you". I don't say it loud enough for anyone to hear, but I think he understood. 

He had to know that someone cared about him on that level, because his fucking family didn't, or lack of family.

I feel my heart sink to my chest, and I feel the slice of the district seven males axe into my left arm. He was waiting for his prize, and he was closer then ever. 

But my blood came with a price. I flail my left arm at him feeling the pull of his skin beneath the blade. And I see the blood soak through his shirt. 

I wasn't going to make it, but they were, and I was going to get them out of this alive. 



[Mystic attacks Wyatt(Ice Pick)]
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11071 -- Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5 damage

(Axe)axe

[minie]

Sorry for the filler

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[Attacks Prism]whip

[Knuckles]

Chaske Parks
If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late?

[presto][/presto]

Blood sprayed across my face, and it caused me to laugh. The same deep laugh I had at the reaping as I walked towards the stage. Forget every last one of them. The white ground is covered in crimson as blood pours from the wounds. The hatchet barely did any damage to her, but it was something. It brought the tiny girl closer to death, and that's what I wanted. Death. I longed for her death. For someone to die by my hands so I could prove to Mason that he's just a bastard. He's not so big after all, yet when the axe flew from his hand it damn near killed the girl landing straight in her neck. Flames danced around her face, but it wasn't much. It wasn't much at all. Prism attacked the girl from five. Blood gushed down her face from the long laceration he placed deeply into her skin, and then there's my district partner. Blood pouring from her stump. Blood spewing from her other arm. The ground around her an awful color of red. How much more blood can pump throughout her heart? How much longer until her body gives out and she crashes towards the ground? Why am I letting this happen? Why am I letting them kill her? She's staring at me. Looking me straight in the eye. Her face pale from the blood loss, and she mouths three words. Three words I never heard before in my entire life. Three words my family never said to me. Three words. Three simple words. I love you. Love. A four letter word with such a complex meaning. A four letter word that every single person in the world needs to hear, yet when I heard it blow after blow rained down on my face. What is love? What does love mean? Love is when a family hates you so much they'll try to kill you. Mystic doesn't love me. She wants to kill me. My hands grip another hatchet tighter. My jaw clenches shut as red flashes before my eyes especially when the girl from brings the spiked tip of her weapon deep into Wyatt's skin. Nobody touches my bro and gets away with it. I don't care if he severed the arm of my district partner. (Oh, but I do. I care.) Mind racing, I run around trying to avoid slipping in the pile of blood pooling on the ground as the snow drinks it. I have to kill one of them. One of them has to die, then I can save her. I have to save her. Yet they're standing in my way. Every last one of them. The tiny girl from twelve raises the whip high into the air lashing out on Prism. Liquid fire surges throughout my entire body. My cheeks burn a bright red - whether it's from the cold or the fire lit inside me, I don't know. They're trying to kill them. They are trying to kill them, and we're trying to kill them. To end their lives so that we can survive. So that I can survive. "Touch him again. I dare you!" My voice laced with anger as I shift my gaze from the girl from five and the tiny girl from twelve. "I watched your district partner die. I watched the life leave his body. I felt his blood against my face. I felt it. I tasted it." She needs to run away. Leave. Get out of here. Everyone does. Everyone needs to die. "And I promise you little girl the same thing will happen to you." I direct my words towards both the girl from five and the girl from twelve. "You, little girl, are mine." With hatchet in hand, I point it at the tiny girl from twelve in a taunting manor allowing her to know I hold her life in my hands. That I am the one who will kill her right now. This one is mine. Mason won't steal it from me. Nobody will steal her from me.

Chaske attacks {Gaia} | throwing hatchet
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[result: 10038 -- Shallow Cut on Hand -- 3.5 damage]

throwing axe