The Bloodbath

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Aranica's foot hit something she hadn’t noticed before. It was heavy, and didn’t give much when she hit it, so it probably wasn’t a weapon, but she had to wonder what it was. Aranica spared a moment to glance down, just in case it was something useful.

There was a body at her feet. She recoiled initially at the sight of the blood (she would have to get used to that quickly), and blinked tears from her eyes. Dead already, honestly? Some poor tribute. Killed by Kale, no doubt, since he was the one standing over the body.

She forced her eyes away. Every second she wasted was a second she left Dru’s back unwatched, a second she left her own back unwatched, a second she or a member of her alliance or a friend could die.

Her eyes were still on the ground for a moment, though, so she had the unfortunate chance to see the one other body. Her throat caught and the thought of another death, but she almost ignored it. She was about to ignore it- but then she saw the face.

Papero. Papero...?

She almost dropped the falchion, but her arms seemed locked in place. She smiled wildly, trying to convince herself it wasn’t true. Papero wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. Smile, smile, if she smiled enough he’d be fine, he’d get up and smile back, of course he would... He wouldn’t leave her. He couldn’t. She wouldn’t let him. A strangled sound, part hysterical laughter and part scream, forced its way out of her. She let it; she didn't have the will to fight it.

Dru moved, jolting Aranica out of her reverie. The twelve-year-old snapped her head around. The other tribute, her District partner (ex-partner, really, since he was having nothing to do with her) was running, and Dru had moved to attack someone else. Ara followed her, the smile fixed in place because it was the only thing she had to cling to. She wouldn’t cry, because he had told her that crying didn’t suit her. She would stay like this...

She followed her ally mindlessly. Sul appeared in front of them, and Aranica figured out how to lift the falchion (yes, she was sure it was a falchion). She wasn’t sure what she was doing, so she thought back to when she had seen him practice with this very type of weapon. The rock murmured a few corrections on how to hold it, and she followed those instructions. It was ironic somehow, the pacifist girl attacking someone using their choice weapon and a technique that she’d learned from watching them... but what else could she do? Her smile wavered, and she fixed it firmly back in place as she lunged forward.

(Attacks Sul)
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Blood washed over her hands, warm and sticky and bright. She had touched blood before, but it had never been this much, and she'd never caused it to spill. Her breath clogged and she shook her head, trying to clear it. A weak laugh emanated from her throat, and she did her best to encourage it. Laughter healed. Laughter made pain go away. If all the tributes stood together and laughed enough, maybe the two dead tributes would get up and they could all go home and no tribute would ever hurt again, no one at all would ever hurt again...

((OOC- Just so you know, the rock isn’t telling her anything she doesn’t know. Her subconscious memories and such often come out as rocks telling her things.))

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Daniel Decatur

Daniel stood in the glass tube, his outfit was reassuring him. A flotation device- which meant water which meant Alba being from District 4 was a plus.
From the information he knew, Daniel calculated the odds. They weren't in his favor, technically they were in Alba's.
His plate rose up into the Arena and the first thing that caught his eye was the Cornucopia. The pictures on the TV don't justify its magnificence.
1 minute. That's all he had to make ends meet and to develop a plan. Nothing was really near him so he'd have to go deeper within the Bloodbath to retrieve an item. That is if he wanted to get an item.
That's the problem: does Daniel Decatur of District 10 want to roll the dice and hope for a 7? That wasn't his style. Daniel wanted a plan and a minute was just not a long enough time to make such a powerful decision.
He'd have to make it though.
Daniel gazed around at the tributes. Some would die today. He might die today.
Daniel took a breath and looked towards the Horn.
"Three... two..." Daniel counted, whispering to himself. "One."

Gong
Let the Games begin.

[Quint]

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

Shanks went up beside Dru and Ara. It seemed that they were going after the District One boy. Yes, he needed to eliminated. Too much of a risk to let live. Shanks had designed his Blood Bath-osophy from the beginning. If they left him alone, he’d leave them alone. Plain and simple. But Sul. Sul Tevish. No, he’d have to die.

He had no weapon though. And while he did loath at his lack of protection, he did smile as he saw the small District 12 ally slash at boy’s stomach. She sliced him. Very deep actually. She had perfected her attack. Now, it was his turn. He charged forward at the boy. Sul was much larger than Shanks, obviously. Not to say strength made any difference. The District 4 Career was strong. Stronger than you imagined. And now, even stronger with the long sword he had just picked up.

.:Attacks Sul Tervish:.
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[Micra]

I have everything I need now. I flee the scene of the bloodbath, carrying the weight of both items and the guilt of the dead tribute. Then I see it. It's the momet Ive dreaded since getting caught up in those mess. Shanks is attacking Sul. My fragile alliance with both boys is gone. I must choose. I stare at Sul, with no chance, and the girls, occupied with other opponents. Then I smile.

"Sorry, mate. I just need to live."

(attacks Sul)
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Dru was ticked off. She had aimed, she had fired at Sul and she had missed. Or rather, the blow-gun had simply not fired. No matter whose fault it was, and Dru suspected it was the Capitols, she had just been humiliated. If her cheeks had not already been scarlet from the heat and crazyness of the scene in general, she most likely would have blushed like a girl trying to impress a boy with her knowledge of cars or guns, but then failing as the boy talked about cylinders and other strange, unknown things. That had happened to Dru once too, and the only way she had thought to save face was to kiss the boy. In the Arena, that most likely would not work. Oops.

She liked to think that if she put her mind to something, Dru could do pretty much anything, she did not mess up. Ever, at all. She felt like she was in a gang again, playing with fire and taking out enemies. Dru could think of this all as a training game. She was not really killing other kids, simply practicing back home in District One. There was nothing wrong with that. But still, Dru had the suspicious feeling the blow-gun really was messed up. She removed the faulty dart and another one slid into its place.

Dru grinned and simply short a dart up into the sky, to test it out. The dart did not come loose. Thats when Dru really let loose a terrible noise, gutteral and wild. Angry. Her hair was already loose, coming out of the french braid, and Dru marvelled at how quickly her clothing had darkened from dirt and. And blood. She could be vain later though, when she was home in her posh house, comfortable and care-free as always. Now she had to find a different way to use her weapon, or find a new one entirely. Either that, or she died.

Simple as pie.

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[semper]

The red headed boy he had attacked left, and so all Semper was left with was the dead body of two of his allies. He quickly looked down at Papero's lifeless body, a strong sense of guilt overwhelming him. Now he was alone -- utterly alone -- until he could meet up with Ree, though he hadn't the slightest idea where she was. Now, all he could think to do was to get away from the Bloodbath as quickly as possible, but something caught his eye. A set of eight knives. Setting his eyes on that, he began heading towards it, only to realize that someone was standing right next to it, though he had no idea if she knew or not. Narrowing his different colored eyes, Semper charged at Nachele.

[attacks Nachele]
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Once he had acted, he quickly scooped up the eight knives and holding seven in his right hand while weilding the last one in his left hand to defend himself if need be.

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[Quint]

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

Dru had missed twice already. Definitely not a good thing. Would someone who hasn't even landed an attack yet be as valuable? He could've gotten rid of her, right then. Could've scooped up his sword and plunged it right through her guts. But no, he left her alone. She was a ally. And she would stay an ally. Plus, she was super hot. And if he was going to spend, like, forever in here. He needed something to stare at.

Shanks twirled his sword once, a move he had learned during training, and slashed at Sul Tervish, District One Tribute, and soon to be corpse.

.:Attacks Sul Tervish:.
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Daniel Decatur

Daniel froze on his plate as the Bloodbath began. It all happened so fast. The splash of blood on the ground got adrenaline pumping and Daniel leaped from his plate. Before he knew he was doing it, Daniel was running at the Cornucopia.
He jumped over a fallen tribute who's head was... well he didn't like to dwell on such things.
Suddenly something whizzed in front of him and dung itself in the ground at his left foot. Daniel turned to the right to see where the object had come from.
Daniel saw at least two tributes attacking another one. A girl had a gun like object and that's probably where the object had flown from.
Daniel bent down to grab the dart when the tribute being attacked stepped right in front of him.
He panicked. Decatur didn't know what came over him but he stood up and swung his closed fist at the boy.
[Attacks Sul]
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Instincts ruled over reason and Daniel Decatur became part of the Games.

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[WT]

The blood wouldn't come off. Aranica blinked at her hands, wondering if shaking them would work... but they were shaking plenty already, and that wasn't doing anything. Maybe the blood was stuck to her forever because she'd caused it to spill. Maybe the blood was mad at her. "Sorry, Sul's blood," she whispered, but she didn't think it heard.

"Sorry, Sul" was more to the point, so she said it. That slash looked painful. Ara wavered, less and less sure that she really wanted to attack him again. He might fall to the ground if she kept this up, and then he'd be dead like Papero and he would never smile again and that was sad...

She smiled a little wider to make up for him. Just in case.

A dart whizzed by, but missed and dug itself into the ground. Aranica turned her head, not taking her eyes off of Sul- she saw shanks push him back- but looking at the dart-thrower. Dru. That was the second time the older girl had msised, and that wsn't like her. It couldn't be Dru's fault, though, because Ara figured that if anyone here was infallible, Dru was.

Maybe it was the weapon's fault? Surely the gun wasn't trying to be annoying, but Aranica had never seen Dru use that sort of weapon.

"Dru, switch with me," she croaked, indicating the blade in her hand. She knew the basics of using a sword, but not enough to do any real damage; that hit from before had been dumb luck (good luck, she reminded herself, goodgoodgood, hurting wasn't bad anymore because the world was upside-down). She'd do just as well with the blowgun, but Dru needed a blade in her hand.

She didn't let go of the sword yet, because she needed to have it. But she didn't want to attack and not be ready to switch, or mess up and do damage to herself.

Darts. There were darts. She should get them because they would be needed later. She wasn't sure how needed they would be, but she dove for them anyway, just in case. A moment later she came up with two darts in one hand and the sword still held in her other, though it was wavering now- she wasn't really strong enough to hold it in one hand, and if she didn't get it to Dru soon she would drop it.

Another boy appeared and she yelped, but he didn't attack her- he seemed to be going for the same person Dru and now Shanks were. (Shanks had gotten here... when? She was glad, whenever it was.) Her smile became real as she nodded to him, trying to encourage him. He looked panicked, and she didn't want that. She wanted him to be happy, like she wanted all of them to be happy.

If only that was possible.

[Tea]

(Ack, sorry for the crap post)

Alba:

Alba tugged on her white tank top, and adjusted her rose. Well, this was it. The day of the Bloodbath. The start of the 55th Hunger Games. She turned to Miff, who was holding out a bright orange life vest to her, trying not to cry. Orange? Wow, some game maker must have a sick sense of humour, because everyone knew that orange was the ultimate camouflage colour. Still, she took it, and put it on over the tank top. She could decide what to do with it later, that was if she made it thought the Bloodbath. Alba sighed, and took one last look at herself in the mirror, knowing very well it could easily be the last time she would ever see herself.

After Miff had bid Alba a cheerful goodbye, Alba found herself standing on the rising platform. Okay, she could do this. Just like the interview, she had to think positive. Alba could handle positive. After all, fighting was something that she really didn't to think about. It was simply survival instinct. Even if the odds certainly were not in her favour. As the platform rose, Alba came to understand the nature of her outfit. It was disgustingly humid, and Alba's palms were sweaty. Okay, she could do this. The Cornucopia loomed in front of her. Beyond that was water. Lots and lots of water. They were on an island.

The Cornucopia obstructed Alba's view from many of the tributes, Daniel included, but she knew they were there, waiting for the Bloodbath to begin. She also knew that she had little less than a minute left of freedom. Alba quickly scanned the area, scoping out items that might be useful. The closest weapon was a crossbow. Alba wasn't exactly familiar with using one, and would have been far more comfortable with a knife or something of the sort, but it certainly would be better than nothing, and she needed it. Badly.

30 seconds left. Alba's heart was racing. She could do this. She was ready. Positive. Think positive.

10 seconds. Alba touched the rose in her hair. She would do it for Naida. For her father. She would win this.

Alba had the crossbow in her sights. She'd run, grab that, unite with Daniel, then go from there. It wasn't exactly a brilliant plan, but it was a plan all the same.

5...
4...
3...
2..
1...

The gong rang, signaling the start of the 55th Hunger Games. Alba was off an running.

[Quint]

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

It was good to have an ally who didn't attack you in the Blood Bath. Very, very good. So when the D10 kid shows up and starts kicking ass alongside you, well, that is most definitely a good thing. And it's even more of a good thing when you kick ass good enough to have the enemy's ally join you as well. Yeah, things were going good for Shanks.

He could only hope that it went like this for the rest of the Games.

With thought and sword in hand, he leaped forward, swinging his sword at Sul.

.:Attacks Sul Tervish:.
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Daniel Decatur

After throat punching the stranger, Daniel curved around him and sprinted for the Cornucopia. He picked up a broadsword. Oh this, this would certainly help.
Holding tightly onto the sword Daniel turned and saw Alba on the other side of the Cornucopia.
Daniel didn't like sitting here with his sword waiting. He turned to leave but that kid he hit was still there taking blows.
Turning from Alba to a ruffling the brush near by. It was a tribute, near where Alba was going to come ashore. He wasn't going to let her try anything funny!
He charged at the girl (which totally whacked out his numbers) and swung

[Attacks Nachele]
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The time has finally come. Mark Kane gazed at his opponents, standing on there little meat circles. "I'm sorry"he thinks "but this is for district nine." The gong sounds, and Mark hits the ground running

[Jasik]

((Guys, seriously, what the ****? I'm gone for two hours and suddenly you start attacking and I don't have a chance to retaliate. I mean, seriously, what's your problem?))

Before a minute's passed, people are launching attack after attack at me. I dodge a few, but some of the tributes' attacks hit me. Panting, I stare around wildly, looking for individuals. Dru's shooting at me. Attacking her district partner, I think to myself. That won't go over well back home.

[/i] I don't have time to dwell on it, though. I see Argent, and suddenly he attacks me.

Rage and adrenaline surge into my veins. "You backstabbing little son of a *****!!" I roar. Yelling in rage, I lash out at him, fists flailing.

(attacks Argent)
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I spot a handle to a weapon behind him, and I dive past my former ally, picking up the weapon. Only when I have it held at the ready do I see what it is.

A hammer. A hammer. How the hell am I supposed to use this? I've never trained with a hammer. Groaning, I turn to face my other attackers.

I'm surprised at how many people are grouping up together to kill me. Amusement flashes across my face, but then fear. I have to get away. Now. I turn away and run. I'm not proud of it, but I have no choice. It's flee or get killed. Only when I'm ankle deep in water do I remember my other allies. I turn back and look for Nachele, Cherry, and Kale. I spot Nachele and Cherry in their individual fights nearby, but I can't see Kale. Might as well get the two allies who I can see and haven't betrayed me.

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[aya]

Jun 6, 2010 17:40:54 GMT -5 Jasik said:

((Guys, seriously, what the ****? I'm gone for two hours and suddenly you start attacking and I don't have a chance to retaliate. I mean, seriously, what's your problem?))

Before a minute's passed, people are launching attack after attack at me. I dodge a few, but some of the tributes' attacks hit me. Panting, I stare around wildly, looking for individuals. Dru's shooting at me. Attacking her district partner, I think to myself. That won't go over well back home.

[/i] I don't have time to dwell on it, though. I see Argent, and suddenly he attacks me.

Rage and adrenaline surge into my veins. "You backstabbing little son of a *****!!" I roar. Yelling in rage, I lash out at him, fists flailing.

(attacks Argent)
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I spot a handle to a weapon behind him, and I dive past my former ally, picking up the weapon. Only when I have it held at the ready do I see what it is.

A hammer. A hammer. How the hell am I supposed to use this? I've never trained with a hammer. Groaning, I turn to face my other attackers.

I'm surprised at how many people are grouping up together to kill me. Amusement flashes across my face, but then fear. I have to get away. Now. I turn away and run. I'm not proud of it, but I have no choice. It's flee or get killed. Only when I'm ankle deep in water do I remember my other allies. I turn back and look for Nachele, Cherry, and Kale. I spot Nachele and Cherry in their individual fights nearby, but I can't see Kale. Might as well get the two allies who I can see and haven't betrayed me.

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I agree that it was dick of them... so I'll give you that attack... but you died, in the meantime. Srry bout that.