The Bloodbath

[Autumn]

I sit silently waiting with my stylist in the Launch Room. Minutes before I had arrived here and my stylist had helped me get into my uniform for the arena and helped put up my hair in a ponytail. The uniform was a white tanktop, khaki cargo shorts, an orange lifevest and wetsuit style socks. The Vest is a little uncomfortable but I can live with it. Suddenly I hear a womens voice telling me to prepare for launch. I step onto the plate and a glass tube comes down and surrounds me. I give Aria a small smile and a little wave as I feel the plate beneath me begin to rise. She waves back and thats the last thing I see before I'm greeted by harsh sunlight. I whip my head around and see I'm on an island surrounded by water and there are more islands in the water. I look straight ahead and see the golden cornucopia sitting in the center, glistening in the light. Claudius Templesmith's voice booms in my ears. "Ladies and Gentlemen let the 55th Hunger Games Begin!" This is it. I have 60 seconds. 60 seconds to get my thoughts together and set my sights on the items. I think about my family. I love you auntie, I'll never forget you, I think about my special someone Caesar asked me about. I love him so much. I know that even if I die my love for him will never die, even if he never finds out I like him. Now I'm thinking of my fellow tributes, do I really want to get out there and kill them. I know I must, the gamemakers want a fight and we must give them a fight. If I don't want to think of what would happen if we didn't. We are all so inicent and we dont deserve this but that's not how it works. My sixty seconds must be almost up, I ready myself in sprinting postition and get ready foe the gong. I can do this, I know I can, I'm ready.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1....
GONG!
I'm off sprinting toward the cornucopia. Not a thought in my mind except what lies ahead, all the thoughts I had on my plate vanish as I throw myself head on into the games. Let the games begin.

[Deus Ex [Falx]]

Garrett staggered at the wound, but this bruise was nothing. Garrett lurched forward at his attacker in a full on blaze of fury.
"YOU'LL REGRET THE DAY YOU MESSED WITH ME!"
"But today isnt the day for violence." Garrett muttered.
He Staggered back, and took a nose dive into the water, and took butterfly strokes away from the cornicopia. He'd be back for Dru, but today isnt the day. He'd show those fools who they messed with. He kept swimming as far as he could go, far, far away. So far, he reached the next Island, and washed on shore, exhausted from swimming. It was time to find his alliance.[rand=102134677578789639239015978353416933676675590464613277734894444137]

[Micra]

((OOC: My post quality shall henceforth be greatly improved, as I will rarely (if ever) post from my phone for the remainder of the Games!
-cheers-))

I crouch at the edge of the water, viewing the bloodbath. I'm ready to spring back to the fight if needed, but for now I sort through my items. I grabbed quite a bit. Good thing I stayed long enough to find a good haul of survival supplies.

I have my old mace, still wet with District 11's blood. I'm glad I didn't know him. It would just upset me more. Next are District 11's eight throwing knives. In the way of clothing, I have an extra tank top, a waterproof poncho, and some goggles. Not bad. I can see the Poncho getting sticky with humidity, but it could keep rain and bugs off.

I have about 20 feet of bandages left, having used less than I expected to mend myself earlier.

Then I draw on the Jackpot. Two water jugs. They're empty- for now, but I can fix that. I have a tent too. That'll be nice if there's ever a storm. It can probably sleep multiple people. And last, I find next to me a pair of combat boots, that will probably offer great protection. I put them on immediately.

Everything else, I compact into the backpack that carries my tent, and sling it over my shoulder. It seems there aren't many tributes left here at the scene of the carnage. Maybe I'll get lucky and we'll be left to collect the entire Wealth of the Cornucopia.

If not, I still have a lot of supplies to work with. I wonder what the others got.

[Tea]

((ooc: I'm not gonna lie, I was tearing up a bit as I wrote this. xD))

Alba:

As soon as Alba struck out at Aranica, she knew it was a mistake. She knew she should left the pliers. Just gone with Daniel. Pliers were worth nothing, in the big scheme of things. Her life on the other hand, was. Before she could even reach her prize, Alba was being mauled by Aranica's apparent alliance, out for blood.

A boy Alba recognized to be from District Six, slashed at her arm with his spear, cutting her deeply. Alba cried out, grasping her arm. She fumbled for her crossbow, trying to load it. It she could just get on shot in, maybe it would distract them long enough for her to leave the Island, and find Daniel. Crying out in frustration, Alba left the bow, and grasped the only thing she had close enough to a knife. Her scissors. Then, from behind, there came a sword, slashing her in the thigh. Aranica. Just as Alba was about to hit her back with the scissors, as pathetic a weapon they were, Aranica was pleading with her. Please, don't make me… Kill you. Alba slowly nodded, and picked up her pliers as she turned to leave. Hopefully Aranica understood that she never wanted to hurt her. In fact, Alba never wanted to hurt anyone. Especially Aranica. She was twelve; still a child. It wasn't fair.

Well, she was pretty well done here. Alba gripped her scissors tighter, and began limping towards the water, wary of any flying projectiles coming from behind. After all, who knew what sort of hidden talents some of these tributes possessed. Alba spotted Shanks, her District counterpart, out of the corner of her eye, sword wielded. For a fleeting second, Alba almost pitied his target. He was a definite contender in these games, and Alba knew she had to watch out for him. Especially when she least expected it. Like now.

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Alba has no time to react before Shanks' sword is coming down, in slow motion. She watches helplessly as it meets it's target. An arm, severed from it's body, is falling down, down, down until it makes a sickening thud on the compacted dirt. It's then when Alba realizes that that same arm had been attacked to her very own body for the past sixteen years.

At first she feels nothing. There is no pain. Her entire world consists of Shanks, his sword and that severed arm- her severed arm- in the dirt, surrounded by a growing pool of blood. Then, it hits her all at once. An immense pain, nothing like Alba has never felt before. She holds Shanks' gaze for a split second, eyes wide with fear and surprise, before going down.

From then on, everything is a blur. A blur of pain and confusion and blood, and of course, more pain. Alba slips in and out of consciousness several times in what seemed like an eternity, so afraid that if she closes her eyes, she won't wake up. I don't want to die, Alba thinks. And then she realizes that she's still holding the pliers. Her first thought, is to shove them down Shanks' throat for all she's worth. Then they'd see who was really on top. She closes her eyes again, breathing erratically. She doesn't want to die.

When Alba opens her eyes again, Shanks is there, stroking her hair. Telling her he's sorry. "S-Shanks…" Alba whispers, lips trembling. "P-please… pl-please… don't… don't leave me," She closes her eyes again. When she opens them, Shanks is gone. Instead, in his place, is her mother, stroking her hair, whispering words of comfort. Is she hallucinating? Her mother had been dead for years. All the blood loss was probably getting to her. Suddenly, Alba is overcome with a starting sense of calm. She remembered hearing somewhere once, that right before you were about die, everything was peaceful. Her mother's standing now, holding out her hand, smiling, and telling Alba what she already knows. It was time to go. Using the last bit of strength she has, Alba pulls the rose from her hair, holding it close to her heart as she closes her eyes for the last time.

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[Skylar]

The End

In a matter of seconds, blood was surrounded around Papero's head. Bones had broke off, and they lay in the sea of red along with a flat, twisted monstrosity of a once alive brain. Although I hadn't wanted to, I was going to betray him, and now that he was dead, I wanted to be just the same. It seemed like the world had frozen in time, just like it had when I rose into this world of murder. Sure, there were still the ones that were attacking me, and I could feel them doing it, but I let no pain show, at all. There were wholes in me, and I couldn't help but feeling like a piece of Swiss cheese that I had only once in my life. It was the holey kind, and it seemed like what happened to it was what was happening to me. The cheese would get sliced up, just as I was, and then it would get eaten. No, I wasn't getting eaten, but to me, that represented death, and I was dying.

I dropped to my knees and let my weapons fall to the ground. They both made a sound that symbolized the word 'bad' to me. The ringy sounds they emitted reminded me of cymbals crashing together, and they blocked out my hearing. Papero was dead, and I soon would me. My head was leaning over Papero, and I could feel my mouth screaming 'Please', and 'Don't'. The two words that always seemed to come along with a death. They could be arranged in any way, but they would still be there. "Please, don't. No, don't please!" I couldn't hear what I was saying, but I knew it was spilling out of my mouth. In fact, lots of things were spilling out of me at that moment. Emotions, blood, words, tears. They were all their, and they would all soon be gone.

The words faded, and I so did the strength in my legs and arms. My head laid on Papero, and now I knew that this is where I would die. I would die here, and I would never see Laura again. Laura. LAURA! The one that I had to return to. I had no control over this, none at all, but I knew that I had lied to her. I wouldn't return to her, at least not in the way that I wanted it to happen. My eyes closed, and I tried to picture Laura, but my brain wouldn't allow it. She was disappointed, I knew it. If I wouldn't have been so stupid and greedy, if I wouldn't have fell under the Capitol's pressure, I could maybe be away from here. I could maybe be out of this mess and still surviving. But it wasn't that way. I knew it wasn't.

My breathing slowed, and the words still came out of my mouth. They weren't for Papero this time, but for me. I didn't want to die. I would resist it for as long as I could, but I knew it wouldn't be much longer.

It was then that my breathing stopped completely, and no matter how much I tried to breathe, nothing happened, only choking and gagging resulted in it, and I knew that this was it. This was how it felt to die. I had always thought about it, and I knew that this was it. For some, people thought it was peaceful, but for me, I knew it wasn't. There was a war in my head, a war of life and death, and ultimately, I knew that death would win. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to die. I did not want to die.

Death came for me anyway.

[Autumn]

I feel the wind blowing on my face as I sprint toward the cornucopia, I have a trident in view but to get it I know I'll have to fight for it. When I've reached the cornucopia I hear someone behind me its the girl from district 10, i think? I'm not quite sure. She's knocked me down to the ground and now has me pinned down. I kick down on the ground and push my hands up, I'm able to turn myself around on my front and get on top of her. Now I stand up and push her away, in that time I'm able to seize the trident, and now I'm ready to fight for the rest of the things I will need to survive.

[Quint]

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

He had gotten all his items. Every single blasted item that he needed to make do for the rest of the Games. He could defend himself. Jango couldn't, or at least not at the moment. Watching another boy (Samper, Sumper, something like that) attack Jango, Shanks went forth before he even realized that he had gone forward to defend an ally who had been mysteriously absent for the majority of their time at the Cornucopia. But an ally was an ally and he had to protect him, no matter what.

Shanks slipped out the knife he had grabbed quite a while before and swung towards the attacker. Maybe this hit would end it. There were fewer or less people besides his alliance left on the island. Most of the others had fled. And if anyone had enough guts to attack of them, they'd sure enough be dead before they even realized their mistake. For example, this boy.

.:Attacks Semper:.
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[semper]

Argent had killed Papero, and then gotten away. Jango had attacked Ree, and here he was, right underneath Semper's blade. A faint heinous smirk flashed across Semper's face as he saw the wound he had inflicted on the boy's neck, but no sooner had his blade made contact did he feel a terrible burning sensation erupt from his calf, causing him to jerk it away. The boy's head snapped around, spotting a dark haired boy behind him. Semper took a step towards the boy to attempt a retaliation, though as pressure was applied to his leg, he abandoned the plan for an attack. 'I'm outnumbered. They'll all b' on m' like the savages they are..... I need t' get t' Ree. She's more important than anyone of these --' He went on to call them every cursed name he could think of or make up, quickly backing away.

He knew retreating was the smart thing to do. As he became further away from Jango and ol' what's-his-face, he turned around, limping towards the water, when something on the shoreline caught his eye. A spool of wire. A small smile crept onto his face as he picked up the wire, though as soon as he saw what was underneath it, the smile quickly faded and his mind went blank.

It was Papero's token: his key.

Semper stared at the key, crouching down as best he could. 'It can't b'... how'd it get all the way over 'ere?' He thought, glancing back at where Papero was lying dead. As he turned his attention back to the token, he reached out and picked it up. For some reason, he felt that he just couldn't leave it behind for one of the enemies to take. It just wouldn't seem right -- and Papero had been the one boy Semper had grown close enough to to feel terrible about his death.

"There ain't no way I'll leave this behind.... I'm fightin' for y', too, Papero...."

He whispered to himself, putting the eight knives and spool of wire in his pockets while putting the key onto his own necklace with his own token. However, as he turned, he spotted something that looked like a raft towards the far end of the island. Glancing quickly back at the Cornucopia, the boy then headed down the shoreline until he came to the object, which was, in fact, a raft. A very faint smile drew across his lips as he realized what this meant: faster travel, which could mean the difference between life and death. Even though blood was running down his arm and calf, he ignored it as he pushed the raft out into the water, jumping into it. It didn't bother him that there was no paddle -- for heaven's sake, he was able to get a raft, and for that he was happy. He'd just use his hands to paddle. With that, Semper then headed out into the water, determined to find his only remaining ally.


-Semper has left the bloodbath-

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[WT]

((OOC- Failpost extraordinaire! Sorry, I’m trying to work on a character. XP

Autumn, the District Ten girl is gone, so I let Aranica take her place. Hope you don't mind? ^^))

Honest to the rocks, Aranica was not trying to run Autumn over.

She was trying to run, that was it. Call her a coward, but let’s face it- she was twelve, she had never seen a dead body (let alone a dead friend) or attacked someone before, and people were yelling all kinds of scary things about her friends being sorry later. She was young, she was terrified, and she was half-losing her mind. One of her friends had just started attacking someone else- someone she rather respected, at that, for all she hadn’t ever talked to him. She didn’t know who to attack, or if she should attack, or if either one would attack her, and all she could think to do was run for it.

Unfortunately, between the tears and the dirt rising from the floor and the general chaos in her mind, she couldn’t really tell where she was going, and her first warning was when she ran into something solid and was knocked back a bit. She blinked hard, clearing her eyes a bit, just in time to realize she was lying on top of someone. She tried to scramble up, and a frantic, half-crazed apology was forming on her lips, but she only got as far as “S-sor-“ before she was flipped over, slammed into the ground and half-crushed, and pushed. Gasping desperately for air, she struggled to her feet, and found herself face-to-face with another tribute. She shrieked and tried to jump back, but her feet seemed frozen in place, so she turned her head to the side, choked back yet another sob, and lashed out.

(Attacks Autumn)
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It was then that she realized the other tribute was already running, and that she had just attacked someone from behind. She squeaked in horror and dropped the sword, then realized what she'd done and dove to pick it up. Somewhere in between the dropping and standing, she realized she'd left her items behind back by Jango and Shanks, and she pivoted to go back to them.

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[Micra]

I've crushed a boy's skull, betrayed my alliance, and cut off the ear of a stranger. And yet, something stops me from interfering in Autumn's dash to the Cornucopia, at first. I don't know why. She's a stranger to me, even if she does come from my District. But I still can't bear to attack her.

I don't get it. I've pretty much crossed the line, haven't I? And I'm a Career, aren't I? But I can't bring myself to do it. I'll just stay out.

Then I see her attack Aranica. Aranica is my ally. She's only twelve years old. No severe damage was done, but how could she? Even I would stop at attacking a twelve-year-old, even if she wasn't my ally now.

Would you, Argent? Of course I would.

And that's why, without thinking too much about it, I turn from my neatly stacked items, holding the mace, with 8 throwing knives tucked into my belt.

Now seven, because I'm holding one in my hand. Then, in one fluid motion, I toss and release it. I feel somewhat cowardly for not running into the fray, but I want to stay off the broken knee as much as possible.

(attacks Autumn)
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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...

Shanks could let her die. It'd look like he wasn't looking. Like he didn't even notice. But there she was, fighting the girl from District 2. Ara had done some really heavy damage. But how long would her luck sustain? Enough for what? 2, 3 days? Soon enough, it'd be up to Shanks make a vital decision, either ending the life of his fellow allies or either protecting for the greater sense of morality. Ara had blessed the girl with a shallow cut to the back. Sure, enough, he was glad he hadn't been fighting his ally. She was strong, that was for sure.

He needed someone with strength like that to help pull through the Games. He had chosen her as an ally, and he had chosen right. Plain and simple. He scourged forth with his sword, attacking the girl from District 2.

.:Attacks Autumn:.
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[Tori]

It seemed that Jango had spaced out for the better part of the last 10 or so minutes. He didn't even remember what he had been thinking about. But that didn't really matter now. His alliance was currently attacking a tribute. A girl he didn't recognise from training. Being Jango, he didn't want to hurt her in the slightest, however, he was in the games now. And if he wanted to live, this was what was required. Everyone had to be eleminated. And everyone would be.

He ran towards the girl the rest of his alliance was attacking. It was depressing that Jango was one of the oldest here, and he would have to kill those younger than him to survive. Nevertheless, he clutched his harpoon tightly in his hand. Sweating, his hand tried to hand on as it shakily attack the girl. There was no going back now.

(attacking autumn)
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[aya]

At this point in time, anyone who hasn't made their inroduction post must do so--and must immediately leave the cornucopia without claiming any of their items.

Additionally, anyone who has not PMmed me their locations for tomorrow must do so immediately.

Also, the only three parties left in the bloodbath are as follows:
"Shameless Euthanesia"
Zanne Mason (my bad)
Autumn Radiata

and thusly, the last person to leave before now (Semper Capone) may edit his post so he escapes in a raft, should he wish to.

Autumn and SE are also awarded a raft.

[aya]

Given the end of Day 1 and the relative end of the blood bath (only Autumn and SE remain) I'm going to declare that Autumn flees and "The Wealth" is bestowed upon SE, given that the fight was waiting on Autumn to post. Autumn will still receive a raft.

SE may pick from the following list ("The Wealth" of items that other tributes didn't claim) for items, just please be sure to let me know what you all take, and who will be wearing the armour. "The Wealth" is on top of the items you already won.

The list of the items everyone recieves (based on number of posts made in bloodbath) is found here.

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The Wealth
5 Matches
5 Matches
5 Matches
8 Matches
8 Matches
8 Matches
8 Matches
Armored Vest (+10 torso and arms)
Armored Vest (+10 torso and arms)
Bedroll
Bedroll
Bedroll
Blowgun and 8 darts (use Bow)
Bolt of Cloth
Clawed hammer and fourteen nails
Clawed hammer and fourteen nails
Clawed hammer and fourteen nails
Cleaver (use Knife)
Combat boots (+3 feet)
Compass
Compass
Cooking Pot
Cooking Pot
Cooking Pot
Cooking Pot
Cooking Pot
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Empty Water Jug
Face Mask (+5 face)
Flashlight
Flashlight
Flashlight
Gloves (+3 hands)
Gloves (+3 hands)
Goggles
Goggles
Goggles
Hard Hat (+5 head)
Insect net
Insect net
Insect net
Insect net
Insect net
Insect repellent
Iodine tablets (for purifying water)
Iodine tablets (for purifying water)
Iodine tablets (for purifying water)
Length of wire
Length of wire
Length of wire
Mask and Snorkel
Mask and Snorkel
Mask and Snorkel
Mask and Snorkel
Medical Kit: needle and thread, antipyretics, broad-spectrum antibiotics, roll of bandages (25ft) and medical tape
Medical Kit: needle and thread, antipyretics, broad-spectrum antibiotics, roll of bandages (25ft) and medical tape
Medical Kit: needle and thread, antipyretics, broad-spectrum antibiotics, roll of bandages (25ft) and medical tape
Mess kit
Mess kit
Needle and Thread
Needle and Thread
Needle and Thread
Net
Net
Net
Net
Pliers
Pliers
Pliers
pocketknife
Poncho
Roll of bandages (25ft) and Medical tape
Rope
Rope
Rope
Rope
Rope
Rope
Rope
Scissors
Scissors
Shin Guards (+5 legs)
Shovel
Sleeping Bag
Sunglasses
Sunglasses
Sunglasses
Sunscreen
Sunscreen
Sunscreen
Sunscreen
Sunscreen
T-shirt
T-shirt
T-shirt
Tank Top
Tarp
Tarp
Tent
Tent
Tent
Tent
Tent
Tent
Tent
Tent
Tweezers
Tweezers
Waterproof Matches (5)
Waterproof Matches (5)
Waterproof Matches (5)
Waterproof Matches (5)

EDIT: also includes:
Trident (use Spear)
Flashlight
Goggles
sunglasses
Clawed hammer and fourteen nails
Net
Insect repellent
Tent
Waterproof Matches (5)