The Final Flushdown :: et vs rats

[ghosty]

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[presto] [/presto]

Abel MacLaren crossing your heart and hoping I don't remember the anthem a single bit, but that was fairly likely to be caused by being deafened by it last night. But by the lack of cannons yesterday, I guess that it wasn't very long at all. No one dying other than in the first couple of minutes in the arena, which is unusual. So unusual that the capitol would be calling for blood, wanting more death and excitement. I don't blame them. They just want to have something to watch, and this year's just a disappointment in terms of how it normally goes. And that means that day 2 will be complete chaos in their calls for what the capitol want. Even as another package of items from sponsorship comes, I'm already giving out the items that I don't need or can't fit inside my almost full backpack, cos nothing's been sent so far for them. They probably do need it more than I, to be truthful. And it makes me feel better to see the smile upon his face as the items pass from my hands to his, as well as Gabrielle and the boy from One. There's something about him that I'm not comfortable with, and it's something that I can't just put my finger on. Maybe because he's a career who knows umpteen ways to kill anyone without someone 10 feet away realising. And even while fear is something that I need to cherish, to understand, for it means that anyone won't expect the person from behind you from stabbing you.  But trust is much, much stronger, and Geo and Gabrielle I trust. But vice versa, that I doubt. Not pure distrust, but probably just weariness, maybe due to the score in the training, or how I asked to work with them during the Games. I don't know really. But even as thoughts rattle inside my mind, I head off with them, the direction almost completely random. And as the massive tower shrinks and shrinks, a hole in the ground grows and grows. A door, to the underworld. And we enter, although my mind is shouting to avoid it, a niggle to avoid danger, I feel safer than on the ground, where other people could sneak up on us. Now, in the darkness, echos all around, no one can sneak up. And, from the tunnels within, I hear a snuffling, and screams and shouts from the people surrounding me. And one thing sticks in my mind from that. Rats. Rats. RATS. But not small like they are back home, these were larger than even the boy from One. Towering over me and Gabrielle. But even as they approach, I'm pulling out my lump of pipe, and the tar. And as they are almost within reach, the match is lit, and touching the tar. I swing.

[lights lead pipe with jar of tar and match]
[attacks rat #1 with lead pipe]
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1-50
[7145 -- Gash/Bruised Right Knee -- 3.5 damage]
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[mat]

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[presto] [/presto]

Geo Venn The only thing I have thought about since I found Gabrielle, Abel, and the other guy is that I’m not alone. Even if twenty-three people have to perish, and two have already fallen, it’s good to know that there are people who care. It’s even better to know that you have someone to encourage to win when you’re on your deathbed. I sat and stared at this tower with the clock above me, wondering that it could be possible that it’d fall and ruin us all, but the lack of humanity in Gamemakers make it seem unlikely. Everything seems at peace for the remainder of the day, and if anything, it was disappointing. No more cannons to call out the death of another person who was dragged here to die. There was no screaming from each direction to signify that fighting was happening. There wasn’t much conversation around with us four, either. The kid with the accent was very generous, giving me things like water bottles and kits. I smiled each time he gave me something. That is a true sign of trustworthiness, and Abel is more than a person in need. He is willing to give other people things that they could use against him. The sun begins to set. I’ve barely spoken to any of the three people that I’m aligned with, hoping that the wrong things are held back from being said. I’ve never been truly keen on saying the right things, and I’ve always said something that people may take the wrong way. That would probably be the worst part, dying because you said something that someone else misinterpreted. I guess it’s just better to keep my mouth closed than have it open for the whole world to hear. A haunting bell is rung and gives me a rude awakening from a little laying-down time. My eyes flicker open and closed as it continues to ring a tune that is recognizable. The anthem. Elya Johnwayne, District Two Rowan Combe, District Seven A Johnwayne. The first face surprises me the most. She seemed so capable of handling herself in many situations. I only know it was her because of the eyepatch. The other girl looks so polite and kind, even if I never did meet her. ”Goodbye, both of you,” I whisper under my breath, ”but sometimes, the best must die. And other times, the weakest must thrive.” I try and close my eyes once again. -- The vivid nightmares I have at night are unbearable. Sleep but on and off the first night, but I imagine them whether I sleep or not, hundreds of scenarios running through my head, and each of them end of my own death or me getting ready to kill people. A bloody death nonetheless, it was never a peaceful or quick one. Blood was everywhere at the end of each scenario, and the pain felt like it was real. The clock tower has remained silent, not allowing any of my fellow friends be disturbed nor myself. I wish that I didn’t feel so comfortable laying down when there are twenty-one people out to kill me and crush my single dream: to prove that not having fear is worth something. It isn’t long from when I’m fully awakened that we decide to move out. Staying in one solitary place is like a fish out of water, easy prey. Everyone from District Six has survived Day One, and this makes me happy. Maybe one of us three can win, and actually prove that we aren’t just the middle-tier that gets so close to a goal but can never firmly grasp it. Hopefully we don’t find him because that means that there’s three chances that we could die, perhaps all in one day. Chances are we’re all going to die, I think as I gather my things. I can’t prevent myself from being so pessimistic, but I can just hope it isn’t true. Everyone else probably has more faith than I, but perhaps saying that you “can’t” or that you “probably won’t” are more comforting than the normally false statement of “you will win this, I believe it”. We get to a point of small opening, with a ladder allowing us to go down without hurting ourselves from jumping. I climb down it, taking each step with care, knowing that if I go too fast I might slip. Where are we? I try and ask the question to Gabrielle, but I don’t feel like taking the chance that someone is nearby. Abel lights something to give us vision of what is ahead. Two giant creatures stand near as tall as the boy from One, Gabi’s friend. Gabrielle’s voice goes to its highest note in a scream. My eyes widen, as they seem like they don’t like us being in their grill like this. They stare, and I stare right back at them. And if there’s one thing I learned in life, it wasn’t that staring at animals means you’re challenging them to a fight. ”Fuck,” I say quietly. I ready the knife. ”Fuck…” I announce louder, knowing that this could be the end. ”Fuck on a rat’s,” I run out of words. You have to fight these if you want to live. I know this. If you don’t, they’ll kill you first. I know this, but I wish I didn’t. They don’t matter as much as a human. This isn’t true. Each thing matters, no matter who or what they are. They are going to eat you… Fuck. Oh no they are not. I stab. [attacks Tankard Rat #1; switchblade]

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2009 -- Deep Gash on Neck -- 10.0 damage (Knife)knife

[ali]

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[presto] [/presto]

Gabrielle O'Dale A day passes, the sun eventually set over the rust covered wasteland of the arena. Gabrielle watched as the silver and ominous orb slowly dipped over the distant horizon, the whispy yellow clouds slowly grew more orange then a dusky purple as the sky slowly turned a deep shade of violet. With the changing sky came an odd summer chill with a warm and distant fetch of wind. Not long after the sun dipped under the horizon, the bell tower chimed loudly. The noise was sudden and alarming, and at first Gabrielle couldn't help but clamp her hands over her ears as the tune of the Panem national anthem echoed through her entire body. A glowing light, stark and oddly glowing a silvery green, appeared in the sky. The young girl looked upwards, her eyes darting to the large capitol logo which quickly vanished from view. And in its place came the face of Elya Johnwayne, staring down at the entire arena with her singular eye. Her cold and hard face was replaced with the soft and gentle smile of Rowan. Rowan.. her mind was drawn to the quiet and serious conversation they'd shared resting at the edge of training. She had been gentle, kind... how many of us were gentle and kind before today? The question kept in her mind. She grasped at these traits like a lifeline and she kept hold of them even after the chiming stopped. She did not move her gaze from the sky. Her eyes watched parting clouds to reveal stars in strange and unusual places; their constolations were unfamiliar. Probably fake...she thought but her heart yearned to know if Brienne was watching the same sky and stars. It was with this thought, she slowly began to drift off into the churning abyss of an unresting sleep. - She woke with her sisters name on her lips, a gasping questioning cry which barely formed as a whisper on her lips. The sun had not risen but the sky was turning softly paler, swirling and distant clouds danced in the dawn sunshine with a slight drizzle falling on her face. The others- Ty, Geo and Abel- were stirring too, slowly and steady as they rubbed sleep from their eyes with shaking unnerved hands. Gabrielle wanted to wish them good morning but she couldn't muster the words. She knew that there was nothing good about today. Only two deaths on day one meant that the Capitol would be displeased, bored of the barely mediocre death count. Her stomach sank at the thought of the Gamemakers planning traps and tricks to entertain the people of the Capitol and, even, the upper districts. Give them a show. The last words her escort had spoken to her; this was more than just a performance. The young girl got to her feet, gathering her treasures in her various pockets. Buddy, worn yet smiling, peered out at her from her inner breast pocket with his mismatched eyes and button nose. Her lips curled very slightly into a small, indistinguishable smile at her friend. When she was small, Buddy could make her grin widely, even when she was sad. Even now he could tease a smile from her. She looked up to the boys, all of whom were beginning to move slowly away from the clock tower and towards a dense hole in the ground. The sight of it made Garbeille nervous, and the sight into the darkness of the sewers made her even more so. The darkness seemed, never ending, a vast abyss of blackness, a void into nothingness. Her stomach churned emptily as she closed her eyes tightly as the others clambered into the sewers; she waited a moment before she stepped in after them. Her feet landed with a splash, water lapping neatly at her ankles. For a moment, she was in darkness. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, the darkness wrapping its tendrils around her bones and soul until Abel set his weapon alight. The flames licked at the air and cast great and ghastly shadows across the walls, the sight of which made her gasp. The shadows stood still, motionless against the wall of the sewer. Then they were joined by larger, menacing creature like shadows. The sound of scurrying and squeaking echoed through the cave and Gabrielle found her gaze shifting from the shadows and into the dimly lit tunnel ahead. A screamed passed through her lips at the sight, or at least the outlines, of ghastly beasts almost as tall as Tybalt. They towered over her, her measly 5 foot 3 height, with their long snouts sniffing the air around them; as the creeped into the light of Abel’s makeshift torch she clamped her hands over her mouth tightly to surpress the scream growing any louder. They’re….. “Rats!!” she yelled, her eyes widening at the sight of the mammoth rodents that sped towards them. She drew a knife, holding it in her hand as she drew her arm backwards ready to throw. Her brain did not hesitate, her brain did not register they were living and breathing creatures. They were unlike any creatures she had seen or read about in her sister's books; they did not matter to her. They are monsters.. [Gabrielle O’Dale attacks Tankard Rat #2 with Throwing Knife] aGUwZfw5throwing knife [9014 -- Miss -- 0 damage]

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[nell locke d5m [sitter]]

filler #1

[attacks rat #2 with bow]
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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Drunk.
As confused as the rat often was, he could smell whenever there was something wrong in his territory. Though he wasn’t the smartest of rats, he knew that there was someone, something lurking in the shadows, just around the corner, and he brought his nose up to the air and sniffed, giant whiskers grazing the side of the wall as he turned his head.

It smelled like flesh, it smelled like blood..

The rat bared its teeth and looked back at its companion - a slightly smaller rat who was more accustomed to following than leading – and turned to eye the turn in the tunnel, hardly daring to move in case the creatures heard him.

All control was lost a moment later as his aggression forced him ahead, running on all fours as he let out a high-pitched screeching sound, the only kind of battle cry that the rat understood. He saw the figures ahead, plain as day, but he shied away from the flames. He could feel their claws tear into his flesh, and he cried out, lashing out with his teeth at the nearest creature.

Drunk attacks Geo, teeth (knife)
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2138 -- Deep Gash on Left Bicep -- 8.0 damage
(Knife)

Hungover
Compared to his aggressive companion, this rat was much older; the fur around his nose was mixed with gray, and he walked with his head low to the ground, more unassuming and less threatening than the rat he followed around. In truth, the old rat was phased by the difficulties he’d faced in keeping control of his territory, and long ago he’d surrendered to the younger rat rather than face death.

As a team, they were productive; the older rat knew the layout of the tunnels better than his companion, and when it was time for a fight, the younger was more adept at defending the territory. But oh, nothing could rival the two as a pair, and they were rulers in their own right, holding their own land underneath the surface and defending it with all their power.

They were an efficient team, but the older rat was weary.

When his companion stuck his nose in the air and sniffed for danger, the older rat’s heart started to pound, and he could feel the flickers of aggression from his wild youth start to take hold.

He felt worried, and that was enough to make even him dangerous. Weary as he was, he stepped forward and followed his companion step by step, throwing himself toward the threat as he’d done all too many times before.

Hungover attacks Tybalt, teeth (knife)
knife
2180 -- Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage
(Knife)

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[ghosty]

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[presto] [/presto]

Abel MacLaren crossing your heart and hoping Hopefully, Sam won't see me as a monster after seeing this, cos I sure as hell can't imagine him not watching this in every single possible second. He must be seeing me try to beat a giant rat senseless with a lump of flaming pipe, and not seeing his brother. His normally innocent brother. Even as the armour on my chest reminds me that he doesn't think that, that he'd still gift me something so important, to help save my life. That I'm still a monster worth saving. And then, they begin to attack against us, their teeth glinting in the orange flicker of my fire. First, one gets Geo's leg, and blood sprays out everywhere, and a gauge is there, even in the low light levels of the sewers. And the boy from One, a tiny nick on his left arm. Barely even bleeding. But something tells me that he's had much, much worse than this in the past. And now, the smell of cooking meat, burning flesh fills my head, and I don't feel right anymore. I'm becoming a torturer, a murderer of animals, which aren't their fault of being here. And living up to that, I turn towards them again, anger of hurting my friends, and swing again towards them. [attacks Rat #2 with flaming lead pipe] tsHLaaGZblunt 1-50 [miss] [extinguised]

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Now that Abel's light source has gone out, the tributes' attacks in this fight are now random. Note that the Tankard Rats will not attack randomly because they're very accustomed to the darkness.

[*roll range="1-6"]

1 = Abel MacLaren
2 = Geo Venn
3 = Gabrielle O'Dale
4 = Tybalt Capulet
5 = Tankard Rat 1 [Drunk]
6 = Tankard Rat 2 (Hungover)

If you roll your own tribute, please put another roll beneath it to re-roll.

[mat]

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[presto] [/presto]

Geo Venn Abel and I both attempt to hurt the same rat. His light source burns the rat, but only makes a small wound. While mine surprisingly stabs right into its chest. When I rip out the knife, I smile. I won’t be eaten today, not if I have anything to do about it. Gabrielle’s knife flies to one of the mutts, but it doesn’t seem to hit either. I quickly look over to see Abel, fighting like any humans would against things like this. His fire in his blunt it still standing, but it could burn out at any second. I ready my knife once more as an arrow flies. Where it lands, I don’t know or cares to know. Until someone or something is dead, not much matters to me besides myself and trying to have a lack of fear. I try not to fear these creatures, but the plague they bring is unbearable. You better be proud of yourself, Geo. I can’t say that I am. Kameron would be proud. So would Dad. They mean nothing to me. They really should, because they’re probably screaming at you because these thing are fighting back. I look as they do begin to attack us back. The one I stabbed violently lashed back out at me, biting into my leg with his razor-sharp teeth. I let out a short lived scream as my first wound hurts like hell. I don’t want these mutts to live now that they are trying to hurt us. ”Don’t you have somewhere else to be, mutts?!” I spit out, and now I finally find the right words. Can’t they just go fuck their own asses? I’m not too sure it makes sense, but in the middle of a battle, sense means nothing. Nobody cares what you say because the commentators are too loud. You can’t hear a single damn word we say. There are probably going to be plenty of fights today, and I can only hope that this one will be in the favor of four tributes. My arms shake. This has to be the longest time I haven’t been without the least bit of food. I’ve been hungry, but I guess this is why they call it the Hunger Games. My feet wish they could have the rest and relaxation of when we were above ground, but you have success and suffering in order to truly succeed. I think they like us. But then the light burns out of Abel’s weapon and the sewer fades back into darkness. I hear Gabrielle begin to call out all of our names, but I stay quiet, hoping that if we’re lucky, the rats can’t see well in the dark. The wound that was made only seconds before still stings, and the darkness makes it difficult to navigate, but it would never stop me from fighting now. It will never stop me from doing what I have to do. It will never stop me from trying to survive. At least for a little longer. I can’t hold back any more words, ”Monsters never last to the end of a good story.” I say, hoping that we can leave soon and find a bit of peace. I swing the knife, hoping that it hits a rat instead of these people. [attacks the darkness with switchblade] bHeh4kW0”1-6” BUBBA (aka Drunk) knife 2006 -- Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage

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[ali]

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[presto] [/presto]

Gabrielle O'Dale She. Missed. She watched as her knife tumbled through the air with acrobatic skill, before hitting the wall and dropping to the sidewalk. Gabrielle's shoulders dropped in disapointment and then she watched the rats attacked Geo and then Tybalt, with varying speed and skill, like ravaged beast they went at the two boys.  Tears welled in her eyes as she saw blood, wounds and cuts. She repressed a scream that formed in her chest, she didn't let it escape. She inhaled and watched as Abel- the youngest- lunged forward, swinging his weapon a blaze at the creature. He missed, then the light vanished. The flames were extingushed, the golden glow blinked out suddenly and they were all suddenly thrown into a dark abyss of the unknown. It was clostrphobic, the darkness tightened around her like a vice and she found herself struggling to breath. Gabrielle was not afraid of the dark, but this was different. There were true monsters in this blackness, the swirling void of nothing, and she couldn't see where they were and that terrified her. She suddenly understood why Brienne- a young woman by age- had to still sleep with a night light on.  She fumbled for a knife, her hands finding the hilt of one. Her hearing was good but she couldn't tell who was who and where her friends were. She began to panic, it boiled beneath her skin and set fire to her bones. It felt as if a thousand ants crawled beneath her body, through her veins, and she wanted rid of it.  Gabrielle froze for a moment, before she threw her knife into the void. [Gabrielle O’Dale attacks the darkness  with Throwing Knife] BooK8inGthrowing knife [9037 -- Knife in back -- 6.5 damage] 1-6 1-6 1-6 [victim]

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[nell locke d5m [sitter]]

filler #2

[attacks the darkness with bow]
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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Hungover.

She killed him.

The rat could see the girl in the darkness, and he took a moment to study her as his comrade fell to the ground. The younger rat was bloody and weak for the first time since their unlikely partnership began, and it was odd to see him falter so; the older rat eyed his companion’s corpse with bewilderment before he turned his eye back on the terrible creatures ahead.

The girl looked weak, and for the first time in months, the rat felt an undying need to defend his territory. He did not shy away from their weapons and run like he should have, because he was far beyond the point of self-preservation. This was an attack based purely on loyalty, even in death, and he would slaughter anyone who dared to face him.

Though he was old, he was loyal, and he would fight till the end.

Hungover attacks Gabrielle, Teeth (knife)
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2194 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage
(Knife)

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[ghosty]

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[presto] [/presto]

Abel MacLaren crossing your heart and hoping I knew that the moment that the flame went out on the pipe, that we were now at a major disadvantage. No more were we in control, but on the backfoot. And hearing everyone's reactions, especially Gabi's shocked me. We didn't know where anyone was, but it was safe to assume that the rats knew our every move, the tiny pinpricks of light darting left, right, everywhere. And someone swings a weapon beside me, Geo probably. He was the nearest by the time the orange flicker of light disappeared. And a whizz of air followed, a weapon too small to be an arrow, probably one of Gabi's knives. An awful screech emanated, and echoed in front of me, an unnaturally high scream. One of the rats was down, and I almost cheered. We were back ahead. And behind me, I hear an arrow notched, and duck, about to call, "He's about to shoot an arrow!" towards Geo, but it was too late. A shout out from him later, I knew that the arrow went towards Geo, not towards the monsters in front of him and I. Sensing a chance, I call out to everyone, "We need to go, now! Before someon' else gets hit real bad, by them or us." And I do just that, making sure that my bag was strapped to me, and I ran. Away from the snuffling, and the smell of slightly singed flesh. Sickening, but it reminded me of home, of meat in the market being left in the sun too long. Hearing steps behind me, I try and lead everyone back towards the ladder we came out of. And the tunnels had no defining feature, and we got lost. And stopping, I call out again, the voice I call my own echoing back faster and louder than before. "'ere's as good a place as any, ain't it?" And hopefully, no other thing will torment us in the darkness. [abel flees the fight] [abel uses first aid on geo for -3]

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Geo Venn A shriek of a rat echoes through the sewers. I suppose it means I hit the rat, because a thump takes to the ground almost seconds after I stabbed into something. I take a few steps back and run the other way, but something is jabbed right in the back and I squeal once again, so helpless. It sticks onto me, so it must have been from an ally, a friend. If they knew where they were aiming, it definitely shows how much of a friend they are. My feet stomp on the concrete ground as I run blindly to try and find where Abel, Gabrielle, or Tybalt are. Although Abel and Gabrielle are ideal to find, it would be good to have Tybalt, a man rich in strength, to be with. It’s better than being lost. Abel’s sweet accent leads me to run in the same direction as him. You should be proud of how you performed against these mutts, Geo. I’m not, but at least they didn’t eat me out alive. [geo flees.] [geo uses f/a on self] [other stuff possibly to come]

[ali]

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[presto] [/presto]

Gabrielle O'Dale Through the darkness, a beast bounded after its fallen comrade fell with a thud into the trickling water. Garbeille did not see it coming, only heard its footsteps as it galloped towards her and attacked. She screamed, yelping as the creature caught her leg with its teeth. The pain was sudden, sharp but it still caused tears to form in her eyes. "BRIENNE!" she called for her sister, even though she wasn't here to save her. Not like she had before. Gabreille heard her friends running away, all of them, away from the fight shouting for everyone else to follow. With blood running down her legs, dampening her trousers, she had no choice but to follow. She turned, retrieving the knife that had missed, before she ran off into the darkness. [Gabrielle flees current fight] [Gabrielle collects the knives she used to kill the rats] [Gabrielle uses f/a on Geo Venn] [Gabrielle collects a jug of water]

[nell locke d5m [sitter]]

filler flee

please work xD

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[Tybalt flees the mandate]

[Tybalt uses f/a on self for -3]

[Tybalt collects arrows shot]

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