End Of The Rails // Triplets vs Levaithans Day 3

[brad bradford ★ d5b [arx]]

Simon Karnes

I scream. Not because there is another cut that I can’t feel on my leg, but because I see my fingers rolling around on the floor of the train car. “Shit,” I murmur, my senses telling me to flee and to flee right fucking now. I roll onto the ground, my nose jamming into the ground with a force that I am sure has broken it into pieces. “Fuck.”

I begin to crawl my way towards a separate train car while the others seem to be preoccupied with yelling at eachother. Pointing fingers and tossing blame around in a circle for Rowan’s death and for the knives flying in their ally’s direction. They sound like children.

But I guess that is what we are isn’t it? Just kids. Snotty nosed, whiny ass kids with nothing but naivety and hope. Both a curse and a blessing.

I should respect that, be understanding of that fact, but--- “I KILLED HER! I DID IT I ADMIT IT! ARE YA HAPPY NOW!” --- I flip over onto my back and sit myself up so that I’m looking across the train car filled with blood and fear and rage.

“Alright you whiny little bitch,” I say, using my middle finger to point in the angry, screaming boys direction. “How about you shut the fuck up and walk the talk, huh?”

”Go on, jab that switch of yours into my eye you little shit!” I say, screaming at the boy who was previously talking to Kiena, or rather, yelling at Kiena. First pleading his case and then suddenly admitting to love the feeling of the kill. Well here I am, sitting hopeless on the bloody floor of the train car, calling him out. “Or I swear to Ripred I will jam every last one of these throwing knives into one of your pretty little allies’ skulls.”

I wind up with my third knife.

“And thoroughly enjoy it.”

[Simon attacks Rhyme with Shuriken #3]
3ZS8svdmthrowing knife
[Miss -- 0.0 damage]
[okay well angry, dying Simon can't hit shit whoops]

throwing knife

[Stare]

FILLER I'm so sorry I'm at a concert D: But Key is PISSED and raging on the inside but on the outside she's just neutral and empty etc etc

"Killer or not, you'll always be a coward, Kirito."

(Kiena attacks Rhyme with Shurikan [3])
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(result, dp)throwing knife

[Avalon]

stella summit

district seven

let the skyfall
when it crumbles

---

One- Two- 
Two lashes towards me with words that make their attempt to slither and seep into my skin. They throw their words at us like knives, laced with poison, but little did they know, we're stronger than to let mere needle's penetrate the skin. And while my last two attacks missed, I wasn't going to give up so easily.


I've lived with a struggle my entire life. One that would push me in different directions, twists and turns. And while life pulled some left and right, I was dragged along the sides and given a wild ride that one couldn't relive to tell the tales. But I can. Because I am stronger than that.


My attention goes for a mix when the girl from District Eight, who I remember very vividly, Imp, rips open her vest. Her bare chest becomes exposed in my very eyes and it throws me for a slight loop as to what in her unstable mind was she thinking. For I remember back to the rooftop, where the only thing that didn't kiss my lips were the lights that illuminated the Capitol streets. But they were also hers, and the poison that I once tasted in my mouth returns with a wretched form of a girl who spat harmless words in my direction.

“I’m stealing my freedom back!”
 
“You stole my heart.”

"I'm sorry darlin, you where a hot piece if ass, but I have no use for you anymore."

The words churn in my mind, and I can comprehend what she's saying very well. For it registers in my mind that she never once cared for the lip locked secrets that we shared among the rooftop. And while I couldn't set the blame on her for saying such things, I didn't care enough to bother with them anyway.

"Good."

Her smirk finds it's way upon my face, and all that matters at the moment is saving my allies- my family from the grasp of death that beckoned a very important one. Simon. I wasn't ready to let him go, and I refused to, for these past few days he's been one of the only few people that meant something to me. And in that moment my attention is shifted from the girl, to simon, to the crimson scarlet beads that scattered like dew upon a web along my forearm. It stung like hell, but I couldn't be bothered to deal with such a measly injury in the midst of a situation that determines life and death.


A frenzy grows from a wildfire that was sparked and flickered into existence. A wildfire that burns the forests of district seven, until it seeks it's one single target. One that burns rapidly, demolishing everything in existence that has even the slightest nerve to pass. It cannot be extinguished with even the most valiant efforts, for it is eternal.

[stella attacks imp with spear]

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[result]
3099 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage

---

we will stand tall
face it all together
at skyfall

table by anzie

spear

[*]

Salt. Sweat, blood and salt taints Olivia's taste buds. Hatred glares from her darkened eyes with each blow and cut that colors the spear's head. She couldn't care less as to whom she would strike down with her spear. All that seemed to be running through her mind, and wandering eyes over to Rhyme was how mangled and bloody she was becoming. Such pain was she feeling for the tribute standing nearest to her. She was the strongest of them all. She was literally taking every piece of damage with the utmost beauty and with just as much power, she gave it back. Admiration for the blond runs deep for some strange reason and for those reasons, she keeps attacking the hell out of the one who dared to touch her first.

"What did I FUCKING say, kid? Leave. Her. The. Fuck. Alone." Olivia's body suddenly stood rigid with one more movement from the enemy. Just like that, the whole scene began to taint her once precious mind.

The shurikan embeds itself deep into Rhymes cheek, causing redness to pour from the wound. The metal glinting off from the light outside flickers to her eyes and Olivia's mouth drops. Everything from around her stops. The train is still and moments of quiet invade Olivia's mind.

"No." Her lips part with the word that barely escapes her lips. She don't even take notice of the boy whose starting to lose it, if he hadn't already. He was of no concern to her. He was merely a pebble in her shoe compared to how she felt toward Rhyme. A look to Imp told off.

"KILL HER." She screamed toward Imp and watched in horror as her other ally gets attacked, and then glared back to Simon. "This one is mine!"

[Attacks Simon with skill Spear]
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Stabbed in Thigh -- 8.5 damage

[/quote]
spear

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

My body moves to the drum

but my mind is always still

Screaming. Only blurred shouts and dark blood devours this speedy train cart. I intently watch as Kirito ransacks two of Simon’s fingers. Little grudge against the fingers we’ve lost? A laugh escapes through my lips, past the pain overwhelming my throat. If this is it for me, I refuse to be ingested by the darkness piloting the ones around me. Only corny nursery rhymes ring through my head, numbing the yells and my wounds. He’s going to die. I’m going to die. Twenty-three of us are going to die. Why be mentally destroyed as well? Why be shattered by each other when it was the Capitol that created this?

Then my attention is completely pulled over to Imp. Her shirt rips to expose her chest, and she rages on about stealing her freedom back. Apparently I wasn’t the one to successfully capture her heart. What a shame. Least she can be humorous as well though. More chuckles shake my neck; pouring more warm blood to soak against my hand. It’s official. I’ve lost it. Or maybe I never had it to begin with? Floating through the Bloodbath unscratched made me think I did, but clearly I was mistaken. Another blade swirls past my vision, avoiding my actual body once again. And again the second attacker strikes precisely.

Giggles continue anyways. Not sure what’s so damn comedic, but I can’t stop. As Olivia struts confidently with her demands on not touching me, I get louder. I refuse to be enveloped and display my damage, making my snickers as the only remaining option. “Sex, drugs, & rock & roll.” I cough out despite my tightening throat, and stinging cheeks. “Speed, weed, & birth control.” Floats past my tongue. “Life’s a bitch, & then you die. So fuck the Panem, & lets get high.” That used to be the only way I could yank Ruckus onto my level. Probably won’t have much effect here. But if those are my last words, I want them to be perfect. Don’t hate me after I die Ruckus.

Bitch. A spear glides across Imp’s back. Clearly my warning attacks weren’t good enough for her. Kirito and Olivia are fighting my battle, which means I have to fight Imp’s. If I’m going to be erased from this encounter, they sure as hell can’t take her to. “Bros before hoes!” I demand while my blade rips through the violent air.

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{Rhyme Morales Attacks Stella with high-heels Knife}

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2194 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage
(Knife)knife

[grim.]

filler because i suck tbh

{Imp attacks Stella, with Bow}
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result

4152 -- Arrow Deep in Chest -- 9.0 damage

(Bow)

bow

[Arrows]

- Kirito Miristioma -

"Even when you think you have lost yourself, remember why you are here.."

Oh how quickly the scene had changed from simple blood spraying attack after attack to horror striping the faces of Kiri's foes. The sound of a fearsome canon bellowed as the true sign that the boy from ten had lived out his final moments. Kiri's blade still dripped with the scarlet life that was once his. As much as Kirito might have thought that he should feel bad Kiri didn't. Just like Key Kiri knew it was kill or be killed and right now he was eyeing up that very red haired girl.

Kiri remembered how fondly Kirito thought of her from their simple night on the top of the center. However this would be the perfect test to see just how free Kiri was from the light he once was bathed in. Who knows perhaps even Kirito's brother would be watching to see just how much of a real demon his brother had become. Then again that was to be expected considering these were the games after all. No one, especially not weak healers like Kirito stayed the same.

Another arrow soared from the usually less than accurate Imp Stole in which Kiri actual grinned at what he saw. "Not as shitty as ya usually are!" He called out with a dark grin smearing across his smug cheeks. Blood from Kiri's blade slipped gently over the handle entrancing his fingers in its cooling warmth. It was a reminder of what Kiri still had to do. More death had to be given. 

Once again Kiri found himself positioning himself closer and closer to his prey. He was the hunter just as he was meant to be. Ever since his blade had been dipped in the dark pool of death. Kiri had to admit Key was quite good at covering herself yet not everyone was perfect forever. So when a blind spot finally allowed Kiri to move swiftly forward he didn't hesitate on diving towards her.

Adrenaline surged through his veins as the steal tip of his red soaked blade glinted through the tension of the air. Kill, kill, it seemed to whisper as it flew and Kiri only urged it to fly faster. To cut deeper. Kirito may not have been anywhere near the alpha predator Kiri was but now it was time to show that the new "Kirito" was better than the last. The games were survival of the fittest, then his blade took its final rush towards her. 

Kirito Attacks Kiena Ward with his Switchblade
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{Shallow Cut on Right Hip -- 3.5 damage}

knife

[Stare]

34:59:36OO

'cause it's the time to fight
and not the time to fall
you will soon ignite
no running anymore

Another filler guys I am so sorry but I do promise they will be filled. Key is absolutely devastated. Eventually she pulls herself together enough to look Kirito dead in the eye and say, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I think she might start crying? Maybe. But she doesn't really realize it, she's still trying so hard to be like a machine. Just before she attacks she looks at them all and says, "You've killed me enough for one day. Now it's my turn."

there's nothing left to lose
and everything to find
do it now before
you're out of time

[Kiena attacks Rhyme with Shuriken (4)]
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[deep gash on hand, 7.5]

throwing knife

[Avalon]

stella summit

district seven

let the skyfall
when it crumbles

---

One- Two- Three-
Three strikes had been taken, and it all comes tumbling down far too quickly. My mind races alongside my thoughts, and I can't focus on either or. All I knew was that the tip of my spear had successfully sliced open the back of the girl who I once thought cared. It was foolish of me to think of such a thing. The girl holds deceit in her eyes, and an unstable mind. I was never one to believe that anyone cared, but simply only wanted to know from the curiosity that controlled, hidden by a theater curtain, that was only shown true when the beholder opened them up.


Living off a three count life, everything flashes before my eyes, and the slight burn flares in my veins. Drawing my attention to the shallow cut that rested upon my flesh along my left calf. The pain was followed by the silhouette of a girl that was close to tasting the bitterness of death, and for that I pity her. Feeling no real remorse for the girl who claims to be from the career district of one, I couldn't see that as possible. She's really made her district look even more pathetic then.


One- Two-
My mind repeats the same counts over and over to itself, only to be broken by something that demands attention.

["Stella, you better be in your fucking bed when I get up there!"]

My voice utters nothing in response as the footsteps of a man who once was creak the floorboard under. The louder and louder they grew I felt the world push me down under my blanket. And it was in that moment that I had felt the suffocating embrace, the little air I had been capable of taking in were sucked dry out of me. The knob replaces the hole in the door and for a second silence is replaced by the jingling of old, rusty keys out of his back pocket. Scrambling through his drunken state, symbolized by the beer burp that passes his lips, the key finally slips through the hole beneath. Slamming down and loud stomps among the wooden flooring beneath the two of us, the man buries his hatchet into my flesh. The stinging sensation sent tears through my eyes and what came with them was the red marking that state the obvious words of-

["Daddy! Daddy stop, please!"]

Three-
The words and breaths slip from my lungs and the hatchet is buried once again. It hurdles me back to the present, and out of the doomed past that had marked it's ending on me in due time. My chest heaves and my body thrashes slightly and the burning sensation is replaced by one that I couldn't even comprehend. It was all happening at once, and as I look down the shaft of an arrow pokes out from my chest cavity. And I freeze. Blood drips crimson red, staining my shirt in an array of flowers that bloom through the blood. "Don't you love watercolor, Stella! Isn't it so pretty?"


Gasps are the only things that escape my lips, and drops of tears manage to push themselves from my eyes, exactly one- two- of  each of them. For the third is an action that brings me to the back of the cart, next to Simon, who lays by his lonesome. In my peripheral the body of the blonde haired girl falls to the ground, and I could tell her time ran out. But I simply don't care for her, and she is better off dead than alive anyway, for all I care about is Kiena and Rowan and Simon and Sue and Wyatt and Noah and Maya and everyone else can rot in hell.

"We gotta go, Simon. Please stay with me, we can make it out here alive."

My words come out desperately in an attempt to assure him that everything will be okay. As long as he takes my hand and we all run away from it all, for we will face the world together. We are one. We are friends. We are a family. And in a family, one that I never once truly had, we all stick together and no one will be left behind. 


And it hasn't hit me yet in the least bit, for there could always be light in even the darkest times. For I refuse to leave him in the dark, while the fire that has flickered within can illuminate the way for all of us. One- Two- Two tears drop from each eye. One for Rowan and one for Simon.

"Please don't leave me- not this soon-"

"Please-"

[stella flees from the fight with poor dying simon]

---

we will stand tall
face it all together
at skyfall

table by anzie

[*]

Lights seem to flash before her eyes. Not of death, but of life. She watched the young boy in front of her fall to his death after the end of her weapon pierced his body. He fell and then just like the the seconds that she spent with him were gone. It was time to focus on someone else because in an instant there was more death. More hate...

"Rhyme..." Choked on her own words, blind rage only takes over and she forces the spear to avenge the death of someone she had been so close to. Her mouth opening and closing as fast as her legs were taking her to the one that had no chance of fleeing. Not from the likes of someone who is completely out of control. "You touched her. You hurt her. Rhyme... don't die. Don't..."

((Tons of feelsy things will be here when I get sleep. Half filler/half not filler))


[Olivia attacks Kiena with skill Spear]
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[Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage]

[/quote]
spear

[grim.]

I stg my last filler XD, this will b fille din soon enough lmao just the bed calls my name

{Imp attacks Kiena, with Bow}
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result
4150 -- Arrow in Stomach -- 6.5 damage

(Bow)

GAMEMAKER EDIT: This attack doesn't count because the 2-attack rule is still in place. The round begins again with Kirito, who may attack Kiena, as per the rules.
bow

[Arrows]

So sorry in between practices and I am insanely busy so I will be fillering this post but promise to feel in all the insanity later tonight hopefully!

Also Kiri yells this to Key "The same thing that is fuckin' wrong with everyone still alive in here! I want to survive not die!"

Kirito Miristioma Attacks Kiena Ward With His Switchblade
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{Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage}knife

[Stare]

35:00:00OO

darkness rises in all you do
standing and drawn across the room
spatial movements are butterflies
shadows scatter without a fire

Ripred, all I wanted to do was fly.

My hands are shaking, the blood sticky and hot as it glides into the lines on my palms. Every breath I take is staggering, my movements unsteady. Unhinged. Clockwork. It’s just like clockwork. The hit wasn’t even to a vital part - perhaps that would have been quicker, more efficient, but I am not feeling nearly as merciful as I was when I demonstrated my mindset to the Gamemakers. This will be more slow, the mechanism losing the fuel it needs to properly function. It turns the entire system against itself as it tries desperately to save itself, killing itself in the process. Herself. Because I have not just dismembered a machine. I killed a human being. A girl.

I never wanted this. Hell, did any of us? Only the Careers look out their windows and dream of death and destruction, of chaos and glory and a crown. But I’m no Career. I dreamt of the stars. I dreamt of chasing the clouds, of tasting sunlight on silver wings. It would have meant freedom that always anchored me to the earth even when I climbed to the highest platform and stood on the tips of my toes with my arms extended, straining to feel the wind and see something more than the smog that inhabited our streets. I was always trying to get as high as I possibly could, stretching my fingers to the ether.

It wasn’t until Reaping day that I fell, and when I did I shattered into a million pieces. My future became as dark as the gaps between the stars, the present stained as red as the dawn before a storm. And this is where the path always leads. I’ve seen it before. All of Panem’s seen it before. I am nothing special, just another innocent who came to carry the weight of a life on their shoulders.

It all surges forward suddenly. She probably had a family. She probably had friends. I shut it down just as quickly as it starts. It’s just clockwork, that’s all. We all have family and we all have friends and some of them are dying right before our eyes in this Arena, but that makes no difference because twenty three of us are going to be slaughtered no matter how many people care about us. It was never a matter of who we were but always a matter of who we are now. There are only a few among us who are not monsters, and those are the ones who are already in boxes and on their way home.

My eyes dart toward Stella and Simon. He’s gone. I know he is. But I don’t want his final breaths to be here in a place of revenge and insanity. If there’s one thing I can fix in this mad place where everything is broken, I want it to be that. My mouth gapes open to shout at them. “Stella - ” She doesn’t need to hear anything else. She’s gone, taking him with her, and it becomes a little easier to breathe. Only a little, though.

“Her vital parts will start failing her soon,” I tell them, drawing back. “All essential functions will slow and eventually stop. She’ll be in pain and you’ll want to fix her. You won’t be able to.” I don’t know if I’m talking about the girl who will die today or the girl who died before all this, who faded away while she was lying in my lap. See you soon. I swipe at the drying tears on my face, smearing blood across it in the process. This is how it feels. I glance back over my shoulder for a single instant. I swear I feel something sharp angle into my chest. “The same will happen with him.”

Clockwork.

My jaw sets. The Games are a machine. No matter what I do or how I feel, they will always work the same way. It’s better to accept the reality that this machine produces monsters than to hide in the fantasy that I can somehow resist that transformation.

I glare at Kirito. “Cowards don’t deserve mercy.” A pause, and my eyes dart toward the dying girl. For a moment, I swear I see Rowan. My expression falters, and then the girl is back and I become resolute. “But I’ll give it to you anyway. Just this once.” With that I turn and follow Stella and Simon, gripping my shuriken so tightly that it trembles. The girl's blood leaks onto my fingertips, staining them scarlet.

There will be no flying after this.

there's never been bad
there has always been truth
muted whisper
of the things she'll move

[Kiena takes Rhyme's Lamp Curry MRE, Gas Lamp, Empty Water Jug, Full Water Jug, Knife, Antivenom, 10ft of Bandages, and Clocktower Statue]
[Kiena flees]

[*]

Olivia's spear made it's mark. With those final words to the enemy in front of her, she set out to kill him for harming the blond. The quick movement with the spear was over in a flash, and her spear had began seperating the young man from this world. In the minutes that passed as she took care of the boys things, the fight had taken a severe turn for the worst and when Olivia turned around, the site of her alliance member made her skin pale and her lips parted in disbelief.

"Shit."

Time seemed to stand still and as the other chick from the alliance took a death defying blow to Rhyme. Even though she seemed to fight back with a mighty hand, it didn't last. They started to flee, taking their fallen ally and left them to their own. Water pooled at the bottom of Olivia's eyes, threatening to fall, but they never fled.

"COWARDS..." Olivia screamed after the pair, as they fled their current part of the train, taking their leave from the fight that caused a death to rattle her nerves. With shaking fingers, she watched as Imp pulled Rhyme away from the puddle of blood that was beginning to form around her body. The sight of her mangled self was that of torture. "Imp... hurry! Kirito... help us!"

She looked over to Kirito, wondering if the sight of her dying body was going to trigger yet another mood swing or if it was going to alter him anymore than he already was since the bloodbath. "I'll shut the door..."

Fighting to stay calm, she let the others pass and she shut the door and turning back around, she let the spear fall from her weak fingers.

"Rhyme..."
______________________
-Flees mandated fight
-Uses First aid for -3
-Collects 10 throwing shurikens, 2 full water bottles, 2 bundles of medicinal plants, 3 n/t (6 uses), 3 iodine tablets, Tonkotsu Ramen MRE, 20ft. of bandages and duct tape from Simon

[grim.]

The girl from seven sprints into a seperate boxcar, the girl from three following close behind. They didn't want to fight anymore. The bloodshed was too much, and I agree there was no need for more. GOD DAMN IT RHYME, I SAID PULL THROUGH!!! I look to her body lying in a pool of her own blood. She was dead, Olivia trying to bandage her was useless, she was being stupid. But it didn't matter, because we needed to get out of here, she was dying but I had nothing to say. Nothing that I found would be of any use to her. I look at the blood splatter on the walls, like a painting worth thousands. We had maid our very own portrait of this place, if only the supplies didn't come at the cost of death. I glance over at Rhyme again, I couldn't look at her. She had the nerve to leave us like that. What would I do with out my sexy piece of eye candy? My mind begins to thump, my heart racing. We needed to find sanction before anything else. Rhyme didn't deserve to die in a pool of her own blood. I wouldn't allow it, not like my father, what happened to him was coming to him. His actions made for a bargain he wasn't willing to pay. I walk over to Rhyme, unable to look her in the eyes, or even try to comprehend her words. I grab her from under the shoulders, pulling her to a separate part of the train. She still looked a wreck, but at least she wouldn't be sitting in the crimson that leaked form her body. Why was I still living? I was the one that wanted death, yet I have been deprived. I regret never jumping form that rooftop, it would have made all of this so much easier. But of course I would want easy, I was too weak to fight.

OOC Notes
{Imp flees the current fight}
{Imp uses f/a on self for -3}
{drinks full water bottle}
result

made by anzie