i've got a bone to pick with you || housewives vs skeletons

[ulysses d11 tribsit]

[presto][/presto]

s o l .

Sol Shim had awoken that day to expect his two brothers jumping up upon his bed, a playful giggle to escape their lips as they rejoiced in the holiday that everyone passed at least once a year. (“Wake up, wake up, Sol! It’s your birthday!”) And he would awake, jolting up from the very spot where he expected his mother, sooner or later to call out to him. (“Sol, your breakfast is ready!”) The male would sooner or later due to the name that had called he find himself rolling on out of bed. His brothers, by his side asking him as frequently as they could of what he wished for his birthday. Though, as the tale had been told, he would not tell. Wishes that had been told would never come true!

His brothers would watch him with eyes of wonder, eyes glinting and shrieking the pure excitement that it was their brother’s birthday. Today, he could say that he had lived another year. But what may be another year lived could be the first day that he had landed on the death that had claimed everyone at least sometime in their life. The time where all of the world would come to a halt; there would be a single breath to remain of those that had escaped the lips and they would be gone- (though they are all gone by this point, aren’t they?)

And as he opened his eyes after sending a small wish like he had done every year before, he opened his eyes. They glinted with the excitement and happiness that would rarely fill most people in their life. Legends told that there was once a time in the world where more people were filled with peace rather than war, though most people failed to believe them.

He never dared to believe the stories he’s been told of the world being one of happiness and success, for all that populates this world is poverty and death in it’s purest form as those that live in the home of all this sadness get treated like kings and queens (though, they’re peasants who’ve been encased in the same belief of one turning against another like there is no past to them, that they’re not alike and the other is a monster they must kill).

His mother’s tales always fascinated him, though he was never sure if they were true.

So, taking the tales his mother had always told him he would keep his wishes silent. Sol had waited, the entire day for the wish to come true. He had waited years- months even. But why haven’t they come true? Have they just become a part of the fairy tales that he had been told? Or, are they just waiting? Waiting for that time in his life where everything seems to be down in the gutters and there was no difference between right and wrong?

Today, he had wished for another day to pass on by with a ever so kind whisper that called him, (“We live another day!”) but will he? Will him and the three people that have grown to become his closest allies in this life succeed to breath past another day? He is not one to tell the fortune of death, though the possibility of it hangs over their heads as if a shameful title were to be placed on them.

He had awoken in the home that they had engaged in their second attack in, placing the vengeance they had deep inside their resting minds onto those who have killed the souls of a young girl and boy- they’re forever locked away in a wooden coffin with no words or prayers to escape their lips for all hints of life that once were inside them have been relieved. As the game they play together that would not be friendly competition, it seemed to be alienated the further it would last. They would all grow apathetic of the world and people around them, for growing emotions towards another is useless for their survival.

Awaking the sleep from his eyes, rubbing the dusty sleepiness that hazed over his eyes would soon clear from his vision. A tide of arisen energy washing over him as he reveals himself from the spot he had just broken free from. Disillusioned from the thought of being in the home he once had been in before, the home where he had spent the last seventeen years in. He was empty of the history and horizon of being in a home where he’d forever be safe in. It was inferior to try and keep himself breathing when it would come to a close eventually- correct?

The smile on his face broke out of the clouds that planted on his face. He never expected his future to be locked away in the cell that would never release. What crime did he commit? Had he committed the crime of being one of Panem’s pawns in their game that he had started to play in?

A splosh echoed inside of his mind- there would be no time for him to prepare on this day that if he were to be at home, he’d be celebrating like he had normally. Grabbing his knife, he found his eyes landing on their prey- and for his first mentally determined action on his eighteenth birthday was to try and fight against the fate they’ve all grown intimate with.


[attacks skeleton warrior #1, knife]
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2165 -- Deep Gash on Stomach -- 9.0 damage 10.0 damage (+1 blades)

knife

[mat]

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[presto][/presto]

Atticus Manor When I returned back to my allies after an outburst, I remained silent. I did not cry, did not scream, didn't even mumble out the name I screamed just minutes before. I kept my distance from them before we went to sleep, and even then, I tried my hardest to stay away. I've never been a people pleaser, and now, as they all fall asleep, I realize why: I focus on one thing at a time, and avoid everything else. In order to make people happy, you have to multitask, and that's something I've never done well enough. The whole night I remain motionless, I don't swat at the bugs around me, I don't look over to see if my team is alright. All I do, is lay close and stare up at the sky. My king is up there now. Even though he was indeed a vicious soul, I believe he was good enough to make it. He didn't have any bad karma left after he died, I'm sure of it. I do not sleep at all on the second night, my thoughts wrapped around the fact that my king is gone forever, and I need to figure out who the heir to the throne will be. It can't be me, can it? I mean, I'm not good enough for the throne, there has to be somebody with more power than I. I let out a big sigh, trying to wrap my head around who exactly is left. Eryn, Sol, Nell, Astrid, and I are all alive for sure, and I don't recall seeing any of the four people I saw that first day. I regret not sticking with that girl. My odds could've been 1/18 instead of 1/19 at the start of the third day. My mouth is as dry as a desert, and my stomach grumbles, begging for the food I know I cannot supply. I may be starving, and that will drain my energy, but I'm not on the verge of death, yet. Rationing is something that is very important in the Games. You can't just eat or drink because you're hungry or thirsty. You have to eat and drink when you know it is either a life or death situation. Needing water may be an ordeal soon, but I feel confident considering we've picked up some water. Maybe Nell could boil it, or Sol or Astrid could put something in it to make things better. I had nothing that would help me get clean and safe-to-drink water. When the sun rises, we begin to trace our steps back to where we fought those four people {and almost killed one.} Maybe that will be a place of revenge, so I can surely know that Quadrys Lexig will not die forgotten. His story is long, and mine still needs to get longer. Finally, just like yesterday, we arrive to see some sort of enemy. Quickly, I gather my javelins and prepare to launch, hoping my alliance will do the same. Let's get ready to rumble.. I launch. Protect Quadrys' throne.. [atticus manor attacks skeleton warrior #1; javelin] VLWr4hsejavelin 15134 -- SHALLOW CUT ON STOMACH -- 4.0 damage made by ghosty

javelin

[Loony]

[googlefont="Kaushan Script:400"]

Nell Locke

The night was a small eternity.

The minutes stretched out, elongating themselves into the buzz of mosquitos and humidity. She sat in the muck silently, knees curled to beneath her chin, watching the stagnant water next to her as if it were a live circus. The smell was rancid, but she had long stopped caring about her senses. Her body ached, a flu-like weakness coursed through her veins, threatening to break her will. The picture of her younger self haunted her constantly, the omnipotent ghost that drove every action. She pulled her legs in tighter at the thought of the past, and was grateful for the anthem even if to just distract herself for a moment.

Delta Castley, District 9. Dead.
Quadrys Lexig, District 1. Dead.
Nell Locke. Alive.

Fact. It was just fact…

Andicus got up as soon as the last pixel had disappeared. He muttered some lame excuse from behind his mask, and disappeared into the dark. She heard him start to scream. He called for his friend, the boy from 1, but nothing would change the fact that he was alive and Quadrys was dead.

Fact.
Fact.
F a c t.

She turned away from his hollering, praying to a God she did not believe in that he wouldn’t attract enemies with his nonsense. They had better things to do than mourn the lost. She returned her stare to the moss on a log.

So, the minutes stretched on, and she sit still. She takes the first watch, then the second, then the third, and before falling asleep as moon began its descent. The waning moon was the last thing she saw and the waxing sun is the first thing she awoke to. It is a short but powerful nap, rejuvenating her to the point where she could function. But her throat is so damn dry that she almost cries out in pain when swallowing.

She vaguely remembers that today was Sully’s birthday, perhaps he had mentioned it on the train ride or training center. He is no longer younger than her, now 18 a “man” in some senses, but still a child. She smiles at him as he awoke, his blue eyes opening to his new world. But it fades quickly as she realizes how shitty it must be to be trapped in a hellhole like this swamp. She scoots over beside him, and puts an arm around his shoulder.

She is tempted to whisper a congratulations, but what was there to celebrate if it was in a place like this. She isn’t sure how the other two would react either, and fears of revealing something that he wanted to keep private. She searches for a moment, reaching into her hideous yellow bag for something to give to the male from her district. Her friend.

She found one of the measly roots she had plucked from the ground in the swamp, and handed it over to him with a nod. It wasn't much, but it was all she had worth anything. She then clapped him on his shoulder and stood up.

They packed their things silently. Not much to talk about, but Nell had fun laughing at all the bizarre things Astrid did. The girl proudly showed off her “word egg” to Nell. A semi spherical rock was not much to be impressed with but Nell feigned it. She enjoyed the girl’s strange presence. She shoved the canteens full of water into her bag, furious she couldn't sip it without the danger of getting deathly ill. She also broke off a bunch of branches from the nasty trees that surrounded them, aware that dry wood was rare in a humid place like this.

The my pushed through mud, away from the nastiness that was a mutt fight, and into the familiar lands of the swamp. The mud had filthied their bodies to the point where they practically blended into the environment.

When they saw figures in the distance, Nell took a deep breathe, and closed her eyes.

There she saw a younger self, innocent to the future.

This time, when she lunged, it was not for the future, but for the past.

[attacks Skeleton 2]
l0y48kAmspear
[Miss]

ACCURACY REROLL DAY 2
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[3127 -- Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage]spear�spear

[ali]

For Astrid, the night fell quickly. The blonde had remained quiet, eager to win the quiet game Nell had set out to play; though both Nell and Shim had both lost quickly and Astrid remained the champion as she always had. Her mother had made her play the game a lot when she was younger, when she was expected to still care for her child, and so the blonde was used to sitting quietly for countless hours on end; a time of which passed rarely quickly. Being quiet was dull, Astrid knew this, those hours spent almost silent by her mothers side were agitating, and more often than not ended with her squirming in her seat, yearning to talk. Tonight was no different, as she squirmed beneath the stars, wiggling her pool noodle in the air. The waters around her suddenly turned silver, as the air filled with the gentle tune of the Panem Anthem. Rather than paying attention to what faces appeared in the sky, Astrid leapt to her feet suddenly expressing an “OOO” on her lips and therefore losing the game. The Game was forgotten as the song played over the damp air of the swamp, as she took her pool noodle in hand and began to dance with it “I LOVE THIS SONG” She said, humming along until long after the music had faded away into the darkness. Dipping the noodle, Astrid hummed, giving it a peck on it’s foamy exterior before spinning round with the item once more. Eventually, once the energy was expelled, Astrid did fall asleep but only for an hour or so, perhaps. The sun rose as quickly as it had set and soon the blonde was squirming awake again, a frown on her forehead as the water frothed and bubbled around her. “Guuuyyys stop dancing!” she groaned, sitting up, hugging the pool noodle close to her chest “You’ll wake Benedict!” She pointed to the egg shaped rock that sat on her bag. Blinking, it took the blonde a couple moments longer to realise that it was not her friends dancing causing such a mess of the water, it was a bunch of- of- “SKELINGTONS!” she screeched, seeing the boned attackers rise seemingly from their grave. Snatching her spear, the blonde scowled, the hell cat head dress made her look all the more terrifying as she stabbed at creature that was closest to her.

Astrid attacks Skelenton #2
83mQS_84spear
[damage]

spear

[arx!!]

Q: Who was the most famous skeleton detective?
A: Sherlock Bones.

He came out to have a good time and honestly, he's feeling so attacked right now. Pesky kids and their stupid little weapons. It's a good thing he got a sword for his 12th boney ass birthday instead of the deerstalker he had wanted. He wanted to figure out what was up with this girl's hair??? But some kid was in the way.

[Sherlock Bones attacks Sol]
3eoWPUU3sword
[Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage]


Q: Who was the most famous French skeleton?
A: Napoleon bone-apart.

WHY WAS HE SO DAMN TINY?? THE LEAST THESE RIDICULOUS GMS COULD'VE DONE WAS GIVE HIM A HORSE TO RIDE ON OR SOMETHING, GOSH! HE ABOUT TO RAGE RIGHT OUT OF THIS SWAMP TO FUCK UP SOME CAPITOLITE SCUM--- BUT WHAT IS WITH ALL THESE PUTRID, WORTHLESS, SCUMMY GRRRR!! GET OUT THE WAY FLEA SACKS!

[Napoleon attacks Atticus]
sword
[Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage]


Q: What do you call a skeleton who won't get up in the mornings ?
A: Lazy bones.

Yawn, yawn. He hated mornings. He hated afternoons. He hated anything but sleeping, yawn, yawn. All these kids wanting to ruin his beauty sleep and shit. Yawn, yawn. Hmm. I guess there was really no other choice but to, y'know, stab them with the sword in his hand until they went away. Seemed the most logical course of action. He made a jab at the one closest to him.

[Lazy attacks Nell]
sword
[Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage]

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[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

[presto][/presto]

s o l .

Facing the body of death itself, he couldn’t help but grin slightly at the face of bones and raw body. He didn’t know who it would belong to, he didn’t know what the body used to be before it had been resolved to bones. Though the grin on his face would very quickly get resolved as it would show a painful expression on his face. Sol never thought that his birthday would be the day he felt pain, the day he felt the most pain in his life for he couldn’t even stop for a moment to call out to someone to make him feel better- because he had to keep fighting.

The male from five had to keep fighting, keep breathing and keep treating the world as every single moment might be his very last breathing moment (and it might very well be). The boy from five who had been born on the day that most pain would be felt would not cry. The male would not scream, he would only grimace in pain. For there was no point in screaming for those to hear when they’re all to endure the pain that he had just felt at least sometime in their time locked inside this cell.

”Sun of a bitch..” The male grumbled, narrowing his eyes. But the expression painted upon his face got swiped away easily to replace it with something else.

Tide after tide of anguish painted his face, his face scrunching up slightly due to the feeling of blade meeting skin, and dear god it didn’t feel pleasurable at all. It felt as if he had just been opened a door to hell where all of its demons would be released onto him. The boy ran thought after thought inside of his head, praying that they would just die for the second time.

They were skeletons, they had died already- hadn’t they?

Breaking free of the virginity of regret, he had no hesitation to attack the monster. ”Fight me, you little punk.”
[attacks skeleton one, knife]
Bi5VY|R0knife

another fucking 4.0
housewives are slaying this

knife

[mat]

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[presto][/presto]

Atticus Manor From what I see, they are, once again, mutts. This time, they look like dead warriors, with their bones making them look like a skeleton. But there was one thing peculiar about the whole ordeal. Skeletons don't walk. It's physically impossible considering muscles are how you move. I continue to examine them, realizing there were three of them. Those are good odds. Three versus Four. However, when Astrid screams out at the mutts, they quickly flash back, swinging their weapons like crazy. The first one, the one I had tried to hurt but failed, claws into Sol's skin. The other makes a small cut on Nell, but the other tried to get me. I was feeling pretty confident considering I did so well against the mutts yesterday, but this time, their swords are too much. I look back, hoping to see one of my allies come to my rescue, but instead, a sword slams itself into the back of my head. I scream, almost for Quadrys, but I realize he can't help me. If these skeletal manifestations are going to ruin my kingdom, it will take them until I have nothing left in me. No heart beat, no brain circulation, no thoughts. "Fight me, you punk!" Sol says, swinging at one of them, the one I had hit before. Once again, in a defensive position now, I scream aloud, ignoring my friends and instead, I focus on one of the muttations. I follow Sol's lead. I throw my javelin at the same one he did and mutter, "For the King," to myself, ready for war. Atticus. Keep calm and don't let them get to you. Stab those bitches. And that's exactly what I do. No mercy because I know people didn't show mercy when they killed my one and only friend in these games. I'll go all savage if I have to, but I need to get the answer of how he died. I need to. [atticus manor attacks skeleton warrior #1; javelin] FrQSNyrnjavelin 15103 -- SHALLOW CUT ON FOREARM -- 3.0 damage made by ghosty

javelin

[Loony]

[googlefont="Kaushan Script:400"]

Nell Locke

Her spear pierces through the air like the sword of a valiant knight.

The swooping motion slashes violently yet only leaves the smallest dent upon the armor of the bizarre mutt. Anger boils within her and she races forward, ready to kill... and falls flat on her face.

When she regains her breath, she reevaluated herself. There is a small manmade ditch that had caught her foot and sent her sprawling. A small scratch on her foot and another from one of the skeletons were the only injuries she has, but she is determined to stop any more from occurring. She growls, angry at whoever set up this pathetic trap and the mutt that hit her while she was down. But her anger dissolves into fear when she saw the blood racing down Addicus' head. For a moment she is convinced he must be seriously injured, but he still attacked with viciousness. She is surprised to see the mutt burst into dust at Addicus' hands, leaving nothing but blood and hate in his wake.

These mutts were more accurate than the pussycats they had dealt with in the forest, but easier to kill. She grips her spear, and carefully times her attack, ready for this monster to die.

"You may have bones, but you don't have balls."

[attacks Napoleon]
gum7PUsNspear
[3138 -- Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage]spear

[ali]

Astrid did not know much about biology, she didn't quite understand that the skeletons, rattling with each movement they made, were not meant to be able to move because of their lack of muscular mass holding their bodies together. Then again, a lot of the things in the games didnt make sense to the sane Her brow furrowed harder as the skeletons attacked each and everyone of her friends. One attacked Sol, the next attacked Atticus and the final one attacked the angel in hell. "HEY!" She yelled, jabbing at the second- dwarf like- skeleton as the first one crumbled to dust. "Why don't you just die already?!" The blonde didn't quite realise that the skeletons were technically already dead and so they couldn't just die but that didn't matter as the head of her spear plunged towards the creatures boned exterior.

Astrid attacks Skelenton #2
HXhesmb5spear
[damage]

spear

[arx!!]

Q: Who was the most famous French skeleton?
A: Napoleon bone-apart.

GAHHH!! SHERLOCK WAS USELESS!!! UGH!! TIME TO SCRAMBLE THE BRAINS OF THESE LOW LIVES, THINKING THEY CAN COME IN HERE AND MESS WITH HIM?!?!??! GRRRR!!! FIGHT ME YOU TINY TWERPS!!! AINT NOBODY MESSING WITH THE NAPOLEON BONE-APART!!!

[Napoleon attacks Nell]
WfZ5OU51sword
[Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage]


Q: What do you call a skeleton who won't get up in the mornings ?
A: Lazy bones.

Sigh. Yawn. His bones were aching, and not aching for some bacon and eggs and coffee but for some good ole fashioned pass-the-fuck-out sleeping. Yawn, yawn, yawn. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZ it's time for bed, silly kids need to be put in their place--- in a coffin, where they could sleep forever and ever. How sweet.

[Lazy attacks Astrid]
sword
[Block -- 0.0 damage]

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[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

filler
hates life
hates his birthday so far
tragic!!

[attacks skeleton #2, spear.]
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dg - 9.5

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[mat]

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[presto][/presto]

Atticus Manor My small little throw took all my strength, and even then, it was only a small cut. I could tell the javelin connected to the skeleton. At that moment, the speed was dying down, and I didn't think it'd hurt the skeleton that much, but it still rattled it's bones all the way to the ground. Aside from the bugs and mosquitoes that will never fuck off, that was the first actual enemy I killed. The only reason I enjoy murder, even the murder of a mutt, was because I protected Quadrys Lexig's kingdom. That throw of my javelin, even if it died down at the end, was the killing blow to one of those motherfuckers.. Nell and Astrid continue to hack at the one who hurt me. You may have bones, but you don't have balls." Nell says. I would have chuckled, but the pain is bursting through my body every few seconds, and when she said that, it burst like hell, making my arms and legs sting. "Hey! Why don't you just die already?!" Astrid says. I manage to cut an ashamed face to her. You can't be living without bones, so technically they're already dead. I feel the blood dripping from the back of my head, and it takes all my energy to continue to fight. But damn the pain won't go away. I felt this pain after the bloodbath, but that was on my leg, and it was only minutes after they it was tended to. Now, as I continue to fight, I have to put the task of taking down these mutts, and as a side note, I have to try and ignore the piercing pain. It's difficult to think that if these skeletons had moved their sword up even an inch more, it would have connected with my brain no doubt. But it didn't, and I have to say, I'm glad it didn't. That's just another few paragraphs to my story, and it only takes a few paragraphs to make a page, to hook readers in. The other two skeletons quickly respond to their ally's death by swinging at Nell and Astrid. I find that a bit weird as they were the only two of us four who left their friend alone. Sol, once again, takes charge and bulldozes into the second skeleton, the one that had hurt me. His, like his friend's, bones rattle to the ground. I try not to laugh as this happens, but my mouth lets out a laugh filled with enjoyment. Just one more enemy down until we can move on from this. There's only one left, and his armor that surrounds his body isn't damaged at all. It is time for that to change, I ready my javelin, now starting to go onto the offensive. Launching the javelin, hopefully for the last time, I mutter Quadrys's name again. "Quadrys, be proud of me. I'm getting through this for you.." I believe I spoke quietly and to myself, but a buzzing in my ear makes it hard to tell if I yelled or screamed. Hopefully I whispered. [atticus manor attacks lazy; javelin] LxU126GRjavelin 15089 -- MISS -- 0.0 damage Accuracy-Fucking Reroll javelin 15129 -- SHALLOW CUT ON CALF -- 3.5 damage made by ghosty

javelin�javelin

[Loony]

sister sister
filler filler
killer killer
swag

[attacks Lazy]
nrc4g7RQspear
[3037 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage]spear

[ali]

dis is a filler cause i am scum
[attacks Skeleton #2]
SKurNG1wspear
[damage]spear

[arx!!]

Q: What do you call a skeleton who won't get up in the mornings ?
A: Lazy bones.

Instead of counting sheep, Lazy liked counting--- nah fuck it, counting is just too much effort. ugh ugh snore snore ZZZZZZZZZZ yawn, yawn. Alright these little tykes need some sleep. They cranky. Time to spanky these little YAWN yawn, yaaaaawwwn. At least he can sleep soon, sigh. Yawn.

[Lazy attacks Astrid]
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[Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

sword