cross our bones ⋆ { day three } lenny/mutts

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

noelia
➳
tibideaux

I'm beginning to feel immune to this monster growing within my chest. It has taught me a variety of emotions, feelings, traits and passages to follow and weave. It was a given that being the games would change a person -- but the extent was unknown.

The sun falls but the heat does not. We remain trapped by the humidity of it all and watch as the stars rise only to seep into the darkness of the night. They get dimmer with each new day, Leticia's named one becoming lost in the ever-changing dot-to-dot puzzle.

I chose her as the brightest one, but even the brightest stars burn out.

The anthem cascades across the bleakness; faces worming their way through my eyes and into my head. Delta Castley and Quadrys Lexig fill the above with their greying spirits. Now only a memory, scarred and bruised and cracked.

Nothing will be the same for them.

But Dane remains untouched by the brutality. His innocence flows around in his blood, unstained by the harsh reality of the world which we struggle to live in. He has hurt and broke, but not killed. Almost a murderer, but not quite.

Almost a murderer, a monster like me.

The colours fade into the blackness, and I lose myself in a sheet of dreams as I lie on the dirt floor. Everything changes in my time of peacefulness, yet serenity does not restore itself to my bones. A spirit escaped could not be captured once more, despite best efforts.

Startled.

Silence becomes sound, and my claws reach for the bloodied axe, metal swarming with the ghost of it's victim.

My eyes are flung open by the buzz of a fly. Awoken, I am welcomed into the arms of a new day. I count the days on my fingers: one, two, three -- and think back to my roots.

Leticia fighting hopelessly for a stolen life. Her battle was not winnable, yet she still managed to proceed with feigned honour and pride. 

I watched her with wide eyes, on the edge of my seat with voices cut out by a deafening, monotonous hum in my ear. It morphs itself as I watch her hands weave between her enemies, until eventually:

A scream pours salt into my wounds.

Kitty Keeni had thrust a spear into her eye, yet I did not twitch or move. I did not cry in the moment. Heroism was not defined by tears, but soon I became the damsel in distress I'd met in childish stories.

My head shakes to scramble the already broken memories.

The swamp atmosphere shifts, and the waters bubble and boil. I blink between the vegetation and try to catch a glimpse of what is going on until I am shook by the sight before me.

Mutts.

I count none to one, and one to two. and hop to my feet to attack.

The monster in me had taught me to love, to forgive and to fight. But it made me a warrior, a saint and a sinner.

This evil has made me.

[ noelia attacks skeleton guy ]

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[ 11018 -- Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage ]

axe

[cass]

Scout Fray --

It was hard to believe that he was dead, burning him alive had been enough to quench her anger, her need for revenge. And as Quadrys Lexig's body had burned, blackening as each second past, death encompassing him in a way of torture she had only tried a few times she'd found herself standing beside Celia. It was getting increasingly difficult for the young girl from district one to distinguish between her emotions. Never before had she felt this way, a stuttering, stammering beat to her heart encompassing her, the rapid pounding spilling into her veins as she had glanced in the girls direction. Celia Mortuus was beautiful and dangerous, in more ways then one. She was a killer, hands like her own, laced in tiny white scars that criss-crossed her skin, failures turned into to treasures as the weapon became an extension of limbs.

But there was danger, an echoing warning in Scout's mind that told her to stop, to step away. But it was so easy to push that tiny voice away, a weak little thing that had never before introduced itself. There were far darker thoughts in her head, the voice of innocence, of reasoning did not belong there. Perhaps there was no reasoning in this, because she had nothing to truly understand. Scout Fray was a seasoned killer, a monster in battle, a blood-craved beast. She had seduced men and woman many times over, always steps towards their doom. But she had never, never before in her life felt her lips hesitate, her mind blank, heart stammer when she went to talk to someone.

She must be ill. She decided, because after the fight had finished, and the flames that consumed Quadrys' body had reached the sky, it had been so easy, so easy to turn her head and kiss Celia. Seeing the glow of the flames against her skin, the flickering of it's hunger in her eyes, Scout hadn't been able to stop herself, hand shifting over to grab hers, tugging the district twelve girl in her direction. But that kiss hadn't felt like any other she'd had before, it had been warm. A soothing liquid had spilt into her veins, it had enveloped her completely, the heat springing against her lips, the fire nothing in comparison to what Celia made her feel.

It was victory, she'd reminded herself, as she drew back, an instant, yearning feeling of loss, like a canyon suddenly separated them. It felt like something was missing, out of place. Scout knew what needed to be done to get warm, to felt that fire in her body, and she wanted to. She knew how far she wanted to go, and all she'd have to do, reach forward and kiss her again. She could feel her own hunger and want in her breathe as she shifted once more. "You're so fucking dangerous," she'd muttered at some point beneath her breathe, a tangled truth in a web of lies-

She woke with a startled jump. The echoing feeling of warmth at the memory faded quickly into loneliness as she blinked rapidly. The morning went by fast, the lingering feeling of Celia on her lips, of the heat, stayed, buried deep into her soul, but it was hard to isolate it, emotions so foreign to her body that they were being quickly drowned out. The problem was, Scout didn't want to lose those ones. For once, the career was oddly silent as they continued to walk further and further into unchartered territory. She wished she could ask Kaiser what these feelings meant, he'd know, he always knew.

Sighing she combed a hand through her hair, the bag of snakes still sat on her back, her axe heavy in her hands. Suddenly, the marsh before them ripples, and Scout stops, digging her feet into the soaking wet mud, eyebrow raised in open curiosity as a beast of nightmares begins to rise. "Well aren't you just all sorts of fucked up." She murmured, to her slight dismay another, even ugly looking thing soon appeared beside the skeleton soldier. "Your mum should have swallowed you," she said, pointing her axe at the ugly fucker that seemed to be some awful cross between a fucking cat and a leech. Ripred that was messed up. At least the skeletor looked reasonable. "You, on the other hand, look like someone I've just flayed from head to toe, then dissected."

Time for an anatomy lesson.

[attacks Skeletor - Axe]
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[Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage]

axe

[Muffinface]

And I'm calling for my mother
As I pull the pillars down
It's a different kind of danger
And my feet are spinning around
Never knew I was a dancer
'Till Delilah showed me how

I didn't sleep last night.

Even though Noelia carried me away with my swaying leg, I could still hear the screams, smell the unholy sacrifice, see the wisps of ghastly black smoke lifting into the sky. I have never before heard such a sound- like a trapped animal, and his last expression still fuels my aching heart, because now I am alone, with no ties to her anymore, but it's fine. It's alright because I know someone is waiting for him, like she will be waiting for me.

My throat aches with my screams from yesterday, calling out his name to no avail and it's all I can do to hold my chest together as if my broken heart could extend to my bones, my ribs painful daggers threatening to rend my torso in half.

I turn my head and allow my tears to pour into the crook of my arm, shoulders silently shaking while they whisper away from me. I am the last human, and I suppose my own humanity is my downfall.

My tears finally stem near dawn, and the cold light does nothing to fuel the once ecstatic fire below my feet. But they're moving and I crawl to my feet and move with them because to stay would mean my own demise. And we move and we crawl through the swamp all of us lost in our limitless thoughts until they descend and rise, a crescendo of fury all at once and this time, I don't scream. I don't plead and hold my head because I could be the next one burned alive, in the arms of the siren.

[Amerika attacks bloodfeaster with spear]

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[Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

spear

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Jon Snow
The swamp was silent until command by the creators to join forces to destroy those marching without worry. His bones came together. One joint connecting to the other, and from the ground itself, a sword forged of bone and metal glistened in the palm of his hand. His bones clanked together with every step he took, and for a moment he stood frozen in time staring lifelessly at the three shadows in front of him as they chipped away at his bones one by one. This was his domain. How dare they disturb his resting place. Someone was going to pay.

-attacks Scout Fray-

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1139 -- Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage


--

Edward Cullen
Blood. He wanted to taste the metallic taste of blood as it gushed from the wounds of his prey. It called for him begging him to come closer and closer until he was only feet away. His tiny heart pranced with joy as he tried to look cute and cuddly for those standing around, but it appeared they didn't want a friend. Showing his razor sharp canine teeth, he moved into action hoping his fellow skeleton would provide enough attention to save the day because all he wanted was a fresh drop of blood.

-attacks Noelia Tibideaux-

knife
2004 -- Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0 damagesword�knife

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

noelia
➳
tibideaux

Our axes come down on the walking dead, only to scrape against the purple, green and blue flesh which dangles from the bone. 

I'd searched through the skeleton trees with a hope of seeing the stars, but looking down onto me was this collection of bones. It captured me with my weapon in hand, just like the darkness some hours ago.

I glance to it, the small wound made by my axe looking pathetic in this midst of it all -- yet Scout and Amerika's response do not scream strength either. This is a failing battle, yet I am convinced the tables can turn.

Fresh enemy, I spy marks in the risen bone from tools. The ivory colour has faded to become sickly sweet and fragments of it are missing; shards lying on the ground. The skull appears hollow, arms seem broken with the marrow taken. Life was hard to come by in these games, but these skeletons defy the rules once set in stone.

What is dead does not seem to die, except Leticia, Cody, Dustyn and Draco. I was seeing it in Quadrys now too: the feeling are the dying, and the feeling stay dead.

The second beast slashes towards me, a cut made visible on my neck after it lunges for me. The skeleton slashes Scout's arm open whilst Amerika remains unharmed. She had suffered the mass of force yesterday -- perhaps it was my turn to face the onslaught of crap.

"Fuck sake," I exhale, my eyes darting towards the dead boy's axe. "Work, you bloody thing."

A vision lingered on the silver of the axe resorts the issue at hand. The clattering from the movement of the skeleton echoes around in my ear, striking at my mind. It moves through me like a plague, sending a tingle through my body from head to toe.

The warrior in me goes through a resurgence and I feel heat crawling up through my throat. 

Let's paint this town blood red.

[ noelia attacks jon snow ]

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[ 11103 -- Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage ]

axe

[cass]

Scout Fray --

It turned out that the skeleton guy could actually hit. Because after her shitty swing with the too heavy axe he was under her guard. "Shit," she yelled, cursing herself for leaving her guard so wide open. She should have at least expected that the fuckhead would be half decent. The Gamemaker's were out to kill her, after all.

The sword sliced her skin, digging deep into the flesh of her arm. The pain radiated through her, spilling through her like lava, a burning ache. It felt good, it felt refreshing, a pulsating pain that tugged at her pleasure senses. Her lips twitched into a delighted grin, as she shifted her stance, bringing the axe tip down, until it rested on the ground. "Now, now now, looks like our friend here knows how to play." She smirked, letting out a low whistle as she sauntered forwards. Her damaged arm resting on her hip. Crimson rushed down her forearm, mingling with her clothes at her waist.

"Blondie," she said, for the life of her she still couldn't remember cow faces and blondie's actual names. She'd have to ask again, although she was positive she'll have forgotten within moments. "You actually know how to use that weapon," she grinned, cow face had swung at the piece of shit that, honestly, didn't deserve to live, it's entire face was just a disgrace. Between the three of them she was sure this fight was going to be a piece of piss. No problem at all.

There was something, however, about this fight that left her feeling tired. It was boring, the Skeleton didn't talk, her allies said nothing. She missed, and needed to hear taunting, to her sounds other then the bang and clank of steel on steel. Fighting was no fun when your opponent couldn't insult you back, insults were half of the fight in itself. "You're so utterly boring."

With that she hefted her axe up and swung. Motion casual, almost lazy, the picture of her boredom.

[attacks Jon Snow - Axe]
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[Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage]

axe

[Muffinface]

Filler.

I'm really sick guys I'm so sorry.

[Amerika attacks Edward Cullen? (Bloodfeaster) with spear]

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[Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage]spear

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Edward Cullen

He watched as the bones fell, and he felt the soft blow of a blade sliding across him. Edward turned. Three of the humans filled with blood. Oh how he longed for the sweet taste of blood to fill his mouth. To suck it from the three humans standing around. Edward wanted them to suffer. Edward was strong, and didn't want to end up like the bone man, and he knew exactly what he had to do.

-attacks Amerika Eckhart-

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2100 -- Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damageknife

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

noelia
➳
tibideaux

sorry it's another filler :-(

i need to stop

[ noelia attacks edward cullen; axe ]

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[ result ]

axe

[cass]

Scout Fray --

The skeleton crumbled to dust, and Scout scowled, lips twisting into an irritated snarl. She should have known they wouldn't let her use the bones for armour or the sword. She had really wanted that sword though and the lack of blood pooling out of the skeleton left her on edge, her cravings a twisted being. Dust didn't settle her desires, not even victory was enough. Spinning she looked around her, eyes narrowing as she found Cow Face targeting another beast. As she struck, opening a shallow wound, quickly followed by Blondie doing the same, blood sputtered from its side. The snarl twisted into a slimy grin, and her tongue darted out. She was hungry.

The axe was slippery in her grip as she headed forwards, towards her new target. It was a nuisance, one she couldn't fix thanks to these fucking awful outfits. She had nothing she could even tear off to use as bandage on her arm. The wound didn't hurt, but a blood covered hand made holding something as heavy as an axe difficult.

Honestly, she was going to have to do something about these clothes. They were just simply awful, did the Capitolites have no sense of fashion? Perhaps it was the design from Tweedle D and Tweedle Dumb. Those two moronic Gamemaker’s that were supposed to led her to victory. They’d gotten so pissed off after seeing her spill some blood, like what the fuck? Why were you even a Gamemaker if the sight of blood had your gay ass blood boiling? Ripred needed to sort his shit out, was this year’s victor going to be some gay boy that is scared to kill shit? Fuck that, she was going to win and then show those two airheads a thing or two about the real world. They called themselves Gamemaker’s.

Regardless of that, the Gamemaker's were not going to stop Scout Fray.

[attacks bloodfeaster - Axe]
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[Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage]

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