the one who knocks {day 5 mutt fight}

[gamemaker kelsier]

"in a moment all went screaming wild until the darkness killed the light. i remember running to the sea, the burning houses and the trees."

And the river flows beneath your skin
Like savage horses kept within

His breath was knocked from his skull in one foul swoop and Kite stumbled forwards in the swamp. Gentle branches had caressed his back in the sweetest way that they knew how, Kite was sure. There's no way the gentle little tree could have meant to hurt him. He turned in the mud and reached out to grasp one of the retreating branches before it left him.

He felt the leaves fly through his fingers and Kite felt warmth.

He'd forgotten about it again, blast it all, the feeling that friendship was.

He didn't know whom he'd last hit, didn't know what he'd done. The feeling of his spear being shoved through someone's head was still in his hands, hateful and itching. He wiped his hands on his pants, wishing he had something to clean himself with, anything. The water here was strange and smelt of nothing at all.

He missed the salt.

The sea air.

There was screaming all around and Kite didn't know who was who anymore. He was tired, it was getting too hard to tell them all apart. He wondered if they were alive still, his friends. Two more cannons had erupted since the first one and Kite knew that meant two more people were dead.

He thought about Danny and Basil and something inside him that had been mostly whole crumbled a bit more.

He was scared for them.

He wasn't sure about himself, if it was worth it to be afraid. He was always two seconds from having his head detached from his body anyway.

He was pretty sure that the only reason he was still alive is because they had allowed him to be. Girls like Scout and Celia didn't need useless things like him.

Useless, murderous things though, that was another story.

He shook his head.

He was being strange, bitter.

Not himself.

"Kite," Scout shouted, "Behind you!"

He turned stiffly like a wind-up soldier and stabbed his spear forward, movement crisp and automated.

And all is wasted in the sand
Like breaking diamonds with your hand

. . .

[Kite attacks Hettie with spear]
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[3134 -- Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage ]

spear

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

hottie.

Hettie Cheyne | Eighteen | District Four | 72nd Hunger Games

Decorating me up for slaughter, the gang rape of girls plus Kite are all having a jab at my short body. Amongst all of this, the girl from Ten who taught me to lasso hasn’t dared lay a finger on me…that girl isn’t a fool. Once I have triggered the cannons of each of these carcasses that surround me, I will spare her…depending on my mood at the time. An axe finds itself on my calf, causing more holes and more rivers of red to flow from my body. My valuable possession is escaping…I cannot allow it. Where is my Insanis to bandage me up?

"Listen here, cunt. The only blood that'll be drawn will be yours.So, take this as your down fall.Your release.And listen you fucking bitch.Don't fucking touch Scout." Scowling, I’d ignore the girl’s uneducated rant, my eyes remaining on this so called Scout. A disposal like that Twelve girl isn’t worthy of acknowledging not when I have the chance to lay my war hammer on the likes of a District One. This isn’t my down fall as she says, this is my rise. I’ll rise from the ashes of all those burning bodies that have surrounded me and I shall take down this arena for my own…

"What your grandma teach you how to swing that weapon? She take your fucking eyes as well? That why you can't see that he's right beside you? You fucking saving him for dessert?" Dessert? Is this girl for real, does she think that she is the main course? Oh damn no, she isn’t worthy of being such a meal…she is all but an appetizer for me.

Confetti begins to obscure my view; the stalling between each attack allows my brain to feel the pain from the blood loss across my body. Blurriness begins to march across my eye balls; the vision becoming slightly impaired as each face becomes an opaque figure.

Another weapon bites at my thigh, triggering my body to swing the war hammer once again. ”No, I am just saving the best till last.” I’d say before pulling down the weapon, praying to ripred that this time will do it.

Attacks Scout| Spiked Blunt
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[14137 -- BLOCK -- 0.0 damage]
Accuracy re-roll
spiked blunt
[14159 -- DEEP GASH ON CHEST -- 9.5 damage]

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[Avalon]

[presto][/presto]

It took the world spinning to finally send the life of the devil, and death, herself into a rapidly swirling tornado. Body thrown between the gusts of winds and she felt her lungs collapsing upon one another, her heart instantly sinking to the deep pit of a dark abyss ( Had she even have a functioning heart? Perhaps, though she never felt it until now with anyone else but Olive. ) -- for the first time in her life, she'd forgotten how to breath.


The blade of her axe clipped the crazy bitch from District Four with a deep gash along her left calf. The blood that flows in rivers and streams is colored in deeper in crimson than the girls bright hair, but in the end it all rushes out in the same way. Celia, determined to sever the girls life line, watched in a slow motion as the horror shifted to the sway of the bitches war hammer nailing Scout with a deep gash to her chest. It was the killing blow that sent the District One bombshell beauty back to the swamp waters, and in return of the favor Celia is going to do the same.

"Scout!"

Voice hoarse and she can feel the burning erupting in embers and flames. Clawing within her narrow throat, the fire of the morgue over the years, the fire from day two she set to Quadrys with Scout was coming back to eat her alive. There were prices to be paid and punishments to be dealt outwardly and fairly, though, hers was to feel a beating heart once more ( even if it was for but a second ) and watch the ones who grew on her die in instances. And this marked the first time she watched an ally die and she gave too many fucks.

And these are the things guaranteed in life: Misery.

Always before she felt the embers and flames lick her skin, singeing off follicles of her hair as they raged and burned deeply, passionately. She took the pain and accepted it as a pleasure, feeding her fixation, ultimately learning to endure it as years came along and passed with seemingly no time running by.


She doesn't think she'd ever experienced misery before the games. Definitely not back in District Twelve where she had been kept at a high horse and pedestal above the whole district and even her siblings. It wasn't until the day before entering this arena, the night where she caught glimpse of earlier events in the center of the town square. Eyes scanning the speculation of Olive and Hyacinth receiving blows and lashes with whips, and she could tell her family wasn't alive anymore-- she doesn't fight for her family in this hell hole, she doesn't fight for even herself. Celia didn't know what she fought for and she never had. Simply, she fought to kill and reap the lives of others, so death couldn't catch up to her and take what she forever owed.


She blew out the candle of her brothers life with a simple action and the consequences were dished out to the wrong people. It was always so easy for her to fuck up someone else's life in exchange for her own entertainment and pleasure-- but what was she to do with her own life on the line? She supposes she'll have to burn that bridge when she crosses it.

And these are the things guaranteed in life: Joy.

She can't necessarily tell if she had ever experienced true joy over her own fetishes and pleasures. However, she knows she's going to feel it once she plants her axe in Four's body for the last time. Once again, reaping the life of another to halt death from taking hers.

"Die you fucking cunt."

[presto][/presto]

table by elegant

[ celia mortuus attacks hettie ; axe ]
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[ 11003 -- Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage ]

200+11000

[Knuckles]

i a i n .

I'm really sorry this is a filler... A bunch of real life shit happened this morning, and I have no desire to write a post right now let alone make a coherent post.... I'll write this post soon. I swear

Basically he's going to realize he's outnumbered, and that everyone he cared for is dead, and that he has to focus strictly on himself. Doesn't use any dialogue or anything like that...

Iain flees the fight
Gathers 1 bundle of edible plants and 2 bundles of med plants
Eats the edible plants
Uses general antivenom for the poison
Heals a lot
More to come in trib!maint

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

NOELIA




















TIBIDEAUX

Making this a pretty filler for Aza uwu
:lipstick: :kiss:

[ noelia flees the fight ]
[ more to come in trib maint ]

[gamemaker kelsier]

"in a moment all went screaming wild until the darkness killed the light. i remember running to the sea, the burning houses and the trees."

And the river flows beneath your skin
Like savage horses kept within

BOOM.

tick.

BOOM.

tock.

BOOM.

tick.

"SCOUT!

There was so much sound.

Kite stopped and pressed bloody fingers to his ears, just to block it out for the briefest of seconds. There hadn't been so many cannons in such a short span of time for the entirety of the games.

The cannons had dropped their numbers down, almost in half.

There was a moan. The tree, it was leaving. That seemed to mark the end of the fight somehow, as if they had collectively decided to finish for the day. Kite heard the sound of retreating footsteps splashing through the swamp water. Someone yelled, maybe it was him.

He stumbled forwards and tripped over a body, heavy and yielding, it wasn't going anywhere. He felt like throwing up, the thick, syrupy smell of human remains and blood mingling in the air and water. He pulled his hands out of the muck.

The tree was leaving.

Kite stumbled to his feet, trying to focus, the sounds of his allies yelling hitting him from every direction.

He couldn't hear scout.

He'd only just stitched her up the day before, had she torn her stitches?

He'd have to stitch her up again.

"Wait," he said to the tree, "I'm coming."

He knelt down in the mud and his fingers brushed over a face and then a gaping hole. He pulled his hand away quickly, a grimace painting his features dark.

Kite picked up the bag beside the fallen form, hoping to find something useful, anything.

He needed water.

He just needed a goddamned sip of water.

He found what he was looking for and dropped the empty pack, feet taking him away from the shouting and scents, away from the noise, just for a moment.

He just needed a moment to catch up.

he followed the tree.

And all is wasted in the sand
Like breaking diamonds with your hand

. . .

[Kite picks up insanis’ 15 ft bandage]
[Kite picks up insanis’ iodine tablet]
[Kite purifies water]
[Kite drinks purified water]
[Kite drops empty canteen]
[Kite picks up insanis’ n/t]
[Kite uses n/t on self for -5]
[Kite uses 5ft of bandage on self -1]
[Kite uses f/a on Celia for -3]
[Kite picks up insanis’ bar of soap]
[Kite picks up insanis’ bundle of firewood]
[Kite picks up insanis’ unpurified water]
[Kite lights fire with flint and purifies water]
[Kite eats mutt meat]
[Kite picks up insanis’ bundle of edible plants]
[Kite flees]
[more to come uwu]