Melting: Day Three + GG fight

[jimmylost]

Mel's assumptions seemed to have payed off. The tributes with the raft had no reason to stay on the island. Just in case they were headed in opposite directions Mel had left the island from the north-western tip to avoid crossing their path. Now it seemed she another island all to her self, all to her dried out self.

It had taken quite quite a bit of self control to avoid drinking any of the sea water as she swam over here. As deadly as the water on the last island had looked she would trade it in a second for the parched landscape she pulled herself onto now.

"From deadly to dry, poisonous to parched. Water water everywhere..."

It wasn't really clear to Mel if the fog had settled over her again, or if it was just dehydration.

In her weakend state it took her until the anthem to get passed the shore and into the bleached forest. When the spots that invaded her vision with every step threatened to pull her under she sat down leaning up against a dry fallen log. It was from here she watched the faces fill the sky.

Sul, Autumn, Garrett, Mark, the names still went clearly through her mind despite her disorientation. She had no memory of Sul beyond watching his Reaping and maybe a faint recollection of the bloodbath but that was it. Autumn, the girl who had passed by Mel's island in a raft Mel wasn't exactly surprised to learn that she was gone. Garrett, Mel's district partner, and according to him Pystan's boyfriend. For Pystan's sake she hoped that wasn't true but Mel remembered seeing them together at least once. Mark, he looked nothing like Mel's Mark but now he too was dead.

Mel couldn't help but notice that three of the four dead had some link back to her. It was entirely possible that she was the last one to see Autumn alive and in their brief meeting the possibility of an alliance had been made. Mark didn't really have any connection back to her but the chance fact that he shared a name with her dead brother had meant that she would have sided with him given the choice, and of course her District partner was now gone.

If there was any message in these deaths it was that Mel should avoid any alliances or connections to the other tributes. Like that wasn't what she had been doing already.

She made a smiler sleeping situation as the one last night, using her life vest as a pillow and keeping everything she owned in the arena close by.

When she awoke the next morning Mel knew she was in trouble. The signs of another sinking island had shocked her out of the first inklings of sleep. It had come from the direction Mel was heading in, the neighboring island to her own was still distantly visible so Mel guessed that it might be the one after that. This meant Mel was potentially heading towards a dead end. Worse the dizziness that had just begun the day before clung determinedly to her brain now. By the time she was halfway across the western edge of the island she was crawling.

Desperately needing a rest Mel pulled herself into the measly shade of some of the dry trees nearby and rolled onto her back. She stared up at the sky, it was the same as it had been for the last two days, clear and relentlessly hot.
She gave the sky a smile.

"Come on what fun is it watching a tribute just sit around dieing of dehydration" she said even though technically she was lying down.

As if in answer to her words three shadows appeared above her, directly in her line of vision. Mel had hoped for some help from outside the arena, but as the forms came closer she knew that t that wasn't what these shadows where.

"Birdies" said Mel.

Mel liked birds, they were some of the few forms of wildlife you could find in District Three, and they reminded Mel of herself. More then that they were what Mel wanted to be. Flight would be fun.

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The gulls circled. And circled. And circled. They were scavengers, first and foremost, and loved shiny things more than anything else in the world. More than food, more than life, more than flying.

"Moine!" shouted Moine, the leader of the trio. The others picked up on what he had seen: a the flash of a piece of jewelry attached to a girl.

"Mine!" claimed Mine. He wanted the Great Shiny.

"Myn!" argued Myn, who was of the opinion that the Great Shiny should belong to her, and not the others.

The trio squawked and squabbled for a brief moment in the air, until something dawned on them: what was the use in fighting over a Shiny that they didn't have yet? What if the human girl felt entitled to the Great Shiny, for whatever reason?

So it was decided that the three Gobble Gulls would retrieve the Great Shiny and decide to whom it belonged at a later time. The trio dove in unison.

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[jimmylost]

The birds circle, and circle, and circle. Mel watches them sleepily until she feels her eyes begin to shut, it's too hot and she too tired. Besides she's got the pretty birds watching over her.
Not really, one gull attacks, then another. Mel tries to get up and away from the birds but the third one knocks her down. She stays down, not trusting herself to be able to stay standing anyway, and pulls out her bow. Her left arm and right wrist object painfully as she takes aim. She picks out the Gull that did the most damage and lets the arrow fly.

attacks: Moine
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[aya]

As it turned out, the girl did indeed mean to defend the Great Shiny. She attempted to hit Moine with some projectile, although this failed as he swerved around the thing with relative ease. "Moine!" he called, signifying another attack.

The three gulls dove again, each trying to get the Great Shiny--or, at the very least, get the human girl out of the way so they could have the Great Shiny for themselves.

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[jimmylost]

A pattern Mel thinks with joy The first bird calls then all three attack in order
The first two have already flown by again, this time Mel is ready. She takes bolt she's been carrying with her and slashes out at the last bird with it.
attacks: Myn
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She doesn't wast any time though, as soon as that's through she picks up her bow once more and aims at the leader.

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[aya]

It was time for the Gulls to get serious, now that the girl had begun to make contact. Myn gave a squawk at the strike to her shoulder, dropping back rather than participating in the next wave of attacks.

"Mine!" demanded Mine.
"Moine!" Moine countered.

They dove.

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[jimmylost]

Two of the gulls manage an attack before Mel lets her arrow fly towards there leader.
Attacks: Moine
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[aya]

Moine retreated temporarily, arrow still protruding from his foot, his blood dripping like rain from the sky. Myn rejoined the fight in his stead, though had an awkward flight pattern on account of the cut in her shoulder.

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[jimmylost]

Mel is starting to get pretty beat up because of these birds.
"Go away!" she shouts at the trio as if it would work.
She lets another arrow fly towards the lead bird that she can now tell apart from the others by the arrow in it's foot.
Attacks: Moine
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[aya]

Despite his retreat, Moine was struck down by another arrow, this one right in the throat. He was dead before he even hit the ground. The other two gulls, however, were still alive and, for all intents and purposes, well enough to attack; however, Myn's flight was still rendered impaired by the shallow cut on her shoulder.

The pair glanced at their companion as they circled overhead, waiting for their attack. He'd dropped like a rock and now lay splayed awkwardly on the ground--spread eagle. Before going back in for another attack, they contemplated: was the Great Shiny really worth their lives?

Why certainly.

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[jimmylost]

It didn't work, despite the lead bird falling to the ground the other two where just as determined to go after Mel. Whatever their reason was for doing so was beyond her though.
Mel decides she needs to keep track of her arrows so she makes her way towards the dead bird. The two birds attack, one of them throwing her to the ground before she reaches her goal. She has enough time before they attack again to reach the bird, pull out an arrow and shoot at the weaker of the two birds.
Attacks:Myn
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[aya]

The second bird fell, leaving the Great Shiny to Mine. It was all his now! All his! There would be no squabble for it later, he wouldn't have to share! It was all his! It was--

Oh, right. The girl. Mine couldn't help but sigh--or the avian equivalent. He'd still have to get rid of the girl.

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[jimmylost]

Mel has to kneel down, she's getting dizzy again. The gull she just shot at falls down in front of her with a 'plop'. She pulls the arrow out of the first dead bird and shoots at the last one.
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[aya]

Too greedy. Alas, Mine was the third of three Gulls to fall to the ground, dead as a doornail, in the ever-futile pursuit of the elusive Great Shiny.

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[jimmylost]

The final bird fell from the sky, but Mel didn't see a bird. She saw a scene she had replayed over and over in her mind.

Her hand is clasped tightly around his wrist, most the rafters have fallen toward the unmanned conveyor belt bellow. Beyond Mark Mel can see the bodies of her other three brothers, no not bodies, they can't be dead. There's no way to ignore the fact that Matt fell right into the inner workings of the machines below them, if he was alive when he hit them he's not anymore. Mike missed the machines but the pool of blood around his head hasn't stopped growing. She can only see part of Malcolm, a vital part that should be attached to his body. Tears are forming in her eyes but she has to concentrate. She can feel the remaining part of the rafters giving way beneath her hand. Mark notices it too.

"Let go" he says "or we'll both die"

"No!" Mel shouts "I won't, I won't"

"Mel...please" he's straiting out his fingers making it harder for Mel to keep hold.

"No, no, no. I can do this" she says trying again to pull him up.

The structure gives a groan of protest before dropping about a foot. Mel just barely keeps her grip on her brothers wrist but stays still in case she causes another similar reaction. Mark looks up at her, so much is in his eyes but most prevalent is his love for his older sister. He reaches up his other hand and digs his nails into her hand. She lets go.[/i][/color]

"Maaaark!" screams Mel running toward the falling shadow. There he is bleeding on the white ground, her brother. The arrow, her arrow, in his body causes Mel to scream once more.

"No! No, no. I didn't do this. No I killed you. No Mark I'm sorry!"
Mel falls over with the dead bird still in her hands, the grief and exhaustion knocking her out cold.