Hear me Roar <Maye Day 1>

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Maye

The bloodbath had been scary, but Maye was proud of herself for more or less keeping it together. “Hello? Anyone about?” Nobody responded, so Maye set about altering her outfit. It was pretty decent to begin with, but it needed her personal touch. Using the edge of one of the javelins she deftly sawed away at the center of the outfit until her mid-riff was bare. Then she cut the sleeves off and damn but it was hard to do with a javelin edge. Now I feel like me.

Maye was in a pretty good mood. She’d managed to dance away from the bloodbath with a set of javelins, a bag and a butterfly hair pin. Not the largest haul, but she could always steal some more. That was seventy-five percent of the fun. The other twenty-five percent was boys. On top of that, she’d managed to avoid getting hurt, even cha-chaing out of the way of a throwing knife. As she walked further away from the bridge, she noticed a fog start to creep in, as well as a hideous stench.

Still wasn’t as bad as the boy’s dormitory whenever they forgot to do their laundry though. Once she’d figured she’d gotten far enough away from the carnage, she threw her hands to the sky and crowed victoriously about still being alive. “I’M ON TOP OF THE-“ and then she got hit in the face. Maye threw herself backwards on instinct as well as in surprise and fear.

“Oh GOD I’m dead, what was that, knife? Hatchet? Arrow? I can feel my brain matter leaking…” Maye sobbed to no one. “What cruel twist of fate has laid me low- I, wait was that a bird?” Maye sat up from where she’d thrown herself and looked at the sky. The blank white sky. “Oh god I’m blind.” She wept. Then the piece of paper floated off of her face. “Oh.” She sniffled, wiping the rapidly forming tears away. “Is that all.”

Then she nearly jumped out of her skin when the cannons started to fire. Four in total. Well, I’m off to a good start. Now if everyone would hurry up and end each other I could go home sooner.

A booming announcement rent the relative silence directly afterwards, a voice that was clearly Capricious declaring that she had a mail fetish and some other things about a mailbox and that the tributes should totally write each other for funsies when they weren’t busy trying to bloodily murder each other. Then writing utensils started to fall out of the sky. “It’s raining pens, hallelujah it’s raining pens!” she sang as they scattered around her, feeling a lot better about her chances of survival.

She grabbed a pen with bright pink ink and scrawled the first thing that came to mind.

“For…a…good…time, find… Maye.”

Now I just have to look for this mailbox she’s talking about and pin this to the top.

Maye got to her feet and stretched. She couldn’t see very far ahead of herself on account of the stupid fog, but she kept walking anyway. Then she heard a pinging noise and clapped her hands together in joy, looking lovingly in the direction of the sky and fluttering her eyelashes. Hopefully a camera was picking this up.

“Sponsorship? For me? Already?”

It was a fairly large package. Hehe, package. And once the parachute landed, she pulled out a canteen ,thank god rope, duct tape ahah, fun, and a…megaphone? Maye inspected it with raised eyebrows, turning it over and finding an expletive on the side. She could guess who’d sent her that item. Maye filled the canteen with water from one of the smaller pools and prayed she’d find a way to purify it because it smelled like straight ass. Then she grabbed the speaking implement.

“The megaphone’s nice and all, but,” she took a deep breath and raised it to her lips, thumbing the button.

“WHO’S A GIRL GOT TO KILL TO GET SPONSORED A FUCKIN CHOCOLATE BAR?” She shook her fist at the sky.

“Let me know.” She shrugged as she stuffed the megaphone into her rucksack.

Hmm. That probably wasn’t very conducive to hiding from people.

Maye flung herself behind a rock in a most unladylike fashion, suddenly thankful for the stupid fog.

It was about that time that she tripped on a rock with eye sockets and screamed because they weren't supposed to have those.
OOC:
-Camouflage station in effect. Unmandated fights avoided-
-collects unpurified water-

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Maye

After wailing for a good minute or two like a banshee or that lady down the street whenever her boyfriend visited her, Maye managed to calm down enough to inspect the skull; she didn’t touch it at first, just kind of poked and prodded with Jabby, which was what she had decided to name javelin number one. It was the one she liked best, not that she’d have let the other ones know. Eventually, once she was satisfied that the skull was not attached to a body, or, or alive, or had friends lurking in the fog, she consented to pick it up. It was kind of the wrong shape for a person, or at least she’d never seen anyone with a head exactly that shape.

Which begged the question, what exactly did it belong to? She had a feeling she wasn’t going to like the answer. “You look like a Yorick. Or, like you used to be a Yorick." She peered at it. "I sure hope you didn’t belong to somebody from last games, Mr.Skull. Or is it miss?” She leaned towards the skull and searched its empty sockets for any information. “You better not be that Roger guy, I get that the pirate motif was his thing, but this is a bit much.” Maye pursed her lips and looked around the area. The air was filled with the sound of bubbling water and awkward gurgling, slopping sounds. Clearly, she needed to head somewhere else.

This…foggy lake place was gross.

Not to mention the smell was giving her a headache. She put a hand to her head and it came away with a smear of red. She started to panic again, but then remembered the bird and tutted quietly to herself. “Silly me, how could I forget about that already?” The skull in her hands glared up at her balefully, as if it was cross with her. “What?” she said testily. “Don’t give me that look. It’s perfectly alright for me to talk to myself.” She continued, pursing her lips.

“It’s if you start responding that there might be a problem. So DON’T start.” She waited for an answer, and when no answer was forth-coming, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Well that’s good. It’s barely been an hour, I can’t afford to lose my head yet. Unlike SOME of us.” She scowled playfully as she dropped Yorick into her bag, sticking her butterfly hair pin into a crack on the top of his head so that they could match. She patted her silver hair comb as she got up to leave.

Now if I only had a compass, because I'm already lost in the arena. 

Fuck.

OOC: Maye uses post bb F/A for -3

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Maye

I think I might be going in circles…

Without a clock, there was no way to tell how long she’d been wandering through the fog, but she felt it had to have been like, a long time. And there was no end to the fog.

Maye kicked a pebble as she shuffled along and looked down at her shoes, sniffling quietly as reality started to sink in.

Four people were already D-E-A-D dead. She wondered if it was anyone she’d played spin the bottle with. Or Jackson. She hadn’t heard any cannons in a bit; probably because everyone had scattered across the arena with whatever they’d managed to grab. Maye committed the last seven faces she’d seen at the bloodbath to memory. They’d be the ones worth stealing from if she came across them. Unless they’d killed each other. But she’d have to wait until the anthem for that knowledge. She examined the stuff in her rucksack again.

No food. Ass-water from the lake. No medical supplies. Well, on the plus side, I’m not worth killing. On the minus side, I kind of need the aforementioned stuff to continue existing. I might be able to kill a mutt if I need too, but meds? They don’t exactly grow on trees. Which meant that as some point, she was going to have to kill somebody for a roll of bandages.

And that was no joke. It would be hard without anyone backing her up.

Maye inspected her fingernails glumly. It wasn’t really in her nature to be alone. But she couldn’t trust anyone either. She couldn’t even trust half of the people back home. The difference was that trusting the wrong person at home wasn’t going to end with her in a coffin. Well, Marzo’s always been a stand-up guy. Don’t think I ever told him that. Maybe I should have. She took a shuddering breath and reached into her bag for the skull. Maybe I should have a lot of things.

Yorick stared up at her, something rather hard to do considering that he had no eyes.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, bud. And whoever in Panem is watching. Except I’m sure the cameras are following the more interesting people right now." she shrugged.  "You know, the ones doing the fighting and bleeding and having adventures and making lovey-dovey eyes at the people they’re gonna have to murder a few days from now.” Maye pouted for a moment before breaking out into laughter.

“That actually sounds kind of fun, if you ignore the parts about killing, dying and murdering your fuck buddies.”

She put the skull back in the bag and kept moving, not quite feeling as happy as she was trying to be. “This blows.” She said to no one with a sigh, debating whether or not to start screaming from the top of her lungs into the megaphone about waffles with chocolate syrup, death, how lonely she was, and whether or not Marzo hated her for being her when she had been trying to make him feel better. She couldn’t get away from her thoughts because it was quiet where she was.

Too quiet, and it was starting to freak her out. She’d half expected a mutt to materialize through the fog and eat her face, but so far, so good. Maybe the gamemakers were keeping the critters in reserve until the first day was over. Or maybe they wanted more tribute on tribute violence. 

Neither thought  provided much comfort.

Maye clasped her hands together and started to hum in order to distract herself. 

"I wonder if Tater Todd's a good kisser. I'm betting not.  I have the feeling he doesn't get out much.  He's kind of cute though, with that "I should kill you so I don't have to look at your heathen face" stare always on his features." She tried to form an approximation of what she considered to be his resting bitch face before talking aloud again. It was hard for her to get an accurate read on whether or not she was doing a good job of it without a mirror. 

"Dorka's basically a bicep with legs, muscular, toned pillars of iron that they are, but I can still appreciate it. The man's intense. I like it. And then there's that Ashy guy from one..." Maye groaned, covering her face with her hands.  "I finally get a chance to meet some new guys and we have to kill each other in order to go home." 

She glanced at the sky and sucked at her teeth.

"I need to get out of this fog before I lose it. Ain't that right Yorick?"

Once again, the skull remained silent and Maye breathed a little easier. 

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Maye

Eventually, Maye had to stop walking.

It was hard enough trying to see through the fog, but then it started to get dark. Night was falling and the last thing she wanted to do was fall down a ditch because she couldn’t see it. Which meant she’d have to hole up for the night, but all there was for shelter was nothing. Well, there were rocks. But rocks were lame. “You know something, Yorick, I think you need a nickname. I give everyone nicknames. What do you think about Skully?” Yorick was mute inside her bag, which was to be expected as he didn’t have a tongue.

“Skully it is.”

It was starting to get cold too, which kind of made her wish that she hadn’t ditched her sleeves.

The price of looking hot was apparently freezing her ass off.

She couldn’t remember whether or not she’d heard any cannons after the bloodbath but she guessed it didn’t matter. Once the anthem went up, she’d know. But wandering aimlessly for several hours was tiring. Even more so without any food or water with the fog clinging to her like condensation on a bathroom mirror. Maye’s stomach growled and she shushed it. She’d gone without food for a few days before. She could handles this. Life in district six was no picnic. Dammit, picnics have food, that was a terrible saying to think of.

Maye sat with her back to a large rock and groaned under her breath, stretching her legs out and rubbing her calves, wincing when she got to her ankles and then took the heels off to rub her feet. The shoes, while awesome-looking, weren’t exactly the most comfortable things to be wearing in an arena full of stones. “It’s a rocky road, Skully. Smelly too. I’m hoping the rest of the arena doesn’t smell like bad eggs. That crappy little house didn’t.”

Of course, that’s if I can actually manage to find my way out the fog in the morning. She shivered. “Hope you’re thinking of me Marizpan. There’s nobody here that would.” She scrunched her nose up as a particularly bad breeze hit her face. “Ugh. Was that you Yorick?” She laughed quietly to herself and wiped away the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes.

This was it, this was really happening. Eighteen years old and she was sitting behind a rock as fog rolled off of a lake in an arena. Is this it? Is this all I get? No. No, I’ve spent my whole life relying on my wits and my looks. Luck can’t fail me now. Not when I need it the most. I just need to focus. Maye grumbled and put her head on her knees. She needed a plan. She always had a plan. And a backup plan, and a plan in case that one failed too. Of course, a large part of that hinged on finding out who was still alive, so it would be a while yet.

In the meantime, I can amuse myself.


Once again, Yorick found his way out of her bag, and she held him with both hands, balancing him on her knees. “If I’m being honest, the girl from twelve scares me. She walked around in the training center like she was a wind-up toy. Lifeless. And her sister was nuts. I remember watching those games and gagging.” Maye shook her head and then gasped in horror. “Oh no! What if she finds you? You know her sister made armor out of people bones? What if she does too?“

Yorick didn’t reply. “You should be scared, man. As far as I can tell, you’re people bones. Do you want to be her uh…I don’t know, shoulder pad? It would not be a good look for you, lemme tell you.“ If Yorick had had them, he might have rolled have eyes. But he didn’t, and he was an inanimate skull.

Maye stuffed him back into her bag and rested her head back on her knees.

The anthem couldn’t come soon enough.