nothing to gain but pain | deja vs. ivory hog day 2

[Deja Hatcher d3f (Tribsit)]

Deja Hatcher
Thirteen | Female | District 3

The taste of the flower lingers on my tongue. I begin to wake with a refreshing take on the world. The pain I fell asleep with is lessened dramatically. Something startles me as a gift had falled beside my makeshift bed, this ground on which I had slumbered. I take it as a sign that I need to continue to move on as if nothing ever happened. Whoever sent this, is right. When I can, I need to keep moving and find another place that can hide me better than here. However, the rocks do offer protection, a more solid state technique. The anthem begins to ring out among the arena, lighting up the sky as it starts to show the pictures of the ones that had lost their lives in the blood bath. I remember there was four before I had been rescued and taken away but the fifth one puzzled me. It sounded off sometime after I had shooed my savior away. Will the pictures show in order or are they randomized. "Sabrina Larue." I look at her tender young face. She hardly is old enough to even have been here. She deserved to live but someone else thought that she deserved a fate worse than death. A hunger games murder. "Joselle Brookwater. She was the district four girl." I murmer to myself in whispered tones so that I wouldn't give away my location. How on earth is it that a career had met her end before someone like me? I've had no formal training. I've had absolutely no way to know that I would be chosen. Fate had delt me so many bad hands in the past year, that I should have taken note of it all. "Kimmie Yov-Maoi. Third to die." I look at her picture and then turn away for a moment. I remember watching her last moment before her death. I had a hand in her death as well although it wasn't me who did the worst. The way her hand was taken clean off from her by another. It was only a matter of time before I met my end but how did I not? My entire leg was taken, snapped right of with the blade of the sword. There is only two more. "Drake. Some guy named Drake." I barely even remember seeing his face at all. Just a lost soul that I am glad that it wasn't me even though it should have been. How is it that someone like me is still standing? Do I have what it takes to make it further in the games more than some eighteen year old? The last one puts a pang of guilt among my feelings. That face. Her face... that sweet disposition of a girl that tried to make friends with me. If only I hadn't refused her that day in the training center, she might still be alive. She might be beside me and I would be leaning against her side and she could have taken me out of the destruction that was in the cornucopia. However, she's dead now. She was taken away and given an early absence that she will no longer have to fear what's going on in this arena. I mentally sigh. "Five people are dead. 20 are left and 19 still need to die." I chew on my bottom lip and stand with trouble. I reach for the crutches that appeared sometime in my slumber and position them around my arms, letting them take the needed weight off my lower remaining limb. "Time to find more shelter. No one is going to find me. I will hide the entire games if I have to." My plan is strategized as much as I can. There's no telling what's going to happen once I move. I have no idea where I'm going but I know where I am not. I can't go back. I can't do as my name suggests. Is that why I am called Deja? Because bad will always keep happening to me as if it is going to be Dejavu all over again? Never go back to which you came. Always anew. "Atticus. Have you found the note?" I question. My travels are faster than I originally thought they'd be with the help of the crutches. My satchel is moving against my back with each step and my ball with spikes dangles against my hip, poking me since I have no way to hold it. "It's day two. You can seek out the second one." Something draws my attention to the bushes not far from me. The sound of rusting brings fear to my body and that's when I drop the crutches where they are and reach for the morning star, dragging it out of the bag faster than lightning. I stand at attention and wait until the unthinkable happens. I have to defend myself right now!

Deja Attacks the queen Ivory Hog with her morning star
RaH2J0ITspiked blunt

14126 -- DEEP GASH ON LEFT FOREARM -- 8.0 damage
(Spiked Blunt)
spiked blunt

[ghosty]

PIGGY

Piggy never wanted to hurt anyone - he was quietly grazing up the mountain that he called his own, that he'd known since he'd been born; well, that was a lie. He didn't remember when he'd been born, but as far as Piggy could remember, he was here. Quietly grazing, he saw a person that he didn't recognize. And Piggy, well, he didn't like strangers around his patch. He drove towards the figure, as fast as he could. "Get off my land!!"

[Piggy the Ivory Hog attacks Deja with knife]
JIzU69EPknife
[2198 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage]
knife

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Deja Hatcher
Thirteen | Female | District 3

I was ready to meet another tribute. I was thinking that my extra two feet aided in my exposure but the sight of the hog settled my mind for only a minute before he charged at me. I needed to think fast and react quickly or I would be taken down in a single hit. Somehow, when he charged at me, I managed to swing the morning star with great effort and somewhat amazing skill because it tore a huge chunk of flesh away from the mutt. It looks grotesque and the sight of the blood makes my stomach churn. "Go on! Get! Get out of here you stupid pig!" I scream out to try to startle it, but it doesn't get frightened. Even more so, It charges at me and it's all I can do to protect myself by turning around. Instead, the hog found that my just closed wound on my back needed to be reopened plus another one to be parallel to the next one and meet at the edge, almost crossing as if to make a target. "You filthy animal..." I snarl at him, and hold the grip on my morning star even harder. I don't want to loose it nor do I need to miss. This creatue will surely kill me if I don't end its life. How many people would laugh at me if I let some pig do me in? Not today... "Not today." I scream at him, and blindly close my eyes. I swing....

Deja Attacks Mr. Piggy with her morning star
QmEYR|NIspiked blunt
[14157 -- DEEP GASH ON BACK -- 8.5 damage]
spiked blunt

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Deja Hatcher
Thirteen | Female | District 3

The pigs flesh was painted red already. It was in pain and I aided in the pain for that mutt the capitol had created. Its sole puprose was to give me pain and to take away what I have; oxygen. I had no idea that it would actually fall so easily, as big as it was. Just one swing nearly had it taken down but when it came to charge at me for a second time, I blindly swinged the spiked blunt that was tightly bound to my hands. When I felt the connection stop all together, I looked to see that the barbs were implanted into the mamal and its eyes faded into blackness. The creatures hooves gave out, crumpling tot he ground where it previously stood. It's massive body covering the ground and barely touching the end of my bare toes. "Camille... Atticus..." I whimper. "I did it. I killed it." My fingers feel funny, tingling with a weird sensation and shaking. Its all I can do to stare at the body of the animal. My eyes flinch and then I keep looking around me. My senses are hightened and sensitive. I swear I can hear everything now. The lightest rustle of leaves or the silence of the wind touching my ear. My heart explodes into my ears and with every beat, it sounds like a drump being played. Every inch of my body is feeling the adrenaline wearing off now and my muscles feel over used. My leg twitches and shakes with the effort of standing and a moment later, I crumple to the ground with a thud. I budge none, as I flex my right foot outward and then bend it back. I keep staring at the pig in front of me watching the blood pour out of its body where the hide used to be. This animal, any other tribute, would see as food or a trophy. They would look at it and not think twice that it might provide them with nurishment but I all I see is something that I killed. A living, breathing thing that was created, mutt or not, that I had the power to kill. And I'm safe now. I am completely safe as the knowledge that it will no longer hurt me sends a new sensation throughout my body. Safety in death provides me a clear conscious. In death, my enemies, they will no longer hurt me. It's a permanent solution to every problem that I own. "Do I have to kill everyone of those that hurt me in order to feel safe? Do I need to?" The questions taste bad on my tongue, but I've spoken them with truth. I look at the pig and then to my weapon. If I am to take a hefty portion for meat, then I need to wrap it; cut it somehow. Instead, I move away from the pig and then back up into the bushes, concealing myself. Surely, with the battle just overwith, someone might have heard me. Someone or something might just be lurking in the woods. With time, maybe it will become safe and that's when I shall come back out to butcher the meat. I need to preserve my body as much as I can, but I have no idea how to build a fire without the needed items. Having the items is better than not having them though. I decide to act upon that first before completely concealing myself. I leave my satchel in the bushes and make my way to the pig, completely appauled by the view of it. "I can kill it, but I just can't eat it." I grumble as I back away from the pig and turn away from it. That's when something appears behind me and a bundle of flowers are there, waiting. "What is this?" My fingers play with the leaves and the way they looks it resembles someting I remember seeing in the books that I studied. "Poison or Helpful." The words slip from my mouth in curiousity as I bring the petals to my mouth. It's so weird, but first the blue dandelion that I found, somehow made me feel better, and now this. What is Atticus doing for me? "Thank you." I state as I take the flowers from the ground and hug the plants to my chest. Then it hits me. I can no longer consume meat while in this arena but I can consume all the plants I want. No mess included and its tidy with no blood pouring over the ground or black, dead eyes staring at me. "Guess, I am becoming a vegitarian now. I need more than this though." Deja uses FA for -3. Receives medicinal plants and eats for -2. Deja collects 1 edible plant and 2 more Medicinal plants. Collects her crutches and goes off in search of shelter.