No New Friends (Molly, Gentian, Riven, Leticia)

[MrMista]

Molly Malachite | 14 | D1F

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This was far from what Molly had expected to encounter in the arena. As the distance between the broken girl and her attackers grew and the two boys faded from view, Molly slowed to a halt. (The pain!) Her leg was useless, a broken mess. Molly hopped, once, twice, … thud! She hit the ground hard. (My head… my leg… my shinies…) As the dazed girl tilted her face up, she found herself looking at a most unusual sight – a door … on the ground. Curious, she opened it… (Are the shinies behind here?) and had to blink her eyes multiple time to convince herself, (Is this real?)  

Behind the door lay a staircase, which led to another door, and another staircase, on and on and onandonandon… Molly looked away, for the sheer sight was making her head swim. (Or is that blood loss?) Looking behind her, Molly realized she had no choice. She could either return to the scene of the bloodbath and risk losing her other leg, (I need to find Gentian), or descend into the labyrinth of steps.  

Dragging herself one foot at a time, Molly slowly descended the stairs. It wasn’t long before she encountered her ally, standing… on the ceiling? “How’d you get up there?” she they called.  

“What? I’m not up anywhere. I’m as down to the ground as it gets, silly. You’re the one standing up on the ceiling.” As Mollie watched, Gentian looked around with a thoughtful look on his face, then started running from the ceiling down a wall, then across the room so that he stood directly opposite Molly. As he approached, all Molly could do was gawk. (How? What? Did he just - ?)  

“Well you’re just full of secrets aren’t you? They teach you how to do that in District 8?” She lit up with a thought. “Can you teach me?” As he helped the broken girl up, the pain in her leg intensified. “Careful,” she squeaked, “Some of us weren’t as lucky as you during the Bloodbath.”  

“Speaking of which, where did you run off to? And where’s Salome? You’ve got a lot of explaining to –" Footsteps, just ahead. The duo froze, unsure about whether they should approach or not. (I’m useless like this. Maybe we should run.) 

(No, then we’d just meet right back up with those other boys. Be realistic Molly, the only way to go is forward.) 

“No use standing around, Gentian. We have to keep moving,” she said. (Perhaps they’re friendly, like Salome. Maybe they even have shinies they’re willing to share!) 

Molly lit up at the possibility of finding more allies, individuals who could help – (Who am I kidding? They can’t be trusted. Hell, my own district partner crippled me the first chance he got. It’s like the trainers back home said – in the Games, you play to win, or you die.) 

Nevertheless, Molly realized, even if they weren’t friendly, that didn’t mean they didn’t have anything she wanted. (My shinies!) 

They were now close enough that Molly could make out the duo before them, two girls, one crippled just like Molly. (At least we know this will be a fair fight.) She smirked, and as visions of diamonds, emeralds and amethysts danced before her eyes, Molly lunged.  

Of course, she failed to consider that Gentian would not be lunging with her, and, with only one leg to support her full weight, she fell, her fist colliding with the other crippled girl’s foot. She looked her in the eyes, a mischievous look on Molly’s face, and… realized that she knew the girl. It was Leticia, from District 7, in the dining hall, with the bracelet. (The shiny bracelet!) The mischievous look twisted into something much more sinister as Molly parted her lips and said with a giggle, "Nothing personal, but you’ve got something I want."  

[attacks Leticia unarmed] 
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5025 -- Gash/Bruised Left Foot -- 3 damage

(Unarmed)unarmed

[Lyn𝛿is]

gentian hope

Four cannons echoed eerie across the arena just a short distance above him. Whatever relationships, whatever conversations had existed before the Games, it was everyone for themselves from the moment the gong rang. He understood that now. And yet -

The last of the tributes were leaving the cornucopia, and he spotted a figure limping away, chased by two careers guarding their Wealth hoard. Molly, he thought, approaching the figure cautiously, until he was standing... beneath her?

"How’d you get up there?" he wondered out loud, then stopped short as another voice asked the same question simultaneously.

“What? I’m not up anywhere. I’m as down to the ground as it gets, silly. You’re the one standing up on the ceiling.”

Pause. Put yourself in someone else's shoes. If the ceiling was the floor to her, then the floor must be the ceiling... but how?

"We're all on the ceiling..." he realized, "but we're all on the ground." And with that, he ran towards his ally, helping her up as she stared at him.

"They teach you how to do that in District 8?”

"I guess the closest we have is... these reversible scarves we produce, except they only have one side to begin with - "

But now was neither the time nor place to explain the details of scarf production. They were still too close to the cornucopia, still in this maze of a mansion, and just as they turned the corner were the two girls from Seven and Ten.

Molly lunged at them. This time, he wasn't going to abandon her again.

Gentian Hope attacks Riven Fowley unarmed

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5081 -- Broken Right Arm -- 6.5 damage
(Unarmed)

unarmed

[solo]

Bravery is a long lost memory at this point, something in my past that I don't particularly care to dredge up. I used to dig for it I think. At school, when I had to present a project, and I would force myself to stand up in front of the class and steady my quivering voice. In the market, when Mama sent me to buy food, and I had to stop my hands from shaking, otherwise I would drop all the money we had. I used to be brave, I tell myself. I used to be best friends with Bravery. We would go out on long walks together, we would swim together in the summer and hold our breath as long as we could, we would race and see who could get to the top of the tree the fastest. But then I grew up, and I was hurt, and Bravery left me. I've become a coward since then.
A coward, and a fool. What else could possibly explain how I got myself into this mess, in an arena with fifty-one other children, in a place where my screams and terror will be broadcasted live for all of Panem to see, where my family will watch me bleed out and take my last breath well they look on, entirely helpless. I would hate to be in their shoes. To watch my brothers die, and not be able to do anything about it. But then I think about it, and I wonder if they will even care. I practically disowned them when I volunteered. I went against everything we believe in as a family out of pure spite. I tore up the roots that had once held me firmly in place, and I ran, I ran so fast I didn't even get to say good bye. All I had was a pair of shoes. And now look where I am.
I take a deep, calming breath, helping Leticia down one of the many flights of stairs that twist up and around this mansion. It's a masterpiece, a gorgeous work of art, one that I try to remember every single detail of so I can draw it when I have the time. I fish through my bag with my free hand, finding the single crayon I picked up during the bloodbath. I wonder silently what this place will look like in shades of soft to dark brown. Boring, I suppose, but I think the defiancy of it all will make it interesting to look at, despite the lack of color.
I'm too focused on my thoughts and on keeping Leticia standing to notice another pair of tributes coming towards us. By the time I look up, there's a girl lunging at us, and I let out a gasp of surprise. She trips, and I realize her leg is broken. I don't even realize she's got an ally with her until he's shoving me aside, my arm crushing painfully against the posts of the railing next to the stairs. A shout tears from my throat and pain shoots up my arm, into my neck, into my head.
"Get off me!" I cry sharply, and blindly swipe at my attacker.

{Word Count: 532 || Attacks Gentian Hope || Unarmed}

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5147 -- Broken Left Foot -- 6.5 damage

unarmed

[Sleepy Fluttershy]

Leticia Wheeler

The place where I find myself after fleeing the Bloodbath with Riven, half-conscious and weak, makes me feel like the pain is causing some sort of hallucinations. It looks like a building, but I don't understand, whether we are standing upside down or flying, because it is not clear at all what is ceiling and what is wall. I am not even sure we are standing on the floor right now. Everything  seems so big and is much smaller at the same time, all the furniture is in wrong places from my realistic point of view. The Gamemakers have probably decided to drive us all crazy for sure in these Games. I am limping beside my ally, trying hard not to scream or yell. I would really love to thank her for getting me out of the cornucopia, but my knee hurts so much, that I can only grit my teeth and walk in silence.
I don't think I have ever been in so much pain before. Even on that day, when I accidentally cut my leg with a knife, I felt better than now. When I think about it, a shadow of regret and sorrow runs over my face. I can hardly believe now, that there were times when my life was actually normal, more or less. But I still remember my first encounter with Marcus in the woods, like it was yesterday. Like I was calling him a jerk only a few hours ago. It has been a few months since he sneaked up on me and seeing his blond messy mane only a few inches away from where I was standing almost gave me a heart attack. And I also recall hiding from my teacher with his assistance. I haven’t seen him since that day in the training center. And he hasn’t been in the Bloodbath. Damn. I never thought I would say that, but I miss that arrogant voice yelling “Bitch!” at me. I hope he will be all right. I also recollect meeting the two district one girls who talked to me in the training center. I wonder if they are still alive. They looked like nice people, especially the crazy one who was obsessed with shiny stuff. I bet she liked the clothing she got for the Games. Don’t know about her, but there are definitely a lot of “shinies” on my clothes. This glittering stuff like these cufflinks annoys me so much. I would never wear anything like this.

There was also the district three girl... And there were my other two allies. We have to find them both before it is too late. I wonder if Lori got too scared in the Bloodbath... She always seemed too kind to attack anyone. And I miss her messing around. I even don’t mind her calling me Tricycle, though it doesn’t sound really pleasant.

I moan quietly and wince when I feel the pain launch itself at my body again. Faces from the mist of my memory are starting to run before my eyes. Damn. I am not even sure, who hurt me. I think I remember one of my district partners throwing me on the ground... Frustration fills my soul as I think about that. There were other people to attack, why me? Suddenly I remember the district one guy slashing at me. It was him. He did this to me. Though was any of this his fault? No, he is just struggling to survive here, like everybody else. I can't blame anyone for my clumsiness.

Thankfully, Riven got out of the cornucopia safe and sound, unlike me. She was really impressive back there in the Bloodbath. I wouldn’t have made it out without her help. Knowing this feels pretty awkward actually. I have been looking down on my allies for such a long time, thinking that I am the only one among them who knows what real life is. And today I barely managed to escape . Riven saved my life when it all should have been different. I thought I was going to protect her and I was wrong. Am I really that worthless? I wince again as the knee reminds me of the injury.

I don’t know for how much longer we can survive. How can I fight if I am not able to walk properly? I have to stop thinking about it, though. I can survive one broken knee. I can help Riven fight if it is necessary. I can live to the end of this day. I can do this. I don’t really know what I can do to reduce the pain, but I hope I can endure it for the rest of the Games... I mean, for the period of time I will spend in the Arena. I have no idea about how long this nightmare will last for me.

Suddenly I feel something scratch my wrist. I roll my sleeve up and see Aileen’s bracelet which I smuggled into the Arena with me. My sister’s face floats through my mind slowly. “This is a gift for your birthday.” She wants me to come back so badly. “Gift for your birthday”... She cares so much about me. How could I not notice that before? “Your birthdày”. Birthday. Damn. Suddenly a striking thought pierces my mind. Dammit. Today is my birthday. How could I forget? I don’t know if my family can see me right now. I really wish they weren’t watching me suffer here. Maybe I can cheer them up. It is rather hard to forget about the knee for a few moments, but I manage a confident grin. It remains on my face for a couple of seconds and then I wince again. But I feel like they are all here somewhere. Even in this crazy place, they will always be with me. I stroke the paperclips gently and pull my sleeve down. “Thank you, sis,” - I mutter quietly.

So today is my birthday. How old am I already? I think I am sixteen now. I sigh quietly and bite my lip. A brand new knee injury isn’t exactly what I would be happy to get on this special day. Damn. I wince again. This guy from one put a lot of effort into this gift, though, so I shouldn’t get too angry. He tried. That was sarcasm, of course. I am sure he didn’t even think that I am human and can have birthdays too. I smile ironically.

Does anyone here know that I am turning sixteen today? Most certainly, the answer is no. But No one ever cared much about my birthday, except for my sister who kept giving me drawings and half-burnt cookies and the other members of my family who organized a special dinner: Apples and bread. I start whistling a birthday song when I notice two other tributes come near us. Have to get closer to Riv unless I want to screw up the second chance to protect her.

There are two of them. The boy from eight and... Wait, is this the shiny girl from one? I almost sigh with relief. She seemed nice when we first met in the dining hall... Or maybe I am bad at judging people’s personalities and she is going to attack? I watch them cautiously as they come up to us. There is something wrong with the shiny’s leg... It is broken, just like mine, I think. I don’t want to fight a wounded person... Maybe they will just let us pass. Suddenly the girl rushes towards me and I realise that there will be no peace. Just fighting. Thankfully, she falls down before she can hit us, but accidentally hits my foot. DAMN! The pain pierces my body again and I don’t even have the strength to dodge her next blow. Now my other leg is hurt too. Oh my dearest life, you’ve got to be kidding! Not another bruise! Haven’t I had enough for one day?

“Nothing personal, but you’ve got something I want!”

Wait, does she want to get Aileen’s bracelet? No. It can’t be true. I stare at her in disbelief, as I jump backwards. She looked so amiable back there in the Capitol. Why would she want to hurt me? Just for the sake of laying her hands on a handful of paperclips?

I don’t lunge forward, because I don’t want to attack her before she gets up. But I feel as betrayed and bitter as I have never felt before in my life. That is what opening up to people means. That is where trying to be friendly got me! I gather all my strength to suppress the groan that is tearing my insides apart and smirk at her sarcastically. No, you won’t beat me, you Career jerk! And you won’t lay your dirty hands on my sister’s gift, because even the trash where she looked for those paperclips is more pure than your soul!

“You won’t touch my sister’s present, shiny maniac. I thought you were different. But looks like you are just like your damn district partner. Are you Atlas’s twin or something?”

My voice is as quiet and firm as it has never been. I still don’t want to strike. She is not worth it. And I am not a damn murderer.

Suddenly her ally hits Riven and she shouts loudly.

"Get off me!"

Rage rises slowly up my throat and for a few seconds I cannot breathe. You don’t. Hurt. My. Friends. You will regret this. I look at my ally’s face and realise that she is in a lot of pain right now. Something is wrong with her arm. I hope it is dislocated, because if it is, I can try to fix it. But if it is broken, there is almost nothing we can do.

Riven fights back, hitting the guy's foot and the bitch inside me wakes up eventually. We have to fight them if we want to survive. I can’t let them hurt my ally. And I don’t regret it, because these damn jerks deserve it. Especially the guy. The shiny girl is just an idiot.

"Hitting girls, how brave! You are being such a gentleman!"

[attacks Gentian Hope unarmed]

.........

I lunge forward to kick him And of course, I miss. I am such a damn fool!
"Sorry, Riv. I tried my best. Are you okay?"


{Word count: 1707}

THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG!

Table by the amazing and wonderful Solo:)))

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5112 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Unarmed)unarmed

[MrMista]

Molly Malachite | 14 | D1F

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Light flashed around Molly as she and Gentian threw themselves at their opponents. As her ally landed a solid blow, a resounding crack! pierced the air. (I’m liking these odds.) But as she smiled, another crunch! filled Molly’s ears, and she watched in horror as Gentian dropped, hard. “No!” she screamed. The girls were ganging up on him, trying to take down her ally.

She couldn’t let that happen. Molly needed him now. For better or for worse, he was her guiding light until they could reunite with Salome. She was the one thing meant to keep him from slipping into despair, and he was the one who would take her to her shinies.

Focusing back on the present, Molly looked at Leticia, prepared for retaliation, but Leticia’s newest weapon wasn’t physical. Instead, the words that escaped Leticia’s mouth stemmed directly from her darkened soul.

“You won’t touch my sister’s present, shiny maniac. I thought you were different. But looks like you are just like your damn district partner. Are you Atlas’s twin or something?”

(How DARE she!) “Don’t.” Hop. “You.” Hop. “Ever.” Hop. “Say that traitor’s name again!” She felt her face turning red at the thought. Her own district partner had taken the first chance he’d received to cut her down like an obstacle in his path. And for what? What was he fighting for – some twisted sense of glory? He was another creature of darkness, a stain on the beautiful world around them. He was a crazed maniac – out to cut down the light.

A maniac – Leticia had called her that. A shiny mania, but a maniac nonetheless.
“Maniac?” Molly laughed. “Is that what I am now? For valuing the beauty in the world around us? For seeking to surround myself with light?” She narrowed her eyes at the girl, speaking coldly through the pain. “I thought you shared in the light with me, that you would understand what I came her for.”

Looking down, she muttered, “I can see now I was wrong.” As she watched the fighting around her continue, Molly readied herself to attack again. There were only a few beings of light in this arena; she could see that now. The rest were shadows, less than human. If they couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the light, then they were not worthy of possessing it.

Molly met Leticia’s gaze again, and this time, she did not look away. “Your soul is tainted by darkness, Leticia Wheeler,” she spit at her, horrified to see the truth. “You do not deserve that bracelet’s light!”


[Attacks Leticia unarmed]
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[Lyn𝛿is]

gentian hope

The girl's foot collides with his in a sickening crunch, and he bites back a scream as he falls, his leg giving way beneath him. An eye for an eye, limb for a limb, bone for bone.

Hitting girls, how brave! You are being such a gentleman!

Something in that statement makes him pause, as though noticing for the first time how easily he'd shoved the Ten girl only half his size. Maybe he hadn't meant to break her arm. Maybe whatever it was he meant, it didn't matter.

Hate them, a voice said in the back of his mind. Hate them, and you can survive.

Almost halfheartedly, he lunges forward.

Gentian Hope attacks Riven Fowley unarmed

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5117 -- Thrown to Ground -- 0.5 damage
(Unarmed)

unarmed

[solo]

The boy's foot cracks under the sudden pressure of mine and I feel a sickening shiver run down my spine. He broke me, I broke him back. But is it right? Does he deserve it? I have no idea who he is or what he's like, only that he's threatening my life and I desperately need to protect it. I cling to it with panicked, sweaty fingers, my palms slipping, terrified that I'll let go and drop into the abyss of death. What would it be like? Probably dark. Very dark.
I can see their mouths moving, talking to each other, shouting I think. Leticia and the girl. I can see it, but I can't hear it. My head is ringing and my stomach is doing flips inside of me and I'm worried my breakfast is going to come up. Not that there's much in there, I was too nervous to eat this morning.
Amongst the flurried movement and unheard words, I pick up on my name. "...Riv. I tried my..." It fades slowly into one ear and then out the other. Words dance through my mind, little black shapes that I can see but can't really comprehend. I process them slower than her mouth is moving. I squint at her face, see the look of concern, and assume she's worried about me. Why would she be worried? Last time I checked, she didn't like me all that much. But right now, she's all I've got.
My eyes drift to the girl from One, everything moving in slow motion, except for the rapid-fire pain shooting up my arm and into my neck. I think I'm crying but I can't be sure. The girl's mout is moving fast, chattering on about who knows what. All can really comprehend at the moment is that she sounds crazy. She takes a swipe at Leticia, misses entirely, and I do my best to help out my ally. Objects move in a blur around me and words fade in and out of existence. I can't even be sure if I'm still here, or if I've actually faded from the world without realizing it.

{Word Count: 355 || Attacks Molly Malachite || Unarmed}

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5059 -- Bruised Right Shin -- 2 damage

unarmed

[Sleepy Fluttershy]

The crazy shiny rushes towards me one more time. I am surprised to see that she doesn’t like hearing her district partner’s name. Why is she so angry with him? It is none of my business, though. She is saying some gibberish again and all I can understand is “You don't deserve that bracelet's light!” Maybe that is true. But neither do you, Molly, because you are an idiot who would kill for another “shiny”. A human life and soul are two things that matter the most. Don't they teach them that in career districts? Probably not. And the bracelet is everything I have left from my family. I can’t let the treacherous idiot take it. It is just another shiny thing for her, but it means a lot more to me. Damn, why can’t she just stop this? I don’t see any point in fighting over a small token which she doesn’t really need.
"Atlas broke my knee for a crayon, you are doing the same right now. Fine, attack me, you damn career jerk. But you are blinded by greed and don't even notice the kind of light I see in this bracelet."
She lunges at me and misses, while her ally throws Riven on the ground. I think she is hurt and I am ready to kick the guy again, but his foot is damaged. So is the Shiny’s leg, but she is being cruel and violent. And I am afraid that she is not going to stop anytime soon. To focus on the guy and maybe even get a chance to get away we need to throw her backwards for a while. Riven hits her, probably thinking the same thing or just trying to help me out. “Thanks”. As I say it, I forget about the knee and accidentally make a step forward with my broken leg. DAMMIT! The pain crushes me in its firm grip and I feel dizzy and sick. But I can't give up. Damn. These idiots will cause us more pain if we don’t fight back. And I have to keep the shiny jerk at bay if I want to survive. My left leg is bruised because of her and if it goes on like that, I may lose the ability to walk. Riven won’t be of much help to me in this case, because I can see she is in a lot of pain. Damn. I kick Molly as hard as I can to get rid of her for a while.
[attacks Molly Malachite unarmed]

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5193 -- Broken Right Knee -- 7.0 damage
(Unarmed)unarmed

[MrMista]

Molly Malachite | 14 | D1F

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It was clear to Molly what her mission was – save the light from these harbingers of darkness and reclaim it for those worthy of it. The shinies would lie in wait at the end for her, waiting until it was time to claim them.

As Molly swiped at Leticia, trying to wipe out the smudge of her existence, the second girl appeared off to her side. (I need move. Quickl-) “Aaagghh,” screamed Molly as she toppled to the side, her punch flying wide as the girl sent out a wild kick, hitting Molly right in the shin. As she scrambled on the ground, trying to get up quickly, Molly felt the light above her be smothered by darkness.

As she looked up, she saw Leticia’s menacing features peering down at her. "Atlas broke my knee for a crayon, you are doing the same right now. Fine, attack me, you damn career jerk. But you are blinded by greed and don't even notice the kind of light I see in this bracelet." To Molly’s horror, the other girl’s face twisted into a snarl, almost feral. She could only watch in horror as Leticia dug her foot deeply into the spot where Molly’s bone was broken.

Writing on the ground, Molly felt tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes. “Stop! You… you fiend!”

Gasping for air, Molly struggled to form the words she needed to say. “You compare me to Atlas, but who do you think broke my leg to begin with? Congratulations, you hypocrite! You’ve just added to his masterpiece. Maybe after this, the two of you can go for a nice drink before returning to the hellhole you both crawled from.”

Pushing herself away from Leticia and readjusting her position, Molly shot daggers at the girl. “Don’t you lie to me about light when all you exude is darkness. The light is on my side, and you have no right to snuff it out.”


[Attacks Leticia unarmed
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[Lyn𝛿is]

aghhh, guess what, another filler

Attacks Riven unarmed

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[solo]

I was brave once, I'm sure of it. Was I? The more I think about it, the faster it turns to fog in my mind, thin trails of milky white air slipping between my fingers and floating away on the wind. Bravery? Who is ever brave? Does it even exist? I'm starting to convince myself that perhaps it was just some figment of my imagination. A mirage, floating with teasing light above the water, only to disappear when I touched it. Bravery doesn't exist inside a coward.
More words zip past and I can't really grasp at them, I can only see them and get the sense that they're both crazy. Something about light and dark and none of it makes sense to me. The whole thing is scaring me, really. So instead of staying here, I steal myself away, I create my own world within the margins of my mind, pulling it from the deep, cobweb-tangled corners. A place with sunlight and flowers and a promise that here you will never be hurt. I almost smile, my imagination pushing away the encroaching pain in my arm. It's still there, only on the other side of the wall. Inside the wall, there is peace. There is harmony. And I know I could stay here forever.
Movement occurs outside the wall, and some small, unconscious piece of me is pulled back to the present. Someone shoves me, but I don't really care who, and I subconsciously push back. I'm not in complete control of my actions anymore, I'm too focused on my own world, too dazed to actually perceive what's happening on the other side of that wall. The daisies are too pretty.

{Word Count: 280 || Attacks Gentian Hope || Unarmed}

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5065 -- Bruised Right Foot -- 2 damage

unarmed

[Sleepy Fluttershy]

When I attack the Shiny, I hear a bone cracking and see her collapse to the ground in pain. Dammit! That is not what I wanted. I just wanted her to leave me alone for a while. I have gotten used to missing my opponent's body every time I attack and didn't even consider the possibility of doing any serious damage to her. I can feel the pain that floods her eyes and tears in them strike me. I come to my senses almost instantly. She might be awful, but I don’t want to cause her that kind of pain. I will not hit her again.
“Damn, I am really sorry!”
She is just a fool, but no one deserves to suffer like that. The pain shoots through my own leg and I don’t hear what she yells at me. I only hear Atlas’s name and realise that he broke her leg before I did the same. Regret fills my heart. What are we fighting over? We were both attacked by the same person, both thrown into this pit of hatred and neither of us wants to suffer. Why? Why are we doing this? Maybe she is smart enough to figure out that attacking me makes no sense. Or will she?
“Just stay away from me and I won’t hurt you!”
I see Molly's ally kicking Riven again. She punches him back weakly, but I understand that she is almost unconscious and can barely protect herself. I can't let personal feelings get in my way and fight the Shiny when my ally is in such a desperate situation. I have to help her, whatever it takes. Turning around on my leg, I make a huge jump in the district eight tribute’s direction and hit him, not aiming for anything in particular, just trying to buy us time.

Hold on, Riv. This is a nightmare, much worse than even the Bloodbath, but I won’t leave you alone. You risked your own life to save mine and I will get you out of here. How exactly? Damn, I have no idea, I can’t even stand properly by myself. But we will figure something out. And now we have to hold them off. I jump in front of my ally to protect her and snap at the guy:
“Don’t you dare touch my friend again! Got it?!”

[attacks Gentian unarmed]

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5188 -- Gash/Bruised Left Femur -- 4.0 damage
(Unarmed)unarmed

[MrMista]

Molly Malachite | 14 | D1F

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Light and darkness. Two opposing forces constantly at odds. One’s gain meant the other’s loss. In Leticia, Molly could see the powers fighting against each other. One moment, the girl was crushing Molly’s knee beneath her boot.

Darkness: 1

The next, her eyes almost mirrored Molly’s, tearing up at the pain she’d caused, as she gasped, “I am really sorry!”

Light: 1

Molly was starting to come around to the girl again. She wasn’t empty of darkness, but her ability to fight against it was even more impressive than if she had been. With every grunt, Molly could see Leticia’s desire to fight it back. “Just stay away from me and I won’t hurt you!” A desperate plea, an attempt to suppress the darkness within her, escaped the girl’s lips. (I don’t want to hurt you.)

Light: 2

Molly started to think her two opponents would flee right then and there. They had all taken their shares of damage, and if the fight didn’t end soon, Molly could imagine a scenario where only three of them would survive the gory scene. But instead of taking off, the two girls simply shifted their fists’ focus to her ally. Poor Gentian stood by, helpless, as the girls coalesced around him. Fists flew at his already damaged legs as Leticia screamed, “Don’t you dare touch my friend again!” Did she not see the irony in her statements? This was her dark side’s doing.

Darkness: 2

Molly couldn’t just stay back to let her ally take the force of the girls’ attacks. She had to bring the fight to an end, soon. Glancing from one girl to the other, Molly felt her fingers curl into a fist once more. She would let Leticia fight the darkness back herself, while Molly dealt with the other shadow on the field.




[Attacks Riven unarmed]
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[Lyn𝛿is]

gentian hope

It's too late to turn back now.

Red seeps through the gash on his thigh where the girl's blow had torn through the flimsy nightgown. Molly is still beside him, her light blonde hair glimmering in an uncanny light against Leticia's darker locks. Light and shadow... all in the end at the mercy of time.

Five cannons, and he wonders if Eva's fire has been snuffed out yet, if she had been ambushed just like Lily and Paige had, unsuspecting, at their most vulnerable moments. Maybe she was too smart for that. Older and wiser and a little less innocent from the world.

He thinks of Eva, and Molly, and Salome. The two in front of them are just in his way.

Gentian Hope attacks Riven Fowley unarmed

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5046 -- Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage
(Unarmed)

unarmed

[solo]

Filler cause I'm on mobile. Will write up a post tonight!

[Attacks Gentian Hope unarmed]
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