faithless face of a faceless faith; ss v hb v aj [day 1.5]

[rook]

jano karmichael

i would fight a thousand fights
lose my eyesight
take a life
i'd kill a man
just to hold your hand

"Then don't."

But I wish it was that simple. There is a difference between wanting to do something, and having to do something. I've always been a firm believer that there is no clear right or wrong, that good and evil is a two dimensional spectrum that we as humanity created to place judgement in people. It's never the whole story, and whilst I have met some truly despicable people, who have done horrendous things to me and my sister, even they were innocent children once. No person is inherently evil, just like no one is perfect. People do bad things, but it doesn't always make them bad people.

So as this girl, who I know nothing about, tells me not to hit her, with a wry smile on her face teasing me to do the opposite, I know I don't have a choice. What they are doing is wrong. Using human beings as bargaining chips, trading their lives for supplies. It is always better to fight for our freedom than allow ourselves to be blackmailed - I of all people know that best.

She lashes out, and there is a sick snap. A splitting pain shoots up my leg, and I crumble under the weight of myself. I cry out, rolling over and trying to scramble away before she can take advantage and finish me off. My leg is broken. She's broken my fucking leg. Fuck. The pain makes it impossible to walk, but I know that I have to if I want to live.

If I want to save Asriel. If I want to see Castor. I have to walk.

"Oh fuck. Fuck."

I'm slowly standing, all my weight on my other foot. There is no way I can walk on it, but I have to. I have to, like the man who walks through hell to save his friends.

I take a shaky step, and everything in my mind and body knows that I shouldn't. But I do, and it's agony. I have to bite my lower lip until it bleeds to muffle the screaming.

I am sweating like I have a fever, my stomach churns like a stormy sea, my hands shake, my heart pounds.

But I am alive, and that's all I need.

"Then.... let my friend go."

It's not a request this time. It's a demand.

[Jano attacks Shelby, Unarmed]
WMGJoZ8Eunarmed
[Broken Right Arm -- 6.5 damage]

i'd die alone
just to walk you home

unarmed

[✨ zozo.]

Red to black and it stings, burning eyes at the sight of sin. Little girls with furious fists launch - and were her eyes open Scarlett might have seen a trace of herself in the flailing form of Brooke Destin.  Helios on the ground - he's useless now, just another man she tied up, filled with empty kisses, left for dead. If she were anyone else Scarlett might care -- and maybe she does, but now is not the time to count on her fingers how many people in this place she may or may not care about. Fingers curl into a fist, infused into one: she looks out for herself first. ("No one in this family will come to defend you.") Girl from Eight slams her foot into braveheart's leg and it snaps, the crack ricochets through Scarletts body and it snaps her own head forward, side, in awe of the stranger - smart, lethal, she can stay. In distraction the redhead lunges again and feet hit exposed skin on her leg - a bruise may sprout there but she'll worry about blue and purple splashes underneath her skin later. Right now she's more transfixed on breaking skin, puncture wounds and spilling blood, coating her head to toe in signature scarlet shades. "Get the fuck off of me." Canon fire in the distance, she craves for her own at the hands of the devil, herself, the devil, she can't tell the difference anymore but the sound ricochets in her bloodstream and her heart skips a beat. She's adrenaline, speckled war paint dusting her cheeks, fire raging in her blood. A fist to the face and a crunch she's all too familiar with, Brooke Destin crumples in front of her, knuckles stinging white-hot - it's just a warm up. "Who's next?!" she grins, all black eyes and violent intentions.

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scarlett attacks brooke [ unarmed ]
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filler bc school and ):

[attacks asriel]
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[heather - d2 [mylee]]

 

Mind the world’s thoughts
Yours not to spare.

Own not her heart
Wonder not if she cares.

Never falter in this for
She knows where you rest
Take nothing from her
And you’ll long be blessed.

I strike out, and I am met with the sound of sick snapping the brings shock to my own bones.

I watch his leg crumple, and immediately he drops, scrambling away from me as though I have more to take. For fear more than not, I stay in place, watching him fight for something that is not his to keep. I see Cha falling once more, tumbling from the precipice, and I find a scream rising in my throat. It seems to be the only method by which I can stop the blaring pain in my head, even if it is for no longer than momentary.

“Oh fuck. Fuck.”

My eyes widen as he brings himself to stand once again, and I instinctively step back as he grimaces and addresses me once again, “Then… let my friend go.”

Before seconds pass and I am given time to present the logic behind the foolishness of this, he lunges forward on adrenaline, and I hear the sound of snapping bones once again.

I look to his leg first to see if it has finally given way in its entirety, but before I can process the same sight as before, pain is shooting through my arm, replacing tendons with knife blades and neurons with fire.

The scream that had settled in my throat only moments prior now finds its way to the surface, and as it reaches the climatic point of its existence, a cannon sounds.

My own in mind I whirl around clutching my arm with free hand as though it will stop the pain, or bleeding or something in between.

But I am very much alive, so much so that I see the body of a girl crumpled at Scarlett’s feet. The same grin once plastered upon my face has now transferred to hers, and she spits out blood as she speaks, “Who’s next?!”

She is deadly and I am dead— what a pair we are to make.

S H E L B Y • L E V I A N E

[shelby leviane attacks jano karmichael; unarmed]

iSofCWU1unarmed
[gash/bruised right femur -- 4.0]

unarmed

[[nyte]]

MY ONLY FRIEND WAS THE MAN IN THE MOON AND

EVEN SOMETIMES HE WOULD GO AWAY TOO

For a moment, I fear I've died. The tied boy strikes me again and there is a canon shot and-

It's not mine. I'm not glad. A girl has fallen, I remember her words- they were sweet like cherries upon the tip of my tongue. She wanted them to let us go. Me and this boy that I am grappling with and for the first time in a long time I take a second to wonder. Why? He's done nothing to me and it is only out of fear and spite that I have been trying to hurt him. (Without much success, I might add.)

Is that just how these games work? We fight and kill without reason and we dare not question the struggle? Even prey has reason to run. They do not flee without the heavy hoof beats of a predator behind them and yet I do not feel threatened by this boy. By the monsters? The ugly things, one of which whose hands are spotted red with innocent blood, yes I fear them. But one has only touched me long enough to wrap chord around my body and request silence from between my shaking lips.

I just want Jano and me to get out of this okay. And so, perhaps I am the predator. A short, skinny predator with his withering petals and collapsing stem. It's as funny a thought as it is terrifying.

"I'm really, truly sorry for hurting you." I whisper to my fellow prisoner and if I could reach for his hand I would hold it to my chest. "I just don't think there's anything else we can do."

We both want to make it out of this alive, after all.

[attacks helios -- unarmed]
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[the power of friendship 0.0 dmg]

forgot i have mcaccuracy
accuracy reroll

[attacks helios -- unarmed]
unarmed
[Bruised Left Hand -- 2.0 damage]

. . .


a s r i e l  d r e a m u r r

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[rook]

jano karmichael

i would fight a thousand fights
lose my eyesight
take a life
i'd kill a man
just to hold your hand

I'm on the floor again, face in the dirt, fingers desperately trying to claw me away from danger. I let out an involuntary wail with every slight movement that I make, as every nerve in my body is overwhelmed by the shooting pain coming from my snapped leg. It's hanging at an angle, unnatural and sickening. My stomach no longer churns, but sears like a bleach, and my vision blurs as I feel more lightheaded. I swallow the lump in my throat, grasping at air as I roll over, roll to safety, roll away, but there is movement, and a shadow hangs over me, ready to strike again, finish me off.

I'm not ready to die.

I ball my left hand into a knuckle and place it between my teeth, biting hard as I force myself to stand once more. I have to do this, on three. One, two-... Fuck it, just stand. Do it now. I just need to lean on my stronger leg, and then shift onto my- Fucking hell. Fire sears up my leg. The pain is excruciating, and I almost buckle again. I can't help but scream, biting down in my hand until I can't keep it there any longer.

I stagger, the world spins, and I reach out a hand to place onto anything real. I find the wall, and lean my entire existence against it, breaking out in a feverish sweat. I glance across the room, and the taller girl takes one light bounce forwards, followed by a stronger second step and with a movement so quick that my eyes can barely register, she smashes her fist into Brooke's face, and I hear a horrifying crack, like her entire face has just caved in on itself. She twists, her body limp, and in a sick realisation, I see that it has.

I fall again, holding my mid-section, my abdomen jolting as it attempts to bring up the contents of my stomach in revulsion of the horrendous scenes before me. I dry-heave, letting out a pathetic whimper as I do so. Her entire face was concave. How could someone do that with just one punch?

I said I'd smash their heads against the concrete, but this girl has beaten me to it, and I can only look on in horror as she smiles.
"Who's next?" She enquires, the power radiating inside of her.

I realise that I am now looking at a murderer. To her, killing is nothing but a task. She would have no issues doing the same to me, or Asriel, or the other kid tied up. She revels in it, her smile paints a depraved image of it all, of all of this. It's an art-form, the way she bathes in the kill, how she basks in the moment, using it to cast a shadow of fear in the rest of us.

But I'm not afraid.

I've been through hell and back, and there is nothing left of me but ashes. I've fallen apart and picked myself up so many times that I'm not even in a solid state anymore, I'm in flux, falling, rising, falling, rising. I stagger, standing on my broken leg again, and I can't even feel it, but there is tears in my eyes all the same. Tears for a girl who seemed for all the world out-of-place, genuine, and thoughtful. The daughter of River Destin, following in her mothers footsteps - footsteps that did not reach their destination. She was a good person, I had a gut feeling, and that gut feeling proved true when she led me to Asriel. A good-hearted, honest person.

And now she no longer exists. She is lifeless. Everything that she ever was has faded, left the vessel of her body and dissipated into nothing. Dead.

The canon sounds.

"I'm next." I say to the girl, "Fucking try me."

Two on one, I've had worse, after all, I'm the boy who took on the world.

And lost everything.

[Jano attacks Shelby, Unarmed]
FfRTWHeSunarmed
[Bruised Right Collar Bone -- 2 damage]

i'd die alone
just to walk you home

unarmed

[✨ zozo.]

"I'm next" the boy challenges, "fucking try me." He reminds her of her brother, in a way, with the same clenched fists and anger in his eyes. She wonders what he has to be furious about, how to be blinded by it, how to throw your life away in the presence of death and stand tall regardless. But Lazarus, Peter, Lazarus isn't stupid, nor heroic. He looks out for himself above all else - as she does. As she should. Maybe she'll find out what it's like to be blinded by fear instead of hate. What it's like to go down kicking and screaming on dwindling life, but for now death is on her side - stinging in her knuckles, roaring in her veins. She was made from a storm of a woman and now she'll make it rain blood and tears and chaos: her first victim hits the floor. It begins. Born a fighter, raised a killer, her fists rise in the birth of death from her hands. "If you say so." She grins as she swings.

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scarlett attacks jano [ unarmed ]
v5W5m5ucunarmed
Bruised Left Forearm -- 2 damage

unarmed

[Deleted]

H E L I O S .

"I'm really, truly sorry for hurting you."

I blink, beneath fabric and bondage, the sound of a crunch, a scream- god. Swear by the name myself, I cross my heart in a single second, a single breaking second that I can't comprehend. A flicker, a soft hit, soft words past a cannon, tears welling in strained eyes as I see a body hit the ground, a sea of hair. 

dear god no-

And I'm the one left to drown in it. 

Immediately I feel backwash, the feeling of drowning and reviving, water burning my throat and nose and I swallow vomit uneasily, choking on tears and acid and god, god what is this- something more evil than the girl I knew, blood on Scarlett's fists, (I'm sorry.) 

"SCARLETT-" and I no longer think I want to die. Not like Brooke, not like the one friend I had and the other who died to me in killing- I don't know what to say. Emotions I can't comprehend and my body can't handle, I pray I choke. My eyes scan frantic, watching Scarlett's form battle off a man I do not know and I may as well be color blind, yellow pulled from the scene and all I have is grey; I don't know anybody here. I don't know whether the one I do is the one I should never have trusted, the only recognizable name besides, 

brooke
.
.

I cannot hesitate. 

"I just don't think there's anything else we can do."

"I don't want to fight you." 

Trying to free myself completely past petty scratches and kicks and, "there's nothing I want from you-" Scarlett is murdering how she pleases, and in a place of hell bound sins I refuse to watch good people die, refuse to attack good people; I did not come here for this, "fists, words, apologies-"

Whether I recede to heaven as planned or take Percy's hand to hell, there's no point in praying myself a saint anymore. 

"And for that, I'm sorry."

Half a scream, half a bargain; a man behind gray against a woman of something darker than black, I can't wait for my own slaughter. 

[attacks asriel]
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"But I have somewhere to be."

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[heather - d2 [mylee]]

 

Tell me not what you think of
Each man’s own snare,
Or how you think your
Faith should be shared.
My religion is found
In the heart of nowhere.

When the weary mind has given way, it falls to the shoulders of paranoia to take control of the situation and take up residence in the forefront of the mind. I have lost my place on the map; my coordinates are no longer known. But loss alone is not what has come to terrify me, but rather the knowledge that there is no one left who desires to search for the information.

Alone in the world and alone in my mind, I can find no reason to search for a life that extends beyond its fabled value. If the cracks in my skin were lined in gold, I could find purpose in saving my skin, but since there is nothing to be found there but rust, I am but scraps of abandonment, begging for rest and being renewed each time the air falls silent for a single moment too long.

But this time it is not the creaking of my joints or the scraping of metal that scratches the silence, but rather the sound of cannons firing— one, two, three, four, five.

One accounted for at Scarlett’s feet, the other four are left to linger in the air until they can be labeled and forgotten. If today is the first of many, the days spent here will never stay silent for long, and I do not know how prepared I am to be bombarded with the remnants of white noise.

”I’m next.”

I am not sure if the boy with broken bones in front of me is telling or hoping— asking or desiring. There is no concrete emotion in the words and perhaps that is what is most terrifying of all.

Bastard child still broken— there is nothing left for me to do but make guesswork of time remaining.

S H E L B Y • L E V I A N E

[shelby leviane attacks jano karmicheal; unarmed]
qlZg4ZjFunarmed
[bruised right foot -- 2.0]

unarmed

[[nyte]]

MY ONLY FRIEND WAS THE MAN IN THE MOON AND

EVEN SOMETIMES HE WOULD GO AWAY TOO

I dont know what to say. I'm sorry? Fuck you? The entirety of my body aches and there are few words worth mentioning. "I understand." I turn to flash him a smile that feels more like a grimace. I hope he knows what I'm trying to do, even though I cant be too sure of that myself. "Would a name make things easier? If you do kill me, I would like you to remember it best you can." But the words are hollow out of my throat, cracked by blood and terror and god- what would happen to Jano if I left him here alone? Leg broken, half of him missing.

Strength is what I need to find. "And I promise, if you tell me yours I will do the same." I know little of the games. Of the victors and the tributes and the celebrities I have seen stained with golden silk but they reek of a perfection that made my head ache. No matter the blood on their hands, the victors survive. For a boy who's never seen the world, delusions of grandeur only serve to make me fucking sick.

"Asriel Dreamurr, District Two." Blood on the back of my hand, drawn across my face to stem the warm trickling and I can taste salt and iron already congealed upon the tip of my tongue. It sickens me that I cannot tell whose it is. It sickens me that I know it is not only mine.

"In any other circumstance, it would be nice to meet you. You have a kind face."

Just not a merciful one.

[attacks helios -- unarmed]
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[result]

. . .


a s r i e l  d r e a m u r r

unarmed

[rook]

jano karmichael

and so
you know
you know
i'm tired

I feel like I have been snapped in half. The ligaments between the joint in my leg are screaming out from the stress of the break, twisting under the pressure of my body weight. As I drag myself forwards, doing absolutely everything in my power to stay upright, I can feel the jagged edges from where the bone has splintered grinding against each other.

My breaths are painful, each inhale is sharp, a knife into my chest. Not just yet. My vision is blurry, I can't focus on the two girls in front of me, or Asriel behind them. I feel giddy, like there isn't enough blood going to my brain, and I can't quite think straight. I try to raise my hands, find my balance, but my body doesn't do what I want it to do. I'm stumbling, staggering, groaning, and moaning towards my attackers, blind but staring death in the face.

"If you say so." She says, and I can hear the smile. I can feel the bloodlust from ten yards away. It's like radiation in the air, flickering against my tarnished skin. Then, movement, blurred but fast towards me, and I'm hanging in a strange nothingness for a few seconds, like I am in the eye of a great storm. I've felt this before, a horrendous precursor, the mass of which is so vast and unavoidable that you don't even tense, your body just slacks, accepting it's fate. It's my father's fist held in front of my cheek, it's the Peacekeeper's whip raised high in the air, it's fear.

Fear always finds you. It's grips you, paralyses you to the spot, drains you of all hope. It's a parasite, crawling inside of you and festering, feeding on your every bad thought. One fist hits me, and I try to move, but I'm disorientated, and then another. I twist, somehow staying on my feet, the pain in my leg is excruciating. I scream out again, tears stinging my eyes as my hands reach for a wall to lean against, to take the pressure off my leg, but there is nothing - I'm out in the open, waving my arms around, lost and abandoned.

Please help me Castor.

There have been times where I have found fear. Like taking poison to build up a tolerance. Fear is an adrenaline that can keep you alive, and I need absolutely anything I can get my hands on to get me past this pain, to get me to Asriel. I'm on the verge of passing out from the pain, my stomach feels like lead, my head pounds like an anvil, and everything about this is wrong, but I need to find fear. I'm the man who walks naked into the lions den.

Find fear, and you will find the strength to carry on.

I don't want to die. I'm not ready. I'm not ready to die.

So fight. Fight to find to Castor, to save Asriel, to get the best of Ingran.

I take one step, two step, and I think I am falling, but I think I might just be flying.

[Jano attacks Shelby, Unarmed]
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[Miss -- 0.0 damage]

Accuracy reroll
unarmed
[Knocked Backwards -- 0.5 damage]

this landscape that we create
will haunt us forever
it's full
and it's all we'll ever need

unarmed�unarmed

[✨ zozo.]

 

"SCARLETT-"

Her neck snaps back - not from the impact of a fist but that of a voice, her name, bruising in her ears. It's an opened wound brandished on her conscience, a scar ripped opened and stitched closed a thousand times over. It's the call of men pained by her actions, the same cries from gurgling throats and spluttering vocal chords ripped to shreds.

("Sc-c-c-c-c--c-c-c-ou-t-"

They would retch,
furious eyes watering,
choking on blood and silver.)

Helios, disgusted. Of course he is, like all the men who've come before him staring down the barrel of a gun in her hands. She looks at him with pity, and then annoyance, like he didn't know this was coming. She should kill him, make it quick, a twist of vertebrae and reunited with dead girls underneath petals and marble and crosses - they're death dressed up, a familiar concept.

Helios, disgusted, but there's something in his voice that seems to plead with her like he thinks they could all be saved.

Scarlett smirks at his naivety, at the sound of a curse branded at birth. It came from the mouth of the devil who hollowed out her heart and stripped it of light and named her the colour of blood. Faith is a fickle mistress for naive boys and stupid men and those with their eyes to the sky.

She keeps her own ahead, ripping them from Helios' floored frame. Desperation is her indulgence and she drinks in his pain like she's dying of thirst.

In the echo of her name flung from his mouth, a cannon fires.

S C A R L E T T • S T R O M S

scarlett attacks asriel
0dgM0DfGunarmed

unarmed

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H E L I O S .

"I understand."

A foreign concept, I bite my lip, hold swears and curses in an untied pandora's box- "would a name make things easier?" No, no no- "if you do kill me, I would like you to remember it best you can." 

"I-" I don't understand. In every way he does apparently, like a-


blah blah bblah helios whine and cry type 

""And I promise, if you tell me yours I will do the same."

omg it's cool fam pls no !!! do not.

"Asriel Dreamurr, District Two."

u know that feeling when ur leg is asleep but a cat crawls in ur lap and falls asleep and now u cant move for another 3 years, this is that feeling helios has but like he's also crying and the cat is guilt, shame and a longing for death

no no  lol no thanks pls

"In any other circumstance, it would be nice to meet you. You have a kind face."

pls no ur too nice and all i want u to do is to snap my neck

"you have kind hands-" HA sick burn this crippled kid cant fight ( 8

I don't wish upon him the same burden - an easy death. A simple death, it's the whole reason I'm here. To die without memory and memoriam. If he sees my face in the anthem god be it my name is faded, for Asriel, for everybody but Scarlett. 

May my name burn blah blah something bout that bitch being "condemned by his memory!!" or whatever 


fuckin het

"Please, forget my face."

death, without memory, without sin. 


[attacks asriel]
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[heather - d2 [mylee]]

 

Never fear my darling,
Death reaches not here;
And the hand of the devil
Numbs not your fear.

The boy with broken bones speaks quietly, smoothly, and suddenly his voice is rushing through my ears, passing through my brain and leading my throat to constrict. His words were velvet, and I would run my hands along his chest while he spoke just to feel his thoughts come to life in the pit of his stomach.

He was made of outlandish promises, just realistic enough to believe and too far fetched not to fall in love with. He knew my sister for her insanity, and for this reason he knew that my feet were planted in a foundation of instability and childish wishes.

If all he had offered was a pair of shoulders to stand on, I likely would have still leapt into his arms and followed him along that gravel path, barefoot and blinded by the reflection of the moon off his teeth.

So strong in thought I had failed to realize just how weak my soul was growing. I was waning with the passing hour, unable to see the difference between my downfall and my pride. If I took a breath deep enough to noticeably expand my chest, I could feel my ribs pushing against skin, screaming for a breath a fresh air that was not a secondhand responsibility.

The boy in front of me wishes to do nothing but grant my request, and suddenly I am falling backwards, attempting to find my balance as my eyes stay focused upon him. I break his leg and he still cannot manage to take the hint that I do not wish to be bothered by his presence any longer.

If god was a man I believe that he would fight with his fists alone.

S H E L B Y • L E V I A N E

[shelby leviane attacks jano karmicheal; unarmed]
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[gash/bruised right arm -- 3.0]

unarmed

[[nyte]]

bc unfortunately we have 1 day

filler

[attacks helios -- unarmed]
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[result]

unarmed