maze daze {eva oneshots day 1.5}

[pup]

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[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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[attr="id","scroll"]

I hobble forwards in my uncomfortably high high heels.

"F### you, Cricket with your darn high heels." I mutter angrily to myself. Better shoes would have been greatly appreciated.

My tote bag was bulging with the promise of two delicious smelling butterflies and the two small rabbits I had capture in the rose garden. I probably won't be able to eat it all before I die so I might as well find someone to share it with.

Gentian is probably a good idea.

Then I remember the sounds of fighting and noise emanating from inside the mansion, I can still hear it now. I have to find him before another canon is set off.

Hopefully the canon I heard already wasn't my cousin.

I hobble faster towards the noise of those fighting. Probably not the safest idea, but I just need to peak inside the room I hear fighting from and see if Gentian is there. If he is, I will try and save my cousin who probably never lifted more than a butter knife in his life.

The staircases seem to shift and spiral as I move through the twisting and turning hallways. I rest a hand on my head in reproach to the blistering headache I was beginning to feel from the insane mansion. Why couldn't have Hera designed something a bit more friendly towards us?

Of course, these games aren't meant to be friendly I suppose.

Suddenly the sounds of fighting seem to be coming in the opposite direction.

Then I realize what was happening.

I was lost in a maze and I couldn't find my way through to where I needed to be.

Damn.

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{using camo this whole thread <3333}

[pup]

[googlefont="Sansita:400"]

[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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[attr="id","scroll"]

I collapse to the ground. It's useless. No where to run. No where to hide. Not even someone to fight like whoever is fighting way off in the distance. The sounds of bare hands hitting against bare flesh flashes through my ears.

The possible image of Gentian lying dead on the ground flashes through my mind.

A small tear leaks through my eyes which I gently wipe away with a singular hand. No use crying now. Maybe Gentian will survive wherever he is. Maybe he will get as far as Lily did, maybe he can win and take our family out of the pain and suffering they have lived in for years.

I reach a hand into my bag, gently brushing the fur of a dead rabbit as I reach slowly further in. My fingers enclose around a small drawing utensil that I had picked up at the bloodbath and I stare at the ground.

Might as well leave my mark.

With the bright red crayon I have in my hands I gently scrawl the following on the ground:

Eva Hope waz here

I grin at the words and smiley face before proceeding to draw two little butterflies next to two little rabbits. The four creatures I have shoved into my bag. Maybe Gentian will see this and realize I'm not dead, not quite yet. Maybe he will come and find me. I hope that's soon.

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{using camo this whole thread <3333}
drew on walls ayyy

[aya]

With a pitiful squeak, the middle red monstrosity peels itself from the overgrown lawn and into a painful malformed existence. Its wings, its ears, its innards — all are there, but none are right. What remains is gnarled, seven uneven limbs and half a dozen waxy wings too heavy to take flight. Kill meeeee, it keens through two unclosing mouths. It is in vain. The sounds are too shrill, too misshapen to be comprehensible.

Instead it is left with only one option: vengeance, incitement of violence — a plea for help with its thirty three pointed claws to be put out of its misery.

[attacks eva, its mother - claws]
1sC6bI5zknife
[2033 -- Block -- 0.0 damage]

knife

[pup]

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[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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[attr="id","scroll"]

My eyes grow wide as the letters on the ground begin to appear solid.

Did I just do that?

Did I just create 3d art of some sort?

Then my eyes quickly dart towards where I drew my other creatures. Does this mean I have even more food?

The images began to mesh together and grow and shift and churn in a mass of disfiguration.

I scream.

"What the f###, Cricket and Hera!!!!!?"

My creation is a beast, a monstrosity that should not be in this world. The two rabbits fused together to make a horrible writhing mass floating in the air with the help of four large butterfly wings.

My creation, my monster, then attacks me.

I must survive.

I will not fall prey to my own creation no matter how much it startles me.

So I pull out my first croquet hoop, and attack back.

It squeals angrily at me. I can feel it's anger towards me. I can feel it asking me why I created it. Why I brought it into it's miserable existence.

"I'm sorry." I whisper to it.

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screams
attacks the crayon mutt with croquet hoop #1 (knife)
Id4jRp7lknife
[miss]knife

[aya]

It screeches, it runs. All apologies fall on four deaf floppy ears, and one misaimed stab at putting the medium red bunnerfly out of its misery. Now, it whines, it wails. Now. Aim better.

[attacks eva, its mother - claws]
PAnOgivnknife
[2082 -- Block -- 0.0 damage]

knife

[pup]

[googlefont="Sansita:400"]

[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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[attr="id","scroll"]

What was I thinking? Trying to draw a creature out of something I found that the capitol gave to me.

Nothing good ever comes from the capitol's gifts.

They didn't just inflict this torture onto me. They inflicted torture onto this poor creature. They tricked me into forcing pain onto this monstrosity who probably does not want to even exist. Nothing like it should exist. It's unnatural.

Maybe I can ease it's pain. If I can destroy it, maybe it can rest easy. Maybe it will thank me.

"I'm sorry for forcing you violently into this world," I say to it sadly, "But maybe I can try helping you leave it peacefully." Maybe we will see each other in another place soon where we can be friends. Where we can be happy together.

For now, that is the opposite of what my creation wants to be, though. Right now, it wants to kill me.

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cries a bit
attacks the crayon mutt with croquet hoop #1 (knife)
1hNLmYu_knife
[2146 -- Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage (Knife) + 1(Mutt Tamer) = 9]knife

[aya]

Bleeding, finally. Medium red flows from medium red, painting the world beneath as the colored creature hobble-hops on uneven legs towards its creator. Finish, it wishes. Its waxy wings flutter in agony with every lopsided step, lopears swinging like sad pendulums as it teeters back and forth towards the girl.

[attacks eva, its mother - claws]
ewOKN0Lqknife
[2156 -- Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage]

knife

[pup]

[googlefont="Sansita:400"]

[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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[attr="id","scroll"]

I swing my weapon and as it slices deep into the rabbitfly's leg it snaps in half, unusable. The mutt that I created bleeds profusely, staggering towards me, teeth bared.

Angrilly, it begins to flutter in the air on waxy, misshapen wings that bring it faster and faster towards me. I feel the pain shoot through my leg as it's teeth dig deep and I let out a loud shout of pain.

I can't imagine this is half of the pain that my creation is in right now, however. I brought it into this world, so I must help it leave if it wants too.

So I close my eyes and reach into my bag, drawing out another one of my hoops, and strike my hand towards the floating mutt.

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cries a bit
attacks the crayon mutt with croquet hoop (knife)
6OvO7uEBknife
[2146 -- Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage (Knife) + 1(Mutt Tamer) = 9]knife

[aya]

So close, so close — and yet there is still life (or whatever passes for it.) Too painful. It twitches, rolls, as mother nearly severs another of its malformed legs. Off, off! It wails, caterwauls. Done! Finish! End! Off, off, off!

[attacks eva, its mother - claws]
yd5LHkhBknife
[2118 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage]

knife

[pup]

[googlefont="Sansita:400"]

[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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[attr="id","scroll"]

My blade slices in the same spot, leaving another open wound upon my child's leg. It screeches in pain and I can feel it begging for me to just end it's miserable, short, depressing existence.

I can't bring myself to do it, my arm stops short of striking it yet again, stopping short of delivering the finishing blow to my crayon creation. A small tear leaves my eyes as I feel pain for bringing it into this world just to experience pain and suffering, nothing good, nothing happy, nothing besides negativity.

What sort of a creator am I?

Maybe I'm as cruel as whoever created me, bringing me into a world full of pain and suffering with nothing happy in my life.

My parents can't kill me, they can't end my life and let me escape this wretched place, but maybe I can help my child escape.

So my arm moves back into motion.

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cries a bit
attacks the crayon mutt with croquet hoop (knife)
2xSsy24tknife
[2055 -- Two Severed Fingers on Right Hand -- 9.0 damage
(Knife)+mutt trainer = 10]knife

[pup]

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[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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The creature drops dead. Quite literally. It's flapping wings freeze as death's icy glaze surrounds it and crushes it.

I have led another innocent fire to the waterfall.

Like gleaming crystal glasses my eyes shiver for a moment. No. There has already been to many tears in the past few hours, too much bloodshed and death and pain and suffering and all things bad in this world. Some were caused by me and my own blood stained hands, but some where caused by the real criminals.

Cricket.
Hera.
Snow.

Their names echo through my mind like a voice through the 68th games which has been plastered on my useless tote bag. A map of this arena would have been better.

But I will remember their names, and when I get out of here I promise that I will kill them.

Now I need my weapons as it is almost time to fight.

First, I take one crayon from my bag, another blood red crayon. Then I begin to draw a spear that looks coated in blood. The weapon flies off the ground and into my hand. You'll wish you never made us have a choice for once. I think to Cricket and Hera.

Second, I take out a bright pink crayon from my bag and start drawing a water jug. I can't let myself dehydrate out here. When I leave here alive you'll wish you never trapped us in small kennels like rabbits.

Third, I remove a pitch black crayon from my pouch and I draw a small lighter to fit into the palm of my hand. Soon I will need to alight my soul to burn death as he tries to snatch it. You'll be sorry.

eva hope ooc actions:
(first middle red crayon destroyed from bunnerfly)
uses second middle red crayon to draw a spear
uses Permanent Geranium Lake crayon to draw a water jug
uses Outer Space crayon to draw a lighter
Collects water in water jug
Collects bunnerfly's body and shoves into tote bag
Uses F/A for -3

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[pup]

[googlefont="Sansita:400"]

[attr="id","eHope"]eva hope

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[attr="id","scroll"]

The item's come to life in my hands and I grin. Now is the time to fight back, and now I know what works, I know what I can expect when I draw my drawings.

I feel like a magician as I take a deep red crayon to begin drawing armor around the curves in my body. Originating from the district where clothing is made, I never thought I would need to make armor, but I knew how to draw it to make it easy to come off, easy to put on, and still protect me when needed.

My crayon disappears and I reach into my bag past the soft creatures to grab another crayon to pull out and make my next piece of armor.

My hand travels down my body as the soft shaded crayon travels over my arm. I can feel my left hand shaking a bit as it travels up and down my bones. Hopefully this will protect me from having less then one arm.

Next, I grab an orange crayon and make a more steady line down my left arm using my right arm, carefully shading in each area to allow for minimal flesh ripe for attacking out in the open.

I feel my armor begin to grow on my body and I grin. I'm not sure if I have any other crayons left.

Just as I was thinking that, however, I hear a soft dinging noise and something floating down towards my head.

Another crayon.

I grab it, my arm feeling clumsy in the new armor.

Swiftly, I begin to sketch out my head, adding small spikes in little places protruding outwards to look like little cat ears that can spring to the ready to make a cute, green helmet. Looks are important I suppose.

I hear a few more canons fire in the distance.

It is no matter to me now, as I am armed and prepared to fight off my fellow tributes.

eva hope ooc actions:
uses Maximum Red Crayon to make chestplate
uses Carmine Crayon to make right vambrace
uses Orange Crayon to make left vambrace
uses Fern Crayon to make Helmet
Equips all armor

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