The Clashing of Stars & Riptides {Day 2 // DS vs. CL}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Two Bodies : One Heart

Chaos

O'Hana

    How much silence can one possibly take? The darkness of night dances down upon us, and the gentle waves of the pool have settled down to a hush as well. The chilled tiles of the wall and floor have stiffened my bones to an ache, yet still I do not budge from my sitting position near my Brother. Even my vision scarcely alters it’s stare against the glistening water’s surface, only to occasionally glance over to him. Before this our voices never paused from speaking to one another, even during the most horrific occasions. This sadistic Game has changed all of the O’Hana, and even worse then our Parents ever could.

The anthem ritual plays as our only distraction. That beautiful face, I viciously shattered within my own two palms, occupies the projection above us. My eyes are unable to avert from the grim concluding image I caused to be. Dryness irritates my view, yet still I do not budge. Numbness continues to contort my internal digestion, and solely sarcastic humor can facade such. Within the absence of noise, the truth rings for me to simply glare upon. The picture vanishes long before I even realize such, as his illustration will always plaster my knowledge in a curse of a reminder.

Previous words, from the breathtaking Ivar, sing an un-caroled tune as if he were still here. “Have you come to break my skull like the two boys from earlier?” He sounded as if he weren’t the creator of one of those deaths. My sight searches across the room as though he has reentered to repeat himself. Securely it’s purely Lightning, I, and quietness occupying this territory.

“Just your heart. I find a mental kill can be just as powerful.” My tongue lashed at him then, while it still feels like my tone is echoing against the water. Still it’s only breaths bouncing against the nothing.

'Better protect your Brother before someone breaks his’ physically.' Ivar’s sinister grin replaces the image of Anton within my mind. Swiftly my eyes flash over to Lightning for reassurance, devastation residing amongst my irises.

Eyelids flutter in a gentle snooze, his chest continuing to rise and fall in a satisfying pattern. My fingers weave through his delicate blonde locks; my pupils finally allow to be flooded by salty liquid, though refute any droplets from collapsing. “I love you baby Brother. I’m sorry I’m so overly protective.” My words soothe his slumbering frame. He’s stronger then me now, though I can never accept of such. “You could have made it through this Game yourself. You're the smartest person I know. I just… I couldn’t… You’ll understand in the years to come. Or maybe you already do.” Focus ventures back to the pool’s surface, hypnotized by it’s allusion and my exhaustion.

The night drifts in uncoordinated steps. Occasionally I find myself flickering off, but never for long. Sleep is awaiting for me within death, there’s no pointing in wallowing in it now. Plus Lightning will most likely force me to snooze tomorrow, shifting watches, though it’s him that’ll need the energy to fight to the end. Once the Sun begins reappearing however, I discover myself softly-annoyingly poking him to be awake - just as he did to me the morning he wanted me to rejoin the institution of school a month back.

“It’s a new day Lightning, Sunrise.” We always did relish in the beauty of such. A grin envelopes across my lips, hoping this’ll be a new start for us as well. But of course it won’t be one of peace, as I immediately hear a disturbance within a hallway outside of the pool room. “And it sounds like a new brawl as well. Let’s go try out our new weapons, and get us a step closer to victory?” Of course I don’t dare say solely him. But varies new aspects, this should be entertaining.

Limbs stretch from the freedom of being in the same position of hours on end. And with approval from my Brother, I journey towards the distant patters. The door creaks open our entrance, while a threat doesn’t instantly linger upon us. Years of training carry our feet in mute volume. My magically-appearing from a drawing Weapon bounces in hungry anticipation. And around another corner, two from other Career Districts welcome us into the reality of the Game.

Their names escape me, while their gorgeous figures could do no such thing. Lucious dark locks from the Female matches her divine facial structures so. Her nose rests a tiny out of place -just as Lightning’s now does- though it does not steal from her overall allure. Length towers the Male, while an unexplainable luminous aroma seems to radiate from his slight pale complexion. He’s dazzling - they both are. But unfortunately, they’re also both in the way of my Brother making it home.

“You two are from Career Districts, no? And must be Careers if so, because why else volunteer?” My smirks widens in preparation. “A Career fight though, that sounds exciting.” And without patients for an answer, I immediately stampede to proceed the start.

{Chaos O'Hana attacks Saummerand ~ Sword}
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{1192 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Sword)}

Accuracy <3

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{1044 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage
(Sword)}

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[Gryphon]

♕    d  i  o  r  i  t  e     f  r  a  y.    ♕

I never thought such magic could ever take place, even in Panem.

I guess even the most advanced technology can bring about phenomenal miracles, an expression of both relief and happiness upon my face as I catch the water jug before it falls and breaks upon the floor almost instantaneously after its creation--the dagger and throwing knives on either side of me having already been examined with excitement. The sound of liquid fills my ears as my hands meet the big bottle.

Was there already water, clean and ready to be digested by the bodies of world-makers that require it?

(Time to find out, isn't it?)

Opening the jar does show me the beautiful liquid, quartz like tears, but just as I'm about to take a sip do I feel hands grab the jug and move it away from me. Saummerand has an expression of surprise as he holds his own to my face.

"Huh?"

His eyes look to the inside of his holder and back to me, and I understand before setting mine down to the floor and bringing his to bunny-home lips. Sweet-and-sour immediately fills my mouth and my brows raise, it's not like the kind as sauces for delicious dishes but the kind that's like candy mixed with citrus. I quickly move the jar back to his chest and look at him with shock.

"...Is this tea?"

Different beverages?

Cricket and Hera truly made this arena as magnificent as the universe inside our heads as they possibly could.

Assuming mine is just water, I return to my bottle of liquid and drink out of it to continue refreshing my insides--

(That's not water, Diorite.)

and my tongue rolls in dryness and my brows furrow in disgust. I slowly return to Saummer's face, shaking my head. "...That's not water." Quickly returning my eyes to what's in my hands and turning around to empty the saltiness at my feet, "...That's not water."

My lungs become a balloon for a second and shrink down to its usual size just as soon as it did. Ignoring the smile of amusement on his face, I take him by the hand again and look for a door, any door, the nearest place we can go where we can hide without running into anymore tributes. "Let's just go..."




Nobody comes and nobody goes in a room of glass and green as day becomes night. Saummer's bruises, cuts, and broken parts have been taken care of, and he sleeps peacefully as we lay up against one of the ivy-covered windows. His full body is on the ground but his head, using the vines as an improvised pillow, but only my lower body is upon the dirt as I sit and think.

(Think. Think. Think.)

This is really it, isn't it?

Death and destruction of each other and ourselves, we're really here now fighting to keep living for just another day, at least another. My body is cocooned in coldness and I can just feel them breathing down my neck again, the skinny dark frames who leave big breaths of blackness floating through my ears and invading a dreamer's world of beauty and happiness.

They almost always would pass, but she's asleep this time.

(Think, think, think.)

She's not scaring them away, she's taking a break and I don't blame her because of what I put her through earlier today.

This is what I need to be thinking about now, anyhow.

Myself, but I'm destined to die here so also Saummerand and Hela.

Where is she? Where is Hela, I haven't seen her anywhere. Is she okay?

My response to the question is music that sounds like it's coming from inside this gigantic mansion of stairs and corridors, that sounds like it almost belongs with flowers and stars, that sounds like it almost doesn't belong here. The music becomes greater, it sounds like more instruments are joining it and somehow even our own supplies as I feel our weapons and water jugs shake on the ground just a few feet away from us both. Speaking of which, he wakes, just as green becomes one with our entire skin temporarily and we see the faces of the tributes who didn't make it through the first day.

Kyros Moreno, District 1

One of my own district partners? He's a Moreno, he couldn't have died this early and to the harsh force of a fist?

Does Atlas Lumiere still exhale alongside me?

Brooke Destin, District 4

My hands quickly cover my mouth as the daughter of River Destin stares right back at me twelve games later and I almost want to cry.

Eden Turner, District 5

Lethe's daughter?

Lorenzo Ruined, District 5

Pixie cries in her grave as I do birth crystal within my sight and they trail down my cheeks,

Elva Eckhart, District 6

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my GOD--

Anton Ladetto, District 6

But I just saw him in the Bloodbath today, he's already DEAD?

Gentian Hope, District 8

STOP STOP STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE--

Zanita Luzell, District 9

How many had skulls as soft as the leaves that lay comfortably against our head and our backs--

Lazarus Stroms, District 10

How many well-known family members have just been lost in as soon as one day--

Affron Williams, District 12

How many days do I have left until I join them--

(Then it all leaves, the melody and the tint of plants as I sit there with a mouth

gaping open and eyes glazed with tears like Justice Fray's.)

Saummer returns to nature's colors and to a both desired and necessary lack of consciousness while I don't, seemingly not noticing my expression.

Like in the training center that day when I first felt lava screaming through my soul, I place myself in black again and let the darkness take over me once more as I do cry.

I cry for Hayden, for Xylia, for Peggy and for Justice, for mom and for dad and for all of my cousins, for District 1, for everyone who has died today, for Saummerand and for Hela and most importantly

for Diorite Fray before she entered the 75th Hunger Games.

"Come on, let's see if we can find anymore supplies. We can come back here later for those plants and for the water over there." Hand on his shoulder as my head turns to both the faucet and the table of more green, we then leave to walk amongst more marble and stairs. This is it, I'm trying to hold onto her and I know I'm weak but I didn't think it'd be this hard to not try and let go of the girl in the halo of smiles and with the gaze of dots of light.

I messed up before, and nothing's different. I'm messing up again, and this time I don't think I can stop myself from it.

("Why do you care so much, Diorite?")

Atlas...

(Why do you care so much about a man who you can see kill you and

Saummerand brutally without difficulty, Diorite?)

He is a good man, he's just wrapped his heart and his spirit in stone. Leave him alone.

Leave me alone, for laughter's sake.

Please.

I hear something roll by and jump scared with surprise into Saummerand as it flashes to me dark skin and darker hair being thrown down stairs before continuing to whirl away to another area of the building.

"H-HELA--?!"

Hand to my mouth again,

(Not again, NOT AGAIN)

Please stop this, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease--

(My hand on his chest is then held by the wrist from his own, and our fingers

meet.)

but I calm down, just a bit. Breaths are slightly faster and my face reddens before I stop resting up against him and whisper, "S-Sorry..." looking away and onto the hard, luxurious floor.

(I whisper sorry to everyone I cried for last night too.)

Silently, I lead the way and we keep walking. No dreams and no reality, just vacancy in my head and inside me as my hands are together in front of my thighs as I keep staring at my feet and the marble. She can't save me now, and they can't make me feel any worse.

(But I know who can.)

GOD, NO, PLEASE--

“You two are from Career Districts, no? And must be Careers if so, because why else volunteer?” She smirks, a girl next to--

("Do me a favor though and remember to share the spotlight now and then

okay super star.")

Lightning O'Hana, District 4. Chaos O'Hana. District 4.

“A Career fight though, that sounds exciting.”

Lightning O'Hana District 4 Chaos O'Hana District 4 LightningO'Hana District4 I want to scream and I want to cry some more, his sister goes for dear Saummerand and he blocks the first strike with the pole of his spear but then she tilts her sword to cut his leg ChaosO'Hana District4LightningO'HanaDistrict4ChaosO'HanaDistrict4LightningChaosOhanaOhanaDistrict4District4LightnaosChingOhohanaanaDis4tri4ctLighChtningnaosD4is4tr4ic4t4tt4tLig4Cha4O4ha4Lig--

"Lightning, please..."

It's a whisper as I step away from them both slowly, but my voice becomes stronger and more desperate as I keep it up.

"Lightning, please leave us alone...please..."

(Eruption.)

I take out a knife and throw it at the girl.

(Get away.)

"LEAVE US A L O N E!"

[Diorite attacks Chaos, Rose-Engraved Hilt Throwing Knife]

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[Severed Finger -- 8.5 damage]

throwing knife

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

If you would've asked me if I believed in magic, I probably would've laughed. If magic did exist in this world - I would've been free of this. This wouldn't have even possible if magic existed, because magic's only used for good right? Or, that's what the good stories say. Maybe the demons here have brought it up to say otherwise, and not every magical fairy tail is good.

Maybe we're all our own demons, playing with magic and defying its spells of deaths (for now, at least). But, in this very small world apparently magic does exist. We've been thrown into a world of magic and hell; and with this situation it's important to try and stay away from magic. Magic gives you hope and hope is impossible to defeat in a world like this. And art becoming life is one of the greatest magics this world seems to claim itself.

Eyes wide from the surprise of the candy-sweet taste of the liquid I stopped her. I couldn't tell her about it of course - it was impossible to with a broken jaw. I nudged her to stop her work, holding the liquid up to her for her to taste it.

"Is this tea?"

She seemed shocked by this. I don't know why they'd be confused about the taste. Did she have something different? Diorite takes a drink of hers and her immediate reaction causes a smirk to escape from my lips. "That's not water. The friend said in complete disarray, saying it a second time almost for registration in her head. "Thats not water... Then what was it?

She disregarded the entire event, shoving it away like an author with a scrap piece of writing. "Let's just go..." And we left, traversing over these halls like they never ended.

We found ourselves encased by several things; the glass, the green wired walls and the stars. It was something that I didn't mind because we got to watch the night unfold and sun arise, it was the perfect place to watch life while all other sources seem to be decreasing. I found myself a pillow of vines and slept, making no waste for the day that was to come for us.

I awoke moments before the trumpets began to make their low hum throughout the halls of this mansion, they grew louder and louder in sound while being joined by other instruments to make a symphony. Light barged through the flesh of these walls up above and I met that light in time to see the life that we have lost.

Kyros Moreno, District 1
Brooke Destin, District 4
Eden Turner, District 5
Lorenzo Ruined, District 5
Elva Eckhart, District 6
Anton Ladetto, District 6
Gentian Hope, District 8
Zanita Luzell, District 9
Lazarus Stroms, District 10
Affron Williams, District 12

And I didn't even know their story, yet they've all produced their own. It's hard to face the dead and mourn when you can't even say what their favorite color was. The basic stuff, y'know? Why mourn when you don't know the basics. The melody's hum began to dull out, soft and almost with time as the dimmed plants lost their light. "Come on, let's see if we can find anymore supplies. We can come back here later for those plants and for the water over there." The basics, you know?

We walked. My mind in its own world, exploring titles and verbs and names and opportunities; I wanted to experience the world before I died and the mind is the place to do that. There was a rolling sound, tumblingcrumblingfalling as if it were to be a symbol for whatever sanity these people held.

She screamed out. A body scrambling down the staircase with a dark flash and it was gone quicker than it appeared. ”H-HELA!” Her voice was cracked from the idea of one of our own being broken from those stairs. From their body, because only superheroes wouldn’t break from that fall. Diorite was pressed up against my chest, phased by the mini heart attack that she received. Hand pressed against my heart it was like she was trying to feel my pulse. To make sure I was alive, or something.

“You two are from Career Districts, no? And must be Careers if so, because why else volunteer?”

Maybe because we wanted to return to our heritage, to those who shared our blood and have fallen.

"Do me a favor though and remember to share the spotlight now and then

okay super star."

Diorite-
why bother share the spotlight when you’re the only thing I see shining?

“A Career fight though, that sounds exciting.”

Lightning and Chaos O’Hana, the siblings that come from four. Who else would’ve had the ’pleasure’ of fighting them? Of course it’d be us, the dreamer and the reader. Thoughts interrupted by action, I blocked at first but then they landed. A small, screeching pain entered my body as no blade has pierced my skin before. Not like this, anyways.

Diorite begins again. ”Lightning, please…” Why plead for the duo who want us dead? No monster like them bears mercy. Or, at least, for their prey. They’re lions on the hunt and [ we’re their next meal ]. "Lightning, please leave us alone...please..." Fire ignited, she didn’t want to let me down. Knife thrown, fire burning she was an art that prevented the worst kinds of death. "LEAVE US A L O N E!"

I followed in pursuit of her attack, because I may die, but I’ll die fighting. No career gives up.

Or, a normal one, that is.

[ firestorm ]

[attacks chaos, wave engraved (cerulean blue) spear]
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[result]

spear

[Arrows]

Where shall my soul find shelter?

Lightning

O'Hana

    It happens in a matter of seconds, slips through some unforeseeable surface and vanishes into a secret sea of stars. Chills creep from its core while people watch it wavering among the sparkling waves. Ethereal actions elegantly grace the gazing eyes until it finds its place shining within the eternally expanding space. Human souls are so fragile yet they beam with the brilliance of distant worlds. So easily are they stolen from the sanctuaries of skin and sent spiraling into the void of space. However, freedom finds its place within their cores and christens them a supreme section of eternity. An eternity where they watch like eyes across a field and while those they have left behind watch longing back across the black canvas. 

    His soul was stolen so swiftly that if Lightning had even barely blinked its escape would have evaded his sight. He struggled for a second, seemingly lost without the sanctions of his previous host. Then the calm killed the casualty and to the sky he swam as though a fish of the surreal sea within this arena. Yet in his departure he left behind the debris of death and the stains of blood upon Chaos' skin. She ripped him from his body with one swift swoop of her hands, she willing let him wither within her grip. She sent him splashing into the sea, but in the end it was us who were drowned in the death while he embraced the entrance to ethereal eternity. 

    The gentle swish of a splash spurts against Lightning's hand as it wanders the waters of the pool. Chlorine curls his nose but he does not cringe away from the only place remotely resembling the beach he had left for battle. During that time when the swell was small and fogs of morning had forged a veil over the silken sands, he had sworn to himself to see his intentions through. To speak the wretched words of sacrifice and to become a beacon for his family. During that time he had planned to face every plight's perils alone, planned to stitch his wounds back together in seclusion. But now his plans were little more than forgotten figments of his imagination. His sister has seen this through with every second she has been by his side. 

    Several steps away, the sounds of his sister's breaths berate his eardrums over the calming cascade of the filters. Thankfully his torture is silenced by the song of sorrow known across Panem as the anthem. One after another nearly a dozen denizens of Panem flash as phantom faces across the roof. Name after name surges through Lightning's brain, even the name of Eden Turner. Royal blood has been shed... 

    Sleep sees no end to the agonizing anguish of survival. Soon I stir from a pathetic attempt to find peace only to catch the chilling cold of Chaos' eyes watching me. Tenderly she talks over the pool but I don't turn to face her. While her words wrap themselves in coils within my concentration my eyes bore into the sockets of my reflection. The words a use to whip up a response are spun with the spindles of sincere coldness. "Stop it already, just fucking stop." Silence sits for a second as though every ear in the nation was dying to her what would be said next. "I will never understand you exchanging a chance for us both to be able to live for the guarantee at least one of us will die. If you expect me to get that you are wrong. I love you, but I don't forgive you for condemning our existence. Good night." No other words are spoken until the sunrises and she summons me as though I could have actually been sleeping.

    Time avoids my knowledge as it toils down with every tick of some distant hand. Along a concealed hallway I walk by Chaos' side. Its strange, a sensation spurs my memory of the reapings, it feels as though we are walking down a dangerous road. She suspends my sadistic thoughts with speech and for the first time since speaking my mind I reply like I would have back at home. "Yeah, I would love to see how much of a badass a crayon drawn weapon could be." We laugh, it feels fake but at least its the first sparks for a new fire between us. 

    Soon shapes shift as though shadows around us and my fingers fall upon my trident, upon my past. A single face flourishes from among the movements multiplying, a face I know all too well. She struggles to speak her hands shakes, her mind melts. Desperately I look for the words to explain the current severe strangling of stomach. My words are not exactly what I would say when fully prepared and relaxed, but they get the point across as painful as it is. "I want to Diorite... I really, really want to. But they won't let us all walk away from this. Not to mention I can't convince my sister of anything when she has her mind made up... She's quite stubbor..."

    Glinting metal glides through the air and deals drastic damage to one of Chaos' hands. Instead of freezing my body jolts with electricity. I feel the trident in my hands spurring with sparks as a single tear trails down my cheek. "I'm sorry... I have to protect my sister." Like a wave I wash through the area my eyes on a single soul still within the confines of its creator. I dare to try and draw it from its defenses and send it into the sea.

    

Lightning O'Hana attacks Saummerand with his Trident {Spear}
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{Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5 damage}

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Two Bodies : One Heart

Chaos

O'Hana

    No verbal response is gifted back. It’s damn more silence that intertwines through my senses. Have I been punished by solely unhumorous antagonism to pierce through my drums, and for an overwhelming internal monologue to ring in the nothing? My own, one-sided sarcasm can only distract me so far. “Yeah, I would love to see how much of a badass a crayon drawn weapon could be.” It was minutes before this when these words welcomed my ears, while it’s now that I fully absorb them. Facade chuckles may have embarked us afterwards, but it’s still a step towards the new start I’ve been craving.

The corners of my lips don’t cower, as I hastily strive to test my own drawn-to-life creation. Perhaps I didn’t provide enough time for the Others to speak, but solely a chance for my Target to reject my violent intention. My nose crinkles, my smirk doesn’t fret, and immediately I’m insisting a do-over.

‘Go for the legs, then they can’t chase.’ My Trainer would instruct when I became a Career at a petite age. Only a couple years later did she whisper me the truth - ‘then they can’t run.’ The blade of my sword softly nips at my Opponent’s lower leg; it’s a pathetic hit on my account, but at least it greets my aim. And finally I’m deserving of vocalization from our new company, or at least Lightning is.

A plead twirls across the competition for solitude within this Arena. “Lightning, please leave us alone…please…” Dances from the Brunette’s lip in a delicate demeanor. Back Home I’d instinctively retreat from such a desperate pitch - back from a desired battle, though I despise releasing any form of a competition. But this isn’t a drunken pub brawl, nor a spare in a Training Facility. We’re not in District Four. We’re not Home. Here deaths are unfortunately required. Plus she requested for Lightning to retract, not for myself to do so.

Reasoning flutters from the precious voice of my Brother’s… “Not to mention I can’t convince my sister of anything when she has her mind made up… She’s quite stubbor…” So he does understand. While I don’t comprehend why his last word dropped past the Brunette’s shouting.

“LEAVE US ALONE!” And it’s more then just her words that are determined.

Pure blackness views from my open eyes. Pain radiates from one sole location. A few blinks are required until I can register what’s going on. The aroma of blood combs against my tastebuds; and I realize I’m brutally clenching my inner cheeks within my teeth, to prevent more then a deep agonizing growl from escaping. My head swirls as if intoxicated, while a finger is excruciatingly pulsing…correction, a nub is - where a finger should be.

Another weapon slices across the diligent muscles I’ve strenuously worked for over the years upon me arm, though it feels null and voice compared to my misplaced finger. Still my vision is flickering to comprehend what has happened. “I’m sorry… I have to protect my sister.” My Brother’s tone makes me come to entirely, as I witness him carve his sea Trident into my Opponent’s chest.

Wait, I’m supposed to be protecting him.

My head vigorously shakes in a force to snap myself back into reality. There’s still so many more Tributes to go, I can't crumble yet. Until I’m confident Lightning can handle the rest, I will not go! And prior to my final breath, my sarcasm will not falter. “Now this is a Career fight!” And all the Careers who are not Lightning, must go!

{Chaos O'Hana attacks Saummerand ~ Sword}
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{1169 -- Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage
(Sword)}

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[Gryphon]

♕    d  i  o  r  i  t  e     f  r  a  y.    ♕

Idiot, idiot,

(you IDIOT.)

Lig4chadis4coh4sdist4lic4h4asingnin4dct4str4icaosghing4--

(You are a FOOL, DIORITE FRAY. HAS THE GRIMNESS OF THE

SITUATION STILL NOT HAVE REACHED THAT SMALL LUMP YOU CALL

A BRAIN?)

4dis4lig4ch4ao4s44dis4gh4ao4ss4s4dis4trs4cic4haososos4lgngch4dis4dchligndsistnchlssnidnstlch4ndhsitlcnthds4ldhsndiclhaligntn4hcn4on4n4nso4ncn4ocnln4ncigh4ncndisncncr4nch4--

(THEY WON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE, YOU HAVE TO FIGHT. THEY'RE

GOING TO KILL SAUMMERAND, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?

END A LIFE FIRST BEFORE THEY END HIS, OR YOURS.)

D4lidn4ch4naorsn4osnaornhlign4nsonrn4did4nsn4n44nisndilgnnchn4n4naosn4n4lon4dct4aaaa44dlgndoshansodln4n4lsnaodn44h4tt4t4nto4nashgligntnthsdaorslightnrosan4naosnhrtl4nshgsonaohgn4trgli4onastr4c4nc4gh4gnch4orasoro4nchaosnt4nchgnsondh--"I want to Diorite... I really, really want to. But they won't let us all walk away from this. Not to mention I can't convince my sister of anything when she has her mind made up... She's quite stubbor..." I gasp when my knife cuts off her finger like child's play, and I gasp again when his trident sinks into Saummerand's chest with the most terrified expression on my face.

But there is no sound of a cannon, he's still alive but undoubtfully in severe pain right now.

(It's him, it always has to be him who takes the harshest of the hits for us and

I'm so so sorry Saummer, I'm so so sorry)

"I'm sorry... I have to protect my sister."

I really am a fool to continue thinking we're still in the training center, only preparing for these days instead of going through them now. These days of ashy scenery from as much screaming as we can allow bellow from our souls; destroyed green life bloody arms, legs, bodies, and faces.

I'm a fool, I'm no Fray.

(How can I call myself the cousin of Justice and the siblings and cousin of

multiple light-haired and light-skinned Careers with a reputation throughout

the entire district?)

How can I expect to win this when all I am is a black sheep of a freckled, dark-haired sister and person of familiar blood who simply just cares way too much for everybody around her?

How can I expect to keep Saummerand alive and to be able to find Hela and take care of her?

How can I be like what mom, dad, what everyone expects me to be?

(Her expression turns darker at the damage I've done, but she still has a look of

determination on her face as she tries to make the pain near the reader's heart

even worse than it already is.)

By letting this try and bring that side of me out for all to see, the girl I don't ever want to be but the girl I have to and need to become.

“Now this is a Career fight!”

(Finally.)

I can't try to run away anymore.

"...I...I get it." My face, my stance, my voice are all much calmer now as I meet Lightning's gaze with soft sadness in my own. "I'm finally getting it now, even though I should've the moment we were carried to chimneys and rooves by floating sea creatures in the sky."

(So prove it, then.)

Slowly, I take another knife out of my tote bag and aim it at him this time. When my mouth opens there's some shaking, but I try to stay strong.

(I have to stay strong.)

"...A-And I'll prove it, to...to you, and to me, with THIS."

Throw.

Time to kill her and rip the petals apart, time to make her sky pitch black and her grasses dry up into death because this is what it's like--it's all scared suffering and I finally need to get used to it. I thought it was bad before, but this is a special kind and I wanted to be here for it so I better act like it.

I'll live or I'll die, but Diorite Fray will not be herself anymore however my story goes.

(Do it with conviction.)

And that's how I will try to cope with these situations from now on.

"I need to protect my friend too,

so let's see who can do a better job at just that."

[Diorite attacks Lightning, Rose-Engraved Hilt Throwing Knife]

S37aJ|fqthrowing knife

[Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0 damage]

throwing knife

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Pain was etched onto my chest with every single blow that they landed upon me; a constant wave of stab, cut, groan, repeat. I can't say that I'm shocked that they're targeting me. It typically works out that people gang up on the weak ones. Survival of the fittest, because no weak man will win a Games like this. And, of course, being the weaker one of the two I was the one being targeted. However I found it funny that Careers like them (I can't even bring myself to even think of their names) pride on being the strongest. But if they're the strongest, why take out the weak? It should be obvious that they saw us as the weaker pair. They should've made on with their day, find bigger fish to fry, and leave the weak ones alone.

Then again, the wolf pack never particularly cared about the weak ones - they typically went first in the line because they were weak.

That's besides the current state of events; I was in a war, not a competition in who can be the most bitter. A voice speaks - the boy and I can't really grasp a stable stance for it to register as anything else. “I’m sorry… I have to protect my sister.”

But what happens when it's just you two? Protecting her, fighting and killing all those people - it comes to an end eventually. It'll be you two, side by side. People have always used the phrase 'two can play at that game', but no two can play this game and return as victorious. What if you kill her? You'd become a liar. Every man who wins by lying would be considered a warrior; however, when it comes to protecting blood, how would one go around that?

(I've failed myself at saving my family.
and I'm so sorry, Cinder.)

Maybe that's where it came from. His idea of protecting his sister at all costs even if it may risk your chances of being alive in the long run. It's hard to protect your family when everyone in this small world we've been shoved into seems to be against you. You have to be on edge and attack whenever you can.

You can't risk letting your best friend down, so I don't blame him--

(“Now this is a Career fight!”)

I'm disgusted. I was starting to gain a respect for these two; the brother and sister fighting under the stars in order to preserve each others lives. They'd give anything to get the other one out alive. Even if it meant killing, you had to do what you had to do. But this girl has ruined my respect. Maybe that's my bitter-mouthed taste returning, however I can't break myself from possibly thinking otherwise.

("...I...I get it.")

Diorite.....

("I'm finally getting it now, even though I should've the moment we were carried to chimneys and rooves by floating sea creatures in the sky.")

Please, please don't give up on me.

She raises her knife, ready to assist in murder or death [ whichever one fits her fortune ].

("I need to protect my friend too,
so let's see who can do a better job at just that.")

Her knife takes flight in the direction of Lightning O'Hana, and she kind of let me down when she attacked him.

at least he had the audacity to say sorry...

Flame arisen, life burning, I made no attempt at anything less than preserving my own.

[ firestorm ]

[attacks chaos, wave engraved (cerulean blue) spear]
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[block]

accuracy reroll;
spear

spear�spear

[Arrows]

Where shall my soul find shelter?

Lightning

O'Hana

    Why do angels cry? Why do their tears christen the cruel earth? The answer is simple and stings with the sour sorrow of terrible truth. They cry for the sins performed by the people of the Earth. Their tears tear through the skies with tremendous thunder all because we beat one another, cut one another, kill one another. No sin is little to the perfect purity of an angel's heart, yet still we stab those they love. We are not worthy to breach the sea of sparkling souls we know as stars. Our souls, souls stained in scarlet are not worthy of a title bestowed upon the golden glimmer of a graced child's head. The wicked do not win or find peace within eternity's embrace. We burn.

    In the perilous pits of the skies' darkest dimensions we are sent to dwell, not as slaves, but as the devils themselves. There is no single sinning supreme, he is us all and we are all him. The darkest black hole within the sea's waves of light, Lucifer they call us. We are those destined to be brilliantly beaming within the night who have fallen from our creator's care. We are those who have casted off our pathways to paradise and instead will find the forbidden forest of fires. We are the shadows who stalk every living being, we breathe off their downfalls. We are the worst of humanity.
    
    A knife kisses my neck and I see the small stream spring from my skin. Tenderly I touch the red remaining and my eyes find her's all to easily. Her words are warped and her sentences spindled and spun. I find no sense within the security of her eyes, all I can find are the undoings of sanity. Oh how similar is the sight of such a slip to my eyes. My Mother's melted into fists fueled by alcohol. My Father's followed suit. She spins as a porcelain doll above a mighty fall, soon she will shatter. I find ease in my speech. 

    "There is nothing to prove. But trying to be better at keeping someone close to you from dying? Diorite, that is no game that can be played, nor should it be. The Hunger Games is a mirage don't you see, this isn't any game. I am not playing around. I am doing what it takes to live, not to win."

    A scream from my sister about the fight makes me twitch. Her never ending desire to dilute a situation still steams my body. Can she not feel the rivers of red purging the floor where she walks? Can she not notice that people were being destroyed by the darkness surrounding us? A sigh stems from my lips and only then does my glaring gaze fall from Diorite's face. Then as though as sudden shadow it finds Saummerand's body, blood bursting and all. 

    My steps speed with no sense, I surge through the scene with no mind. Above me the din of the dark devils dawns over my ears. Songs of suffering and sadness are what they sing but still I swim. I swim against the current of my conscious. I swim against any thing that once was human in my being. My spear splits through the air as though thunder following a split of Lightning. My voice resumes again just audible over the sound of the whipping wind outside the windows.

    "Children play games. Tributes fight wars."
   

Lightning O'Hana attacks Saummerand with his Trident {Spear}
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{Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage}

spear

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Two Bodies : One Heart

Chaos

O'Hana

    If fingers could walk, my slash against his Chest would be a mere couple steps from the hole Lightning sketched into him. Dark red paint is seeping from his interior - as if he were a busted canvas, and his illustration is smearing into a dangerous masterpiece. Sympathy beats blood, from my nub of a knuckle, in a demonic rhythm. My heart rattles in a sob to retract, to not be the cause of yet another depleting soul… to not be the Monster I’m slowly mutating into. But sorrowfully everyone must succumb to death for Lightning to return Home, even myself. And I became a potential Monster the minute I vowed to protect my O’Hana. Every step towards another kill, I’m murdering myself in the process.

More words stumble from the Brunette, as if a toddler desperate to walk upon their own two fragile feet. This pulls at my focus, turns the direction of my features, if only for a mere moment. She claims to finally understand, though she should have absorbed such before Volunteering herself. She craves to prove herself, to protect as we are - while I wonder if she’s gathered that such a commitment requires a sacrificing risk. She aims another one of her knifes, and this time it doesn’t scratch through the atmosphere towards me.

“Oh HELL no!” I scream of hatred and discontent. There’s an instinct to charge for the one who dares to inflict harm upon my Brother. The crave for damage should be upon me, not him. The knife slices across his neck, and any deeper would extinguish his existence as well as demolish my purpose in such. Feet curve to a path towards her - but unfortunately the Male from Two physically rejects my determination. Guess he’ll have to be eliminated first.

External agony has dissipated from all my senses. Adrenaline clears my vision for what must occur. Automatically my sword neglects his weapon from breaching my skin. A simple step dodges his spear on his swift second attempt. From the side, Lightning’s continuing a brief conversation in the mist of all this. He’s striving to survive, not for victory, while a mighty speech can not implement such. While I don’t realize such, until his Trident pools blood from my Opponent’s cheek.

My muscles pulse with valor dedication in revenging my Brother’s wound. My eyes snap towards the Brunette. “You’re going to regret that!” I promise in a threat. But oh it will not be with her own physical misery, but within the mental of crafting such upon her friend. A violent glare etches back to my current Opponent, a grin far from my lips. “Sorry, but a Sibling’s need to protect is much more powerful.” I growl in addressing to everyone within range. Sarcasm vanishes. A comedic distraction is no longer needed. Reason condemns me. My sword flickers in hunger - and with such, it goes to bite.

{Chaos O'Hana attacks Saummerand ~ Sword}
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{1075 -- Stabbed in Bicep -- 8.5 damage
(Sword)}

sword

[Gryphon]

♕    d  i  o  r  i  t  e     f  r  a  y.    ♕

Three weeks and a day is all it takes to get me to begin burying her in hot rock, angry waters, and dark stormy skies. Her screams are unheard of inside my mind, instead I see the world begin to fall apart one grass blade and flower petal after another.

It is me who's destroying it, to better myself as a Career, Fray, ally, and friend. It is me who's destroying it, to protect him and save him from their blades for death. It is me who's destroying my world of desires, right before Chaos O'Hana does herself with a strong tone and words after I come after her brother to prove my worth to all of us.

"There is nothing to prove. But trying to be better at keeping someone close to you from dying? Diorite, that is no game that can be played, nor should it be. The Hunger Games is a mirage don't you see, this isn't any game. I am not playing around. I am doing what it takes to live, not to win."

"So why aren't you killing ME? Why are you hurting him, when I am meant to die here ANYWAYS?"

For I am a Fray, and the Frays were never meant to be lucky ones.

(”Listen to me. You're dying."

”I didn't think it was that obvious.”)

We were never meant for the lives we were given and have to go through because of our parents.

("No you fucking don't! You don't volunteer!")

We were never meant to be happy, were we?

("I'm not dying for you, Hyacinth.")

Is that why I volunteered?

Did I know this all along, did she know all along? Was dreamer girl just hiding this truth from me until now when I need to start letting go of her for Saummerand's sake, for Hela's sake, for myself?

"Children play games. Tributes fight wars."

“Oh HELL no! You're going to regret that!”

Did she know that I was meant to die like Scout and Pillar? Did she know that I was meant to put Justice, my siblings, my cousins, all of them in even more misery? Did she know that I was meant to keep disappointing all of our parents?

The Frays are meant to add to the bloody soil we all walk on and watch get colored red in the Games, aren't we? Justice was an exception, for Natalie was killed by one of his allies before she got the chance to finish him off--but aren't we meant to die here alongside all the other children of known family names?

Morenos, Lumieres, Shaws, Hammerfells, Cheynes, Destins, Ruineds, Turners, Shims, Eckharts? Barkers, Summits, Levianes, Hopes, Delacroixs, Ivars, Rhodeses?

"OUT OF US BOTH, YOU WOULD NOT GO FOR THE FRAY?!" I whip my dark locks to Lightning's sister, who's starting to let lava ooze out of her mouth too and get on my nerves. "SO MAKE ME REGRET IT, CHAOS O'HANA! STOP KILLING HIM, AND KILL ME!"

She still doesn't. They both continue to put him in pain, his cheek and his arm become red and I'm watching him become weaker and weaker--

(You're a fucking idiot, Diorite Fray. You're too late, and now he's going to be killed because of you.)

“Sorry, but a Sibling’s need to protect is much more powerful.”

This is the result of my own destruction.

"Stop talking..." I whisper, taking out another knife from my bag and suddenly feeling heavier weight.

The dagger.

"You're acting more like a true Career than I ever will, but you talk too fucking much, Chaos O'Hana."

I rush at her with the bigger blade in hand; I am an idiot, for she is the person I truly need to be targeting here and I need to kill her before it's too late, I'm not too late.

I can't be.

"So less talking, more fighting--stop talking, and SHUT UP!"

Or I'll make you.

[Diorite attacks Chaos, Rose-Engraved Hilt Dagger]

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[Stabbed in Eye - X]

OH MY GODKVKDFKJKSJMF

knife

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

My life was her fire.

[ "There is nothing to prove. But trying to be better at keeping someone close to you from dying? Diorite, that is no game that can be played, nor should it be. The Hunger Games is a mirage don't you see, this isn't any game. I am not playing around. I am doing what it takes to live, not to win." ]

Interesting how the brother cares and she does not-

("So why aren't you killing ME? Why are you hurting him, when I am meant to die here ANYWAYS?")

Interesting how one can be so selfless to someone so selfish.

Diorite, please don't sacrifice yourself for me. Please. I wanted to stop her words, yell at her at the top of my lungs and scream for her to stop. I didn't want her to leave. Not without me. I don't want to be in a life without Diorite Fray, because it was a life without a friend.

I cannot leave a life without Diorite.
I cannot live a life without my friend.
I cannot enter a life without Dory.

I can't do anything without the only person that ensures my will to live; because I wouldn't be anything without my will to live.

("What makes you so sure that you were anything in the first place?")

I'm not sure, that's why I need her. It's hard for someone like me to explore their opportunities and learn their virtues when there's nobody to have the experience with. What's the fun in growing up when there's nobody to grow up with? What's the point in finding love when it's not the right person to love?

There is no point without any of those people ; so what's the point of living if your life is gone?

"Children play games. Tributes fight wars."

He says that as if the bodies of all of the young children that were forced into this hell had a choice. Like it was optional for them to fight wars, because y'know, they're children. I've canceled out Chaos, the only thing able to be heard is the constant screeching of her voice as I continued at her. Likely something about me attacking her brother.

Who knows.

("OUT OF US BOTH, YOU WOULD NOT GO FOR THE FRAY?! SO MAKE ME REGRET IT, CHAOS O'HANA! STOP KILLING HIM, AND KILL ME!")

She does have a point, but not one that I'd be sold from. Who ever heard of victors from the same blood? It's unheard of. Impossible. In this arena, it's hard to follow on their track when there's 51 people trying to step over it.

[ “Sorry, but a Sibling’s need to protect is much more powerful.” ]

And she does not matter. What if there is no sibling there for you? You need someone that can fulfill that spot, and for me it's Diorite. For Diorite it's me. We're fighting for each other, because we're the closest to brother and sister we can get.

The stabbing in my chest makes it seem like theirs is slightly more than ours.

("Stop talking... You're acting more like a true Career than I ever will, but you talk too fucking much, Chaos O'Hana.)

Spoken like the warrior that she was. And just like the last routine, she took her knife and plunged it---

boom.

It wasn't my heart that stopped.

"Dio--"

Pause, breathe.

"Dio--
Dio--why"

It was hard to gain the proper pronunciation of her name, let alone get my legs to stop shaking.

"--diorite--"

My words were jumbledmumbledcrumbled together, thrown out like the simple words of--

("I volunteer!")

Pause, breathe.

"R-R-RUN!"

Don't pause, run.

My feet became the wind and my hopes became washed out by the flood, only to hope she would follow in pursuit. The passion in my feet swept into the life of my arms, quickly making out the image of a few medical items - a needle and thread of a dark purple. It was almost darker than the night sky - that kind of purple. Where it seems eternal and never receding from its light; because the night sky is a beautiful time. The night sky that told of stories that made my story more than it was right now, because today, my story is the heart stopping but the faith not.

But that's for another time, because today is in my past.

Or that's what I hope it is.

[ok ok ok]
[flees]
[draws a needle and thread with his violet ii crayon]
[uses f/a on himself for -3]
[uses one n/t on himself for -5] *IF THE DRAWING IS VALID*

[Arrows]

Where shall my soul find shelter?

Lightning

O'Hana

    They say you never notice a gun pointed at your head until its bullet is seven inches deep inside your brain. I say that's complete bull shit. Every second a danger is dwelling near you then you can feel it. You can hear it being loaded, feel it aiming for your skull. You only die if you stay standing like a statue. Why stay frozen? I don't know, all I do know is that we were frozen, plastered like pieces of a game to a board. We felt the gun's gaze glaring into our heads yet we never reacted. We never even looked to see the gun before its bullet blew. 

    Boom.

    One. I'm standing at the kitchen table drying the dishes after a long day of sixth grade schooling. Chaos is chatting about some girl named Caroline who she finds to be, as she described at the time, sensational. I'm dwindling so deeply into the depths her stories that a plate plummets from my hands to the floor. Shards stream suddenly in every and each direction. Thunderous talking erupts from a nearby room as the shadows of our parents purge any piece of happiness we have. Icy irises find my face as a fist sends me flailing to the floor. Blood begins to breach the floor boards from my nose but I don't cry, crying only makes the curse of the cruelty worse. Sounds shake the scene as I watch Chaos cling to our Father's fists in an attempt to spare me. My Mother casts her down beside me with a hefty hurl. For moments we are mute until their steps and the stench of bitter booze venture out of our area. We survive another day.

    Two. Stars stir softly within a black velvet veil. Silky sand spreads between by toes as I stand watching night from the shore. Waves whirl and whine as they rumble over the earth and a sigh splits my lips. Another shadow joins my own as Chaos stands beside me smoke spiraling from her hand. My head wilts in disapproval but only playful sarcasm speaks from my mouth. "You know you really need to quite smoking. It kills after all." He rolls her eyes as smoke spurs her own remarks. "Not if I kill it first!" Laughter lifts from our lips and across the turning tides. "That doesn't even make sense." I say with a smile as a smirk stains her own skin. "Shut the fuck up."

    Three. I stand on a stage while withering eyes watch me join the ranks of District Four's largest battalion. Gasps grip the audience as Chaos surges through the sea of sight seers to stand by my side. Internal anger and hatred harbor themselves for such stupid sacrifice. Only when seclusion is granted to me do I dare to cry. When I see her again I feel nothing but pulsating pain. I treat her like trash. She grows silent. We don't speak for two days. We finally make up. We enter the arena united...

    Three seconds is all it takes for her body to beat against the ground harder than I have ever seen. For her canon to create cataclysmic cacophony through the arena. For me to fall forever. My knees slam to the ground by her side as my fingers furl tightly around my trident. Behind my mourning steps scurry off into the distance yet a shadow still looms like the darkness devouring her soul. 

    I do not turn to speak, I only stare into the scarlet socket of my sister's eye while the words reveal themselves. "Well princess Fray, you want me to try to kill you instead of him? Fine, you get your wish. He even abandoned you here after helping him, quite the guy you chose to kill my sister for. What the hell is it with you Frays? You aren't special, you are just like me. Mortal."

    I don't even feel how fast I move from my sister's side. All I can comprehend is after a split second I am sprinting spear in hand. I'm aiming. I'm striking. I'm finally letting the storm surge.
   

Lightning O'Hana attacks Diorite Fray with his Trident and Shattered Heart {Spear}
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{Block}

Accuracy cause bruh is suppose to be showing chaos he cares smh
spear
{Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage}

spear�spear

[Gryphon]

♕    d  i  o  r  i  t  e     f  r  a  y.    ♕

Three weeks at the training center.

A day in the arena so far.

Three seconds is all it took,

for one cannon fire.

(Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God--)

What did I just do?

I hear dead waves screaming in my ears like hot spirits when the first ever nightmare I never thought could happen to me becomes reality, and it's like a hand is waved over my face to immediately change my expression from rage to shock as Chaos O'Hana loses the ability to shift hers. She becomes vacant like the black sky I must get myself to see from now on, and I can't take my eyes off the one I just stabbed out.

"I..."

(Please, oh my God, please, no, please--)

"I-I...I..."

I didn't kill her, I wouldn't have killed her, I couldn't have killed her--

(But you did.

And you had to, Diorite Fray.)

B O O M .

The cannon for the death of Chaos O'Hana scares me into pulling the blade out of her socket as quick as I can, she was beginning to fall like she was sinking to a dark sea of nothingness and with this sudden motion does her head hit the marble floor as she becomes lifeless and no more.

How did I kill her? How did I kill her, how DID I KILL HER--

"I...this can't be happening..."

Trembling hands with one holding the dagger covered in the blood of Lightning's sister, they shake and force my whole body to tremble as I slowly back away from her, from him, towards him, looking back and forth between the sister and the brother with horror all over my face because reality may be cruel but it can't have gone to such lengths like this with me.

It shouldn't have, it couldn't have.

"Dio--"

Oh my God.

"S-Saummer--?!" I fully turn towards him with even more surprise when he tries to speak, I have become a flood of emotions and he is just adding to the mix with his pitiful efforts to have me hear him out despite his broken jaw.

"Dio--Dio--why--"

"Don't ask me, please, I--y-you--I...!"

"--diorite--"

I don't know what to think anymore.

I don't know if I should think anymore.

Love, friendship, and understanding does not exist in this arena, but I don't want to lose those things and yet I have to.

If I want to live--not for myself but for everybody back home yet at the same time I want to die here for them--and if I want Saummerand and Hela to live, if I don't want to be the reason they die.

But I didn't have to kill anyone, I didn't need to and I wasn't supposed to.

"R-R-RUN!"

Was I?

He takes off and I begin to follow, but the girl who cares too much stops herself for a moment to look at Lightning, now by the corpse of a loved one.

(You idiot, what are you doing? RUN--)

But I took two lives away from each other.

How can I possibly just run away from that?

(Because now that you didn't, this is what happens.)

"Well princess Fray, you want me to try to kill you instead of him? Fine, you get your wish. He even abandoned you here after helping him, quite the guy you chose to kill my sister for. What the hell is it with you Frays? You aren't special, you are just like me. Mortal."

His words burn the most, even more than mine ever have. Three seconds is all it took for him to say all this before moving towards me in a speed that only belongs in dreams, and a pain that only belongs in nightmares erupts on my right arm when he drags his trident across it. I scream and step away as fast I can.

I deserved that, after what I've just done.

(No you didn't, you fucking idiot. Did you not hear what he just said?)

Eyes locked on his and soon enough I can taste my own furiosity again.

No I didn't.

"You're too late. It's too late, Lightning O'Hana. You think I wanted this? I had to, to save him because neither of you were killing me--and now it's too late. If you killed me instead of killing him, then I wouldn't have killed her.

I get that you're angry, but don't you dare act like you know who Saummerand Demheaux is. Don't you dare act like you know who Diorite Fray is, and don't you fucking dare act like you know who the Frays are.

Besides our allies, all we know are each other's names, and that we have to kill each other if we want to keep living. You want to get to know me before avenging your sister and stabbing my own eye out, you'll find me--but for now, you've missed your opportunity, Lightning O'Hana."

And then I run, the only thoughts in my head now being of medical supplies to draw to take care of Sau; bandages of a beautiful red to wrap around his own.

The voice of a shadow chuckles in my ear, and what he says are words she never wanted to hear, words she never thought she would hear--but words I was meant to hear no matter what.

(Welcome to the 75th Hunger Games, Diorite Fray.)

[flees omfg bye]
[Uses F/A on Saummerand for -3]
[Uses Permanent Geranium Lake crayon to draw bandages]
[Uses bandages on Saummerand for -1 if approved]
[Collects throwing knives]
[Receives Chaos' items]
[Drops Chaos' bathrobe, sword, Extended WIP]

[Arrows]

Where shall my soul find shelter?

Lightning

O'Hana

    How do you know when a human mind shuts off? Is it when the light in their eyes dims into the depths of darkness? Perhaps its when their body shakes and shudders from sudden showers of sorrow. Or maybe its when their screams of sanity's death shake their surrounds every passing second. In all actuality none of these instances are correct. The truth lies in the external viewers can never see just when a brain breaks and soul spins into disarray. Only the one who is being thrown into the dismal darkness knows just when they have enter Hades' Helm. Its something which can never be forgotten. 

    I barely notice the footsteps flailing down the hall. I don't notice my own blood slightly stirring among the sea beneath my feet. I can only see her eyes exposed in extreme disbelief. I can only feel my fingers fiddling with the tendrils of her tattered hair. I can only hear my shattered laughing lifting through the room in rampant randomness. I think I notice my weapon warp into wax but my mind sees her skin slipping into a puddle as well. Furiously I dig my hands through cooling warmth attempting to stop the transfiguration. I snap back from my surreal slip. My hands have dug into her side, I can feel her rib running along my index finger's nail. Another laugh leaps from my lips sung as though the song of a hyena. 

    My muscles jolt and a cacophonous crack creaks through the area as I shove my hands free from her skin. In my palm a bone white laced with red has been plucked like a flower from the garden of my sister's death. In my palm its seems so pristine and precious, despite the soiled scarlet staining it of course. Alas all I see is the defense that failed to protect my sister. My fingers furl as through to crush the wretched bested bone but I stop myself. I laugh wickedly warped as I pull one of the blades used to butcher Chaos into my free hand. Before its nothing more than a melted mess a name is carved into death's template, into her bone. 

    Diorite Fray. 

   I look upward and outward, I stare society in the face as a stinted smile slips across my skin. Shouts soon shake from my lips towards every pair of ears and eyes witnessing such a scene. "Don't you see! I've done it! I've marked her for death! FOR HER DEATH!!!" Laughter leaps from my lips as wild motions move my limbs. "I'M GONNA KILL HER! I'M GONNA KILL HER!" I chant while dancing in a delirious circle around my sister's corpse. I tether the bone to my necklace and let it rest upon my breast. I suddenly stop with my face towards the floor. My fingers flick, my right eye twitches... "Hunt... hunt... kill... kill... her... him... everyone... find them..." I turn and take off sprinting down the hall.

    Over head I can hear the viewers' voices questioning me, how dare they! I stop abruptly and point my middle fingers towards the sky. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I scream with spit spewing. I continue to sprint. I have no idea where I'm going, what route I am trying to travel. All I do is follow the shadows spinning and constantly whispering by my sides. I follow them through destroyed doors and the devil's kitchen. I let them lead me to a single set of stairs seemingly spinning on for eternity. A ghastly grin grimaces my face as I stand atop the highest step. "I'M COMING TO FIND YOU!"  I scream letting it echo before my own descent. However, before breaching the barrier before me I stumble through my netted pockets and produce my few crayons. 

    With one I let it glide across my own skin, let it stain me with its color as I transform. I do not know if its properties work in such a way but I predict the possibility such a drawing could become a glimmering piece of armor upon my chest. When I am finished filling up my chest with color I turn to the tiles as I draw a weapon identical to my sister's own. A single difference lies within the blade of my sword, her name is written as though carved into its metal. 

    Once forged from my drawings I dive through the dark, I escape the world from which my sister died in. I sprint towards a new dimension of death with darkness dwelling in my irises. A thought crosses through the field of my mind as I pass each step. I might be able to find Fallon and Tamron for once. Then my hunting party would be prepared. 
   

Lightning O'Hana flees the fight
Uses crayon(color to be figured out in maint) to draw a sword
Uses crayon(color to be figured out in maint) to draw a chest piece
Travels down the stairs into the other arena to regroup with Fallon and Tamron
Collects Water in water jug