it's the end of the world as we know it {eruption reactions}

[lance]

[presto][/presto]

[ ♕ ]

For once, things went almost perfectly according to plan.

A slow smile had crept across her face once it had become clear that not one but both Elevens had been targeted, a smile which had grown once the troublesome Gordon boy had been cut down by Lowe (a side glance to Callie to see her reaction at the loss of her unlikely champion had yielded little fruit, for the moment), and by the time that Seraphim made his successful return to her good graces by striking down the Izar girl, arguably the more threatening of the pair of Elevens, the smile had transformed into a full-fledged beaming grin.

Half of the annoying thorns in her side had been eliminated in one fell swoop - and from the looks of things, between Namething's steadily worsening vitals and the fact that Meisenzahl had somehow managed to get not one but both of his knees broken to Adelaide Throes of all people and a clearly hungover Marvray, things were looking bright.

A movement out of the corner of her eye grabbed her attention, and she watched as the Fer boy broke away from the carnage, proving - somewhat surprisingly, though at this point she had noticed that the boy was one to keep an eye out for - to be the first one to notice that, there was, in fact, a complete selection of items for them to claim.

Then she watched as he grabbed the gold-ribboned jar of tar, and her grin turned into a smirk.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly. Then, quieter, to the boy from Three who couldn't possibly know what she was saying, "Bet you thought you could just grab that and run away with it, huh?"

One solitary finger rose, as if she had suddenly got an idea. "Nuhuhuh, boo," she said, wagging said finger. "That would simply be too easy."

She turned to the nearest arena specialist, one of Charlie's subordinates. "You there!" she barked. "Start the eruption - phase one!"

Startled, the specialist locked wide eyes with her own. "P-phase one?" he stuttered. "Isn't that the one where we-"

"If you were about to say start the rising of the lava, then you are exactly correct, my dear," she interrupted. "What, did you think I was going to order that we blow up the entire volcano? Now? While all of our tributes were on it?" She shook her head disapprovingly. "C'mon hun, use that brain that Ripred gave you for something other than complex math equations once in a while, okay?"

Miffed, the specialist turned back to his controls, furiously typing away.

The grin returned to her face as her gaze returned to the overhead view. Cracks started to appear beneath ten sets of feet, and, predictably, each set made to run for cover as the very ground beneath them crumbled away.

A thought suddenly pushed itself to the forefront of her mind like an attention seeking hellkitten might push to the front of its litter. "Giant chicken lady!" she called abruptly, this time in the direction of the muttation specialists.

The woman in question frantically rushed to her side. "Actually, boss, it's called a-"

"I don't care what it's called, hun." The glare plus the statement was enough to shut her up. "Just tell me this - does this one work?"

"I-I haven't been able to figure out what went wrong with the automated system, boss, b-but-" Another glare caused her skin to noticeably pale. "Yes, with manual input, this one should work."

Her grin returned to a smirk. "Just what I wanted to hear." She turned back towards the screen, watching as the last of the tributes made their way over the crater's ridge.

"Alright team, it's time!" she called, gaze not breaking from the screen even as the lava rose.

"Release the giant chicken."

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{ prove to me
that you're worthy. }

ooc: pls respond with your ic reactions to the lava flow here. pls roll for fire in your item claiming post.

items list is as follows:

1: One flower crown, complete with yellow, purple, red, and white flowers claimed by Titus
2: One jar of tar with a delicate gold ribbon wrapped around it. claimed by Ree
3: One skull-shaped glass bottle of tequila, comes with a porcelain salt shaker and a bag of limes. claimed by Hero
4: One medkit claimed by Walherich
5: One life-sized pocket whale plushie with a red gift bow taped to its head
6: One large tupperware of what appears to be an actual feast: seafood stew, oysters on the half shell, fried mussels and some biscuits with cheese sprinkled on top (feeds three, will become useless after two days if not eaten bc seafood) claimed by Chester
7: Two needle and threads, the threads themselves are sea-foam green and turquoise claimed by Cam
8: One watercolor set with an 80 page teal notepad (dotted) claimed by Lux
9: Two halves of a coconut, you can spy milk in the hollowed out shells, equipped with plastic straws sticking out of them (water for 2) claimed by Teddy
10: One dark colored tincture, reading the label will reveal that it’s hemlock essential oils (poison) claimed by Adelaide

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

filler

[walherich claims medkit]
[walherich flees]
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[Knuckles]

C H E S T E R .

"So will I."

For a moment her words hung in the air, bouncing through his thick skull. It was something he expected, something Adelaide didn't need to reiterate, but maybe she had something else planned. Why else would she have even brought it up?

All he did was nod his head with acceptance -

Crack!

The bones shifted, crunching beneath the weight of the world. Glass walls shattered, shards flew in every direction - it took a lifetime to build it up, and yet it only took one swing to knock the fragile walls down. Chester crumbled, falling faster and faster until the hard ground met him.

For the first time in along time, tears welled in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall down his face.

"Fuck!"

It was impossible to move, and all he could do was stare at the odd angle of his leg. But his gaze quickly turned to the girl who just crippled him;

"What the fuck do you have in that thing?" He asked pointing at her purse. His mother told him to never mess with a girl because she carried a brick in her purse, but Chester never believed her. It was just a foolish tale to keep him on the right track. Now he understood, and wondered if Adelaide had in fact placed a brick in there.

Tear filled eyes locked on his ally, his friend. A sense of hopelessness crept through his veins as he tried crawling away. Chester needed something, and Teddy had the strength he never had.

"Chester, we're gonna be alright. We can do still do this. Remember our promise. I'm not letting go and neither are you. I lost part of my leg, you can survive this. Just trust in me, it's about time I pull my weight around here." Trust was hard to come by, yet Chester trusted Teddy more than anyone would ever imagine, and he wanted to believe him. Just yesterday he carried him away from the fight. He made sure both survived, and now he was relying on his on legged friend. Perhaps the one handed freak he saved was worth more than the foolish name Chester called him when volunteering. It was wrong, and only now did he realize it.

He snarled, teeth snapping before glaring at Adelaide -

"Leave her, we'll deal with Adelaide later."

Teddy must've read his mind, and after spending so much time together the last few days, Chester wasn't surprised. It took every ounce of strength he had, and yet he turned away from the girl who may have just killed him.

A heavy sigh left his chest as he stopped in his tracks for only a moment, trying to gather himself, trying to find the strength to stand;

"Move."

The word was barely audible, but his efforts weren't enough because he couldn't move out of the way of the giant pendulum swinging towards him.

Crack!

Another bone shifted, and the glass shattered even more.

"FUCK!"

A violent roar filled his ears, and he could hear nothing.

"Stop! Fucking stop!" He begged, pleaded with anyone around who had the chance to hear. And yet it wasn't good enough because Dandy didn't get the chance to plead for her life. She didn't beg for mercy like Chester was doing now. Rory didn't beg neither did Rhetoric when they fell just days before.

Why am I any different?

"At least let me stand on my own two feet if you're going to kill me."

It was a last request.

A plea.

Chester wanted to look his killer in the eye so whoever it was could watch his life flee from his body as he toppled over to the other side of the fence.

Time froze, as two bodies crumbled. The bully from twelve had finally been taken down, and Chester remembered just the night before when Wendell asked him to join them. Keeping Teddy alive was the reason he didn't join him. A friendship formed through the living hell Chester volunteered for.

And when time unfroze, the ground was shaking.

What's happening?

It shook more violently with each passing second, and then it started splitting apart revealing the inside of the volcano. Liquid fire slowly started rising -

"Teddy!" He shout at the top of his lungs hoping his friend heard him. "Run!" Panic shot through his body as he tried standing on his feet. A smoldering iron pressed against his skin as the fracture bone tore into his muscle. Death lingered just seconds behind him, and he had to move. He had to get out of there -

This was not how Chester wanted to die.

A frantic heart clawed at his ribs begging for an escape, but it wasn't something he wanted to think about. It was going to devour him alive, and it was his fault. Broken limbs held him back - is this what Rhetoric and Rory felt like when they realized they were going to die?

The fire grew closer and closer, and for a moment, the male closed his eyes for what he thought would be the last time. But a voice and hands reached for him. Adelaide reached down helping him into a glass bottom boat. Chester looked around, eyes wide as the lava burned his bum. Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes threatening to fall down his face at any given second, but they stopped the moment his eyes rested on a giant chicken fleeing the volcanic eruption.

Didn't we kill that thing once?

Nothing made sense, and yet he tried understanding.

His clothing was melting under the heat of the lava and the boat. Everything was aching. His mind was racing, but he wasn't going to die. An enemy saved him from a certain death, and Chester wasn't sure how he would ever repay her.

table by briar <3

Chester flees with Adelaide
picks up the Tupperware of what appears to be a large feast [item 6]
fire roll aye
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[pup]

ok so im gonna post this nice lil filler cause i gotta go run literally.

Feeling empty and such and no remorse for wendell cuz he was a jerk and stuff.

To Emberly: "Thanks." for killing him. She doesn't say the last part, but is inwardly scared knowing that she really is a monster now.

To Adelaide: "Not dead yet, maybe you need to find a new hobby."

goes and skeddadles away

[cam flees the feast]
[picks up the two needles and threads]

[fireeee]
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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

ADELAIDE

There's a moment in the midst of the blood shed that I feel the breeze on my face. It's the first time in days that I've felt the cool wind and I relish it, even here, even now. In the blink of an eye, it's gone, replaced suddenly and horribly by intolerable warmth.

The earth beneath us grumbles.

I holster my sword. The Fates' tether to Wendell has snapped. I press my palms together, X's meeting, and say a silent prayer for him. Then, I run. When something glints in the sand I scoop it up. When I pass another tribute, I can't help but say something.

Ree from District Three. Of course he's here. He is the catalyst, after all. "Oh, no wonder I couldn't see you in the arena. You are the light."

He takes the sunlight with him when he goes.

I haven't run very far before I remember the boy who took Dandy from me. Somehow Hero and I, outmatched, have felled him. "Should I leave him?" I ask and no one responds. It's only then that I realize I've left my canoe and Komala behind as well.

I slip down the bowl back to Chester and my glass bottom canoe. It must be the adrenaline or a gift from the Fates because it doesn't take much to haul him into the boat. "This way, fella."

WIP WIP WIP

Passes by Hero who is clearly struggling. "Hero, this is no time to fall behind!"

THROES

[Adelaide rolls for fire/lava damage]

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[Flees with Chester in glass boat]

[healing stuff which I'll put in maint xD]

[Claims 10: One dark colored tincture, reading the label will reveal that it’s hemlock essential oils (poison)]

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[Tom]

[presto][/presto]

► ► ►

Red.

It's the color of the blood that is dark and shines upon the end of the gold. The smooth handle of the weapon is pulled and there's the liquid that belonged to Walherich. It coats the blade and Teddy can feel his eyes move from the weapon to Walherich before it processes in his head that he was killing the man. Hands that controlled the blade was trying to kill someone who's only reason to fight was because they had to.

Something stirs in his stomach as he stares at the blood that's been shed. It's not pretty. It's not glorious. All it does is make him remember what it was like to never have blood being the first and last thing he can see in the day. There's meaningless violence because only one will survive and everyone wanted it to be them. He was never one for violence, but he's been through hell multiple times.

Parents who he could barely remember forcing him to do what they wanted him to do. An accident that left him clueless to the world. The death of a woman who he considered his mother leading up to the game of blood. In their games, no one would win. Only the masterminds would win. Heart beats as he looks around to his hand gripping tighter to the weapon. He can hear Raquel's words in his ears from the past.

Do you even want to go home?

It's been a few days since he had talked to her about wanting to go home. Was there a reason for him to go home? There were so many reasons to go home, but the biggest one was to see her grave. Ma's grave sat there with flowers that he wouldn't be able to see. There'd be something carved on the stone that would mean so much to him. He wanted to go home for himself. He wanted to get home and remember who the two kids were that played games with him as a child.

There's a moment where everything slows for a moment.

Raquel and Emberly cut into Wendell.

Teddy had been right.

It'll be your downfall, Gordon

All Teddy can do is give a small frown, but there wasn't meant to be any remorse for a guy who had cut his leg clean off. There's a memory of him standing up to Wendell Gordon. Gauze lying on the floor that Wendell had dropped himself. The idea of a spoiled rotten kid that had come into his head from that day was gone now. There was more to Wendell Gordon than was on the surface, but he was blinded by the evil that came from Gordon's tongue. All he can do is look to Raquel as he can see Titus preparing to strike.

Let's not meet again, alright?

The face of Raquel Izar flickers into his eyes as she had said the words. Titus' stabs into her back and he can hear the cannons in the distance. Their ringing in his ears as he goes into shock at the deaths that just happened. Everything is frozen and he can hear his heart beating in his chest. Eyes flicker to Ree who is begging Raquel to get up and Teddy looks away for a second. He lets out a breath that he seems to be holding. There's a sorrow to Ree Fer's eyes that makes him uneasy. There's a moment when his mind goes to Chester and if he were to die if Teddy would be the same.

They shared a similarity, but Ree was different from Teddy. There's a way that he looks at Raquel that makes him wonder if there was something going on there. Either way, all he can do is think of everything Chester has done for him. They had faced hell together. They watched Rhetoric and Rory die. Their minds were breaking. Their bodies were broken. They still found the courage to fight against it all. They walked farther than most people ever would. They've been beaten, cut up, emotionally drained, and terrorized, but they still survived through it all.

All he can think of is Chester, until the ground rumbles underneath him.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he watches. He remembers being able to see it day one during the bloodbath, or at least identify where they were.

The ground is trembling and Teddy can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Of all the times to do this.

He's missing a leg.

Chester's got two broken legs that made it difficult to stand.

He hasn't been this upset since Basil Isley died.

He hears Chester's voice as molten rock seeps through the opening, chasing them.

"Teddy!"

He screams out to Chester, hoping to get his attention.

"Chester! Fuck!"

They've seen it before. The giant chicken fight where Aline and Dandy had fallen victim to death. The molten rock that could burn through skin at a moment's notice. Teddy can feel the fear in his veins as he thinks of Chester trying to crawl away from the lava. Teddy is looking for him as he avoids the lava, but he only hears his voice once more before it gives him reason to leave.

"Run!"

Fear takes him away over his own emotions. Body moving like muscle memory, even if it's a bit faster than one of his legs could keep up with. The peg leg felt like a weight that just kept him farther back. He's afraid of what could happen to Chester, but the guy was smart. All Teddy does is try to run away from the molten rock that moved so slowly towards him.

All he can do is hope that Chester survives it.

Hands shake with fear and regret.

He doesn't look back in fear.

Don't die, Chester. I won't let go.

WIP WIP WIP

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{ Perhaps hopeless isn't a place
Nothing but a state of mind }

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(Teddy flees with Titus's help)

[Claims Two halves of a coconut, you can spy milk in the hollowed out shells, equipped with plastic straws sticking out of them (water for 2)]

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[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

LUX PELOTTE


 

I've seen bad things and I've carried out worse.

Nothing compares to this; when I see Raquel Izar and Wendell Gordon get swallowed by the other tributes, I can't help but smile. And I know that it is sick and twisted but death is so beautifully simplistic that I cannot even try to catch my heart when it begins to fall in love with the concept. Call me a monster but there is something life should learn from death—it is not fair or unfair, it doesn't listen and doesn't act when people pray for life. It just stays, unmoved.

And perhaps it is cruel that I even talk about those who are dead because they are dead and nothing will bring them back, not that I want them back. I figure that their names on my tongue are nothing but wasted breaths, and in a world where days are numbered and tomorrow always brings doom, I forget as easily as I remember. The two gone become blurs, swept away by time, pushing me forwards towards the crown.

Blood isn't in the fairytales I have been told, but I know that I need to spill it to get my happy ending. Queens and princesses are queens and princesses because of the blood they have, not because of the blood she has spilt. Traditional tales are sure to change with time, anyway. There is blood on my hands but I do not care because a crown means survival and that is the name of the game that I dare to win.

I don't want to be another number, another death that the Capitol can use against a future tribute from Four that will make their bones tremble with anxiety.

wip I'm sorry

{ lux flees with Hero, takes the 8: watercolour set with an 80 page teal notepad (dotted) }

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

FUCK.

There was a good reason that Hero avoided the land, and the rumbling of the island justified his hatred. Just as he was about to reach for an item, some insufferable bastard in front of him pulled a jar from the bunch and triggered the BIGGEST FUCKING NUISANCE that day.

The island was trying to kill them.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" Hero hollered, stumbling quickly away from the items. No power on earth could tempt him to stay on the mountaintop at that moment.

(Except, well, the hangover.)

He found a hero in Lux, who helped him down the mountain. He wanted to say, "No, I've got this, I'm fine," but there was no point in speaking a falsehood his ally would not believe.

As the Arena waged war on them all, the heat tore down the mountain and sent them all stumbling away, desperately trying to survive.

[Hero takes the tequila]

Fire roll:
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[gamemaker kelsier]

when i see you the whole world reduces to just that room

this is a filler for now becuase i want to get my maint in and ya girl is tired as hell

[ooc: rolling out of turn with permission from Lancelot]
[titus claims item 1]
[titus flees]
[Titus helps Teddy flee}
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[я𝑜𝓈𝑒]

ob wir zum sterben bereit sind oder nicht,
der tag kommt sicher
whether we're ready to die or not
the day'll come certainly

filler filler

[Emberly Lowe flees the feast]
[picks up pocket whale plushie]

[fire roll]
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[no fire damage]

ist das der engel, der vom dämmernden himmel hinunter flog?
ist das der teufel, der aus der felsenspalte heraus kroch?
is that the angel which flew down from the dawning sky?
is that the devil which crept out of the rock cleft?

. . .

"vogel im käfig" ("bird in a cage") by hiroyuki sawano.

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