All in tonight [Yusei v Sloth day 2]

[Cato]

Yusei Rhee

No faces light up the sky as the anthem plays. Part of me is grateful, but the other part of me is unsure of how to feel. Twenty-four of us still roam this terrible place, but for now I'm alone. Nobody's here to bother me, and I got some sponsorships. Not sure why, though, because I'm just a boy trying to change how people view careers. I'm more than just a fighter. Than a killing machine, and I feel that's how the people view us. Especially from talking to other tributes at the training center. I hear the whispers of the lower districts. There's more to me than meets the eye. But I don't like being alone right now. I want someone to talk to. I just really want to talk to Cirque again. To explain my feelings to her.

I lean against a tree with the spear in hand. I don't want to attack anyone, but maybe, just maybe it'll help me stay alive. Most careers won't run from me since they know how to fight, but maybe if it's someone from district ten, they'll scatter without a care in the world. Even with the fog and everything else, it's still hard to move. Hard to even think in a place like this. I don't know if anyone will see me, and that's a good thing. Normally I would be sleeping right now, but in a place like this sleep is hard to come by. There's so much prowling around, and I don't know when the gamemakers will send something after me. I have to be ready to move at any given second. For now, though, I close my eyes. A little sleep will do some good, and it'll keep me alert for whatever tomorrow brings.

But my mind is racing, and all I can think about is Cirque. I want to see her more now than ever. I want to talk to her. To just be with her. I should've said something before. I should've talked to her. I should've let her know how I felt, but she's so much better than I am. I'm just a peasant. Just someone not even worthy of polishing her shoes. It's about that time a parachute lands beside me. I open it up to find a bottle of wine. At first I wonder what to do with this. Why would anyone send me something like this? I don't even know what it is. Maybe it'll help me sleep. Maybe it'll keep me up. I don't know, but I carefully take a sip, and oh how it burns going down my throat. How can anyone drink something like this?

I sigh as I place the bottle to the side. It's not going to do me any good, but then I pick it back up and take another swig. My chest is on fire. It burns so bad. Every part of it burns. My lips are slightly numb. My head's buzzing around. But I don't set the bottle back down. I keep drinking and drinking and drinking. I don't sleep and soon the sun's rising, and I can't stop myself from hiccupping. My entire body is aching. Everything about me is telling me just to lay down and sleep. My head's throbbing. I feel awful. I don't know what was in that wine, but wow it's done something to me. I've never drank before, so maybe that's it. Even standing is hard.

But I have to get to my feet fast because something is coming. How can I fight when I can barely stand? I look at the bottle and some remains, but not much. Perhaps it'll help me. Perhaps it'll take the pain away. I tighten my grip on the spear as I lean down to pick up the bottle and down what's left. It doesn't even faze me, but I still feel like I'm going to fall over. I'm staggering around tripping over my feet. I can barely move. Soon I see the mutt, and I lean over barfing my guts out. My throat is on fire. Everything is falling apart, but this can't be how I die. I hope not anyway.

80th Hunger Games

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Yusei attacks sloth | blunt end of spear

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7194 -- Bruised Left Wrist -- 2.0 damage

Intoxication roll
1-10
feels fineblunt·1-10

[анзие (Anz)]

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maybe it's in the gutter

burnout.

She wakes with a jolt to some dark sharp-iron smelling place, the echo of a rattling thud lingering in her ears. Burnout snuffles towards the edge of the darkness, heart slowly beginning to kick back into full speed as whatever they'd drugged her with finally wears away. Her nose bumps against metal, and she pulls away in annoyance. The tips of her ears flicker across the roof of the capsule they have her in, and even with dulled senses at the tips, she can feel that it is cold.

The humans must be taking her and her babies somewhere new again, which means that they have to be tucked against her sides now. Those two-legs know better than to separate a nesting mother from her children, and Burnout wriggles around to wrap warmth around her two from earlier in the year, Circus and Billie. They are her pride and joy, these two -- she'd mated with the one she'd had her eye on for seasons, but had never had the luck to be penned in with him until this year.

Comfortably, she reaches out to draw Circus and Billie in with her paws, but they swipe over air. Burnout pauses, then tries more insistently to find them, her children, in this tiny dark space. Her claws scrape over metal and her body trashes against the cold metal, and she must make too much noise because there's a hissing sound through the walls, and then there is darkness, all over again.

--

Her babies are on her mind when she wakes again, this time with a pounding head and a thundering heart. Twisted, broken stone twists into spires over her head, gives her shade against the flickering sun-rays that wink in and out of sight. Burnout lets out a low, keening whine, straining to hear the Circus's gentle chatter and Billie's grumpy responses.

The only sounds that creep back are that of splatter, like blood of a kill. Burnout keens again, staggering out of whatever space she'd found herself in, and into a two-legged, a human--

He smells nothing like her children. 

where i left my lover

4VaSS9TPspiked blunt
BROKEN LEFT WRIST -- 6.5 damage
you bruise my wrist i break yours. seems fair.

burnout's dmg: 2/35

spiked blunt

[Cato]

Yusei Rhee

I don't even know what I'm doing. Nothing seems safe about provoking a creature. It was just there minding it's own business, but I have to defend myself. My throat still burns, and I still feel awful, but I have to figure out a way to survive. A way to carry myself forward even in the midst of this madness. Beads of sweat roll down my brow, and I need some water. Oh how I want something to drink. Something to cleanse the burning sensation that's eating through my throat. But I had to go start a fight with something that can probably kill me.

I barely do any damage to it. Expected considering I just vomited everything out of my stomach. It's hard. My head is still throbbing, and I don't know what else to do. I look at the spear and realize I'm holding it wrong, but even then I don't think it matters. I'm ready to run away. I'm ready to show the world that I don't want to fight, not even this mutt that's destined to kill me. But I stand my ground. I grip the spear even tighter as I prepare to use it the right way. But I don't anticipate the sound of my bones breaking.

I hold back a scream that's threatening to fill the air as tears form in the corners of my eyes. I don't even know what this thing is, and it's broke my wrist. I remember when I broke my hand before. When I fell trying to catch myself, and this pain reminds me of that. My mom was there to help me that time, but now I'm alone without anyone to stand by my side. Oh it hurts, but I have to use it. I try gripping the spear, and I try looking at the thing that's there. A mutt. A demon. And I go for the defensive because it's all I can do right now. It's the best I can do.

80th Hunger Games

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Yusei attacks sloth | blunt end of spear

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7160 -- Crushed Skull -- 40 damageblunt