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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 16:33:23 GMT -7
ミCameron Blindsミ As Cameron got out, he was groaning in pain. It surprised the tribute that he wasn't going insane. Yet. As the tribute started to walk around, he recognized the place. It was the first place he saw as he ran from the cornucopia. He remembered that day. Though his vision started to change, and mold like clay right in front of his eyes. As he looked around, it wasn't the arena anymore. It was home. He was happy at the sight of his district. It seemed so far away and ancient now that he thought about it.
As his eyes wandered, he couldn't help but look for any sign of someone that he knew, someone that he cared for to talk to. It was weird, the boy stumbled around almost as if he were drunk. The tribute from eleven had looked around and his eyes rested on someone he knew. Someone that made his stomach churn and his eyes boil. Of course, this was no doubt an enemy, but it wasn't his enemy at all, it was family. He rested his eyes onto his sister, she was fourteen and smaller then he was. Her of all his family members he had expected most to say goodbye to him. But she didn't. It made Cameron's blood boil. He looked at her. His eyes were sharp as daggers, and full of hate.
Why didn't she visit me? Oh, right, because of course nobody had faith in the tributes from eleven. The tribute thought to himself, almost letting out a growl at the end of the thought. He looked at her, and started to pull out his weapon. If she didn't have faith in Cameron, he'll show her what he's got.
He swung. (Cameron attacks her left thigh)
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✿Basil Emmerson✿ As I escaped the place known as the Forest, I seemed to be perfectly unharmed. Hooray for me. I think to myself with a snort. I can't help but have this sarcasm, I don't know where Matthias is, so I will probably end up running into another tribute eventually.
As I walk out, I see the tribute from eleven nearby and I can't help myself but to cringe. He obviously had gotten stung a couple of times, and as I inspect his body with all the stings on it, I here the fire of a cannon. Most likely it was from the tracker jackers, and someone wasn't so lucky. I secretly hoped that it wasn't Matthias, because right now, I'm not in the mood to loose allies. It's strange, seeing a person so much older then me and so much more prepared to be in so much more pain than I am. I mean, sure, I have my ankle. But he got stung by tracker jackers. That's as worse as a mutt, well, then again they are mutts. What I mean is that I feel guilty for hiding all this time. I feel like the sponsors are starting to get bored, and don't see why they should sponsor me if I don't do anything.
His eyes land on me. They seem dark and cold as ice, almost as if he despises me. I have to wonder why, but my thoughts are cut short as he starts to grip his spear. Now, I'm worried. Before I can even try to cut him out of his trance, he sent an attack at my left thigh. I cry out in pain, and a tear escapes from my eye as I never expected it to hurt. Though that doesn't stop me from attacking back. Gripping my machete, I swung at his left arm.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 16:55:59 GMT -7
ミCameron Blindsミ His smirk turned into a cackle, the cackle turned into laughter. He was going insane, but, he didn't care. Cameron was going to die anyways, right? So why keep his sanity? He had to laugh louder when his sister had tried to attack him, and she failed miserably. Cameron didn't care if he seemed like a b*tch or not, all he cared about, was going home. Then again, why does he want to go home so badly? His family has no faith in him, so why bother? To prove them wrong. He wanted to prove them wrong along with the whole capitol that the boy with a brain tumor can survive the god damn hunger games. His blood was boiling by that point, and he didn't care what others thought about him, b*tchy or not.
He swung. (Cameron attacks her left thigh)
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✿Basil Emmerson✿ I missed. I freaking missed. Of course the one time I actually want to stand up and fight I screw up. His cackling fills my ears, and I'm immediately worried. He's obviously gone insane, that, or he's truly heartless. I'm depressed to say this, but probably the first one. Whatever hallucination that had come into his mind when he saw me, caused this, which he'd obviously be enjoying my pain. I mean, I'd love to rip my brother's faces out. Though I can't sadly, as I look into his eyes, they seem almost distant, like they don't know what they're doing and he's become a robot. Most likely he has, and I don't feel the least bit sorry. If I were to win, I'd have to end his life, make his heart stop beating, make his world silent. So, I swung again.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 17:34:27 GMT -7
ミCameron Blindsミ His eyes' connected with her, and he saw the pain her eyes. She seemed to be confident about winning. Hah. That made the tribute from eleven laugh, she wasn't going to win. Cameron would be surprised if she even got close. A grin had spread on his face, and he looked into his sister's eyes deeply. Almost boiling into them, like his sister deserved it.
Everyone deserves it. Everyone in this whole god damn world deserves to die, he didn't feel the least bit bitter about attacking his sister. Why? Because that's how life works. They sent in multiple pairs of siblings, and it sometimes came to the point where one of them died. So really, killing your sibling was starting to become a normal thing in Panem. Which was why he was in this situation.
He swung. (Cameron attacks her left thigh)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 17:43:09 GMT -7
✿Basil Emmerson✿ I didn't realize how much I was doing damage until now, he was starting to falter, getting weaker and weaker attacks. Which in my case was a good thing. I inspect him, and what he does. He goes for the same exact spot each time, almost hoping as if I were just to fall from the amount of blood loss from that area. And to be honest, I most likely am. I see that his eyes are boiling with anger, and I can't help but wonder why. He seems to be angry, not at me, well, kind of, but he seems to be angry at someone or something. I don't even know why or care why. That's his personal life, and I'm not Caesar so I'm not going to be walking around asking people about their life stories. I don't even care anymore, and I swing.
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I'm fine, I'm fine... I'm totally fine, I'm not dying.. I'm fine.. I think to myself as my sist--- No, it's not my sister. I snap out of my trance but it's too late, and I recognize it's not my sister, it's the fourteen year old girl from district five. I can't even believe myself. I attacked a young girl, and as I look at her right now, she seems half scared to death. I feel horrible, both literally and in my thoughts. I attacked a fourteen year old girl, she doesn't even deserve to be in these games. She even volunteered if I'm correct. I didn't have that kind of confidence, once I was reaped, I was pretty much screwed. I believe it, I thought it, and now, I know it. I feel like as if I just witnessed a horror movie, and I just did, it's called The Hunger Games. The worst movie to ever be in or see. I hate myself now, and since I attacked such a young girl I feel as if I deserve it. I look up at the sky as my knee's start to buckle and I fall onto my back. The blood flows unconditionally now, and I can't even stop it. I feel guilty now. I killed three tributes, and attacked two. I turned into a heart-felt killer, and I feel horrible for it. I'm disgusted in myself, and I can't even take the thought of the lives I've wasted. Even that career I killed, the male from one. I mean, sure, he somewhat deserved it. But I deserve it more for even thinking that he deserves it. I look up at the girl, and my eyes soften. The only thing that I think of is that she's a warrior. I open my lips, only to softly speak out as if I'm telling a secret. But it's not a secret, it's a thanks. "...Thank you, I'm.. I'm sorry for attacking you."
All I can say is that I miss everyone. I miss my home, I miss my family, I miss everyone. I feel like a little kid, crawling up into a corner and turning into a ball to die. I'm scared. I'm shaking, I'm crying. I don't even know why but the tears just flow out of me. I am almost relieved to be dying. Even if I am at the end of my line, and I'm at the end of my life I am just happy I am going to die. I don't want to live. At least with the brain tumor. I look up at the sky, the dome, the infinite space surrounding me and I start to sob. It sounds horrid, and looks horrid. The sight of blood coming out of my mouth in splatters sound disgusting to even me. Though I don't care anymore. It's official that I'm dying, it's just a matter of time and my heart beats. As I start to fade out, I start to look around expecting me to come out of a dream. Though I don't. It scares me. I don't want to die yet I'm laying here right now, blood draining out of me as my death calls. Anyone watching can tell, and I feel bad for it. I look up at the girl in front of me, and I slither my arms out of my backpack. I speak out, looking at her with my fearful eyes. "Take this, please." I speak out so slowly, and softly it almost mute. She speaks back to me, as a tear falls out of her eye too, and her voice is so calming I close my eyes and calm down at the sound of it. "I will, not just because you told me to, because I care about you. I love you, like every other tribute in this arena and I wish they would all live too." I nod, and place my hand gingerly on her face. I wipe away a strand of hair and a gasp escapes from my mouth. My time is near, and I try to speak out before my death arrives. "I'm sorr--" My voice falters before I can finish. I look up at the sky, and enter the doors of hell.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 19:28:20 GMT -7
✿Basil Emmerson✿ I didn't realize what I was doing until the boy from eleven had spoke to me, he seemed like he just snapped out of a trance, and it hit me. The tracker jackers, they caused powerful hallucinations and that was probably why he attacked. I look down at him now, and I suddenly realize... I'm a murderer. I killed someone. I actually participated in this sick and twisted game. I look down at the male and I hear him faintly say something, he said thank you.
I can't help myself but look at him in confusion. He wanted to die? Or was he just thanking me for ending his life, so he didn't have to get farther in the games to hope he will win? I'd think so. My breath quickens as I look at this boy that had a brain tumor die before me. I feel so heartless now, I killed him and he was going to die eventually from it. I stare down at the ground, almost shaming myself. I see him wiggle his arms, and he has a backpack. He tells me to take it, and I do, but I speak to him.
"I will, not just because you told me to, because I care about you. I love you, like every other tribute in this arena and I wish they would all live too." I rest my eyes on him, and my first tear falls out. I feel so horrible for killing him, and as his breath quickens and a loud gasp filled my ear, I know his time is near. He reaches up and touches my face, and I sit there, allowing him to. Not in any kind of a romantic way, I just want him to die peacefully. It seems like he was trying to say something, but he was cut off by the sound of a cannon and his chest stopped moving. He was dead.
I felt horrible, and I promise myself that in his honor, that I would win.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 11:46:02 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
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Two Days of Food One Day of Water
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 13:21:46 GMT -7
✿Basil Emmerson✿ I look up into the sky as another tear had fallen down my face. As the cannon had finished ringing throughout the arena, I focused my eyes onto the boy in front of me. He wasn't breathing anymore, and because of me. I don't even know how horrible it felt to describe this. I am confused how the careers do all this killing without even feeling the slightest bit of guilt. Looking at the spear in his hand, I decide to clip it onto my backpack so I have something to throw in case needed. As I look up at the sky, a ringing fills my ears. Three echos of it, or is it just one? I look around until I see three sponsors floating towards me. At first I brighten, thinking that it's medicine to help me, but it's not. Though what I got is equally fine too. As I open them, there's enough water for one day and enough food for two. I gulp down the food and water, feeling slightly replenished and I look around. There is still blood leaking out of my body, but I don't care. I'm fed and quenched. That's all I care about now.
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Post by Eileen on Dec 12, 2014 14:29:23 GMT -7
**PARACHUTE FOR @basil** 1 Vial +8 HP
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 15:57:09 GMT -7
✿Basil Emmerson✿ Just as I'm about to leave, another ringing sound had filled my eyes. I sigh, I know that they're impressed about me killing someone and all, but I gotta get a move on. As I open it with a little bit of attitude, it seems to be a vial. It looks like the one Matthias got earlier, but I don't know what it does. So, I open the cork. The cork had made a small pop sound as I unscrewed it. As I look around, I feel as if this may or may not be a trap. Though these are my sponsors, they're trustworthy enough. Or I hope so. Lifting the vial up, I start to drink it. It flows down my throat, and I oddly felt better. I don't know why, but I just felt a wave of energy flow into me. For now I just stand here, waiting and looking for something to happen.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 10:28:07 GMT -7
doing infection cuz i keep forgetting to AfgSLsvpinfectioninfection
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 8:38:00 GMT -7
SIRI"The difference between want and need is self control"
You only needed to roll once. Basil was not infected.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2014 13:41:04 GMT -7
I don't really know what to do at this point, I'm pretty confused on who am, where I am, what I'm supposed to be doing, I just don't know. I'm confused. And I don't like it. I can't help it though and all I know is that I just killed someone. An innocent human being, I killed them, and they didn't deserve it.
The thought kills me, and I don't really know why it hadn't even occurred to me before I had killed him. Most people wouldn't mourn over a dead tribute if they had killed them this long, but, I'm not like them. I care about the beating hearts inside the arena and I don't want any of them to die. Especially by my hands. I do want to win, I want to live through these sick and twisted games but I don't want to kill to live through it. I don't want to kill. Killing is what the capitol wants you to do, makes you do, hallucinates you for their own entertainment.
I don't care if I seem like a weakling.
I just don't want them to change me
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2014 5:54:21 GMT -7
I feel like I have no chance at all. I mean, I'm the only girl left and I have absolutely no idea where Matthias is! I mean, sure, it's good to be alone but I don't want to be found in the path of the tribute from two who seems to be unstoppable. I'm alone and afraid. Why? I am in the final five of the Hunger Games and I have no idea if I have an equal chance to win. I'm a girl against four other males, and two of them seem pretty bloodthirsty if you ask me. I want to go home, though. I want to go home but I don't want to kill any more people. The thought of it scares me and I don't want to take that chance. What if Matthias dies? He's the only one in the arena that I seem to care for, almost even the only one I love. It's more fair for him to go home, I mean, he has more people at home cares about him than me. So why should I go home? No absolute reason, my family is a disgrace to me, and I could care less about them. I grumble at my thoughts and take out the few berries I had gathered in the forest. I hoped personally that they were good, but who knows? Taking a bite of the berries, I drink from the water that I had gotten from a sponsor too.
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Calem was tired of waiting, and he imagined that the Gamemakers, Capitol citizens, and President Snow were too. It was down to the final four now; he had heard a canon go off earlier. He almost hoped it was the Career that he had met and attacked in the forest--before it burnt down, that is. It probably wasn't, though, since the Games didn't usually play to anyone's favor, other than maybe the Careers. Even so, the Careers didn't seem to do too well this time around.
The boy just wanted these horrible Games to end. It was truly disgusting how the Capitol had decided to call these sick things "games". Games were what children would play at school. Games were what he and Ariadne had played in the woods together. Games were what he had played with Trevor when he was little. What Calem was in right now was not a game. It was murder.
But, sadly, the District 7 tribute would have to play along. Even as children, everyone playing wanted to win the games. Nobody wanted to lose. Not even Calem. Not when he picked up his axe and bag and began walking along the edge of the volcano. Not when he spotted the girl. The poor girl who had been thrust unfairly into the Games, just like he and all the other tributes had been. She looked young and small, but there must be some reason she made it this far. Some reason he didn't want to find out, because he still didn't want to lose. He didn't plan on it either, as he ran towards her with his axe raised to swing at her weapon arm, making sure to squeeze the poison attachment that had been sponsored to his deceased partner.
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Basil Emmerson's Theme Song (1) Basil Emmerson's Theme Song (2) Basil Emmerson's Theme Song (3)
As I looked up at the calm skies I can't help but let out a whimper that turns into a large sob. The games are changing me. I used to be innocent. I used to be a bubbly, happy girl that didn't care about what others thought about me. I used to be a warrior. I used to be many things, but definitely not a murderer. I had never thought of myself as a murderer, but now, I can't even look at myself without thinking of the single word. Is it a bad thing? A bad thing that the capitol had accomplished their goal of changing innocent children into cold blooded killers? It is, but I can't believe that someone like me would fall into their trap. Their trap to make you kill for your life. Something that I don't believe is right.
Maybe it is a good thing. A good thing that I have been able to live this far, and only from killing one person. More than anyone else that died in the bloodbath. More than a lot of people. I feel disgusted, yet I feel accomplished at myself at the exact same time. I stare at the sky as I recognize that they changed me. They changed me into a cold blooded killer and I even admitted it. I feel like this is supposed to be some kind of moment where the capitol is cheering at my tears. I know that it's all an act. Everything is a f*cking act. This whole-- this whole damn game is an act. An act that we have to kill people, and the curtain never closes. It never does. The games are going to never close. They wont. They won't allow it. As I raise my fist to the sky, it's shaking, I don't know why, but it's shaking and I figure out that it's from anger.
Something that I rarely felt at home is now found in my fist. My first that holds blood, my blood, my blood that would soon be spilled. I bring my fist down as it trembles, and I stare at it. I stare at my hand that still contains it's blood and sanity. And soon, it's not just my fist trembling. The trembling starts to travel through my body, slithering slowly like a snake. It fills me like a balloon or a glass of water and I just can't stop it. And I'm scared. I'm scared and angry for my death that will definitely be soon. And I am proud. I am proud of myself, that I have gotten to the final four and angry by the fact I killed someone to do it. I am in the final four. The last three tributes until one gets crowned and goes home. Obviously in my case, it won't be me.
I mean, it's completely impossible for me to get any farther at this point. Everybody knows it. Maybe they let me survive this far just to get my hopes up and to crush them completely so I can die quick and fast, without any hesitation. I have a feeling that is the reason why. And when I have a feeling, I'm always right.
The sudden footsteps that are pounding on the stone-like ground that I stand on startles me and I know that the approaching tribute is not Matthias. These feet, they feel like they're heavier and larger. He would be more hesitant and silent, and this, this is not the boy from ten that I have fell in love with.
Yes. I have fallen in love with him because he is all that I wish I am anymore. I wish that I am kind, I wish that I am careful and I wish I was still innocent. All of those possibilities seem extinct to me now. Maybe I'm insane. That's it, right? I am insane. Totally. Who else would approach me with such eager moves? It's Matthias. My brain tells me that it is. But the sudden axe that had cut her arm holding her machete would like to disagree.
The blood started to pour out. Slowly at first, almost like the first hill of a roller-coaster. The slow climb upwards creating a hint of suspicion and anxiety. Then as it descends the first hill, it's almost like the speed of light. That's how I would describe the millions of drops of blood dripping down my arm. I let out a large scream as I never expected something to hurt so much. I had been cut recently before, but that was minor, now it feels like I had just gotten killed. And pretty much, I just had. The cut was deep. Deeper than I could ever imagine and it hurt. It hurt so much and I wanted it to stop but it won't and it just cant. I want to make it stop. Make it stop, please make it stop! My body screams at me. I want to, but I just can't.
As I do stand up, I glare at the boy that had attacked me. He was obviously older than me. But that didn't matter. He was from seven, and as I could tell from the huge-ass cut on my arm, he was experienced with an axe. I scream, in pain and in anger. Of course I was expecting my death to be soon, but of course not right after I had been thinking about it. I want to run. My first instinct is to. But I can't. I can't run because he could easily follow me. I don't want to just let him kill me either. I want to go down in a fight, and this is the actual chance to.
I stare into his brown eyes. They're pained. I can tell. It must have been because of the girl from seven, the two were probably close. Though they're glassy. Like they're in a trance. I know that I shouldn't say anything or really make any kind of social contact with the boy because I know that'd just make it worse. Though the blood is pouring out fast, and I can't do anything before I drop down to the floor.
I scream. I scream as loud as I can because I don't care anymore because I am going to die. I know I am going to die and it's going to be right now. I feel like I am being stabbed a million times, over and over again, almost like they have no care about me. I don't even understand how I got so far for me to die so quickly. I let out a chuckle at that. Of course, I mean, the boy from eleven was just an appetizer. The boy from seven is the main course. Of course the Hunger Games is a fancy restaurant, I mean, why else would it NOT? I think to myself earning a chuckle. Maybe when you die in the Hunger Games, you return to your sane self. Almost like a drunk man becoming sober, it's so instant you can't even tell. Though at the Hunger Games, a five star family-rated restaurant, they serve the absolute BEST death servings.
That's what I got, obviously, I mean, why else would I not? It's got the best ratings ever and I've heard that they're top-notch and worth to die for. I look up at the sky as I rest there waiting for my death to arrive. It feels like I've been waiting years for it. But, as I snap back into reality I recognize that I am dying. My order is coming very soon, I don't know when, but soon. I look up at the sky. The sky of an arena that is located on such a beautiful island. I hate that they use such beautiful areas for the arena's, but that doesn't matter as my time here is done.
I look at the boy from seven. My eyes boiling into his eyes, almost demanding that he do as I tell him as my dying wish. Taking the charm bracelet that I had from home that Matthias had recognized by now, I shove it in the boys hand. "P-P-Please, g-g-give this to Matthias." I tell him, with my pleading eyes boiling into his own. Though my demands are cut short. I am happy, why am I happy? Because my order had arrived. Death, coming up!
And I was of no more.
Basil Emmerson, District Five Female, is dead.
Her inventory is with her, and she has given Calem her token from home to give to Matthias. A sign that she has died.
Special Thanks<3 Oh my god, I don't even know how to describe how much I am in tears. Basil, you are a f*cking daffodil and you lasted until the final four, you're f*cking amazing. I made you and sent you into the games just so I can play you and I just did it to guess that you'd be one of the first few to die, but I was oh so wrong, you got FOURTH PLACE. I am proud of you, you're my favorite character ever and words can not describe you.
Rebecca. I thank you SO much for having Matthias be Basil's ally, it was so much fun and it was so cute having the two go on adventures together throughout the arena. Even though they got split up in the end, I had so much fun, and it wouldn't of have been as much as fun without you. #Bath will live on!
Eileen. You are the best, I mean, I turned into a f*cking hoarder with sponsors and when I wanted something, I made you get it for me. I love you for sponsoring Basil all those times, because to be quite honest, it was hella fun. Again, thank you for being an amazing sponsor and thank you for having such an AMAZING games!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2015 23:33:17 GMT -7
The girl screamed as his axe sliced into her arm. The scream was and pained and ear-splitting and frigorific. This stopped Calem in his tracks, turned his blood cold, prevented him from hitting her again. What... What did I just do? The blood rushed out almost instantly. So. Much. Blood. Calem took a step back as the blood poured out, stunned. How could he do so much in just one hit? The District 10 boy...his blood had gushed out like this.
The young girl then stood up and stared straight into his eyes. The ferocity behind them burned a permanent image into his mind. It reminded him of when he found Ariadne's body leaned against a tree. Would her eyes have housed such fierceness if she was still alive when he found her? Would she have hated him as much as this girl probably did now? He was or would be the cause of both of their deaths. Calem couldn't help but wonder if the girl could see the pain in his glassy eyes as he thought about what he just did and had done before. The helmet's visor was down, but she seemed to be staring right into them. Someone couldn't just shoot such a furious glare if they weren't sure his eyes where.
She fell again, breaking their brief moment of connection, and let out another scream. Looked up to the sky, then looked back to Calem with the same intensity as before. The boy was rooted to the spot. He couldn't finish her off quickly, and he couldn't flee. He was stuck. The girl's fiery gaze froze him. She then reached to her arm and shoved something into his palm. His fingers closed tightly around it, and, after a few seconds, he flipped his hand over and slowly opened his fingers to reveal the object. A charm bracelet--and a dying wish: "P-P-Please, g-g-give this to Matthias." I don't know who he is! Calem wanted to yell, but the girl's eyes softened as they stared into his. Softened into a plea. She was going to make him try to fulfill her wish. A promise he had made to a friend caused him to kill this girl. If he could keep promises to one dead girl, he could keep one for another. "Okay," however simple and dumb-sounding, was all he could manage to get out before the last breath escaped the girl's body.
He was told to never hurt a girl. They were fragile and delicate and needed to be protected. Calem had failed twice now. This time was on purpose, though. He had weighed getting home and his own life over his father's words and this girl's life. The Games sure changed people. No matter how much they don't want to change. No matter how much fighting to stay true to themselves they do. They will always be changed somehow.
Calem gently lifted the girl's body to take off her backpack. Even with the possible benefits of its largeness and the items it might contain, he hated removing it. It felt like he was invading her personal space by touching her, if even for just a few moments. He winced as he let her body fall back to the ground with a soft thud. She had the machete that had fallen to the floor, a spear hooked to the pack, one bag of food, and two empty food and water containers--one of each. The bag was so big on the inside that Calem found it could hold all of his and the girl's items with room to spare. He hooked the machete on the outside, next to the spear, and was about to leave his old, smaller bag when he felt something roll around inside the thought-to-be emptiness of it. He reached in and pulled a small and round item out. It was the token he had brought from home: the tiny wooden heart that he had carved for his mother when he was young, and he had forgotten about it until now. When he first got his pack and looked at all the items it contained, he had dropped it in there, for some reason, instead of leaving it in one of his pockets. Calem looked back to the girl's body. She had given him her token, so he will give her his.
Finally finished, Calem straightened up and glanced up to the skies, looking for the hovercraft that would retrieve the girl's body. It then crossed his mind that the action was feckless, because he was still too close to her body. He stepped away and turned around. He walked. He didn't look back. Before, there were trees to obscure his view if he happened to glance behind him, but now there was nothing separating him from the girl but air. It saddened him that he still didn't know her name, nor the name of the boy that he and Ariadne had found in the forest. Or the name of the Career he had faced earlier, for that matter. He only knew Ariadne, and now this Matthias that he needed to find and deliver the bracelet to.
Summary: Kills Basil Emmerson, female tribute from District 5. ;-; Is given her bracelet, makes a promise to fulfill her dying wish. Dx Takes her bag and deposits all of his and her items into it. Leaves his own token with her body. Walks away and begins his search for Matthias. Oh dear, the feels go beyond the death. HP: 18/31 Equipped: Axe (+2), poison attachment (+4 when squeezed; 8/10 uses left), and armor (-4 damage received) Inventory (3/5 clips used, 14/30 items): Bow & 8 Arrows (+2), Machete (+4), Spear (+2); 2 canteens of water, 1 unit of food, 1 empty food bag, 1 empty water container, fishing rod, duct tape, lighter, 6x6 ft. tarp, cloth blanket, flashlight, compass, golden spile, charm bracelet (I'm not exactly sure what was in her inventory, but I looked around and found some things. He leaves the berries + leaves there because he does not trust them, and the splint because I didn't look hard enough to see if she still had it on or not lol) WC: 862
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Post by Matthias Jensen on Jan 6, 2015 18:54:31 GMT -7
The boom of a canon reverberated through the dead forest around him. Matthias could not only hear it, but feel it in his entire being. The sound threatened to disorient him completely from his path, which was only shakily toward Basil's scream. "Basil!" he yelled out instinctively, as if that would help. He was still running through the ashen forest, but he could see thinning up ahead. He pushed himself harder, running faster to get to her.
No. Nononono. Maybe that canon was the sound of Basil killing whatever or whoever had attacked her. Matthias had never seen her in battle, because they had been lucky enough to avoid tributes for the most part, but he guessed she was quick. Deadly, even. She did have a weapon too, a machete. He had been there in the tree when she got it, moments before everything had started to go wrong. But she had it, and if someone attacked her, she could win, couldn't she?
He broke through the forest and onto the open, exposed side of the volcano that he hadn't seen since day one. He stood blinking in the new light, the openness he wasn't used to anymore, as he tried to pinpoint where she had gone. To his left, the arm of a hovercraft reached down to the ground and he turned just in time to see it pluck up a small form. As it raised, bright yellow curls caught the sunlight. They were beautiful and perfect, even from this distance, and he knew without a doubt who they belonged to.
"Basil!" Matthias shouted again, but this time his voice was only full of hopelessness and pain. He pushed his feet forward again, running toward the spot the hovercraft had lifted her from. He was far too late by the time he reached the spot though, and the hovercraft was already zooming off. All that was left of the place that she had been was a backpack, lying seemingly empty on the ground, and blood. Thick, red blood that stained ground and slid along gray rocks, its scent pervading the air.
He hadn't even gotten to say goodbye, and now she was gone. He never should have left her, should have started looking for her first before starting that stupid fire. Standing there, Matthias tried to understand his feelings for his now-dead ally in this arena. No one he had ever met had been like she had, somehow happy and friendly and free in the midst of the chaos and danger of the Games. She trusted him, had given him joy here. He remembered how she had called out to him when they ran from the mutation, and then her quiet but sincere happiness when they found each other again afterwards. He remembered how she had said once that she hadn't ever gotten the chance to enjoy her childhood, and wanted to now before she died. She was the kind of friend Matthias had craved constantly since he lost his hearing, but never found. She was someone he thought he loved. She was...
Gone.
Even though Matthias could tell at first glance that the pack lying next to the blood wasn't the same one Basil had received from her sponsors, he went toward it anyway. Carefully, so as to avoid the blood, he knelt next to it. Matthias turned it inside and out, feeling along the ridges of the backpack and shaking it. Nothing of hers remained. Nothing at all remained in it, actually. But, although empty, he wanted to keep it. He stuffed his helmetn into the bag and slipped it onto his back. It was something. All that was left was Basil's blood. The smell of it threatened to make him gag and he half fell backwards into a standing position, taking a few stumbling steps back.
Breathing, in and out, Matthias knew that his only next logical move was to kill whoever killed Basil. He tried to push down the sadness inside him, and replace it with anger. He had been ready to fight when he had been running toward her, but her death had deflated some of that. He was too late, again. The only thing to do was kill her killer, and win. There were only three of them left. Somehow, he'd made it this far, and he didn't have to really ask how. He'd made it this far because of Basil, who gave him hope, and his sponsors, who somehow cared about him too.
Matthias went in the opposite direction he had come in from, since he hadn't run into her killer on the way in. He jogged, and because of the open space, it wasn't long before he spotted a retreating figure. From the back of him, Matthias couldn't tell who it was, or how big he was. He could see the full bag though, weapons gleaming off its attachments. He had a knife, so small in comparison. But it didn't matter. There was nowhere to hide and sneak up on the other tribute with, and so far away he couldn't remember who it was later. Even with his invisibility cloak, using his knife would surely give away his position anyway. This person ahead had to be the killer, and Matthias wanted to kill him now, wanted it in a way he couldn't describe. Wanted it in a way he hadn't ever felt before.
Seeing that figure, walking so calmly away, was enough to make the smart boy from District 10, who was best at hiding and drawing, do something stupid. He ran at the boy, with the knife in his hand. And he stabbed.
Matthias attacks Calem's left side: JIOGQJUc2damage (+1 from knife)
HP: 28 Inventory: Equipped: 1 small knife (+1), 1 heat and fire resistant set of armor, 1 backpack Unequipped: 1 sponsor drawing, Invisibility Cloak WC: 951 Notes/Actions: Matthias mourns, takes Calem's old backpack, and attacks Calem. I changed what Matthias did toward Calem like 60 different times, but I figured if anything was going to make the boy do something incredibly stupid, it would be this.2damage
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