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[gianna-sutton-blog]

Hunt the Hunter || Colton, Gianna & Mena

Gianna woke earlier than either of her allies. The first and most obvious observation she made was that Colton’s companion had gone. It would probably upset him that the pup had abandoned him... She gave him a nudge with her foot to wake him up.

“Wolf’s gone,”she told him as he rubbed his face and grumbled. Gianna rolled her eyes and stood up to go wake Mena. She seemed to be doing a pretty good job of waking herself though. “We should probably get moving soon...” She trailed off, her ears picking up the low rumbling noise behind the counter. 

A full-grown wolf jumped out from behind the counter, snarling and moving towards them as if stalking prey. Gianna shook her head. It couldn’t be... It wasn’t Hunter, was it? But he was a wolf made for the Games, anything was possible. 

Gianna quickly sprung into action. This was no time to gawk. “You guys might want to hurry up and wake up. I think Hunter wants to avenge his parents.” 

She grabbed her pack and pulled her knives from it, sliding one across the ground to Mena so she had a weapon and be potentially useful. She moved around the wolf with care to create a triangle of tributes around it, divide it’s attention between them. 

Surprisingly, it seemed to work for a moment, as the wolf paced in circles being unable to settle on which one to pick off. That changed quickly when it suddenly leaped towards Colton. 

[rowan-emerson]

The Road We Travel || Arena Day 2 || Gvenna & Rowan

“You’re weak, girl. Weak and stupid. And you’re going to die soon.”

I jolted awake, my heart pounding and my blood rushing in my ears. It takes me a minute to regain my bearings, but as soon as I do, I realize that Gvenna is staring intently at me. Did I scream? It’d been years since my nightmares had evoked an external reaction, but there was always the chance my body betrayed me.

I’m not sure how long I was asleep and I wished not for the first time that there was a clock for us to refer to. The sky is still grey, but the rain has let up a bit, thankful. Standing, I brushed myself off and picked up my axe which had fallen off my lap during my nap. 

“I need to eat. Are you good for some hunting?”

[genesisroux-blog]

monster bash

For once, can I just live? Can I just fucking live, just this once? Does this monster messy bitch need to come back and try to kill me again, even after he threw me across the forest? I mean, I kind of love him for trampling Tybalt and shattering his leg bones (truly iconic, thanks bitch) but he fucked me up a little bit too, and that was not well received by God (me).

He’s kind of just holding me and my entire attitude right now is a pissed off question mark. Like is this bitch going to put me the fuck down? Is he going to try to snap my neck, only to reveal that I’m immortal and that shit can’t actually happen to me? I feel like he’s just wasting my time, and I don’t really need this right now, especially since a bitch just dragged another tribute. The Gamemakers should be appeased from that to be quite honest. I killed two bitches already, so why are they sending another hoe after me? Well, I mean they kind of do hate my ass, for whatever reason. Probably just jealous of every aspect of me, but whatever.

In this moment, I will ask myself: what would Jesus do? And since I’m on the same level as Jesus, I suppose I can also ask: what would Genesis do? And then I just do what a bitch usually does and everything works out perfectly because I’m a spiritual royal bitch.

I stab my knife into his forearm, receiving little reaction on his part. It’s unusual that I don’t have this much of an impact on somebody, but I guess it’ll be a sweeter victory in the end. I reinsert the knife, imagining that it feels simply like a pinprick to this wretched thing, so I decide to dig it around inside, pulling the knife back and forth, twisting it, and slashing through vessels and flesh. 

He remarks with a gruff, “Ow.” He drops me to the ground, a benign, yet troubling grin on his face. He lifts up his gigantic foot, the shadow casting itself over my head. Oh fuck no. Not today satan. My beautiful face will not meet an end like this. I roll out of the way as he stomps his foot onto the ground, narrowly missing me. The ground beneath his feet crumbles and shakes. In a swift motion, I drive Tybalt’s pitchfork into his foot, pushing it deep into the earth after it pierces through his flesh. I honestly have like zero idea how to even use this weapon, so I’ll just leave fuck him up to that extent with it. 

The colossus roars in annoyance, slowly ripping the pitchfork out of his foot and tossing it aside. Okay. Rude. His head and neck are like two feet above me, so I have absolutely no way of reaching him. Nice, that’s super helpful. Thanks.

So naturally I’ll use my natural finesse and beauty to defeat him. I take off into a brisk run, fast enough so that I won’t get trampled like Tybalt, and slow enough so that he still trails behind me at a close enough distance. I come to a tree and stop, turning around. Frankenskank doesn’t slow down, though. I sashay out of the way, and his reflexes aren’t quick enough for him to do so as well. He crashes into the tree, his head bouncing off. I notice a hairline crack in the tree’s base, and smirk as it begins to tip. Amazing. 

Frankenstein recuperates and sets his sits on me again. I strut over to the space in front of the falling tree, watching on with satisfaction as bitch follows in suit. He stomps in front of me, preparing to destroy me (hint: that isn’t possible, boo boo). There’s a noise behind him, the crack of a tree, and I once again sashay out of the way, leaving the tree to collapse atop Frankie, smashing into his head and pinning him to the ground. 

Oh my god. Oh. My. God. He’s still not fucking dead. What the fuck? I think I’ve done enough. But apparently not because he’s still breathing. His ugly ass is still on this earth. Why? He begins to struggle under the weight of the tree, and I know that soon he’ll be up and ready to drag. Yeah, no. That will not be happening. 

I approach his body and begin to saw at his neck with my knife. Nasty. I should not have to do this right now. I slice through it deep enough to ensure that this bitch is most definitely dead. 

I gather my things and walk away from my masterpiece, stepping onto a path (6). I don’t have any time or need to be out in this disgusting weather. I either deserve sunshine, or the indoors. 

[ghuerifuhgugdfdgj]

They Live || Day 2 Arena || Rowan & Gvenna

There is no sun to greet us in the morning. Instead, a light rain taps me awake, gently prying open my eyes and reminding me of the deadly arena. Of course, that’s not the only thing I’m reminded of. I also wake to the sight of Rowan sleeping next to me. She’s very, very pretty--and very, very close. 

I bolt upright, hands flying to my chest as to keep them to myself. Every muscle in my body yells in protest. I nearly yelp in surprise at such soreness, but I clamp my tongue between my teeth, wincing at tender limbs. Damn running.

As I bite back any further hissing, I try to shake away the sleep from my head. Scan the area. Squint through my discomfort. And then, catch a glimpse of what may be a set of ghoulish eyes, peering through dampened trees. I can’t be sure though. It may have just been a trick. But all the same, I immediately hiss out:

“Rowan-- Rowan wake-- there’s-- bush. Eyes.”

[theabsolutvictor-blog]

rightward // os

The feeling of wetness wakens me from my peaceful slumber. Eyelashes fluttering, I am extremely disgusting and annoyed to find that it has started raining. Fortunately, it must have just started so I didn’t just sleep through an entire storm, but I’m still damp. Getting up and grabbing my things, I start towards the exit of the graveyard when I notice that the gates are starting to close.

“Shit.”

Digging my feet into the somewhat soggy ground, I kick off and start sprinting towards the gate, running at the slowly closing metal as fast as I can. For a second, I genuinely think that I’m not going to make it. However, when I reach the gate and slip through right before they close with a loud banging sound, I sigh in relief. That would have been extremely annoying to have to try and climb over the fence. I mean, I’m sure I could have done it, but still, annoying.

Tossing any thoughts about the cemetery and what had happened there behind me for now, I continue walking along the path that’s to the right of the cemetery (until I reach intersection 4).

[casey-carmen-blog]

The Blood Sucking Brady Bunch! || OS

“Naughty naughty, nobody likes a thief...”

Hearing these words I immediately snap out of my dream, desperately trying to locate the origin of the sound. Seeing no one after inspection I try to make a run for it but unfortunately instead of the front door I find a beautiful woman, dressed in all white, blocking my way out. She stares intently into my soul. My goddamn soul ok. By the looks her and the obvious signs of the arena she must be a vampire mutt, a creature that is neither alive nor dead. Kinda like me except without the blood lust.

I need make like The Exorcist and get the hell outta here.

I pull out my sword and draw it haphazardly in front of me, trying to create distance. The female figure throws back her head and cackles dramatically at my inexperience. “Little girls shouldn’t play with such big knives...”

“You’re right,” I spit out. I quickly pull out the wooden stake hidden in my boot and smile, “Hows about this one then?” 

Her smile vanishes at the sight of the weapon, growing hostile by the second. She hisses while unhinging her jaw and reveals these macabre fangs that reach past her shoulder. Without warning she lunges at me, her fangs aimed at my neck. I luckily tilt up my sword at just the right moment and slice open her stomach. The woman screams in pain as she sprouts wings and flies into the air. Now this is real bullshit here ok.

“You will not be leaving this house!” She shouts.

“youwillnotbeleavingthishouse,” I imitate in a higher pitched mocking tone.

She raises her brow in confusion, “What are you doing?”

“whatareyoudoing,”

“Stop that you silly little girl, this is my domain!”

“stopthatyousillylittlegirlthisismydomain.”

If there was one thing I knew how to do most in this world, it was how to piss someone off. She bites my taunt and flies towards me again in rage, this time effectively picking me off the ground and tossing me like a rag doll through the large stained glass. We clash into the window and tumble to the floor on the outside, loosing my sword and pack while scraping up my thighs in the process. 

The woman laughs again seeing the small droplets of blood on my legs, “I hope you enjoyed that,” She finishes showing off her fangs again and taking flight towards me. She was fast, but I needed to be faster. Just as she latches on to my leather jacket with her claws I bring up the stake and slam it into her chest in one motion. My guess is towards the heart because her eyes light up on impact. The woman's eyes shift back to a normal human shade and the rest of her body tenses up and turns rigid. Slowly but surely her grip drops and her skin fades to solid bone. Before I could think her body turns into dust leaving no trace that she existed. 

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,” I sigh, assessing my shallow scrapes and bruises.

[dinalao-blog]

liquor lips > day 2 > os

I dream of Vodka’s fingers around my throat.

Groaning as I pull myself out of a nest of blankets, I touch my neck gingerly. There is no bruising or tenderness as my mind would lead me to believe. A sigh of relief escapes my lips, and I try to shake the feeling the dream leaves. I push it from my mind; I am not afraid of him.

This is what I tell myself, anyway.

Folding the little blanket and putting on my dried clothes, I know that the many of the other tributes must have slept outside last night. I’m still warm from the dying fire, bones comforted by the small hut’s walls. I have to leave soon. I don’t want to, but I need to start moving.

As if reading my mind, I hear a snap. Whipping my head around, I see the wall behind my slump. The wooden boards lean down to the left, and than I hear another bump. And a crack. And than I’m standing, grabbing my things and booking out of the hut. I stumble on a rug, and a piece of wood smashes into my shoulder. I curse, propelling myself forward and out of the collapsing house.

Well, at least they didn’t light me on fire.

Looking back, the cabin continues to pile in on itself as if it is a living landslide. I stand in front of the structure, watching it visibly decay into a pit of logs and dust. My shoulder is sore from the escapade, red from abrasion, but it’s a blessing considering I’m not bleeding. Or dead. I shiver, the cool air outside meeting my cheeks. It’s much colder than inside that building, and it’s even damp from a night rain.

I tug the shawl up and over my mouth, keeping warm as I start walking. It’s quieter than the day before, no loud footsteps and rustling in the leaves. Yet, anyway. I follow the path that I came, with no sign of other tributes so far. From the bloodbath yesterday, I’m not that surprised I haven’t run into anyone yet. There’s less than half of us left, from what I gathered from the anthem the previous night.

I halt in my step when thinking about it, gritting my teeth, remembering Vodka’s damn note in Eleven’s blood. Somehow, I think that it’s going to be a pattern.

And what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t respond?

Continuing on, I focus on being quiet and figuring out where all of these paths lead. I turn left, away from the bloodbath graveyard, and start down the path I haven’t explored yet [11].

Not far into my expedition, lo and behold, is a small shelter that isn't that well hidden. The girl from Three is curled inside, her dark hair shrouding her face. I draw near, sword in hand, and crouch down to eye level. She’s leaning on a tree, fast asleep.

It would be so easy to just decapitate her.

But I don’t. It wouldn’t be much of a victory, and I’m not exactly in the mood to get my sword dirtied up again. I rise and eye the girl again, leaving as quietly as I came. The path split into another two, but I turn left again and continue down [10]. It’s still quiet, but I keep weapon in hand just in case. Who fucking knows.

[casey-carmen-blog]

Location: in the d

Items: tetrodotoxin, sword, nails, frying pan, pack

Injuries: a shit ton

Notable Events: killed the gingers

[theabsolutvictor-blog]

when u dont know what to write for your title so u just write the first thing that comes to mind after u finish this sentence: Sharpay Evans is a stone cold bitch.  // os

“Ew.” I mutter to myself as I drag the boy’s body out of the stables by his feet. His body slides along the ground, bringing with it a trail of blood, but no matter... this must be done. I refuse to sleep in a place with such an ugly, deformed body next to me. Besides, this means the Capitol won’t have to bother me in order to retrieve his body. So, with that in mind, I toss Genesis’ body out of the stables, clap my hands together, and return to the stables.

Returning inside, I gather my items as well as Genesis’ and sort out what I want and don’t want. Now that there’s barely anything in my pack, I toss the remains of his pack inside. Once that’s done, I toss away both his pack and his pitchfork. It was a useless weapon that I did not need. The knives, however, I liked, so I kept them on me.

Looking out into the sky above me, I wonder about Dina and her reaction when she sees the newest message I have left for her. Unfortunately, for her at least, I have seen no messages for me. Perhaps she was all talk and no action? It seems that way, at least. Oh, well. For now, I shall prepare myself for my future endeavors.

Who knows... maybe Dina will finally decide to give me a little honeymoon present for all my troubles?

[casey-carmen-blog]

Sometime Around Midnight||OS

I lay motionless in the shop, sighing in both pain and exhaustion. I somehow remain alive after the fight of my life but just barely. It feels like my entire body is on fire but as soon as I go to take off my jacket I feel the wetness of blood so I’m too scared to take it off. If anybody were watching that they’d know how bad I must feel right about now.

The night comes quicker than expected so I’m forced to fight through my pain and clean myself up. I do all the proper steps in tending my wounds I can remember and get situated for the long night ahead. 

I remember seeing Colton leave early so he is out there somewhere but honestly if he were to come back right now I’d just let him kill me. I am the epitome of weak in my current state.

I’m finding it hard to actually die.. Can’t tell if thats a good trait or a bad one?