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rightward // os

I went down some paths. I want to say I was almost swallowed by quicksand to make things more interesting, but nah, I wasn’t even close to being swallowed. I went down more paths until, finally... interesting things happened.

when u dont know what to write for ur 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

I killed Genesis and now my day is over. Hurray.

Status:

Location: Stables

Inventory: Backpack, scythe, halberd, 2 axes, crossbow, 4 bolts,skull, nails and teeth, Genesis’ pack and knives.

Allies: None

Injuries: Torso wounds (healing), Shoulder wound (healing)

Notable Events: I killed Genesis today.

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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?

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Leave it to the gamemakers to have so many possible trails and turns and forks in the road. Inside, I am very annoyed and honestly would love to punch someone, but on the outside I’m shaking my head like a father does when he watches his son fail to catch a baseball.

Doing the opposite of what I did earlier, I decide to take a left that eventually takes me to what looks like a small town. It’s ominous and suspiciously quiet... that is until I hear the sound of pigs squealing. Looking into the distance, I see a barn and stables. The squealing seems to be coming from there. Quietly, I make my way to the side of the barn and edge my way closer to the giant entrance. When I finally scoot myself close enough, I peep in and... dead pigs. Great. 

Ironically, what catches my attention aside from the brutally murdered pigs, is the silhouette of the boy from Eight walking out the other exit of the barn and into the stables. The moment I see this, my eyes widen, my tongue moistens my lips, and I start into the barn and towards the back exit. This is going to be fun.

rightward // os

You continue along the trail uninterrupted until you arrive at a three-way split in the road: Do you take the path to your immediate right (5), your second right (6) or bare left and enter a clearing where there looks to be some shelter from the rain?

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I continue walking until I am suddenly overcome by the strange feeling of my feet sinking into the earth. Glancing down, I see that, indeed, my feet are submerged in quicksand. Sighing out of aggravation, I look around me for something to grab onto. Alas, there is nothing in sight. 

However, there is solid ground up ahead.

Taking hold of my scythe, I extend my arm up and then slam it down, watching as the blade sinks into the safe ground a foot or so away. With a tight grip on the pole of the scythe, I manage to walk my way through the quicksand and onto land that isn’t quick or sandy. In the process, my shoes and parts of my pants got all dirty, but whatever, it’s better than dying.

Now that that’s over, I continue walking on the path and head right.

rightward // os

After taking a glance at both directions, I shrug my shoulders and continue on the left path.

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After taking a glance at both directions, I shrug my shoulders and continue on the left path.

rightward // os

You stand at a crossroads. Do you bear left or right?

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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).

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i live for this // os

Thought I might catch a hold of my dear wife, Dina, and catch up a little bit. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found in the cemetery. Sadness. I did, however, find some nice weapons that no one bothered to claim in the bloodbath. Plus, a little something extra...

controlling my bone(r)s // os

I was forced to fight some rather dirty looking skeleton mutts. Dina would have had a fit if she saw them just because of how much mud was caked on their bones. I took them down without a problem, and then, my prey decided to reveal herself soon after.

goodnight all // os

I found and killed the little piece of trash girl. She was a complete and utter joke. She didn’t even have any stuff to offer me once she died. A waste, was she. Whatever. After that, I got a halberd and a mini feast from sponsors. I honestly wasn’t all that surprised when I saw the halberd. I mean, like, hello? Obviously I would get something like this. Then, I went to sleep.

Status:

Location: Graveyard

Inventory: Backpack, scythe, halberd, 2 axes, crossbow, 4 bolts,skull, nails and teeth.

Allies: None

Injuries: None

Notable events: I took out the trash and got a soon-to-be blood coated halberd.

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goodnight all // os

I had just finished gathering all of my items when I hear the oh-so familiar beeping that meant that a sponsor gift was coming for me. Turning to greet my newest present, my eyes widen and my mouth forms an “O” shape. A simple package is not what floated down on a silver parachute, but a long, gleaming, beautiful, amazing... halberd.

I didn’t even wait for it to hit the ground. Rushing forward, I snatched the halberd out of the air and held it in front of me, admiring its beauty as the cool metal shimmered against the pale moonlight. Glancing over at the head of the trash I just picked up, I can’t help but smile.

“Thank you for sacrificing your life for the greater cause.” I said to the head before turning back and admiring my halberd. It was just like the ones I had practiced with back at home, only so much better. Holding it with both hands, I twirl it around to get used to it and, as I do so, I can’t help but think how much better it would look with a fresh coat of blood.

A few seconds later, something amazing happens again. Once more, I hear the familiar beep. This time, however, instead of a glorious weapon, it is a miniature feast. I had completely forgotten about eating and drinking until just now, actually, so this couldn’t have come at a better time. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*time passes~*~*~*~*~*~*

Once his meal is finished, Vodka packs both the parachute from the sponsor gift and the box the food came in inside his backpack. At that moment, the fallen starts to play in the sky and Vodka watches as, one by one, the tributes start to show their ugly faces. Three of the dead were killed by him and, when each of their faces pop up, an ugly smile spreads across his face. When it’s all over, Vodka shuffles over to a tombstone, makes sure the ground beneath is stable, and then leans against it, letting sleep overtake him with all of his weapons on his person just in case.

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controlling my bone(r)s // os

 Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a feeble figure cowering behind one of the tombstones. Slowly, with a wide smile on my face, I turn to face the tombstone. As I do, I see the figure, a girl, I now realize, flinch and try to seek further into the shadows. Well, I didn’t find Dina like I had wanted, but this pathetic piece of trash will have to do.

Right before I’m about to move on over and take out the trash, I hear an ominous rattling sound coming from behind me. Slowly, I turn my head to see the source of the noise. Then, in that very instant, I see a boney hand speeding towards me before my head has fully turned.

Is this it for me...?

Before the boney hand makes contact with the back of my head, I tilt my head to the side just in time as the hand speeds right into the empty space where my head used to be.

“Stupid.”

Grabbing the fleshless arm with my free hand, I yank forward so the skeleton comes tumbling forward. Then, with a firm grip, I swing the axe forward, watching with a smirk as it makes contact with the neck of the skeleton. It cuts through and, just like that, the skeleton drops to the ground, it’s cracked open skull rolling off the body and further into the graveyard. Looking back behind me, I see two more skeletons a fair distance away, watching me with their hollow, black sockets.

“Oooh, how spooky you two are! You make me want to celebrate halloween a little bit early!” I say as I bring my axe up and point it at them. Which one? Which one shall I break next? Suddenly, the one on the left leaps forward and starts running towards me as fast as it can. Well, that’s that.

Meeting the skeleton halfway, I run up to it and, as if it were a baseball bat, I swing the axe into his abdomen. Small pieces of bones go flying and I reel back and swing again, aiming at the same place once more. It stumbles backwards but, in the end, it continues towards me despite its entire middle section being nearly destroyed. Congrats, gamemakers, you sure do know how to make some mutts.

As it tries to come at me again, I let it get a little closer. Just as it reaches out to claw at me, I sidestep and deliver the final strike into its abdomen. Finally, the remaining bones shatter and the skeleton ends up collapsing on itself. Two down. Raising my head, I spot the last skeleton, still standing where it was earlier, and, with a grin, I sprint towards it, axe raised slightly at my side. This time, however, instead of aiming at the upper body, I aim for the legs. With a clean sweep, I slash at the skeleton but, unfortunately, it manages to dodge. I do it again, and once more, it dodges. Then, it comes for me.

Like the others, it tries to claw me, but like the others, I easily manage to avoid its assaults. What I didn’t expect, however, was for it to dodge one of my attacks and come at me, mouth open, with razor sharp teeth staring me in the face.

At the last second, I bring my axe up and slam the blade into the skeletons mouth so that it can no longer bite down. It tries to move its jaw, perhaps to bite through the axe, perhaps to break free. Either way, no one will ever know because before it can get the chance to strike again, I knock it to the ground and begin stomping on its skull until, finally, it breaks open. Looking down at the defeated mutts, I can’t help but stare at their teeth and their nails and how useful they could be... 

As quick as can be, I detach a few of the hands attached to the skeletons and a yank out a few of the teeth as well and place them in my backpack for now. Who knows, they might come in handy later. For now, however, I should focus on finding that little girl who was hiding behind the tombstones.

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i live for this // os

“Of course.”

Vodka rolled his eyes as he crumpled the piece of paper that had come down with his “reward.” Tossing it off to the side, Vodka picked up the crossbow and, immediately, turned on his heels and started sprinting back to the bloodbath. Since the bloodbath had ended, Vodka had not seen Dina. This meant she was either really good at hiding from him, or she had gone somewhere else in an attempt to avoid him. So... she either had to be still at the bloodbath or had gone off somewhere else. Either way, all roads led to the bloodbath, so with a sickening smirk, Vodka headed there as fast as he could.

Upon arriving, Vodka smirked at the sight of all of the bodies still strewn about the place with varying sizes of blood puddles surrounding their bodies. Upon quick inspection, Vodka found that Dina and the bolts that rightfully belonged to him were nowhere to be found. A slight curse started to escape his lips, but he stopped when he saw something beautiful: there were still weapons that had been unclaimed. 

An axe, a sword, and, most importantly, a scythe. 

His eyes lit up with glee at the sight of the last weapon and, with a spring in his step, he wandered over to the items one by one and collected them all. With each weapon that fell under his possession, Vodka slowly started to forget about why he had originally came here: to pay his beloved fiancé a little visit. At last, after his scavenging was done, Vodka moved further inside the graveyard, deciding to kill some time in the oh so spooky little place.

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vodka vekselberg's interview

Karina: And now, to start off our show, please give a warm welcome to Vodka Vekselberg of District One!

Vodka: *walks onto the stage, waving slightly as he is surrounded by the cries of all those in the audience*

Karina: Welcome, welcome, Vodka! May I just say, I can now say that I enjoy two types of vodka! The alcohol and the tribute! *turns her head to laugh with the audience*

Vodka: *desperately wants to say something about how air-headed and a bitch she is, but chooses not to* Thank you very much, Miss Karina! And might I say, you look absolutely ravishing tonight.

Karina: Oh, Vodka! You cheeky little thing!

Vodka: *laughs a little* Being cheeky is what I'm good at *winks to the audience*

Karina: That it is! Now, Vodka, tell us! What's it like knowing that you scored the highest Private Training score this year?

Vodka: Well, winning is a hobby of mine. When it's right, it's right.

Audience: *applause and cheers*

Karina: My, my! I bet you're used to winning back home in District One, I'll bet!

Vodka: Oh, yes. That's how I came to be here, after all. I won the little tournament they hold in the Academy to determine the male and female that will participate in the Games that year. I won, and so did Dina.

Karina: Ah, I'm glad you mentioned your District Partner! You see, Captiol Gossip has it that you two are... quite the item! Would you agree or disagree with this?

Vodka: No comment. *winks*

Karina: Oh, I see! *winks back and laughs with the audience*

Vodka: But anyway, I'm very excited to be here! Tonight is such a special night. *subtly pats pocket* I can't wait for all of this to play out.

Karina: Us either! We're very excited with all of the tributes we have this year! So many lookers, so many frontrunners, so much action to come! Now, Vodka, we have one more question before time is up. Tell us, how are you, personally, going to try and win this years Hunger Games?

Vodka: *cracks fingers* Well, Karina, that's simple. I'm going to go around the arena and murder as many people as I possibly can. It won't just be any murder, either. I know how much you folks in the Capitol love a show, so I fully intend to give you one!

Audience: *cheers and applause*

Karina: Thank you very much, Vodka! *turns to audience as Vodka gets up and walks away* Vodka Vekselberg of District One, everybody!

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Vodka Vekselberg’s Interview Outfit

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sp00py // os

“Oh my fucking god.” 

“I know, isn’t it such a good idea!?”

“It’s… um…”

“Say no more! You’re so struck by my idea that you’ve been rendered speechless!”

“Oh my fucking god.”

And here I thought, oh my god, this could not get any better. This entire experience could not get any better if God himself showed up and said “Vodka Vekselberg, would you please take my spot? I’ve grown awfully tired of being, you know, me.” Oh, it’s just gotten so much better. It’s even better than that.

I glanced off to the side towards the breakfast table. Dina, the poor girl, was sat with her face buried in her hands. It looked like she was trying to disappear into her flesh to escape this beautiful reality. Looking back to the fairy boy, I watched with a gigantic grin as he came back from wherever and dumped a vast amount of supplies on the table in front of Dina, scaring the shit out of her in the process.

“You two have to make your own costumes! Lucky for you, I have given you all the necessary tools. Plus, you already know what you’re going for!”

Walking over to the table, I picked up a large, white bedsheet that looked like it had been drug through the end of the world and back. It was dirty, useless, and horrendous.

“Here you go, princess.” I said as I tossed the sheet in her direction, hoping that it would smack her in the face. Unfortunately, she managed to dodge it and moved her head out of the way, causing the sheet to fall on the floor so it could collect more dust and grime. 

“Do you know what? Why don’t you just–” 

“No time, no time, no time! You both must get as busy as bees! Bzzt!”

If there was one thing that me and Dina both agreed on, it was that of all the people to be our escort, it had to be this walking pile of fruit.

“I’m going out for a bit. I’ll be back in an hour or so. I expect those costumes to be ready and polished when I get back. Toodles!”

With that, the boy and his flaming butt-hole walked out and it was just me and Dina. She was still sat at the table, staring daggers at me. No doubt she was contemplating murder right then and there. The thought made me chuckle out loud. As if she could get away with murdering me. After all, too many people like me. She’d never get away with it. Plus, there’s the fact that she’d never be able to defeat me.

“Let’s just get this over with. The faster we work the faster I can be done and away from your disgusting self.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet to me.”

“Drop dead.”

“K.”

After that, we got to work on our costumes. Time flew by like a bullet from a gun and, before we both knew it, fairy boy had returned. The second he walked through the door and saw our costumes, the most high pitched sound escaped his lips.

“No! No! No! These are… tacky! Ugly! Hideous! Where did I go wrong? Oh my god! Give them to me, I’ll just do them myself!” He huffed and puffed and blew (some random guy) the house down as he stormed over and snatched our costumes away. Fine by me, I didn’t really feel like doing much today, anyway.

Another hour later and fairy boy had returned once more, this time with new and improved versions of our costumes. Leave it to fairy boy to know how to make some “killer” costumes. 

Get it? Killer? I love myself.

After he thrusted our costumes into our hands, we were sentenced to go and get dressed. He walked over with Dina, muttering something about having to do her hair since her prep team was nowhere to be seen. When they disappeared behind closed doors, I let out a cackle.

Oh, this was all too fucking good.

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Frankenstein’s Monster and The Bride of Frankenstein

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vanity // os

I went through one of the newer training stations, the Mirror Maze. It was a pretty enjoyable experience, in my humble opinion. The maze itself wasn’t too terrible, but I solved it. Plus, I went through it with the best company imaginable: myself.

gimme shelter // os

I never should have listened to Vogue. Why did I... no. I should never have gone to such a trivial station. It’s ridiculous. I am a career. I should never have to associate with such useless things. Stupid.

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gimme shelter // os

“Um... well, sir, it’s not that bad...”

“Don’t fucking give me that bullshit, lady.”

“Well... I mean, It would--”

“No it wouldn’t.”

“Well--”

“No.”

Don’t sit there, bitch, and try and tell me that the monstrosity I just made was a good thing. Glancing at my failed excuse for a “shelter”, a mishmash of sticks, twigs, sheets, and random other shit, I roll my eyes. Why the fuck am I even here? I’m a fucking career. I was born to kill, not to make a fucking house for a less fortunate piece of trash, because that’s exactly what it looks like: a shelter for trash.

I shouldn’t even be here. I’m only here because Vogue, our oh so precious mentor, said that it would be good for me to learn to do other stuff so that other tributes would think I’m more than just a living weapon.

Fuck it.

Lifting my foot up, I quickly slam it onto my “shelter” which causes the entire thing to crumble. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the training instructor lady flinching and that honestly just bothers me more. I can feel a vein popping on my neck, but I know that I have to calm down. I’m being watched, after all. Approaching her, I extend my hand out to meet hers.

“Thank you, but I don’t think this is really my thing.”

A confused look crosses her face but is quickly replaced by a warm smile. She extends her own arm to meet my hand, and when she does, I grab her and stare at her.

“It didn’t help that you were completely and utterly worthless, you stupid fucking bitch, but thanks anyway.” I whisper out of my teeth and watch with satisfaction as her face sinks. Turning away, I can hear a small sniffle come from her direction.

Good, I hope she cries. That’s what she gets for her shitty teaching.