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lola…

district : three

private training : seven

kills : two

weapon : scalpel

theme song : living dead by marina and the diamonds

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Congratulations Lola! Your gamemakers voted you for the “Biggest Underdog” in the game.

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Congratulations Leo, the writer behind Lola! Your fellow tributes voted you for “Favorite Writer” in the game.

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Congratulations Lola! Your fellow tributes voted you for the “Favorite Faceclaim” in the game.

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After the slaughter of three children, the remaining two tributes are injured beyond belief and descend the stairs presented to them. That night of rest is valuable to them, and on the wall of their holding-cell appears to be a hologram television for them to view the fallen clips that they are very used to by now.

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arena: day four

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my wig underwent the ultimate snatch and now i’m bald. on an unrelated note i killed shepard and my ticket to hell is probably validated now. there are only five tributes left. so there’s an eighty percent chance i’ll end up dead soon. nice. 

◦◦◦current location◦◦◦

glowing forest

◦◦◦injuries◦◦◦

cut on leg (healing), cut below collarbone (healing), trauma to head (healing), nose stabbed (stitched and bandaged), side stabbed (stitched and bandaged), shoulder stabbed (stitched and bandaged)

◦◦◦weapons◦◦◦

3 throwing daggers, hunting knife, baton, taser, brass knuckles, machete

◦◦◦items◦◦◦

blue pack (blueberry water), recorder, first-aid kit (1 roll of bandages, needle), syringe, rope, matches, bottle of water, gloves, bread

◦◦◦food consumed◦◦◦

fruit bar, water, edible plants, wig (by force), bread

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baldlands | day four

Not to disrespect the dead or anything like that, because I’m really not up for increasing my chances of going to hell at this point, but fuck Shepard for snatching my wig to the point where I’m actually completely bald now. I mean, the flavor of burnt preserved hair was pretty excellent, but I would’ve preferred cotton candy or maybe strawberry. Pepto bismol would be satisfactory, I guess. Anyways, at this point, I don’t really think that my tragic descent into the wonderfully scorching depths of hell will be that much worse if I just keep, you know, slaughtering all these children I see.

I know that there’s a mixture of shock and adrenaline in my body that’s keeping my sanity in tact. I assume that it will last throughout the duration of the arena. If I were to live (and we all know there’s like a two percent chance of that happening), it would most likely wear off pretty soon. So that should be very exciting and interesting. I hope hell (and the Capitol if I somehow don’t die) have excellent mental wellness facilities. Although something tells me (every piece of information regarding the subject that I’ve ever come across) that nothing would be able to help me get over murder. I have a sort of double consciousness right now, where I know that I’m in shock and that I’ll have a breakdown soon enough. I’m supposed to be a wreck right now, as I am usually, but I’m not. Great. Amazing, honestly.

I have no choice but to serve naked mole rat couture now.

The cage lowers to the ground and the roots unravel to reveal an escape route. I am selective with what I take. My own knives, gloves, baton, syringe, recording device, water bottle, first-aid kit, and rope. Shepard’s taser, a pair of his brass knuckles, his matches, bandages, water, fruit bar, and machete. I’ll sort through everything in a more thorough fashion but for now I would rather just not be near his corpse. I take one final look at my wig before exiting the cage.

Just as I escape from my prison cell, a silver parachute lands at my feet. Opening the gift, I find yet another super heartwarming note. How nice. Inside are medical supplies. Should be a fun time. I disinfect the needle, threading it. Looking at my reflection in the machete (I look absolutely amazing) I sew my nose back together. It seemed really unnecessary for Shepard to tear about the cartilage there but whatever. This feels horrible. Which is good. I move onto my shoulder wound. With the tendon having been sliced in the middle a bit, I know that I can’t put much strain on it for the rest of the day. So I stitch that up and move to my thigh wound, followed by the gash at my hip. I look like a doll that was torn apart by an unruly yet well meaning dog. Nice. Afterwards, I bandage everything and it’s a good feeling when I don’t have the sensation of the life literally leaking out of me. Surprising, I know.

Resting my entire mess of a body, especially my shoulder, I eat a fruit bar and I drink some water. When I reach up to feel my hair, I am rudely reminded that it no longer exists. I sigh. Bald on national television. I wish someone would send me a new wig instead of like, I don’t know, a machine gun or whatever they send people here. It would also be nice if everyone else could just kill each other at this point, because I think I’ve done my share. I mean, I just killed back to back people. And I should probably be crying about that right now, but I’m not, which is an amazingly horrible sign of mental deterioration. Wish me and my bald head luck.

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arena: day three

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my wig was snatched. again. bald might be considered a look but i wasn’t really feeling it. so i got my wig back. oh, also, i killed kendall. that’s probably not too important of a detail anyways. i mean i only committed murder and now i’m going to hell so, that’s pretty great. and then i cleaned myself up because i’m not totally into infection, slithering a bit deeper into the forest.

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glowing forest

◦◦◦injuries◦◦◦

cut on leg (cleaned and bandaged), cut below collarbone (cleaned and bandaged), trauma to head (cleaned and bandaged), bruised jaw, various minor cuts and scratches (cleaned)

◦◦◦weapons◦◦◦

3 throwing daggers, hunting knife, baton

◦◦◦items◦◦◦

blue pack (bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a quarter of a bottle of blueberry water), coat, recorder, first-aid kit (1 roll of bandages, needle), syringe, rope

◦◦◦food consumed◦◦◦

persimmon, water bottle, bats (cooked)

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snatched: the sequel (available in select theaters) | day three

I know that today is going to be a completely awful day when I wake up and my head is cold. Slowly, I raise my hand to my head, shuddering when I feel not synthetic hair under my touch, but instead, baldness. I am bald on national television. What a wonderful way to be portrayed. This is just spectacular. It’s amazing, cool, nice, really great, awesome. I might as well just get killed now. Walking around in this death arena bald is not something that I have on my to do list. Maybe that’s surprising to some, but it’s the truth.

Suddenly, I remember Apricot’s infatuation with my pink wig. She was always eyeing it, snatching it, obsessing over it. She’s taken it hostage many times, and I don’t think that she’s up to speed on proper wig care, let alone proper anything care. But also I am not either and Apricot is amazing so whatever. Blinking away sleepiness from my vision, I peer around the immediate area, looking for the hyperactive fruit child sporting a new fluorescent bob. But I don’t see her.

I see a group of three monkeys, one of which is serving a look in a pepto bismol wig-my pepto bismol wig. And it looks better than me. Nice. I’m glad to be getting shown up by a rodent in the arena. “Wow, Apricot. You look pretty good today, although the change has been a big one. I’m glad that the plastic surgery was a success, though,” I mutter, my voice a monotone, with no inflection.

“But honestly, I think chartreuse is more your color. The pink would look better on Kiwi,” I remark. I love what the arena is doing to me. It’s pretty cool, I would say. Slowly watching my sanity crumble away is an interesting, one in a lifetime experience. It’s really nice that the Gamemakers gave me this opportunity. How considerate of them.

And then I almost fall out of the tree when Kiwi and Avocado (I heard that she did crack in the Capitol and this is what happened to her. This must be a warning to all the kids in the Capitol.) leap onto my branch. I think I would rather be dead than fighting monkeys while I’m bald. Kiwi extends her beautiful little claw, gingerly placing it on my arm. She looks into my eyes with hers, which are a bright, neon pink. I see the devil in her eyes. Or maybe it’s just my reflection. Anyways, she drags her claws along my arm, slowly drawing blood. An unholy noise erupts from her mouth, something like my laughter but probably not as bad.

I’m not really sure what these monkeys are doing but they seem cool. Kind of like an emo monkey gang that needed money so they decided to be test subjects and then they turned into bioluminescent mushroom creatures. Sounds like a nice life. Kiwi continues to look at me, raising her claw again. Confused, I look around at the other monkeys, seeing if I can make some eye contact and be like: I don’t understand what’s happening. My small mortal brain is not developed enough to understand such complexity. But the monkeys don’t reciprocate the look and I feel Kiwi’s touch once again, but this time with more pressure. Before I even know it, I find myself smacking Kiwi. She’s flies off the branch and lands below with a crack and a thud. Nice, now I’m going to hell on what, three counts of animal murder? Or seven-hundred depending on whether you count the bats individually. So yeah, that’s up in the air, I guess.

And so am I, because Avocado is sent into a frenzy when I murder Kiwi. He leaps onto my back and begins pounding on my shoulder blades with his fists, and then turns to scratching my ears. An interesting approach. The screeching in my ears is nice as well. With my knife, I swipe behind me, forgetting that I’m sitting on a tree branch. Losing my balance, I slide off of the bough, now slick with the heavy moisture in the air, falling to the ground below. I manage to not die by latching onto a branch below. Just as I do that, the monkey leaps down to me, fangs bared and claws brandished. The spray of blood onto my face stops that after I hold the knife outwards, the monkey skewered on the blade. I fling the creature off and look to the queen monkey with my wig.

She swings down to me, landing directly beside me on the branch. Removing the wig, she offers it to me. I extend a wary hand to grab it, only to see the monkey retract her greedy hand and throw the wig higher into the treetops. I awkwardly climb up there, and not very skillfully. I finally reach my wig, securing it on my head. But then Apricot snatches it yet again, leaving me bald and vulnerable. Great. Absolutely great. “Fine. Just keep it,” I grumble, climbing down to the ground.

Although the knife I throw says otherwise. When the dead monkey lands on the ground, I finally get to collect my wig. But yes, I’m most definitely bound to go to learn out eternity in the flaming lakes of hell now that I’ve killed all these animals. Should be exciting, probably will find out soon.

With my scratches and bruises, I gather my things, examining the mushrooms on the monkeys before looking around to see where I can go. 

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arena: day two

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i was betrayed by the bats, and then i found a hot spring where i took a nice dip. i was grateful that i got the opportunity to actually cleanse myself. like, does nobody else worry about not brushing their teeth or just not showering? anyways then i found a dragon and offered it a bat, deciding to leave the cave because i wasn’t loving all the animals inside. 

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glowing forest

◦◦◦injuries◦◦◦

cuts and scratches on my exposed flesh (cleaned)

◦◦◦weapons◦◦◦

3 throwing daggers

◦◦◦items◦◦◦

blue pack (bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a quarter of a bottle of water), coat, recorder, dead bats, an alive bat (i feel bad killing it and now it’s made a home in my pack)

◦◦◦food consumed◦◦◦

blueberries, crackers, cooked bat meat, some water

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moving on | day two

Items in tow, I decide that being near the dragon right now probably isn’t a good idea, seeing as how it could wake up at any moment and chomp my head off. Some may disagree, though. Carefully creeping away from the oversized reptile, I head back the way I originally came in the cave, illuminating the walls with a brilliant purple glow being emanated from my legs.

The snoring of the dragon becomes less audible the farther away I get. And then, I reach the two exits to the outside world. Do I want to stay inside the cave with this dragon or do I want to go outside for other tributes to murder me? So I step outside into the snow, on the western side of the island, crossing the ice as I crossed it earlier. It’s slippery but I slide across without too much trouble. I sadly don’t fall in.

I move north up along the frozen river, and then turn west when it’s my only option. I stop at a shrub covered in leafy branches, securing them to the rope around my waist and hanging them from it so as to mute the intensity of my purple glow. I add some blueberries to my water for nice flavoring and peel the label off of my hydrogen peroxide bottle out of boredom.

When I come to a bridge, I quickly slither across it, finding myself in some weird glowing mushroom forest. Excellent, I fit right in here. Making camp a little bit deeper in the forest (but not too deep because I hear fighting right now), I create a small fire to roast small dead bats. Peeling off the flesh and wings is super fun. I eat (its gourmet cuisine) before covering up the ashes and scraps by throwing them off the island, and then climbing a tree.

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The long scratches on my arm at least are cushioned by my coat, but still prove to sting. I wipe the saliva off of me as the dragon curls up once again, like a nice little chat. I see that it has a see-through stomach, interestingly enough, so I look closer to see what it is. Maybe it’s a tribute. That would be nice. I decide to rest behind the dragon, the enormous animal helping to block out my purple glow 

snatched | day two

The dragon seems to squint, and almost bites your hand off in the process of snapping that bat away. Still, your arm is left with giant scratches on it from the teeth, and a lot of gross saliva. It ignores you, curling back up to reveal a very shiny, see-through stomach. There seems to be something inside. Or do you decide to attack the now slumbering and snoring dragon, now that it’s decided not to eat you? Or do you leave?

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I really hope that they didn’t broadcast my scream on television. Luckily, the noise doesn’t escape the cave. The enormous creature unravels itself, its long spine unraveling to reveal the dragon to be even longer than I previously thought. This is excellent. 

The dragon unlatches it’s enormous maw, the two rows of teeth coming apart with a sickening clicking noise. Saliva drips from the razor sharp, yellow teeth. “I can refer you to a dentist or something,” I quip, my voice shaking as I slowly back up. 

But in one quick movement, the dragon covers the ground in between us. I reach into my pack suddenly, knowing not what to use against an actual dragon. And then my hand feels one of the dead bats I took earlier, covered in gems. 

“While killing me is a nice option, this gourmet crystal bat is also delectable as well,” I muster. 

snatched | day two

The snoring gets louder, and louder, and as you walk further into the dark caverns, your body-light illuminates something large and… shiny? The size of a trailer, it moves slightly, and then all at once stands up. Made of shimmering ice and scales, it looks you dead in the eyes. 

Oh yes. 

It’s a dragon.

It doesn’t look very pleased to be woken up with your violent glowing, and upon turning around, you find that your exit has been blocked by its giant tail. Unless you have a bomb, pocketed one of those many gemstone bats, or have a piece of jewelry to offer the dragon, you’re going to have to fight it.

Keep in mind that you will get injured if you have to fight it. Write out a OS of you dealing with this.

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Well I can’t just not see what this snoring is. I mean, I could, but that would be not very rebellious of me. So, I advance a bit further on, my footfalls quiet, soundless, as the snoring intensifies. Oh my god dad, could you please just shut up! I’m trying to sleep!

snatched | day two

As you continue in your glowy state, you hear the echoing of a snoring sound coming from in front of you. It’s clear, vibrating off the mountain’s sides. Does your curiosity get the best of you and you continue on to see what it is, or do you turn around and back out to the snow exists?