con artist, flim flam man, matchstick man, loser, whatever... take your pick. ford carlyle -- district 6 son of hermes, friend of the dead rp blog only fc: aneurin barnard
Weapons/Items: 2 daggers, sword, pack #3 (Mister D Rocks shirt, 1 bottle blue gatorade, half a brick of blue cheese, blue cookies, 1 flashlight, 3 morphling tablets)
Kills: D8 girl and D3 boy
Reflections: I'm not very pleased that we're stuck in a labyrinth, but I'm going to make the best of it. I am confident no one is near me, but if they are, I will deal with it. I keep dreaming of this girl in a white dress and I don't know why... I'm probably just exhausted. I'm looking forward to Day 2, there's only 11 tributes in my way now.
As the World Falls Down || OS Two || Arena Day One
I must've fallen asleep somewhere along the way, tired and worn out from the heat and the dirt and the exertion. I was startled awake after dreaming of a girl in a ball, one who wore a beautiful white dress and silver barrettes in her hair. I had the remnants of an unknown song in my head, the lyrics bits and pieces of something I wasn't aware I knew. This girl was being cornered and chased and stopped at this ball, harassed by people in costume and masks of various animals. She was nervous, afraid, and trapped against this glass wall. I whispered to her just before everything went white. The last thing I remember was her shattering the glass with a white chair.
Once I realized where I was and what I was doing there, I shook the girl from my dreams and made my way to my feet. Dreams are strange, I usually pay no mind to them at all. And yet, this one stuck with me as I walked through the labyrinth further, the song on repeat in my mind. Falling... falling... falling... falling in love as the world falls down. I chuckled at the irony of it all.
I hadn't gone much further before I ran into another dead end. Feeling as though I couldn't are to go on, which was odd for me to feel (apart from my lungs that is), I slumped against the vegetation and settled into the corner for the night. The sky grew darker and the shadows on the maze walls shifted, turning day into night. I prepared myself to be alone in the eerily silent labyrinth for the rest of the night. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be safe for the night. Tributes would be trying to find safety to prepare for the hunt tomorrow while the Game Makers surely would not send mutts in our direction since we'd dwindled down to half within the first day.
Tomorrow would be a different story. So as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I decided to let my flashlight rest, to save the batteries. I would not be moving tonight, not when my stomach was rumbling. I snacked on the blue cheese, swallowing hard at the strong taste, but devouring it nonetheless because I was starving. As I wrapped up half of it so that I had something for breakfast, the loudspeakers began to blare the Fallen.
Adjusting my seating, I watched the night sky to observe all those that had been lost. I cared not for anyone that was left or anyone that had recently departed. Faces were just faces to me, just names, lives that were no longer meant to be lived here, but in the underworld. I imagined that Hades was not happy, nor would the gods who lost both children. And there was Hermes, who still had both. I wondered how Marlee was faring, but I didn't dwell on it. I knew she'd made friends and most would probably pity her. Until the end anyways.
The song ended and the sky faded to black, leaving only constellations in the sky. I wondered then what Hermes was thinking now. I'd grown a little fond of my mentor-god-father in the short time I knew him and hoped that there might be a way that some of our parents could help us. They were, in fact, gods, after all. But more than likely, I was on my own and what that meant was that I had to find my way through the maze... to find someone else to eliminate, and more food to eat. In the morning, of course.
Another hour or so later (because let's not assume I was counting), I found myself back in the ballroom, surrounded by people in animal masks. The same song was playing, the same people were dancing. But the girl was nowhere to be found. I dreamt I searched for her, high and low, under tables and behind doors. I couldn't find her at all. Desperately, I ran to the wall where the mirrored glass should've been shattered, but it hadn't been. Not a single crack could be found as I traced my fingers across the surface. And then everything was white.
I slipped the pack over my shoulders, leaving the boy in a pool of his own blood. I stood for only a brief moment as his soul departed from his human form. The look he gave me saddened me, mostly because this boy already seemed to have forgiven me. He nodded silently before the shimmer of his soul disappeared through the walls. He needed no help, especially not from the boy who'd just ended his life. And even if he did, this wasn't the time or the place. It was only once I finally looked up and began to flee did I see the bouncing curls of the only sibling I'd learned I had fleeing in the opposite direction. She'd seen me do it, I know she had. And now she was more than likely extremely terrified of me. Still, I wasn't going to let that get me down, so I headed into the maze without much hesitation, running in a direction even though I had no idea where it would take me.
The walls were tall, taller than anything I'd ever experienced, taller than the skyscrapers in the Capitol. I felt minuscule, like a spec of dust floating in the air. Except all eyes were on me, no doubt. Small flashes of red signaled the presence of cameras as I ran through the corridors, turning left then right then left again before finding a dead end and back tracking until I found a new path.
It was hot, humid, and rather disgusting. By the time I slowed down to take a breather, I was dripping with sweat. Running my fingers through my hair, I felt the dampness spread. My curls were soaked and I felt no relief as I slumped against a dead end wall. My feet kicked out from underneath me and I settled in the dirt, my chest heaving from the run. Damn lungs and their inability to be good at being lungs.
My weapons were safely tucked into my belt, except for the dagger I kept handy just in case. Letting it go for the first time, the blood of my victims now dried and hard on the blade, I reached for the pack to figure out what I had stolen from the boy. Imagine my confusion when I discovered a slew of blue foods, including cheese, cookies, and some odd gator-drink. As if the uniforms they put us in weren't bad enough, I found an extra-large shirt with the words "Mister D Rocks!" on it. Chuckling, I recalled the one thing I knew about the only daughter of this Mister D. Rowan hated that bastard, so there was very little this shirt could do to convince me that he did, in fact, rock. Still, it was a nice article that I fashioned into a wrap for my head to help keep the sweat out of my eyes and the sun from my face.
Opening the gator-drink, I slammed half the blue liquid down before taking a break to breathe. My lungs ached but that was about it, not a sore muscle on my body. Another thing I had to thank my mentor-god-father for. I flicked on the flashlight to test it's power and smiled when it worked. Noting the final item, a handful of morphling tablets, I packed away everything except for the gator-drink I opened. From where I sat, I couldn't hear or see much. If someone ran into me, we would battle, there was no alternative. And I would be prepared for that.
After finishing the gator-drink and fixing my new head-wrap, I slowly returned to my feet as the cannon's rang out through the arena. Although I wasn't too familiar with all things Hunger Games, I knew that it meant the bloodbath was over. 11 cannons for 11 dead. This was one of the biggest bloodbath's in the recent years of the Games, I knew that, too. We were already down to 13 within the first minutes of the Games. This would be over in no time, I had a feeling.
I walked this time, not wanting to over-exert myself in case I ran into someone... or something. My mind went back to some of the myths I'd read about as I walked. This place was, without a doubt, the labyrinth. I thought of the master tinker Daedalus, of the minotaur that this place was said to hold, of Theseus, and also of Ariadne. I wondered if we were find aid in order to find our way out. Thousands of things crossed my mind. Would I run across another ghost? Would I run into something more deadly? Would I be killing again by the end of the day? Everything was a possibility at this point. The sound of a cannon shattered the heavy silence, causing me to pause, if only for a moment.
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Zenovia: That would be correct, only one survives. Now, is there anyone back home you will be fighting to return to though?
Ford: *shrugs* In a way. Am I fighting for something? Yes. A person, maybe, but that person isn't alive for me to return to.
Zenovia: Oh, I'm very sorry, sweetheart. *crowd aww's in agreement* I hope you are able to make that person proud. Unfortunately we are running out of time, however, so if there is anything you would like to say please do so now.
Ford: *smiles bashfully* I'm certain I already have, regardless of the outcome of these games. And thank you but no thank you, I wouldn't even know what to say.
Zenovia: Well, Ford, we hope to see you back here soon and we wish you the best of luck! Give one last round of applause to Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: Thank you. *stands and waves at the crowd quickly before slightly bowing and strolling off stage with his hands in his pockets*
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Zenovia: That would be correct, only one survives. Now, is there anyone back home you will be fighting to return to though?
Ford: *shrugs* In a way. Am I fighting for something? Yes. A person, maybe, but that person isn't alive for me to return to.
Zenovia: Oh, I'm very sorry, sweetheart. *crowd aww's in agreement* I hope you are able to make that person proud. Unfortunately we are running out of time, however, so if there is anything you would like to say please do so now.
Ford: *smiles bashfully* I'm certain I already have, regardless of the outcome of these games. And thank you but no thank you, I wouldn't even know what to say.
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Zenovia: That would be correct, only one survives. Now, is there anyone back home you will be fighting to return to though?
Ford: *shrugs* In a way. Am I fighting for something? Yes. A person, maybe, but that person isn't alive for me to return to.
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: Indeed you will. Bringing up the arena, is there anyone that you are thinking of allying with?
Ford: *sighs* Well, Zenovia, let's just say that I don't play well with others. I'm a loner and working with other people, whether it be a partner or a group... it just doesn't suit me. I wouldn't count on me winding up with anyone. Only one survives, right?
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
Zenovia: You have a good point. However, how rude of us would it be to send you in there with absolutely no skills, right? *laughs* Now you received a high score of 10 in Private Training, surely that has caught some attention. How do you feel about it?
Ford: *chuckles along with her* It has. It came as a surprise to me, let's make that clear. But the Game Makers must've really saw something in me they felt reflected the score. I will have to back that up, won't I?
Zenovia: He's been on our minds since the start, wondering who this mysterious boy really is. Ladies and gentlemen, Ford Carlyle! *crowd cheers*
Ford: *walks out on stage, seemingly shy and quiet, smiles to the audience before looking at Zenovia, waiting to respond after she addresses him*
Zenovia: Welcome, Ford! How are you feeling tonight?
Ford: *smirks* I'm very fine, thank you for asking. It's quite... extraordinary, all of this.
Zenovia: It is, isn't it? Let's get right into it then. How did you find training? Hard? Boring? Give us your thoughts.
Ford: *hums as he thinks for a moment* I'd have to say I found it to be more or less a waste of time. Either we're survivors or we aren't. You can't teach things like that in 3 days.
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