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The Fallen

9th: Jasper Luminel, Killed by Atticus Caldwell 8th: Izara Nixus, Killed by Noor Hirane 7th: Scylla Breslin, Killed by Nathaniel Degrey 6th: Kiya Crow, Killed by Tracker Faerwald

#omg that's how adrenaline works??#I've been educated

Kiya vs. Tracker

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events - i suddenly feel all of my suppressed anger welling up within me...

weapons - spear, titanium spear, knife

items - rope, umbrella, water bottle, bittersweet nightshade

location - roof of the manor

injuries - none

consumed - nothing

(✿◠‿◠) ◯ feast

I slam into the ground, the air getting knocked out of me. I cough as I blink away the dark spots in my eyes. I reach for the umbrella and the rope again, after they escape my grasp. I try to take calm breaths, but I feel overwhelmed in the dovecote. I take the package and turn around, finding the plants that I had focused on earlier. I pick up the nightshade as I dart out of the room, bypassing Scylla as she hops over me. I’m about to climb down from the roof when an explosion rattles the building, sending me flying backwards, into the side of the dovecote. Crawling to my feet, I look to see if the ladder on the west side is still intact.

(✿◠‿◠) ◯ feast

I see Noor and Yule, smiling at them. But I also see this odd bird-like creature. I move to take the umbrella and a piece of rope, slowly.

It screeches at you.

With the items in hand, I move away from the bird. I reach for my pack, and a bundle of bittersweet nightshade, and prepare to leave.

As you climb and grab onto the package, you find it is nailed to the wall and will take a bit of effort to free. All the while, mechapelican has swooped down and taken aim with its laser eye. You hear a charging sound as it trains its focus on you, ready to fire. Below you is the desired nightshade, near the other plants and fungi.

I hack at the nail with my knife until the package finally comes free. But then, I pick up an alarming noise behind me. A humming of sorts. I turn just to see a laser heading towards me, burning at my hand. I sharply inhale, leaping out of the way, as I scoop up the pack and the nightshade.

(✿◠‿◠) ◯ feast

I see Noor and Yule, smiling at them. But I also see this odd bird-like creature. I move to take the umbrella and a piece of rope, slowly.

It screeches at you.

With the items in hand, I move away from the bird. I reach for my pack, and a bundle of bittersweet nightshade, and prepare to leave.

(✿◠‿◠) ◯ feast

I see Noor and Yule, smiling at them. But I also see this odd bird-like creature. I move to take the umbrella and a piece of rope, slowly.

(✿◠‿◠) ◯ feast

I cautiously move to the dovecote.

(✿◠‿◠) ◯ feast

I hear a soft thud nearby. I take a breath. I can picture papa yelling at the television, telling me not to go. My mama clasping his hand like she always does when she’s worried, her throat tight with apprehension. It’s hard to tell, but you can see it in the strain of her muscles. But they don’t need to worry. I will be okay.

I cannot compromise who I am for their worries. How can they ask me to do that? It’s not something I’m capable of doing. I can’t tame my spirit for them. Nobody should be asked to do such a thing.

I take my spear, my water bottle, and I put the knife into my boot. I feel a pang of guilt, but I must remind myself that it’s for my own protection. I slip the spear into my waistband as I climb the ladder to the mansion, feeling the winds whip against my body like they do at home in the months right before winter.

Listening to the water slosh around in my pockets, I come to the roof.

You are alone for now.

I look around the roof, to see if there’s anything here, or anywhere to go from here.

(✿◠‿◠) ◯ feast

I hear a soft thud nearby. I take a breath. I can picture papa yelling at the television, telling me not to go. My mama clasping his hand like she always does when she’s worried, her throat tight with apprehension. It’s hard to tell, but you can see it in the strain of her muscles. But they don’t need to worry. I will be okay.

I cannot compromise who I am for their worries. How can they ask me to do that? It’s not something I’m capable of doing. I can’t tame my spirit for them. Nobody should be asked to do such a thing.

I take my spear, my water bottle, and I put the knife into my boot. I feel a pang of guilt, but I must remind myself that it’s for my own protection. I slip the spear into my waistband as I climb the ladder to the mansion, feeling the winds whip against my body like they do at home in the months right before winter.

Listening to the water slosh around in my pockets, I come to the roof.

upstream ◯ day four

Jackson’s snoring is very loud. It’s almost like thunder. It’s even louder than papa’s snoring. And if you’ve ever heard papa’s snoring, then that’s really saying something. Mama has a hard time blocking it out, so she has a lot of restless nights. But I don’t have too much trouble. I like falling asleep to noises. It’s comforting.

#a:d4

status update ◯ arena day three

events - i had to fight with pink birds, sadly. but then i saw a nice man, and i climbed the mountain, where i found a movie star. he’s a bit dramatic, but he doesn’t deserve to die here. there shouldn’t be any more deaths than there already are guaranteed to be.

weapons - garrote, sickle, knife, spear

items - golden parachute [fishing kit, first-aid kit (1 roll of bandages, morphling tablet, half bottle of antiseptic cream, camping kit)], pack f (thermal blanket, life jacket, bottle of rainwater, roll of antiseptic bandages, air horn), plastic bag, paints

location - west side of the arena near rivers

injuries - none !!!

consumed - lettuce !!!

#tbpupdate3

squawk! ◯ day three

We exit the mountain, heading south along the river, and then west, and then back north, still along the river. I decide to settle where the main river breaks off into the smaller one.

I give Jackson my tent, settling myself a few yards away from him, because I really don’t want him to draw attention to me. I offer him the rest of my bread, and some water, before I camouflage myself in the foliage and fall asleep.