Sloane Oleksei

#all the death #was pretty epic #awards

The best battle this season was Sloth vs. Razzie!

#they were so pretty and then nico killed adelaide #bad Cleo :p #awards

This season, the best FC was a tie between Adelaide Kane and Nico Mirallegro!

#honourable mention #awards

Your favorite tribute this season was Raf Cipriani! With an honorable mention for Sloane Oleksei!

Easy || Death OS

It was as easy as breathing. One minute you’re there and then the next you simply aren’t. The world continued to spin, there were no flashing lights or big guy waiting to usher me into the afterlife. I just simply was. I’d been able to look in on life down there, watching my family prepare an elaborate funeral that would put the Capitol’s luxuries to shame. I’d watched Rurik throw a diamond ring into the testing field. Standing idly by while Mikhail blew it to smithereens. Life continued despite my absence and even though my heart ached from missing them I knew that in the long run they would be okay. One day, they would hurt no longer. My memory wouldn’t be some bloodstained image of my death. They would remember the happier times; the times I’d brought them joy.

North was here, with Camden and Fay. Getting reacquainted with friends that had died too soon leaving me to watch the finale play out belong. I watched Mika dispatch her foes and finally she was lifted out of the arena with a crown ready and waiting for her. Days passed until she could finally mount the stage, the victor’s crown placed on her head as Link watched on disgusted from the sidelines. “Look at you, a victor..." She looked happy and that was all I hoped for the friends and family I left behind. "I knew you could do it, bubblegum. I’m proud of you.” I stepped off the tree I’d been leaning on, ready to re-join the friends I’d lost along the way. Mika would live for all of us and in time no one would remember what had occurred here except those who had witnessed it.

The Games were over for us.

We were safe; unbroken.

Death was the easy part. Living was the hard part.

#its short #but I like it #death

#bio card #so purty :D

#death #fine print: arena day 3

The Fallen: Pre-Finale

11th Place: Arland Keaton, D5 - killed by Elias Jacobs, D1

10th Place: Nessarose McQuillen, D9 - killed by Malia Augustine, D12

9th Place: Kyera Magnolia, D7 - killed by Elias Jacobs, D1

8th Place: Sloane Oleksei, D3 - killed by Rafaele Cipriani, D6

7th Place: Lizzie Nicholson, D6 - killed by North Kaledon, D2

6th Place: North Kaledon, D2 - killed by Rafaele Cipriani, D6

#death #fine print: arena day 3

Sloth vs Razzie

Child Protection Services || Sloth || Day 3

I followed Sloane down the bank, the red-haired man hot at my heels. When she pulled the piece of fabric from the dress, I was shocked to see it attached to a fish… with a human head. I heard Sloane’s whispers and barely stifled a giggle.

"Yes, yes!" He exclaimed, taking the little fish girl into his hands. "Oh, I was so worried…" he cooed over the little thing while Sloane and I stood back, exchanging a glance. This was easily the strangest thing that’d ever happened to me and it was taking every ounce of self control I had not to ask about a billion questions.

"We’ve got places to go, things to do," I commented, drawing the man’s attention away from the little fish-person. "Are you two good now?"

The man nods, scurrying away with the fish girl in hand. You may continue on your journey.

I was glad to get away from this freak show. I didn’t want to know what else this man had up his sleeve. A fish daughter? What was next? His wife was part crab? It made no sense and honestly I didn’t want to stick around to find out. North and I picked our way back to the camp site, gathering our meagre belongings before returning to the river bank to find it blissfully abandoned.

I let North in on the plan, handing her off my pack as I busied myself with felling a nearby tree. I didn’t care about the noise it made as it crashed over the river. If a tribute was stupid enough to slink out of their hiding spot to come and investigate they would be dispatched with swiftly. Once I was sure the tree was going to hold us, I collected my pack from North and started the perilous walk across the river. Carefully balancing on the trunk of the tree as I slipped across the gap and motioned for North to follow. Once both of us were on dry land once more we were greeted by the crumbling castle. “You ready, North?”

Child Protection Services || Sloth || Day 3

I pouted all the way through the trees, all the way across the clearing, and while we stood at the banks. The man followed us, at least he was relatively compliant with us. He wasn’t staying behind to look for any items we might’ve left.

We split up, each taking a different direction along the bank. I didn’t see anything, frowning as I walked up and down the line of the water. It was even more apparent now how much shallower the water was, it should be easy to find a child. Unless it was a freakishly tiny child.

I shook my head in response, going a little further up the bank before returning. “Nothing.” Suddenly, a little flash of red caught my eye up the river. “Hey, wait! Look! She must’ve floated downstream, I didn’t see her before. The current’s fast,” I idly explained to the man.

I followed North's line of sight, spotting the red flash in the water. I frowned, if she was in there wouldn't she be dead by now. I ran down along the bank, kneeling on the pebbles when I reached the tiny red clump and reached out to grab it. I thought it was just part of her dress caught on a branch but as I dipped my hand under the water this tiny face stuck on a fish body snapped up out of the water. "Ponyo!"

"What the actual fuck?" I whispered, staring down at the fish that now dove under the water before coming back up to splash around in my palm. "Is this your...uh..daughter?" I offered as the man practically gleamed at the sight of the little fish thing. This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

Child Protection Services || Sloth || Day 3

Sloane laid her hand gently on my arm, essentially shutting me up. I pouted, but put my knife away. I didn’t want to waste time helping this dumb guy find his kid, we had far more pressing issues, but it didn’t look like I had much of a choice.

"She’s just little, she has red hair like me and wears a little red dress, she loves to play by the water…" The man trailed off, looking upset. I rolled my eyes. This was becoming more and more of a complete and utter waste of time.

"Well, she isn’t here." I repeated bluntly. Sloane shot me a look and I sighed. "I guess we could help you look for her by the river. I guess." I scowled a little and reluctantly followed the man and Sloane toward the river, my trident gripped threateningly in case he attacked.

I didn't want to waste time looking for his child but if we refused? Would the Gamemakers have programmed him to attack? I didn't want to risk it especially if we were going to go frolicking in the castle once the deed was done. I could tell North was pissed about this whole situation but what other choice did we have?

We fell into step behind the man, picking our way through the tree line until we came to the river bank. I glanced over my shoulder to our camp site, wondering why the man hadn't stayed there but it seemed he wanted to take an avid interest in our search. I walked along the bank, looking for any signs of life before turning back to my partner.

"You see anything North?"

Child Protection Services || Sloth || Day 3

I woke up stiff and sore from the night spent in the woods, curled up next to that log. I sat up, brushing sticks from my hair, and instantly zeroed in on the river. “It’s lower,” I observed, excited. “Now we can actually cross it without nearly dying!” I handed Sloane a roll from last night and munched on one of my own when I saw a figure nearby.

Prepping a knife, I gasped as he stepped out from behind the tree. It wasn’t a tribute, just an old guy with red hair and a suspicious-looking bag of chemical stuff. “Don’t kill me!” He exclaimed. “I need you to help me find my daughter.” I nearly laughed. Was this guy for real?

"I haven’t seen any little kids around," I replied. "I don’t know where she is. We’re a bit pre-occupied with this whole fight to the death thing right now."

I'd been dozing off and on since North woke me up. Spending my time scouting out a tree we could fell to use as a bridge across the river before returning to my sleeping ally. When North awoke, the first rays of he sun were just starting to streak across the sky and I indulged in eating breakfast as North made an observation about the River. It made it easier to cross, especially if we had to tackle crossing it again once we reached the castle. I stood, my axe at the ready when a tall gangly redhead stepped out from behind a tree.

I tilted my head to the side, analysing him as he pleaded for our aid. I'd expected a mutt but this? This wasn't really fitting with the idea I had in my head of an arena danger. I placed my hand on North's arm, silently asking her to think before she spoke. "What's she look like?"

#WoFMUpdate #clause: arena day two

Arena Day Two

Location: Centre of the map, in the trees near the river

Allies: North Kaledon, D2

Weapons: Felling Axe, Mace

Items: Survival Pack (minus 2 ready meals, 4 apples), jar full of spiders, homemade slingshot

Injuries: Bruises along back, bumps and scapes from fighting Pixie

Notes: After being rudely awakened by a rumbling and cannon fire, we had to deal with spiders that had tried to make us lunch. After getting out I managed to nab a few to carry along in the arena with me. Another cannon. Three more were dead and it was then that North and I trudged back through the forest towards the river. We set up camp North got a nifty little gift and I made myself a little present. With a hot meal, North took first watch and I found out that Calin was one of the cannons I heard today. Tomorrow...tomorrow's going to be our real test.

Webs We Weave || Arena Day Two

I smiled. “I’ll hold onto my knives for now. Besides, I’ve never used one. I’m sure I’d end up my own eye out instead of my opponent’s anyways. I’ll be deadly enough with these,” I added, running a finger down one of the smooth blades. It made me feel like I had a little piece of Cam along with me, besides his pin, of course. The little wolf was still on my collar and it’d given me peace since we’d come in yesterday.

Losing your partner was never easy. Careers were always told to gloss over it but it was a reality that you were the only one representing your home when your partner was killed. “I hope it was, too,” I mused. “Quick’s good, I’d kill quickly if I could. But sometimes you can’t help drawing it out.” I took the lid of my thermos back and put it away.

"You want to sleep first tonight?" I asked. She looked chilly and I figured after losing Calin she might want to sleep it off. "Besides, when you take watch when I sleep you can work on our river-crossing apparatus and it’ll be all ready for when I get my sleep too."

I pulled my jacket tighter around my body, slipping down beside the fallen log as I stretched my legs out. I wanted to sleep, I needed it if I was going to manage putting some sort of thought into our river crossing and the inevitable hunting that would come once we made our way into the castle. "Will you be alright with the torch?" I asked as I tried to get comfortable on the forest floor.

My gaze was fixed on the stars that twinkled above us and the moon that hung bright in the sky. I wanted to just switch off for a few hours, to pretend that tomorrow wouldn't be the be all and end all of my time in this place. "Goodnight North, wake me up whenever you want to switch okay?"

Webs We Weave || Arena Day Two

I was impressed with the quality of the weapon as I weighed the slingshot in my hand, running my fingers over it. “Damn, you weren’t kidding that you were good at this,” I remarked. “There’s a ton of rocks by the riverbed, we’ll have to grab some before tomorrow.” We had a nice warm meal together as we took in the quiet of the forest by night.

Nodding, I understood what she meant. I’d pass her off one in a fight if I needed to, we’d cross that bridge when we came to it. “You were, we got lucky with what we got,” I added softly, touching my trident at my side. The anthem played a few moments later, and I peeked up as I munched on my roll. I reached over to squeeze Sloane’s arm as Calin’s face lit up the sky. Next, Pachenko, meaning Mika was likely alone now. And Dotev. “I agree, it’s a good thing we’re close to the castle now, likely the people are close to it too, we’ll have to hunt… you okay? With Calin and all.”

The rocks would be easy enough to grab, I could fill my pockets with stones tomorrow. The slingshot wouldn’t do very much damage but in the end I could use it as a small distraction in a fight. “I can make you one if you want to part with one of your hair ties but with those shiny knives of yours you probably don’t need one.” We were luckier than most. I knew some of our fallen foes hadn’t had as much as we did to protect them from the hazards of the arena. But we had a pretty heavy bounty between us and with North’s sponsor backing her every step of the way we would be okay for a little while longer.

I wasn’t worried about Calin. I was reminded of the boy who had practically begged me to take him out on the train. He was free from his parents. He no longer had to meet their demands. I just hoped that his death was quick. “Yeah, he’s better off. As long as it was swift… that was what he wanted.” I swallowed, handing back the bowl to North as I shrugged back into my jacket. I felt cold suddenly as I blew into my hands.

Webs We Weave || Arena Day Two

Sloane crept into the treeline as I got my gift. I tried not to gloat, really, I did, but it was hard not to. I focused on organizing my stuff, strapping the belt of knives around my waist before I got the food out. The lid of the thermos was round and served as a bowl, so I poured half of it out into the little dish for Sloane and kept the rest for myself. I put one of the rolls into the bowl with a spoon and walked the short distance over to her.

"Brought you dinner," I smiled, passing her her share of the stew. I sat down next to her and took a bite of mine, thankful for the food. "That looks fantastic… no idea how you came up with that, but it’s awesome." We ate in quiet for a moment before I nodded in reply. "I guess they did, I’m thankful for it. Not having a blade is never good… if you want to take one, that’d be alright with me."

North tiptoed over to me just as I was applying the finishing touches to the slingshot. I had no sponsor for fancy gifts but I really didn’t need any. I was capable of making my own weapons and looking after myself. It was how I’d got here in the first place. I accepted the bowl of stew, thanking North for her charity as I broke off pieces of the bread into the stew. It was nice to have a hot meal, something to keep the chill that swept off the river from clinging to our backs.

We ate in relative silence before I looked up. “I couldn’t, they were your gift. Besides I’m better with a mace than anything. I was lucky to get it in the cornucopia.” I returned to eating just as night started to fall. Using the remnants of the roll to scrape the sides of the bowl as the anthem started to play. Three were dead. Calin. The boy Mika had ran off with and the redhead. So many had died on Day One that looking up and seeing only the three faces filled me with a sense of dread. “They’ll want action tomorrow.”

Webs We Weave || Arena Day Two

I nodded earnestly in agreement. “Agreed. Everything just looks the same, it’s enough to drive anyone absolutely insane.” I nodded in agreement. Crossing right now would be incredibly stupid, but taking it before dawn ensured we could camp out here tonight and hit it tomorrow with full energy and ability. “Sounds good,” I added. “I trust you not to drown us,” I added teasingly.

I was just about to ask about what she had in mind when the beeping of a parachute interrupted me. It got caught on a branch and I jumped up a bit to grab it, pulling it down. “I think Esmeralda took care of dinner for us,” I joked, seeing the thick stew through the clear lid of the thermos. Rolls, two spoons… and six shining throwing knives. I knelt down, pulling out the knives and smiling softly.

"These were Cam’s weapon of choice, the only reason I’m as good with them as I am is because I spent hours and hours training to beat him with them," I explained with a laugh.

Another gift arrived, it seemed like North’s sponsor knew just when to show her tribute of choice how much she believed in her. Last night it had been a torch, tonight it was a weapon and food that didn’t come pre-packaged. I had to admit I was a little jealous, but it was just how things worked out. I moved further into the tree line, sitting down on a log as I dropped my pack at my feet. Shrugging out of my jacket, I set it on the ground lifting my axe to cleave off part of the fur collar. I had an idea and while North busied herself with her gift I wanted to see if this would work.

I strayed away from my pack, going in search of just the right ‘Y’ shaped stick, finding it and returning to my pack as my head filled with ideas. I sat, scraping off the fur from the leather to cut two thin strips of leather. Laying them across my jeans, before pulling the hair tie from my hair. I finger combed my hair back, using one strip of leather to tie it at the back of my neck. I sliced through the elastic, fixing it to the sticks in my own crude way. The second piece of leather was wrapped around the middle giving me a small cup to dispense a rock from in my new slingshot. It was basic but it was something else I could use. “Seems like someone knew that, huh?”

Webs We Weave || Arena Day Two

It’d started to get a little dimmer and I frowned, knowing I’d likely gone another day without a kill. Excellent. Esmeralda was going to lop off my head when I got out of this place for not being more exciting. It wasn’t my fault that we happened upon an area where there was nobody. I shrugged again in reply. “Of course I want to go home, and I’m anxious to get there, it’s just… it’s complicated.” My tone suggested that if she was really curious I could tell her when I could whisper it, where the cameras wouldn’t see. “Although I am anxious to get home, this place is seriously depressing with all these trees.”

As we cut through the treeline, the castle extended in front of us and I shrugged. “I suppose we could cross over and find somewhere to sleep? Or we could sleep in a couple trees in here and cross super early in the morning, I suppose, since we don’t know who’s over there but we’re pretty sure there isn’t much over here.” I frowned slightly. “Do you have a solid idea of how to cross yet? Or would we need to make something?”

Between the spiders and the forest we really had been having a sick sense of deja vu. We'd barely seen any of the arena past this forest and even though I was thankful to be in one piece, my hands itched with the desire to get dirty. To demonstrate some of the skill I'd shown in Private Training. To show the Capitol what we were capable of back in Three. "I have to admit, I'm kind of sick of all the trees."

The possibility of crossing the river and slipping into the Castle was something we needed to do but in the waning light it was dangerous. "Tomorrow morning, we can wake before dawn and I can assemble our crossing." I couldn't do it in the dark even if North held her torch. I needed to at least be able to see what I was doing unless we wanted to end up neck deep in the water again. "We can make camp, have something to eat and I might have a nifty little invention that could come in handy when we cross tomorrow."