#120.games

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Kahente had always been terrified of water. 

For as long as she could remember (which in this moment was not a long time), her biggest fear had been drowning. There was no recollection of the overcoming of that fear, no recollection of all the other, far scarier things there were in the world to be afraid of. All she knew was that the thought of drowning terrified her, and there seemed to be no escape from the never-ending stream of it.

As the water levels rose, she attempted to seek higher ground, tried to find some place to hide to wait out the incoming storm, but there seemed to be no way to avoid it, and she only got farther and farther from the terrain that she had been pacing for the last hour or so. 

The water was up to her chin in no time, and she prepared herself for drowning, prepared herself to die with no recollection of more than half of her existence. However, muscle memory took over from there, and instead of drowning, she floated to the surface.

She had no idea where or when she had learned to do this, and the very fact that she was lying on top of the water as more was added underneath her scared her more than the water itself, but she waited it out, readjusting herself every now and then like she had been doing it for her entire life.

By the time the water began to drain, Kahente had lost track of time, had no idea how long it had been since she woke up that morning, but a memory suddenly came crashing back into her brain. Why her father wasn’t with her, why her father might have been dead at home while she was...wherever she was. 

Cancer.

It was at this moment, her head in her hands trying to massage out the pain she felt from the new memory in her brain, her hair dripping water all over her freezing body, that she ran across another person for the first time since her last kill.

“P-p-please,” she managed to squeak out, involuntarily shivering, appearing the weakest she had ever been. “D-d-don’t kill me, I have to get home to my f-f-f-father.” // starter for @huntedhunter

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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A small box is attached with a note from mentor Glitter Caulder. Inside is a half-full canteen. The note reads: “I'm so proud of you."

Sitting, covered in vomit, is not the way that one ever wants to appear on television. It makes you seem weak, it makes it seem like you can’t handle the situations that are thrown at you. But the uncooked meat has left the taste of disappointment and resentment in her mouth, and she will do anything to get rid of it.

When the parachute falls, it takes a fair amount of strength to look up at it, to let her eyes follow its path instead of glazing over with fatigue. She wants to rest, she wants so desperately to fall asleep, but there is no one to watch her back besides Hunter, who only comes around to check in on her every once in a while, who seemed like he’d be the first to plunge the knife into her back while watching it.

It lands lightly in her lap, and she reads the note, barely able to get a smile onto her face in response.

It’s from mom, of course it is, and it fills her heart with a warm feeling that she was not used to having in her body. Almost as warm as the vomit that’s stained her clothing.

The canteen is much appreciated, and she chugs in down, clearing her mouth of the dry and disgusting feeling that overwhelmed it.

She had heard the cannons, there were five left, it wouldn’t be long now before she knew her fate, saving resources seemed idiotic. With the two canteens she had now accumulated, she slowly walks towards the water, talking the shirt off and soaking it in the liquid.

While the shirt is slowly dampening, she fills the canteens with water and pours it over her body, washing her hair of the dried blood and bits of animal flesh that were still in it, washing her skin clear of the reminders of the horrific act she had been forced to commit.

The gift that kept on giving, was what Glitter gave to her, and after she was clean, she crawls back over to let both her shirt and herself dry, a process that will take forever, given the temperature, so she decides to begin the process now.

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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A large box is attached with a note from Surya Mirga. Inside are five arrows. The note reads: “Hunt them down.”

**this is actually from satine kthxbye

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first time’s the charm || a self-para

By the time other people began landing down below on their own feet, Kahente was even more confused. People were not meant to be able to stand on clouds, right? Or maybe everyone lived on clouds, slept on clouds. Maybe jumping was the wrong choice. It was too late now, it seemed as if she as stuck on the ground with these other people who seemed as if they were just as confused as she was.

That didn’t stop her from looking up at the sky, from seeing the colors that were surrounding them. It made her smile, she didn’t know why the colors appealed to her, but they did. The sound that filled her ears now was that of rushing water, something else that was made her feel overly peaceful, until she heard the sound of someone screaming in the distance.

There was someone who wasn’t confused. A man, older, running at her as if his life depended on it. Maybe his reaction to this confusion was violence, was fighting, was figuring out how he could survive. 

Why her, though? Why was he targeting her? And then she looked behind her and saw the only three objects in this entire place were right there, she was standing in his way. 

As the man continued to charge closer to her, she turned back around, this feeling in the pit of her stomach warning her that him approaching her meant danger, it meant a bad situation for her. But she froze, unsure of what to do, of how to react to this.

Lucky for her, the man paused and grabbed his head as some sort of memory must have come back to him, and a searing pain was sent through Kahente’s head at the same time. A memory, as vivid as if she was reliving the moment all over again.

The second grade, there was this girl in class sitting in front of her. She had long brown hair, freckles, the nicest smile she had ever seen in her entire short life. And there was a mean kid sitting next to her, a mean kid who looked the younger version of the man standing in front of her. He whispered something to his friend behind him about the pretty girl, about how often she cried, about how hard she tried all the time.

Kahente didn’t like that. This girl was kind, caring, smart. This kid saying mean things about her made her mad.

At recess that day, Kahente walked up to the kid and yelled at him for making fun of her friend, told him that he was being mean and that meanness was not nice. The boy laughed at her, told her that she was just a girl, he wasn’t scared of her.

And then she punched him. Hard. In the face.

She could see the blood on her hands now, as if she was back to that moment.

But wait, there was blood on her hands, and a man in front of her grabbing his now bloody nose. And suddenly, she wasn’t in the memory anymore. Suddenly, she was back to real life, and winding up to punch the man again. 

Once she started, she couldn’t stop, as if this mean man was the same kid from years ago and she was making sure that he really learned his lesson.

“Stop being mean,” she said, as climbed on top of the man who was now completely laying on the ground. “No one will like you if you’re mean,” she said, before slamming the man’s head into the ground, watching as the blood began to spill out around him.

“Satine is far better than you ever will be.”

And with that, she stood up again, leaving the now unmoving man on the ground, now on guard for her next attacker.

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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A medium box is attached with a note from trainer Cyprian Huntwell. Inside is a pack of dried fruit. There is no note.

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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A medium box is attached with a note from escort Remy Winslow. Inside are pants and a medium meal. The note reads: “I owe your mom one.”

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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A large box is attached with a note from mentor Glitter Caulder. Inside are a full canteen, five arrows, and 2 granola bars. The note reads: “You can win. Love you.”

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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A large box is attached with a note from mentor Satine Harris. Inside is a backpack containing a medium meal and a bandage. The note reads, "For carrying your things home."