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[sabrinakisner]

Location:

Erudite compound (East).

Allies:

Lonely bird.

Weapons:

2 Daggers, Sword.

Items:

Flare gun w/1 flares, Coil of wire, Wrench.

Injuries:

Concussion from fight with Cinch.

Notes:

Freaking the freak out.

[death-before-dishonor-daunt-blog]

The Fallen || Limon || OS

I wake to the booming of drums. An anthem blares and I groan, shifting against Lianu as she stirs beside me. I blink a few times, my eyes adjusting as a television screen I hadn't noticed before suddenly flashes on. Lianu rubs her eyes as I squint, trying to make out the image on the screen. And suddenly it comes into focus. I see Melodee, smiling sweetly as she punches a girl I don't recognize straight in the jaw. I press my eyes shut as she slits the girl's throat, thankful I can't hear the sounds of her gurgling as she chokes on her own blood. Lianu lets out a whimper, and I pull her close, my chin resting on the top of her head.

My chest tightens as I see Fabio appear on the screen, my heart sinking as I watch another girl who's name I don't recall threatening him with a sword. Then suddenly, the tables turn. In an instant I'm watching my friend snap the girl's neck effortlessly, as if he were doing an everyday task. I can feel my stomach turn as I start to lose faith in my faction. These were people I called friends yesterday, and today they walk around taking lives as if they were nothing. l turn to Lianu, watching her grit her teeth, her hand sliding down to thread her fingers through mine as she starts to shake. I rub her shoulder, knowing it won't help. I can't give her the kind of comfort she needs. No one can.

Next Dorian appears and I have to close my eyes. I am so disgusted with my faction right now, I'm almost ashamed to be one of them. I look back in time to see him plunging a knife into some boy's neck and I can feel the bile rising in my throat. I can hear Lianu choke back a sob as another of her faction is slaughtered by another one of mine. Isa, who I went to get tattoos with Just a week ago, is now grinning, blood splattered onto her face as she drives a hatchet into the head of one of the youngest tributes. I rub Lianu's arm, trying to comfort her as I fight the nausea building inside of me. 

As the next two kills flash onto the screen, I scratch at my arm nervously, wondering how long it will take for me to become like these faces on the screen. What will be the moment that pushes me over the edge; that turns me into a killer. I shudder at the thought as the sight of Artemis' lip body falling to the ground finally breaks Lianu. She sobs into my chest as I shake, remembering the redhead's smile when we baked together; her laugh when I managed to draw it out of her. I hold Lianu in silence as the anthem ends and the screen goes dark. And suddenly it hits me. Those cannons; they weren't some kind of attack or a warning sign. They were signals of death. In the blink of an eye, seven people were dead. And I know it's not brave, but I can't help but wonder how long it will take until Lianu and I find ourselves on that screen.

[verity-hallowswofm]

Tributes in the Sky with Diamonds || One Shot

Taking a small sip of the water and eating one of the rolled up fruit strips, I considered what it would be like to smoke in my small room, whether I'd be consumed in the grey plumes as they wrapped around themselves and swooped along the walls and lingered on, a welcome cover now, when all that I wanted to do was disappear. Placing the white tip of the menthol cigarette between my lips, I run the pad of my thumb against the rough edge of the matchbook, feeling like a blind woman feeling for her world to ensure that it's real and still there. Breaking a match away, I hesitate as the strains of what I'd learned to be the Capitol's anthem blared over the arena and I scooted out of my room to watch out of the window, igniting my cigarette as I watched, the theory being that the tributes would be concentrating on "The Fallen" rather than looking for purple grey plumes expelled into the atmosphere.

Frosty tendrils of fear and upset crept into my chest as I inhaled the toxins of my smoke and watched Alexia and Ayden meet their ends, two members of my faction that I barely knew but out here, they were the closest thing that I had to home in a mix of people that would likely band together by faction. The thought didn't make sense but at the same time brought me a clarity that I'd never understood. The rest of the tributes continued to die before my eyes and I pulled my jacket around me, as if to protect myself from the images before me, but still. I needed to watch, that sick compulsion that makes you slow down while walking past a tragic accident, just to get a glimpse. In my mind I told myself that it was to see who was already willing to kill, knowing already that it would be the dauntless initially and then the rest would have their hands forced by the dire situation we found ourselves in. Sabrina's quasi-victories over the two tributes I'd never met shocked me considering that we'd met briefly in the Capture the Flag arena, I'd make sure that I didn't underestimate her again now that the real fight had begun.

I'd not prepared myself for the next fight, watching Artemis lose her life so easily against two tributes. I silently mourned her as the anthem played out and the sky turned darker than it had before The Fallen began. Now that one more bright light had gone out here in the Arena.

Retrating to the storage room, I closed the door behind me and slinked against the wall. Waiting for sleep to claim me and waiting for the morning to bring on the new horror. Finally, I slipped into a fitful sleep, my mind racing at the nightmares of tomorrow. 

[verity-hallowswofm]

Explosions || One Shot.

Standing my sword up so that it was parallel to the ceiling, I gripped the wooden ruler in my hand, resting it against the sharp edge of the blade as a cellist would as they prepared to play a prelude. With a precise movement, I drew the wood across the metal, feeling the satisfying crunch as the sword bit into the grain of the ruler and disengaged itself through the end leaving a diagonal chunk missing from the measuring instrument. Repeating the process on the other side, the ruler resembled an arrow with a blunted end, the point not quite sharp until I ran it along the blade a few more times. Finally, I had a makeshift stake that would fit into the pocket opposite my switchblade, another weapon should I be shirked of mine. 

The compass was sharp enough, it's two prongs jutting out of the tips of the mathematical device, this was right at home in the Erudite compound and as I thought about it, I wondered whether I would have been able to belong here too. The girl that tested Erudite but stayed in a faction that loathed her very name because of the sins of the mother, passed down to her through no fault of her own. My prison was family, that unstable man back in District 13 that slowly lost his mind as I found mine becoming brash and stubborn in the ruins of a home, taking on the responsibilities of a parent at too young an age, looking after Father and myself. I shook it all off though, the questions of "what if" that lurked above me as I sat in my tiny hideaway, it was all too late to regret what I'd left behind. I had to look towards the future. Resting the compass on the ground, I brought the handle of the sword crashing down upon the arms of the plastic, cracking it and then breaking it to access the thin metal needles within, each about an inch long and sharp enough to prick against my finger as I picked them up. 

Replacing all of my supplies in my pack, I gripped the padded strap of the backpack, bringing it close to my face to concentrate as I threaded the small metal spike into the fabric and back out again to secure it in place as a last resort, there I could hold it between my teeth and use it against an attacker. As I laid my plan, I heard the cannon rock the building, loud and clear above me somewhere as another tribute laid out their lives for a game they weren't meant to be a part of. The second soon followed as the silence that settled between them hummed in the marrow of my bones, freezing me against the stone wall at my back that seemed to be the only tangible thing at that fixed point in time. The third cannon sounded and I felt the jolt bring me back to myself, staring down at my own hands, setting up contingencies and brutalities for the people around me. The juxtaposition that fought inside me threatened to choke as I pushed my pack away and dropped the second needle so that it sang against the dusty marble floor, the piercing ring mocking my weakness as I couldn't bear the thought of three more people being dead after the unknown amount dead at what the Capitol had called "The Bloodbath." I could feel everything crashing down on me at once, the adrenaline crying out in my veins as it finally died away and gave way to shock that made me shake more than the stony cold of the Erudite building. 

The only heat in the small room as I retrieved my pack to continue my plans was the white-hot tears that fell involuntarily down my cheeks, searing against my skin as I silently mourned for the tributes that were already dead. I cried those silent tears for myself as well, curled up with my arms wrapped around my knees as I finally let go of the girl that I'd always been at home and looked ahead to the monster that I would have to be.

[sabrinakisner]

Asylum || Arena OS || Day One

My legs took me as far into the Erudite compound as I could force them too. Everything seemed out of its place, the world as I knew it slowly collapsing around me.

When I felt a remote sense of safety, I immediately stopped in my tracks and frantically looked around. There was no one, at least not that I could see. Still and since you better be safe than sorry, I sat down in the darkest corner around and clutched one of the daggers against my chest.

They were dead.

Both of them.

Life sucked away by my own hands.

The dagger fell on my lap and I raised my hands in front of my face. There was nothing I could do for them now, certainly sitting here and having to cover my mouth not to call potential passersby’ attention with my sounds is not going to help.

So I sit here, taking deep breaths and trying to control my breathing. I can feel my mental sanity slipping away through the cracks, opening new ones. For all I know, I’m not even myself anymore.

[miles-winsted]

If I die,go on Oprah and tell the world that I loved kittens || A-Team

The four of us were standing huddled together on the train. The wind whipping around us as it travelled through the replica of Thirteen. I’d never seen this side of the city and I had definitely never thought I’d be train jumping like one of the crazy Dauntless. But here we were; waiting silently for the train to slow before jumping off to possible injury and death in our quest to go back to Amity.

My grip on Chessa’s fingers tightened as we drew closer to the drop off point and I dropped a kiss on her forehead as both apprehension and excitement bubbled up inside of me. “Hold tight to everything we have, who knows what is out there or if we are travelling headlong into a trap.”

[verity-hallowswofm]

When I Think Of Home || One Shot.

The buildings continued as the wind whipped around the stone and mortar, the tarmac under my feet feeling strangely familiar although I knew that it wasn't real. 

Although nobody was following, I didn't dare to stop until I was able to hide away safely. I didn't want to be ambushed by a sneaky tribute that was faster and smarter than me, not that I thought there were many other that could outsmart me here, when I'd taken in most of everything about this city in the time I'd spent alone, and here I was again, alone in my city, even if there wasn't anything surround me that made me comfortable.

Finally, I noticed the larger building that I knew to be the Erudite headquarters, the structure of cold twisted steel and sheer glass reflecting the raw light of day. With my heart pounding from exertion of running for my life from the bloodbath, I pushed open the doors and stepped into the headquarters of my neighbour faction. 

"Let's see what happens here." I whisper to myself, the echo bouncing off the walls as I begin to explore.

[fincheverett]

Kill Or Be Killed || Post Bloodbath OS

My heart was pounding as Cason and I ran as quickly as we could north. I had managed to grab a dagger and a taser, not too bad since I did my best not to stop running. In and out. Though they might not be the best weapons, at least it was something.

Still running, I glanced around us, looking for immediate threats. The crazy Abnegation kid had been behind us, but I couldn't see him, so he must have doubled back or something. There was a flash of blue a bit ahead of us, but it seemed like it would be okay to slow down, for now, anyway.

My lungs were burning and I slowed up, gesturing for Cason to do the same. His nose looked busted, but I figured I could reset it when we were out of harms way, or rather, when we slightly more safe.

His face was blank, almost cold. Part of me wanted to know what he had been like in Dauntless, but most of me didn't want to know. Hopefully he was just taking a moment to block everything out that had happened. My muscles were burning as I took quick stock. He held a large sword in his right hand, but also a dagger.

I was glad our shirts were a deep blue color, unlike the unfortunate bright red of the Amity kids. I tuck my taser in the waistband of my pants, holding the dagger tightly in my right hand.

I knew at least one kid had been killed, Solomon, and I felt my chest tighten. Though we weren't close or anything, I had grown up with him, we were in the same class. He would have made an excellent doctor, brilliant, just like his father before him.

Shaking my head, I push those thoughts out of my head. This was not the time for sentimentality. I glanced back at Cason. He was showing no expression, and I had no idea how well he was holding up. I wanted to reach for his hand, but they were both gripping his weapons tightly.

On high alert, I listened for the crunch of a boot and looked for any flashes of color. I see movement ahead and blue shining out against black. Sabrina. Looking over at Cason, I know what we have to do. It's kill or be killed.