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yahoo me ( chase x noah ) get me ( mia x gavin )
Bachelor parties were stupid. And by stupid, they were stupid when you put Noah Western and Chase Dawson anywhere unsupervised with alcohol, close to guns.
This wasn’t that one time that everyone knew about, but the time no one ever heard of with a scar no one ever saw.
Noah shot him. In the arm. When he was aiming for a beer can sitting atop Chase’s head.
Realistically, this could have been worse.
Chase was screaming, and Noah was insisting that he was a baby. They should have went to Emily, Ryleigh, or anyone with some sort of medical background, but Noah insisted that from the time Ryleigh sewed him up, he was a professional and he could handle this.
He forced the bottle of Jack into Chase’s hand, simultaneously shoving his belt in Chase’s mouth to bite down on while Noah sterilized the needle.
At least he knew that much before he started digging.
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Gavin didn’t know who was more stupid: drunk Mia or pregnant Mia.
Gavin thought that Mia was only going out because she was feeling fat and undesirable, and he might have agreed to how she looked, but only jokingly. Maybe. With Gavin, you could never really tell, but he could see it in her eyes over her glass of lemon water she wasn’t having fun.
Of course, Gavin found fun in a blonde who was trying to tell him she was a ballerina. Or a Vegas show girl. He honestly couldn’t remember, but he wasn’t paying attention till some guy stood next to Mia trying to buy her a drink.
Gavin didn’t know the details, but he knew that drink ended up all over this guys head, and while Gavin was laughing, the persistent bastard didn’t seem amused so he hovered, and he honed in on Mia.
For the record, Gavin would deny all claims here after.
He got in the middle with a shove and a poorly executed punch before he screamed run, falling onto the floor and crawling between bodies while Mia shoved between groups of overly happy women, towards the door, laughing.
Neither of them said anything because neither of them had to, he just poured what was left of his flask into his milkshake and offered her to cheers.
Bloodbath Part 6: Chase, Damien, Deja & Charlotte
Damien put himself in ready position, the clock was ticking down and he had no time to lose in the Bloodbath. He practically towered over every other tribute when he was on the podium, then the gong sounded and the only object he was focused on was an axe. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the smaller, more petty tributes scurry around for any type of weapons or supplies.
The Capitol practically handed him the weapon of his choice, it was lying right in front of his podium and on the side lines of the scattered weapons. He reached the weapon in little time but knew that an axe wouldn’t keep him alive the whole time, he needed survival. Damien whipped his head in the direction of the closest pack that was titled C and snatched it up from the ground. The boy was already sweating; the wooden structure was almost too hot for a regular human being. Other tributes were fighting for their lives by killing, while others ran to the most safety they could get in the arena. Damien put the pack through both of his arms, held his axe in his right hand and started to run east, zig zagging through the tributes and weapons till he could claim himself safe as well.
Items sprawled in front of us, beckoning us closer to the center to try and shed blood. As Deja stared ahead, he spotted his boomerang, realizing that all the weapons were what our weapon of choices was. He smirked, knowing that he had no intention of grabbing his but he did manage to spot what stood out to him. With a deep breath he watched the clock and sprung off the platform, dashing forward. As I ran I veered to the left, passing behind Lana and went to push Oliver. Deja wanted his Taser and he figured he was going for it. As he tried pushed him, he aimed and shoved him in the path that Charlotte was running, knocking him into her but he missed and Oliver picked up the Taser for his own. Right next to it was Pack A which he scooped up and held around my wrist to use as a rustic blockade if someone were to throw something at him. Immediately next to Pack A he saw the sticks of dynamite. He reached down to get one and grabbed it from the pile.
With items in his hands, he turned to run away when he remembered that all of Panem was watching. If he was going to play the games with a resetting memory, he figured he needed the help of those watching later in the games. He remembered Imogen had wanted something exciting and that’s what he had planned for her. How he remembered? Well, he was sure he could show off that trick later, but for now, he had to deal with the fact that Charlotte was rushing at me with a metal pipe.
This is the moment that she’s been silently dreading. The heat of the structure brings back memories of the steam room that makes Charlotte wince. The few times she has been punished she was put into that dark and murky steam room for hours. The temperature is hot but bearable. At the gong she jets off for the metal pipe. As soon as she has it in her grasp she turns back and runs straight towards the District 9 boy.
It felt just like spears and trident training with Adelaide, having to duck and jump over her swings. Eventually he raised his wrist, letting the pack cushion the blow of the pipe. While Charlotte was gripping the pipe, I kicked her as hard as he could. She fell back, trying to regain her footing. She once again tried to swing the pipe but he caught it with his hand, ignoring the swelling and gripping my end of it. He yanked it free from her hand and whacked her round the head with it causing her body to slam against the Cornucopia walls. She began to crawl away but he took the pipe and repeatedly hit her in the skull with it until her face was unrecognisable, after seeing enough blood he made his way to the cornucopia. He stayed on top of the cornucopia until everyone else had left, After deeming it safe, he hopped off the cornucopia, sweeping the remainder of the bloodbath for any items left behind only to find that they were all gone. With all his items gathered, he decided to move South, feeling good about the option to either stay inside or move outdoors in this hot and sweaty house.
Chase’s palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy. He’d been trained for this moment, but no level of simulation of practise back in district four could prepare him for the nerve-wrecking reality of what was about to occur. Within minutes, he could be dead. Anybody could be. Glancing around, he didn’t recognise either tribute standing on the platforms beside him. In some ways, it made it easier, but part of him longed for the familiar faces of Alex, Charlotte and Mika. His attempt to locate them was cut short as a robotic voice began counting down. Chase took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Panic wasn’t going to help anything.
He crouched into a running position, and scanned the field of weapons. A grin crossed his face as he located the one and only trident, lying almost opposite his platform. Unless either of the tributes beside him got there first, he should reach it in time. With ever second the robot voice counted down, his heartbeat increased. Blocking out everything but his target, his eyes narrowed and his feet pushed gently against the floor of the platform, rocking him slowly back and forwards. For a short sprint such as this would be, he needed as much thrust as possible.
The final seconds counted down, and there was a brief, split second of silence before the chaos began. Chase pushed down hard on his legs, forcing himself forwards, one target in mind. The trident. Ignoring the tributes around him, he sprinted as fast as he could, until it lay inches from his feet. In one swift movement, he swept his arm down and grabbed the weapon, using the shaft to push against the ground and let him turn direction quicker. He paused, seeing a pack F laying feet away from him. There were other tributes around now, but deciding it would be worth the risk, he moved and pulled it over his shoulder, before continuing with his original plan.
He could see Damien – the only tribute he truly wanted dead – in the corner of his eye, but ignored him. He would have his chance. Chase ran away from the cornucopia, leaving the battle behind him and heading south.