#cotcday2

[liliahwinters-blog]

Alliance: All By Myseeellf 

Weapon/Pack: Pickaxe

Position in the arena: In the Field Near The Mountain (North of the Cornucopia)

Important events of the day: 

Woke up in complete darkness

Heard my parents voices calling out to me, and considered taking my life

Ran farther north to escape their cries.

[nara-d7-blog]

Forever Night || Day 2 OS

I hadn’t eaten or drank anything since the Capitol suite. And my stomach was not agreeing with my mishaps.

My stomach started to curl again as I twisted my legs together and held my head in my hands. After waking up to complete darkness, I felt my body practically begging for some kind of source of energy. But every move made my stomach hurt even more. As if on command, a parachute floated down next to my sloppy-rolled up sleeping bag. Thankfully, the aggravating dark training refreshed some of my picked up skills. I could travel up higher without wishing for night vision goggles but I’d have to focus and advance my own hearing.

After three worrying canons I slowly picked at the soup and green apple, knowing that the slower a human ate the more full they would seem to become. Footsteps started to tap quietly up the hill. My breath caught in my throat in fear, I shouldn’t fear anyone it would make me more vulnerable but as much as I said I wanted to just die and see the after life, I was not ready. Quietly I scooted closer to the boulder in hiding. The pitter patter of walking soon faded, a couple screams echoed, a canon, then returning footsteps.

I remember reading in the library about human sacrifices, somehow the sounds of a homicide reminded me. There were rituals for each certain sacrifice such as chants, certain cuts, the way each person was murdered and where for what reason. It was an odd subject to get into, but most had reasons for sacrifices whether it was for rain or a ritual to get something in return from the Gods.

I slid the sleeping bag under my left arm and started to make my way higher up the mountain after hearing a faint splash. On the hike to the peak of the arena the air got a bit more chillier signaling that night was coming soon. The one thing that frightened me when night came was no watch out, I was all on my own and had to depend on my unconscious body to react fast enough.

Faintly, I could see the swinging of a rope hanging off the bridge as the waterfall roared.

The fallen's anthem breached through the arena's dead silence. A few faces passed in the sky as my heart beat started to pick up, there were four canons through the day. My nails dug into the sleeping bag, waiting for the last picture to form into Isobel's appearance.

I bit down on the side of my cheek, waiting for the universal deceased song to cut off and squeezed my eyes shut. Isobel couldn't have died, she had to have some kind of alliance. How could they let her sweet soul down? How could Gabriel? She was too kind, too friendly to just die in the process of fighting for what she desired for, but I guess that's what we're all here for.

I kissed three of my fingers before holding them up to the sky.

[liliahwinters-blog]

Help Us || Day of Darkness || Liliah

I woke up from my slumber in my makeshift camp, that wasn’t really a camp at all.  It was just a bit of grass I patted down and my pickaxe held tightly in my hand.  I expected it to be bright out, but when I opened my eyes, I saw nothing at all.  It was completely black.  I am barely able to make out shapes in front of me, and it is noticeably colder.  Was it still night time?  Did I not sleep as long as I thought?

All of a sudden, I heard something.  I didn’t have time to worry about the dark, or my aching belly, in desperate need of food and water.  I quickly stood, holding up my pickaxe and frantically turning in all directions.

“Liliah!  Help us!”  I heard.  I turned.  

“Who’s there!”  I yelled.  What was going on?  Who was calling me?

“Liliah, please!  We’re going to die! Save us!”  I heard someone cry.

“Who are you?  Where are you?  I can’t see you!”

“We’re dying Liliah, save us please!”  

“Please, I don’t know what to do!”  I screamed, beginning to cry.

“LILIAH!”  I heard a woman scream.  My head shot towards the sound.  I knew that voice, it was my mom. 

“Mother?”  I asked softly, walking towards the source of the sound, lowering my pickaxe slightly.

“Yes dear, please, come help me, I’m dying.”  She called to me.  Tears rushed down my face.

“Mother, I don’t know where you are!”  I told her.

“I’m right here dear!” She voiced.  I turned, to face the sound.  “Look at me darling!” I turn again, the sound now coming from a different direction.  She kept shouting my name, all the sounds coming from different angles.

“Mommy please! I don’t know where you are!” I sobbed.

“Help us princess!  We’re going to die!”  Another voice said.

“Daddy?”  I cried out.

“Save us princess!”  He cried.  I fell into a heap on the ground as they shouted at me, the voices surrounding me.  I covered my ears, wanting to just die.  

“I want to go home.”  I cried through my sobs.  “I want to go home!”  The voices grew louder.  I wanted to scream.  I held up my pickaxe, ready to end it.  Ready to give it all up.  I couldn’t take this, it was too much.  This was unfair, and just plain cruel.

After my moment of weakness,  I stopped.  I had made a promise to myself when I came out of that tube.  I was not going down as a coward.  I was a fighter and a soldier.  I will not bow down.  I stood slowly, grabbing my pickaxe..  I began to walk further and further north, blocking out the voices in the distance.  After a while, I couldn’t hear them anymore.  I sighed, shrinking back down in the the grass and pulling my knees into my stomach.

Why me?

[andre-galin]

There's no Logic in Death || Career Alliance

After that bloody fight, I run back to Miriam and Gabriel. "Just fantastic," I whisper to myself, adrenaline still running through. Abigail and Isobel are dead and I know that this is going to affect our alliance but maybe Gabe has a chance of showing me what we're talking about last night. There's no way I'm letting this fall apart.

"Come on," I say, cutting Gabriel down to get his feet back on the ground and then kneeling besides Miriam. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." I shook her by her shoulders. 

[cashmere-cawl]

Fishin' In The Dark || One shot Day 2

I woke up as a sharp pain in my shoulder traveled in my entire body. As my eyes open, I find the arena still drowned in the dark. My eyes are having trouble adjusting. I feel like it is morning but the sun has not risen.  It’s pretty cold. I rolled the sleeping bag and put it in the pack. I slowly transferred everything in one backpack to allow me to move. My leg and shoulder were still painful but I could manage to limp a little bit, move from this dangerous area. Slipping on the night vision goggles, I let my eyes adjust to the green light. Suddenly I felt reassured as I saw much better than before. My heart stopped racing as I listened for any noise.

I walked closer to the pound to fill in both canteens with fresh water. As I concentrated my eyes on the water, I noticed small fishes swimming in the fresh water. I smiled at their speed. They couldn’t be happier in their pound here. I bit my lip thinking of how good they must be. My stomach gurgled and I knew I had to try. I sat down on the floor letting my leg rest and took out the hat I had found in Talon’s backpack.

Concentrating on their speed and trying to anticipate their movements, I plunged the hat and pulled it up hoping to have caught one. First try – 0 fishes. Second try – 0 fishes. Who would even try to fish in the dark? There was only me to do this. My stomach gurgled again and I tried more times. After a dozen attempts, I managed to catch a fish. It looked bright judging by the goggles light. It jumped up and down in the hat. Grabbing one knife, I cut the head of the fish ending its life and managed to get the flesh out. They were little but their flesh was tasty.

With my strong will, I managed to catch two more and ended up eating the three little fishes uncooked. My stomach had calmed down. I sat back against the tree and thought through everything that had happened to me in the week. People I had met. People who died. People I killed. A tear dropped on my cheek. I looked down at my arm and thigh which were painful today again. I had decisions to make… before someone find me.