#feather glass

[capitolpuppets-rp]

And so comes an end to the 106th Hunger Games

Our Victor: Sparta Winslow

Total Casualties:

Bloodbath:  Flynn Stahl, Cameron Riggs, Lucas North, Cecilia Weaver, Henry Sykes, Arya Reed, Pierce Hartman and Lyric Folds.

Tally Shaw— Murdered by Birdie Bookk and Talon Andrews

Kayla Switch— Killed by the ghost who possessed her

Danica Carlie— Murdered by Jesse Sprain

Rebekah Mills— Killed by giants

Atom Webster— Trapped by ghosts and eaten by ogres

Jesse Sprain— Murdered by Bay Foster

Sasha Covens— Fatally injured by Jesse Sprain

Matthew Swash— Murdered by Feather Glass

Emerson Gray— Murdered by Bay Foster

Josh Bookk— Fatally poisoned by Birdie Bookk

Bay Foster— Murderred by Talon Andrews

Birdie Bookk— Murdered by Feather Glass

Lyra Cross— Suicide

Feather Glass— Murdered by Talon Andrews

Talon Andrews— Murdered by Sparta Winslow

[talon-andrews]

I've Waited Forever For Now || Final Three

Talon had been hesitant to accept the book. There was no reason for him to fulfill the final request of the boy he’d just murdered. That kid was nothing but a thieving corpse but this wasn’t for him. No. Talon had actually met Sasha during their time in the training center. He knew that the girl was already dead but it had never occurred to him that her silly little storybook still lived on. He’d dismissed the concept of her project as pointless from the very beginning but he had still made that promise. If asked, Talon would swear that it wasn’t loyalty that made him pick up the tattered volume, it was curiosity and the need to keep the drama going. Some time later, he found himself back at the Cornucopia surrounded by an abundance of supplies and tormented by the thoughts of everything he’d left unfinished. As the time passed and the air cooled, however, he began to relax. He’d been keeping track of the cannons. It would be a few more hours before the Fallen were displayed but Talon’s rough estimate placed him in the final three or four. Reclining against the side of the cornucopia, he thought about it. Sparta should have died by now and, most likely Feather had as well. That left Lyra and possibly Josh.  Who else? Talon shrugged to dismiss that thought. There was still a showdown to come but he could afford a little break. He’d just killed the boy from 10, after all. Enjoying a small picnic of water, bread and what was left of the meat, Talon settled into a comfortable position on the ground with Sasha’s notebook on his lap. He opened it to a page at random and willed himself to concentrate. What he found was a poem- or, at least something that fit the description of a poem that Sasha had given him. He understood the words and most of what was detailed on the page but the sentimental value was lost on him. Even so, he turned the page, eager for another distraction. It was then that the ground shook and Talon dropped the book, bracing himself against the Cornucopia’s hard frame. The Gamemakers had used earthquakes before but something told him this was new. A noise followed- something he couldn’t describe beyond instantly dreading it. He turned his head in the direction it had come from, and sure enough, danger was headed straight for him. It came in the form of an enormous scaly beast with wings. Running didn’t even seem like an option. Talon stood and drew his sword as it came closer. Regardless of whoever else was left, this attack seemed like it was meant especially for him. But he was pretty sure that meant it was something he could overcome. His faith in that concept was shaken when he saw that the beast was carrying another tribute. The flash of blonde hair in the sunlight made his heart skip a beat. Feather. Talon held his breath for a moment. He’d never been very good at making plans, preferring to act on impulse and instinct but this challenge would involve agility as well as quick thinking. He breathed a curse word as the beast flew overhead and then lowered itself to only a few feet above his head. That wasn’t fair. How the hell was he supposed to bring down a flying creature? Doing the only thing that made sense, Talon raised his sword and jumped as high as he could into the air. He doubted that he did much damage but there was pressure against his weapon before he was sent spiraling back to the ground. Another horrible cry escaped the creature’s mouth. It dropped a little more and its wings seemed to struggle with the effort of staying aloft. Its clawed feet were level with Talon’s eyes now and he prepared to slash once more at the one he’d managed to strike a moment ago. Before he made that move, however, the beast struck first. Its great mouth opened, revealing rows of impossibly sharp teeth and incredibly foul breath. Talon’s eyes shifted as he tried to avoid direct contact but he ended up looking at Feather. Her mouth was moving rapidly with words he had no hope of hearing or understanding. She wasn’t talking to him. His gaze returned to the nightmare-creature’s open maw just in time to witness another unexpected assault. Fire came at him and it was only out of sheer luck that he jumped just in time to avoid it engulfing his full body. He threw himself to the ground, immediately prepared to get up, run and find another way to bring this creature down but, as he fell, his left side surged with a white-hot searing agony that he needed a few seconds to recognize as damage done by his beastly foe. This was no ordinary fire. Third degree burns would pale in comparison to what his shoulder and upper left arm looked like now. The fabric of his shirt had melted and stuck to what was left of his skin. Blood streamed down that appendage and Talon gasped in horror at the realization that bone was visible at the anguished center of the wound. He couldn’t afford to take another hit like that. Killing the beast was one thing but he still had two or three more tributes to worry about. He thought about the giants he’d escaped days ago. This winged beast could pass for one of their pets and, altogether, they seemed like something a deranged writer could come up with, assuming their goal was to terrify children who were exposed to their manuscript. With that image in his mind, Talon forced himself to stand. He gritted his teeth against the agony but somehow managed to keep his sword steady in his uninjured right arm. He mentally rehearsed a strike before he actually moved but then he was shocked by yet another unexpected arrival. Turning his head to confirm that what he’d seen from the corner of his eye was, in fact, real, he turned his back on the beast for a moment without thinking and he gasped, “Sparta.” 

[capitol-puppetsrp-confessions]

[birdie-bookk-blog]

I Can't Deny The Shadows

That cannon was for Josh. It just had to be. Birdie was on the castle stairway, on her way back to Feather and Pauline when she heard it; and, although she'd been impatiently waiting for the sound, her heart still skipped a beat when it occurred. She'd done. Her reason for coming here was done- proven. All that remained now was to win.... and then face all of Panem and the many questions about how and why she'd killed her only sibling, deceiving him until the very end and proving herself to be the truly insane, evil sister he'd once painted her as. Pausing to catch her breath, she leaded against the wall and tried to picture Josh's bedroom at home. All of the instruments that would never annoy her again. The mess that could be cleaned out and thrown away and forgotten about just as easily as Josh himself. Straightening herself as she continued to the door of Pauline's chamber, Birdie even allowed herself a smile. It wasn't over yet but she was allowed to enjoy this victory. She pushed the door open without hesitance and grinned at the sight of her dragon. "I'm back," she announced, speaking sweetly to her new weapon of choice rather than her accomplice. Feather was on the dragon's back now, leaning over her neck and whispering something. Birdie dismissed that concern as Feather's slight insanity. The ex-Career was hurt and emotionally unstable but she didn't seem like much of a threat. And, as much fun as the two of them might have had together, Feather had to die, along with Talon and Sparta and... Birdie shut her eyes for a brief, pained moment at the thought: Lyra. "Where's Sparta?" She demanded, finally addressing Feather. The girl said nothing at first. Her eyes looked Birdie up and down and there was a hint of unease in her expression. Birdie narrowed her eyes in a silent order for her to hurry up and answer. "She didn't say," Feather whispered finally, speaking cryptically and just loud enough for Birdie to hear. Well, that was interesting. Sparta could have gone virtually anywhere in the arena. Birdie liked to think she'd gone after Talon, now that she had the advantage of him assuming she was still dying. "Whatever," she said, dismissing that thought with a shrug. Motioning for Feather to come down, she gave another order: "Give me my necklace back." She'd never expected immediate compliance. In fact, every time she allowed Feather or Sparta to hold the locket, there seemed to be an increased level of hesitance in giving it back. Pauline had grown used to having all three girls around her but she was still most likely to obey the one who held the gold chain. Naturally, they all felt safer with it around their own neck, but it belonged to Birdie. It had been a gift from her mother before Josh was born. She kept it now as a reminder that, in spite of how little she remembered from that time, she had once been a perfect only child and she would be again. "Feather," she snapped as the girl remained in place, her arms wrapping around Pauline's neck and her lips moving faster than ever as she whispered into the dragon's ear. It was then that an eerie chill of dread rushed through Birdie. She resolved that, when she got the locket back, she would never lend it to Feather again. The alliance between them would have to break sooner or later anyway. She reached subconsciously for one of her throwing knives but, just as her hand closed around the weapon, Pauline opened her great mouth and spat out a burst of flame. Birdie was too stunned to move at first and that moment was all it took for the fire to engulf her. She crumpled to the ground, screaming with all the fury and regret she'd ever felt. Somewhere in her mind, she realized that she would still be able to move- at the very least to crawl away from the dragon's immediate range but her face had taken the worst of the assault. She touched a hand to her head but she could already tell that most of her hair was gone and the skin beneath it was red. A warm liquid streamed over her forehead and down her nose and chin. In one horrified second, she recognized it as her own blood. Her eyes had been sealed shut as though the flesh of her eyelids had melted, leaving her burning eyes swollen and sightless. "No!" She screamed, rolling on the ground in a useless panic over the pile of golden coins she'd collapsed in. Even of the sound of her screaming, Birdie could hear movement. An enormous being had shifted and, although she couldn't see it, she knew it hovered over her body. She let out a final, desperate howl before it came down and crushed her into a lump of blood, bone and useless flesh. A thin crimson stream rushed over the golden treasures on the ground and Feather Glass affectionately stroked Pauline's scales. Staring at the door Birdie had left open, she leaned in and whispered another order for the dragon.

[talon-andrews]

The Sound of Violence || Talon and Feather

Feather might not realize it but just in their brief conversation, she'd gotten a little too close to finding out the truth. Talon's original intent had been to dismiss her. Getting her to feel bad about herself would have been an added bonus but Feather had managed to keep up and even start to turn the tables. Talon hated her for even thinking she could justify her actions or state of mind at that point. Spending the rest of the afternoon training had been enough to take his mind off the issue but it was late now and Talon found himself in front of the TV on their floor. They never seemed to show anything unrelated to the Games but that was fine with him. He found a rerun of the 74th edition and willed himself to focus on it. At the sound of footsteps, he tensed. "I'm not moving," he called without bothering to see who he was addressing. "And I'm not changing the channel." He could have been asking to be left alone. He could have also been asking to be challenged. Even Talon didn't know for sure.