Titus Galloway | 18 | District 1 | Career | Second Son | RP Blog | FC: Paul Wesley ----------------------------------------------------- "Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future." - John F. Kennedy
It was almost funny, I thought as I felt Juniper's dagger slide down my spine, wreaking havoc along the way. I had killed my district partner to save her life, and here she was taking mine. Such was the nature of the Games. I had a moment of weakness, her sad, dejected expression getting the better or me for just a moment. That moment cost me my life.
My vision burned as I stared at the bloodied snow in front of me, unable to blink. She had destroyed my neural tract, damaging it beyond repair. As boring as I thought the class was, I actually attended the anatomy class we were required to take. It was more focused towards pressure points and weak spots, but it was still an anatomy class.
My heart was slowing, the muscle clenching harder as it tried to pump blood that was no longer there. My lungs begged for oxygen, but with no blood, there was no oxygen to be spared. My vision began to get hazy and I knew my brain was suffocating too.
All I could think of was my brother, sitting on the ground in front of the screen as usual, his eyes staring at my torn and bloodied body. I had failed him. I had broken the promise I'd made to him. The same promise that Magnus had made to me.
I would not be coming home. The title of Victor had slipped through my fingers. So close, and yet, not close enough.
My family had never been particularly religious. Not many people were, well, at least not in District One. The only person I knew that was was Flux. His family had always fallen in the margins. They were poorer, less well know, and of lower status. I guess being religious was just another difference between him and the rest of us.
When we were younger, before the teasing and bullying began, he used to tell me about it. About the life that waited for us after this one. He would say that we would be welcomed to the next world with trumpets and music and laughter. That the place we would go was for the good, and that there would be no more pain or suffering, only celebration and light.
A city of angels.
I had scoffed at that. I would ask him how there could there be a place better than this one, than District One. He would just give a sad sort of smile, before turning away. Now I wished I had given his stories more of my time. Could it really have been true? Was there a second chance waiting for me?
While I didn't consider myself evil or anything, I knew that I wasn't necessarily good. Would there be a place for me in this new world? Did it even exist? As I felt my heart beat for the last time, I hoped there was.
With no more oxygen for my brain, I felt myself fade away, and all that was left was darkness.
I sat up suddenly, my heart pounding loudly in my ears and I my eyes worked to take in my surroundings. Standing slowly, I began to walk absently, trying to understand what had happened or how I had gotten here. I was no longer in my bloodied jacket and my wounds seemed to be healed. I felt like I should have been worried, suspicious, but I wasn't. There was no pain or fear or sorrow, just contentment and light.
I looked around, realizing that I was on a street, much like they had in One or Panem. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I felt someone bump into me, rushing off in the direction I had come. Suddenly I was surrounded by people, some speeding by as if they were late, and others moving at more of my speed. Despite the fact that some were only feet away, I couldn't quite make out their faces.
A moment later, my attention was drawn back to the area right in front of me, as the crowd seemed to part. My eyes widened as I recognized the figure standing before me. "Magnus?" I breathed out, standing stock still.
He grinned widely, his arms open wide, and staring down out himself. "Looks like it, little brother."
I felt tears come to my eyes at the sound of his voice, and before I knew it, my legs were pushing me forward befor I flung my arms around him. He looked a bit older, but other than that, it was like nothing had changed. His hair still stood up here and there and his crooked grin light and jovial.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked, throwing his arm around my shoulders and ruffling my hair.
Smiling widely, I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. We walked down the street, the crowd having returned patting us on the back before moving on. I had no idea where I was or where I was going or even if any of this was real, but it didn't matter anymore. I felt a sense of contentedness that I hadn't felt in years.
Other: Coil of Wire, Ski Goggles, Golden Key, Vial of Poison, Two Man Tent, and Survival Pack (7 Matches, 2 Lengths of Fishing Line, Fish Hook, Bait, 3 Iodine Tablets, 3 Glucose Tablets)
Injuries: Stab wound to the side and a deep cut to the shin (Kind of cleaned and bound), Superficial cuts and bite wound from the wolves (healing)
Notable Events
Woke to a heavy fog surrounding our cabin and ventured out in order to avoid being cornered again.
'Ran into' Quinn and the male from Seven alone. It was clear that the other two had been killed. Got fucking angry when the male threw a knife at me.
Killed the fucker from Seven after getting a shit ton of injuries and ended up spearing Quinn in order to save Juniper.
Had a guilt trip during the Fallen reel when I watched as Juniper killed Quinn, but I regret nothing. The bitch chose to Ally herself with those idiots in the first place.
The sound of the Capitol's music blared above overhead, and this time I woke, glancing out the window and up at the sky. Beside me, Juniper stirred, but didn't wake. I had missed the Fallen display from the night before, but it didn't matter, since I already knew who died. If there were any more than Quinn's two allies, that would just be a happy surprise for me.
First up came the crazy girl from Six, and I watched with a furrowed brow as she and another girl, the female from Five I thought, argued loudly before fighting. The canon sounded loudly on the footage as the female from Six brought her hatchet down on the other girl's head after cutting off her arm.
I still didn't know what the fuck her angle was, but my gut had been right about one thing: the psycho bitch was a threat. Next up came the male from Seven's picture, followed by footage of our fight. It was almost surreal, watching it projected high in the sky after living it, but I couldn't help the slight grin that came to my face as I watched myself kill the boy with the same scissors he had stabbed me with.
The next image up was Quinn's and I felt my stomach drop slightly. She and Juniper's fight was as intense as my own was. Watching Quinn pin down the girl beside me, digging her knife into her arm for fun brought a frown to my face. I knew what was going to happen next. She kicked herself free, I threw my spear, and then, with her face distorted almost beyond recognition, I watched as June slid the knife across Quinn's throat.
It was almost funny, when I thought about it. Both she and the male had died at the hands of the weapon they tried to kill us with. Closing my eyes, I reran the footage over again in my mind. Though I hadn't noticed when I lived it, watching the footage had been quite enlightening. In her last moment, she had just enough strength to flip me off. Typical.
While part of me felt guilty, at one point she and I had almost been friends, the larger part of myself squashed it without mercy. Quinn had chosen her fate when she chose to exclude me from her Alliance. When she chose that idiot cow herder and her skank of a half sister over me.
The last death was off that fat bitch from Twelve by Liucija. While it didn't surprise me, I was impressed by the female from Two's resilience and bloodlust. It was clear she would be the biggest threat. Either her or the female from Four, if the blonde was still alive, anyway.
As the sky once again went dark, I did my best to relax a bit. My leg was throbbing painfully, but I had already taken the one Morphling pill that had been in one of the packs. Settling down once more, I held a throwing knife in one hand with my spear close to my other, before falling into a deep sleep.
As the fog lifted, Titus felt the fight drain out of him. Struggling to his feet, he surveyed the carnage surrounding him and Juniper. The intense feeling of rage had gone and all he was left with was a full body of pain. He limped over to Quinn's body, pulling his spear back out, and wiping the blood on the snow. "We should grab what we can and hide the rest." He said solemnly, rolling Quinn slightly to pull her pack off and shoving the smaller weapons into the pack.
The two wandered around the area, gathering the additional weapons that had been lost in their fight, before moving in the direction that Quinn and Gideon had come from. Finally they came upon a torn up cabin, and it was clear that there had been a fight earlier, but Titus wasn't worried.
Entering, the two dumped their load onto the ground, sorting through what all they had managed to collect. Titus almost leapt for joy when he recognized a lone morphling tablet in the pile, snatching it up before Juniper could see it and dry swallowing it. The pain relief was quick, and Titus knew that he had to do as much as he could before the pain returned once more.
He quickly reset her nose, before using the plastic sheet found in Quinn's survival kit, they began fashioning makeshift bandages from the destroyed furniture and the plastic. June's arm was in pretty rough shape, though his left leg was too. That fight with Quinn and Gideon had done a real number on the two. While his walking was shaky and dependent on a crutch of some sort, Juniper's arm and hand had been severely damaged, wherein any sort of motor movements caused her immense pain.
After patching themselves up, they began sorting through the pile. They found that they had in total, two axes, 15 throwing knives, a bow with 5 arrows, a filleting knife, a flare Gun with 1 flare, Serrated Sword, a dagger, a spear, a sword, an Xacto knife, a wrench, a bloody pair of scissors and a carving knife. Additionally there was a coil of wire, ski goggles, pack of six batteries, 2 slices of chocolate fudge cake, space blanket and 4 iodine tablets, a vial of poison, night vision goggles, a two man tent, compact mirror, a pack of five non-lubricated condoms, 4 pack of fruit pastilles, one cheese and tomato sandwich and 1 litre of Jamaican ginger beer and a random golden key.
They began dividing up the goods, splitting the sandwich and each taking a slice of cake while swapping the drink back and forth. Titus claimed an axe, the serrated sword, the carving knife and 7 of the throwing knives, as well as the scissors he had killed Gideon with, his spear, the wrench, the vial of poison 2 of the fruit pastilles, the ski goggles, and the golden key, leaving the rest for Juniper. Throwing their supplies into one pack each, as well as their individual survival kits, the readied themselves to move on.
The food and rest had reenergized them, to a degree, and they stepped back out into the cold air in hopes of finding a new cabin. They moved slowly, Titus using his spear as a crutch and Juniper holding her damaged arm tightly as they travelled, night fast approaching. After what was easily two hours, they stumbled upon a new cabin (the pink circle made out of ginger bread if I remember correctly).
Both were weary of such a strange cabin, but with the sun almost set, they knew there wasn't any other options and decided to set up camp for the night. He was somehow still surprised when she offered to let him under the space blanket, but accepted readily, the fabric of his jacket and snow pants being torn up and providing little protection from the cold. They didn't speak a word, instead choosing to use the time they had to let themselves recuperate from such a taxing battle.
In From The Cold || Arena OS (We're at the black dot now bc our other cabin is shit)
After what felt like ages, I opened my eyes to see Juniper sitting on the floor across from me with our weapons laid out beside her. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between the pain in my leg and the exhaustion of fighting off a pack of wolves, the idea of staying awake any longer was unbearable. With my newfound trust, I figured now would be the best time to rest.
It was then that I smelled it. The scent was savory and rich, wafting through the air. At some point Juniper must have received food from a sponsor. My stomach twisted at that thought. She had gotten a sponsor and I hadn’t? Before I could feel the anger set in, though, she noticed I was awake.
"My family sent it." She said, moving to sit next to me. I was surprised when she offered me a bite, but said nothing. The smell of food seemed to have awakened my system which had been in emergency mode. Now that I was out of danger, comparatively, it saw it fit to remind me that I had yet to eat. By the looks of outside, a few hours had past and it was already mid afternoon.
I gave a groan of pleasure as the flavors diffused in my mouth. It was sweet and savory and spicy and full. We went on, alternating bites of food until all that was left was a delicious looking piece of sweet potato pie. With reluctance, she wrapped it up and stored it away in her bag. Having thrown out all of our meat as bait, I knew the best thing we could do was save the pie, as we had no clue when we would eat next.
My leg was feeling better, or maybe I had just become used to the pain, and I let her help me up, using my spear like a walking stick. “We should move. With the door knocked down, this shithole isn’t likely to offer us much protection from the cold.” I grunted out. After reequipping with out weapons and our supplies wrapped into the sack Juniper carried, we began moving once more, away from the Cornucopia.
As we walked, I felt the cold more clearly than ever as my once insulating coat had been pretty significantly shredded in the front. We walked for what felt like ages, seeing nothing but woods and I began to think we had reached the end of the arena when a building caught my eye up ahead. Moving quicker, we rushed towards the building, wanting to get in from the cold.
It seemed empty, and with a hard shove, the door creaked open. The walk had been hard on my leg, and she was clearly as worn out as I was. Before we could do more than sit down and lean against the door, her head on my shoulder slightly, we quickly fell into a light sleep, giving our bodies time to recover from the exertion of fighting off four deranged and starving wolves.
The Wolves Are Waiting For A Morning Meal || Arena OS (Task)
Titus woke to the sounds of the shabby wooden door of this and Juniper’s hut being smashed down. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed his spear and yelled for her to wake up. “Eleven! Wake the fuck up!” He shouted, kicking the couch he had been laying on towards the door where four very angry, very hungry looking wolves stood, their sharp teeth bared. He looked over at June who was already wide awake, dagger in hand as she looked around at the wolves nervously.
They could try and crawl out a window, but he doubted the wolves wouldn’t follow. At least inside, they had the wall to their backs. Gripping his spear he watched as they stood, poised to leap and growling loudly. “I’m going to kill the one in the front. Get ready.” He muttered, raising his spear. Juniper nodded, looking at the wolves who seemed to be surrounding Titus. She realized that it was probably the fresh meat hanging around his pelvis.
The wolves seemed to take this as a signal to move and the pack charged forward. Feeling a shot of adrenaline race through him, Titus threw the spear as hard as he could, impaling the wolf in front. It gave a cry as it fell to the floor, but the others continued forward at full speed.
Holding the broken chair leg in the hand that had once held the spear, he used it like a club, swinging it at one wolf and knocking it to the side slightly. It jumped up quickly and charged once more. Just as he was about to hit it, he felt a set of razor sharp teeth dig into his thigh and gave a loud shout. June winced as she saw her ally in pain. She motioned toward the door, they could try and book it, it was her only plan.
“One! The meat!” She called, suggesting her throw the slabs to distract the wolves. The meat seemed to attract the attention of the other two of the wolves which dove for it, and Titus took the opportunity to beat the wolf on his leg with the wood. As soon as the wolf was far enough, he raced towards the door that June had already made her way out of. The snow was thick and deep but they trudged through it. One wolf was still on their tail. Titus was leaking blood in the snow from his wound and he didn’t doubt that the wolf could smell it.
He was hesitant to throw his, not interested in starving to death, but the wolves were devouring the deer she had already thrown in record time. "I'm going to bait them and kill the one in the front. When they run past the door, kill them." Whistling loudly, he gripped both throwing knives in either hand as two more ran at him. Blood coated one's muzzle and Titus' eyes narrowed, knowing that that one was the cause of his injury. Concentrating, he threw one knife at the oncoming wolf, hitting it in the chest. It reared away slightly, but did not stop. Gripping the other knife, he brought it down hard on the injured wolf. He had little time to celebrate, though, as the second came barreling forward to take it's fallen pack member.
Further away, Juniper was taking on her own wolf. With her dagger in hand, she stood beside the door as the three wolves raced out. As the last on passed by, she brought her blade down on its back with all of her strength. It gave a sharp yelp, twisting around with it teeth bared. It snapped at herm and she struggled to stay away from it's teeth, reaching around for one of her throwing knives. Suddenly it reared up knocking her down, before jumping on her, its claws tearing at her jacket. Feeling her fear rise, she used one arm to keep its teeth away from her face, her other finally making contact with her throwing knives. With a shout of exertion, she managed to stab the blade into the wolf's neck, twisting it hard. Breathing hard, she summoned as much strength as she could, pushing the corpse off of her.
Dealing with the last wolf, who had distanced itself after he had killed the second, Titus could no longer feel the throbbing of his leg from the bite and any cold he felt was negated by the heat he felt from exertion. The wolf before him was the one that had taken a bite of his leg, and now it was back to finish the job. With only two weapons left, he was weary of throwing another as the wolf was darting around faster than he could follow. Instead he held them, one in each hand, preparing to take the wolf on in close quarters.
Narrowing his eyes, he cut away the meat wrapped around his middle, holding it up in a taunting manner. "Come and get it you fucker." He muttered, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. After giving a loud howl, the wolf charged, running at full speed. This time though, Titus was prepared. Dropping the meat, he crouched low to the ground, ready to take on the blur of grey running towards him. It made to take another bite, but he swung his fist around, blade foreword, digging it deep into the animal's middle. With a surge of strength, he ripped it up, cutting through it's chest as he brought the other down on its back.
In a last ditch effort, the wolf scratched at his middle, tearing through the thick winter jacket. Thanks to the padding, this time it barely marked his skin, leaving only four shallow cuts on his abdomen. Panting heavily, his leg gave out and he collapsed into the snow. While the scratches weren't too deep, the teeth marks in his legs were starting to throb and his blood stained the previously white snow red.
Having recovered slightly from the effort, Juniper ran forward, shaking out her arm slightly. The jacket had deferred much of the damage from the wolf, but there was some damage to her left arm that had been holding the wolf at bay before she could grab her weapon. The adrenaline was wearing off, and Titus could feel the full effect of the wolf's teeth on his leg.
Throwing his arm over her shoulder, she did her best to help him up and they moved slowly back to the cabin. Inside the first wolf still lay dead on the ground, but they paid it no mind. He slumped on the ground as June cut away a strips of fabric off of the couch to use as bandages.
Carefully they removed his pants, and using some snow to clean the wound as best she could, she wrapped his leg tightly, securing the ties with fishing line. Titus for his part did his best to stay quiet as she worked. He was glad that this was the worst of his injuries, but it still hurt like a bitch. When she finally finished, the pain had dulled to an unpleasant throb.
She stood as if to move away and his hand shot out, grabbing hers. Though he didn't speak, she knew what he was thinking. "I'm just going to get the weapons, One."
He nodded, releasing her hand and leaning back to rest his head against the wall. This time he didn't question her honesty, knowing she could have offed him at any time. With only a lone throwing knife and a bum leg, it wouldn't be much of a challenge. All he could hope for was that she would return before someone, or something, came first.
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