★love you to death★

.my name is yule and i am from district 11. i love food, my family, and noor. and i am not dead yet.

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The Fallen

5th: Yule Sunnild, Killed by Nathaniel Degrey 4th: Nathaniel Degrey, Killed by Noor Hirane 3rd: Tracker Faerwald, Killed by Noor Hirane

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we r fucked

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on the last of us. . . day four

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“If they do, I’mma lose my shit.” Honesty shoots out of my mouth. I’m exhausted, tired, and always hungry, even thought I ate the magic lettuce. I’m irritable and just want the gamemakers to give up, go “five alive is enough,” and let us all go home. If I’m forced to fight something else, anything else after Izara–

Izara, Izara, Izara.

Essa, Essa, Essa.

Remy, Remy, Remy.

I shake my head, tugging Yule forward to the drawbridge. A bloody bridge, from tributes walking in and out with blood on their boots. It creaks underneath’a us, a long groaning noise, but we hurry in anyway and heave the doors open. Got to be fast, with so many cannons still going off.

The first hall, the ground floor, is banged around. To be expected, so we continue movin’ until we find doors. Thankful that the tributes seem to be mindin’ their own damn business, the two’a us open a door.

“What luck,” I breathe, shoving the door open for Yule to look inside. Standin’ against a wall are over a dozen suits of armor, all of different sizes. Some missing certain pieces, all rusty like Yule’s crossbow and my gauntlets. “S’got to be the armory.”

“Barricade the door, yeah?” Yule suggests. Smart, smart boy. We drop our bags, shovin’ a large cabinet of who-knows-what against the only entrance. Just in case. We can’t be totally careless. Though, it does block the only exit out. That’s the risk we run, I’guess.

“I’ll find the shiny-stuff, and you check out those armors, okay?” I call over, already rummaging through things.

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Noor darts about, efficient as ever, poking at some items across the room. Shrugging my shoulders, I focus on the funny-looking armor.

Funny ‘cause it seems like a fairy-tale brought to life. When Lune was real young, her favorite books were the ones about knights and princesses, dragons and castles. Every other Christmas, the whole family would chip in to buy a new one. ‘Course, now a days, she scoffs at the mere mention of them. S’only late at night that I catch her rifling through an old book.

The thought brings a smile to my face. Then, a frown. Best to focus on the task at hand.

I approach a suit, already planning on swiping off it’s chest plate. Looks small, maybe even Noor’s size, but heavy. So heavy, in fact, when I take it off the mannequin, I damn near drop it. I wonder what kind of metal it is for a moment, then set it to the side.

After about ten minutes of scavenging, I come away with a couple arm plates, somethin’ for the calves, and a fine looking holster for crossbow bolts. After strappin’ the former on, n’ filling the latter with arrows, I nod. Those aren’t nearly as heavy as the chest plate. A chest plate may be best for Noor. 

Or maybe a helmet.

“I’ve got a present,” I laugh, already anticipating Noor’s reaction to my ridiculous plate. I’ve got a pair of arm plates for her, too, since I know this is a long shot. 

Now, I don’t expect a response. I don’t expect her to turn at the sound of my voice, or acknowledge me at all. Just planned on tapping her shoulder. But when she speaks without having to see my face, I grin. Grin real wide. S’nice to know my girlfriend can hear in this godforsaken place.

“M’too,” is her sweet response. 

She turns and holds up something in her hand, nothin’ too useful, but a pretty thing none the less. 

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on the last of us. . . day four

Yule’s a godsend.

He really, truly is. But even the most gentle hands in the whole world would still be too rough on the wounds I got. Every time anything touches me, my muscles lash out, almost decking him in the nose once ‘r twice. My skin is charred so many places, and my face is easily the worst – especially with the whole missing eye thing.

We make do, though. I put the tablet of morphine that we’ve saved in my mouth and toughen up, lettin’ the boyfriend do his work. He peels at my skin, cleaning out the worst of the scrapes, burns and cuts. It takes nearly an hour, I’d guess, from the looks’a the sun slowly moving lower in the sky. 

After awhile, I’m all finished. I look almost like mummy, b’cause the burn cream is set under bandages, but at least I’ll feel better come morning. Patches me up better than I could my own self, the boy. We split our items, n’ I hand Yule the crossbow I grabbed from the feast.

“S’rusty, but should work like almost-new with some polishing, yeah?”

“Maybe in the mansion?” He gestures to the left, to the way that the feast was. “Saw a couple tributes with armor. They’ve bound to get’it inside.”

“Lead the way.” I wave him ahead.

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I grab her hand. Twirl our fingers together and pull her along, humming under my breath. Bite the inside of my cheek.

They’re tics, these actions--habits I’d dropped after entering the games. I’d need a free hand to carry more items, I figured. Need to be quiet to avoid other tributes, I reasoned. But now, I give in. To hell with caution, because caution is what cost my girlfriend an eye n’ half her face. Caution s’what had me running away from an angry Noor, rather than helping her, and s’not something I’m proud of.

I grit my teeth. How much longer would I get to hold her hand anyway?

We make good time, arriving at the mansion before the sun disappears entirely. Hover, though, holding back to inspect the area. Which is Noor’s idea, funny enough. I’m still bringing myself back to a reality where she’s alive. Where I have to be careful, for her sake.

“D’you think they would plant more mutts after that second bloodbath?”

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[location.] moving far away from the birdcage thing being very inconspicuous. 

[food.] ate lettuce.

[weapons.]  sling shot. length of rope. 2 throwing knives. golden sea plant. kukri. 2 shuriken. kusari gama. 

[items.]  fishing kit. two flowers. sewing kit. bundle of ashoka. backpack. district eleven bag. chicken.

[events.] went north, feast started, avoided getting drugged up, n’ now i’m separated from m’girlfriend. what luck. im gonna go find that prince boy and knock him out.

[injuries.] abdomen stabbed through but rain cloud healed it for the most part. only a touch sore. otherwise im fine.

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[location.] eastern side’a the raincloud. [food.] none yet. [weapons.] sling shot. length of rope. 2 throwing knives. golden sea plant. kukri. 2 shuriken. [items.] fishing kit. two flowers. sewing kit. bundle of ashoka. backpack. [events.] lost a tent running from some birds, then went south. noor has an iron will. ran into essa. killed essa. bleeding a lot. [injuries.] got some bad cuts on my ankle and wrist, but those're bandaged and stitched up. forearm acid burns. abdomen stabbed nearly clean through. back'a calf stabbed.

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on who? || noor n’ yule || day 3

I get it. 

Gamemakers Are Evil. Evil, n’ no-good, n’ murderers. I try my best not to hate them, but mosta the time, I don’t succeed. And it’s rare I hate people.

Yet, even knowing their bloodthirsty ways, I didn’t expect them to be this damn cruel. 

Cruel enough to wake us via more birds. More. Birds. A whole flock of pecking feathered fiends, coming down onto Noor n’ I. Both of us even yelp a bit when we wake, the shock of claw jolting us outta our slumber.

Now, usually I’m a light sleeper-- but it’s Noor who’s up first in this case. By the time I’m able to so much as fumble for my crossbow, m’girlfriend is waving around a chain whip like there’s no tomorrow. Anger’s in her eyes as she does it. ‘Cause, hell, is she pissed that another beaked-creature dare bother her. Had they not seen what she’d done to the pelican?

“Fucking birds!”

I pray for any goldfinch she sees in the future.

With another claw to the cheek, I’m finally woken enough to move into action. Unfortunately for me, moving into action means losing my grip on the crossbow bolts, and instead, swinging the whole weapon around to hit the birds. Essentially, I’m knocking ‘em down the same way Noor does, except less effective. S’a little sad.

Puffs of feathers fly about, blood zipping in streams as Noor slashes through their skin and I bash their brains out. But after only a couple minutes of this, we both realize it’s getting us almost nowhere. We’re still getting cut every now and then, and the flock hasn’t thinned. We need to get them away somehow... scare them away, if we can. 

But what the hell scares birds?

With another battle cry, Noor flicks the whip, beginning to pant with effort. Her noise draws my attention to her, then to her feet, where I catch sight of our weapons bag. I notice a taser. And a letter. Taser, and paper.

S’like a lightbulb in my head. I sprint from my pathetic attempts at batting the birds off, and slide to my knees next to Noor. She don’t even look down.

“Keep at it, Cherry,” I shout.

I know she can’t hear me. But, hey, the thought that counts, yeah?

Tearing open the backpack, I grab for the taser, then the letter. Flick the switch on. Press the current t’the paper. And suddenly, there is fire.

Tapping Noor’s leg, she drops the whip. However, this time, when the chain goes down, the birds don’t come dive-bombing back in. Instead, the stupid owls start screechin’. Hooting and hollering and backing the hell up as they see the quick-burning paper in my hand.

Memories of field fires and birds bolting away from ‘em come back to me. Smoke, singed meat. ‘Course birds don’t like fire.

But don’t have time to dwell on that. Noor locks eyes with me and the paper, then springs into actions once again. She’s smart, that girl, and snatches the burning paper from my hands. Runs to our tent-- now in ruins due t’the claws ‘n beaks-- and throws it onto the fabric so it also begins to burn.

Now the owls are really freaking out, breaking away from the cave and themselves as we gather the remaining items we can, shoving weapons n’ food into our packs. We run into the cave just as the tent reaches the peak of it’s burn, driving the owls away for good.

To the right of me, I hear Noor murmuring something. More about whats good.

Scraped and cut, we head deeper into the tunnel, eventually slowing down when we realize we’re safe. We walk forward.

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[location.] inside of cave, at the mouth. we set up a neat little fish-line trap to alert us if anyone comes.

[food.] pelican. very nutritious. 

[weapons.] pistol crossbow (2 bolts), sling shot. noor is like a miniature suitcase she wants to carry everything else.

[items.] purple present. ½ meal. fishing kit (10 ft. fishing line, 2 hooks, can of bait). n’ a backpack.

[events.]  helped kill a bird. essa stole from us. cleaned our wounds, took stock, and pushed everything we didn’t take with us int’a the water and let it sink. moved to the cave system we had entered yesterday to set up camp, and will move ‘round tomorrow. (everything noor said basically).

[injuries.] got some bad cuts on my ankle and wrist, but those are bandaged and stitched up. a bit of a terrible headache. 

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on bruises || noor 'n yule || day two

I’m still breathing hard after the bird-attack. Head a bit spinny. Rust clogging up m'nose. And even though I wanna laugh at Noors banter with the dead bird, I grimace. Blood on my ankle n’ wrist pool. Can barely manage a:

“You tell ‘em, cherry.”

Which she don’t see, of course.

Then I pull myself over, wincing all the way, to check her own wounds. They’re worse than mine. Near broken rib n'arm, from what should have been an easy slaughtering of a bird. ‘Course, I should of expected it t'not be easy. Nothing ever is in the Games.

“As amazing as our haul is, we need a get you patched up, first n’ foremost,” I tell her, fingers ginger when touching her.

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on bulldozers || noor ‘n yule || area day two

Waking up to falling rocks isn’t the best way to start the day. 

No buts, no at leasts about it. No well maybe... and no oh it’s okay! Nope. Getting a bruise the first thing in the morning sucks. Sucks even more when, after all the falling rocks stop falling, Noor n’ I hafta find a way around all of ‘em. Annoying. And I’m not usually annoyed.

‘Course, I keep my mouth shut about it and give Noor a small smile. She’s been awful quiet since the bloodbath. Understandable. It’s still a blur to me anyway.

Not saying a word, her n’ I start burrowing through the rocks to the left of us, tearing ‘em down one by one. Though, I figure Noor’s just letting me help. Shes like a miniature bulldozer, tearing through the rock and grit like it’s nothing. I’m the one catching the rocks that gravitate towards her head when she takes away a lower-level boulder. It’s like rain. Except, well, not.

Eventually, after sucking up enough dust to clot our lungs for a year, we finish tunneling through the cave in blocking the left-most path, and emerge on the other side. We continue forward.

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[location.] inside of cave, at a crossroads.

[food.] half of a birthday cake. ½ loaf of bread. ½ thermos of soup.

[weapons.] pistol crossbow (5 bolts)

[items.] purple present. 1/2 meal. fishing kit (20 ft. fishing line, 2 hooks, can of bait). 

[events.] got into kiya’s boat. helped kiya a bit. went into a cave and decided to do more tomorrow. ate, slept, no notable injuries.

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tfw u tired af || arena day one || noor ‘n yule

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The trees have changed, to become taller with black berries growing out of the trunks.  Similarly the foliage has changed with four distinct plant life to be seen.  There are small purple flowers with light petals.  There are bright orange petals arranged in a small pattern with dark red pistil jutting out of the center.  A third plant has deep violet petals in a star shape pattern with bright yellow centers.  Finally there are a series of white short mushrooms with red spots.

But among all of this, the stirring of someone can he heard up ahead South to you.  

Knowing this, what do you plan to do next?

Initially, we’re interested in the flowers. Their colors remind us of home. But when we hear someone else in the distance we nope the fuck out of there, quiet as can be (which is pretty damn quiet).

We head back north, to the plain field we’d seen earlier.

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tfw u tired af || arena day one || noor ‘n yule

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Plants galore!  Other than the familiar weeping willow trees, you can find red flowering plants and white cloud-like ones.  Further down to the south, you can see another change of foliage.  Do you closer inspect and try to identify the plants in front of you, or venture on?

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Upon seeing the pretty flowers, my instincts flare up. I wanna pick one. Put it in Noor’s hair. But my girlfriend’s a saint n’ shoots me a glare made for sinners before I can so much as touch one. She knows me oh so well.

“Idiot,” she mummbles.

Bending down, the smart girl covers her hand with her raincoat and plucks a red and white flower each, puts him in her raincoat pocket for later. Neither of us are all too sure what the plants are, but in an arena, you never know what can be useful. 

We stand back up to make our way further on.

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tfw u tired af || arena day one || noor ‘n yule

The bloodbath is still-a daze, even after floating away form it with the lovely Kiya ‘n my girlfriend. Even after we part ways with our friend. Even after Noor and I sit around ‘n gather all the supplies we have together.

Best not to dwell, I suppose.

“Got a little right here–” I mutter, wiping away blood from behind her ear.

Noor shrugs.

“Best we get to it, then.”

Nod my head in agreement. Shove as much more as we can into our pockets and head east.

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As you head east, you can hear the river rushing ahead.  You seem to be in the middle of two areas of foliage, a more plain one sitting to the north, and ones with more flowering plants to the south.  Where to next?

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Since we understand flowers far better than just any old plains, Noor and I decide t’go south.

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tfw u tired af || arena day one || noor ‘n yule

The bloodbath is still-a daze, even after floating away form it with the lovely Kiya ‘n my girlfriend. Even after we part ways with our friend. Even after Noor and I sit around ‘n gather all the supplies we have together.

Best not to dwell, I suppose.

“Got a little right here--” I mutter, wiping away blood from behind her ear.

Noor shrugs.

“Best we get to it, then.”

Nod my head in agreement. Shove as much more as we can into our pockets and head east.

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District Eleven

Yule Sunnild - 9

Noor Hirane - 3

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on walking the line ↗↙ yule & noor ↗↙ in suite

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noorhirane:

“Sorry, Sunnild.” Say it while crouched down in cabinets, ruffling through for a towel. Wet it, start cleaning the left-over blood. “But blood just don’t look very good on you.”

I had my second of doubt. Had it, processed it, n’ set it aside ‘cause there shouldn’t of been one in the first place. Kick it away even more, b’cause when Noor opts t’open her eyes, a little part of the girl I know comes back. Even if it is a heart breaking one.

Her worry over my face sends warning bells a-ringing through my head, since she’s, well, worried. But at the same time, I figure, at least she’s talking. Not ignoring me or the world ‘round her.

“I heard ‘bout why this happened from the nurses. S’okay. Also heard the trainer deserved the smack y’gave her. S’okay.”

Pause, and then:

“And I’m not goin anywhere.” 

I mean it for the time being, but I try not to dwell on that.

Instead, I work on not groaning as she drags me to the bathroom, insistent that I be cleaned up. Makes sense. Wouldn’t want to be staring at blood on her face either. But it don’t mean I can’t clean it myself, don’t mean she has t’wipe my face off as I sit here on the counter. Rather, it means when I see the blood on the side of her head, I frown a bit.

“Could say the same about you, cherry.” I mutter, reaching my hand out to touch the underside of her ear. ‘Course, I don’t frown long. I’m worried, but we don’t need anymore of this sadness.

Instead, I take a deep breath and wait for her to finish cleanin’ my face off. Smile n’ take the towel from her when she’s done n’ wet a clean part of it-- dab at the less-of-a-mess on the back of her jaw. I’m done quicker than her.

“There, now we both are back t’looking at least a little better, yeah?”