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The Hunger Games - Day Phase 10


Bahamut - Envoy of the End

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Of course it picks up after I die.

 

Lol, sorry Dwarven. :D

 

Anyway, all votes are in. People seem to have learned after what happened to Lovely/Katniss *smirk*. RP time.

 

The blood red sun begins to set over the Savannah like Grasslands, and several Tributes are running through the treacherous area for their lives having picked up various injuries. Striker and British Soul are both covered in blood. Hurtling out of the long grass to the safety of the tree line beyond, unknowningly only a little way from each other, each Tribute hides in the bushes. Striker is struggling badly, having picked up the most wounds. Elsewhere British knows this, having witnessed the attacks, and chuckles to herself...

 

A cold dread creeps over her as she realises that in her giggling fit, she just coughed up blood....

 

[spoiler=Deceased Tribute]Panic-striken, British reaches around and feels the back of her head. Her fingers are quickly slick in blood. The wounds suffered in one of the attacks on her are more severe than she realised, so pumped by adrenaline, fear and joy at the time. Only now she's sat down does she realise her vision isn't quite as focused as it should be, her thoughts aren't quite as gathered as normal. She is... badly injured?

 

Gripped by sudden panic, British runs off in a fit of rage, screaming for her ally to help. Crashing through the undergrowth, she stumbles, her condition rapidly worsening in her desperation, but she can just about make out another Tribute watching her. The badly injured Striker is sitting at the bottom of a tree, exhausted to the point of almost losing concious as well, applying some kind of herbal paste to some of his own wounds. Striker looks at her. Both Tributes freeze. The watching audiences freeze. No-one breathes...

 

"Damn you! I will kill you!" British screams, fiddling with something in her ring as she blunders forward. It's her or Striker! Striker knows she is going for a weapon of some kind, her hands are too slippery with blood to get at it, but is too drained of energy to move. British's eyes are oddly glazed as she lurches forward... and falls just short. She collapses a few feet short of her target with a heavy thud, and doesn't move further. Somewhere far away a cannon fires, and the projection in the sky informs the other Tributes.

 

British Soul
 
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You are Glimmer.
 
Career Tribute
A sultry and sexy teenager with a spoilt upbringing even by the standards of District 1, you are 'ready for the Games'. But you are not all style and no substance. You are very sly and cunning, as proved by your - albiet thwarted - effort to wear a ring in the Arena that secretes deadly poison from the stone's tip! However you are not quite as naturally gifted with weapons as the other Career Tributes.[/spoiler]

 

Six Tributes left, Night Phase time. This one shouldn't last long.

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Daytime guys.

 

[spoiler=Night Phase Results]

For once, the remaining Tributes wake up to peace and quiet in the Arena. Maybe birdsong, and the gentle breeze rustling through trees and flowers and all that fluffy stuff :3

 

Due to your success' of getting the Career Tributes down to their last one, he can't hunt safely during the night on his own anymore. So you're all safe during the night.

 

Well, unless the remaining Tribute was to somehow bring an ally back.... But nevermind that, for now, Night Phases are just breaks for people to use any skills and equipment if they need.

 

So, six Tributes left. All of various strengths and weaknesses as they reassess how they are going to survive...

 

But at the end of the day... there will only be five...

 

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My audiences are enjoying this now the action is picking up, and there will be more entertainment planned for them, and you Tributes, tomorrow. Maybe.

 

For now though, back in the Woodlands today people. Go, hunt, maim, kill, do what you gotta do.

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I wake up to the sound of songbirds, strangely. The cannon did not fire last night, a result of most of the careers being picked off. But that doesn't mean much. We are all gunning for each other here and the woods are full of surprises. Looking around, I survey the area which I had not been able to see last night. Looking around there wasn't much to see. Trees, rocks, and leaves. Of course, if past games were anything to judge by, there is most likely a fire ball or a swarm of tracker jackers with my name on them. I would be a fool to think of anything in this arena as safe. I feel, not for the first time, fear creeping up into my gut...but also something new. Perhaps guilt. Glimmer, the tribute killed yesterday, was most likely done in by myself. I gave her a pretty brutal beating...am I becoming a monster? Is that what it takes to win.

 

Continuing through the trees, I hear a noise. It sounds like footsteps, the crunch of leaves under someone's foot. It would appear the action is going to start early today. Surveying the area around I see my target and perhaps my predator. Flinging a bunch of dirt into the face of the figure I deliver a blow to the back of Epic Hero's head before running off. 
 

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"The arena, it is quite for once...yes! Thats it! Epic hero must be Cato! If the night was quite, and we killed Glimmer, and i stunned Hero, this is our chance!" I trudge through the woodlands, aware of my surroundings. I couldent help but feel bad for poor Glimmer, but she was a ruthless killing machine. I stop as I see Ren slugging the parylized Epic Hero. 

 

I walk up to Epic Hero. "Having a nice day? Thanks to you, my partner is dead. Thanks to you and your group of careers. Now, why don't i repay the favor by letting my partner wail on you in hell. Liking the stunniong toxic I shot you with? You tried laying low, but now you have been flushed out." I say to him in a bitter sweet tone. Since I remain out of darts, I say "Have a nice stay in hell Epic Hero!" I kick Epic hero as hard as I can between his legs. I then slap him repeatedly. I give im a final punch before scurrying away, looking for shelter.

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"The arena, it is quite for once...yes! Thats it! Epic hero must be Cato! If the night was quite, and we killed Glimmer, and i stunned Hero, this is our chance!"

 

I would just like to point out in the interests of fairness that this might not neccessarily be the case. It was stated clearly in both the rules (check the 1st page if you need) and in the reopening post that if the Careers were reduced to just one, they would lose their Night hunting privledges anyway. And besides, it's kill or be killed and just flavour text, only one death a day ordinarily (because killing Striker would somehow make British recover from her wounds.... :mellow:) Anyway, so for all you know that Career is still out there and you could be kicking some poor helpless tribute in the nads.

 

I shouldn't have read that post in the tone my head read it in, bad Seneca! *slaps self*. On another note, you heartless *****, no kicks below the belt! >=(

 

I know the audience loves the trash talk and that sort of thing, but Seneca Crane is classier and finds this distasteful..... Almost as distateful as he finds refering to oneself in the third person. :S

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Quickest Day Phase ever. Good.

 

So, as Epic Hero Saber lay numb and helpless, tight in the grip of the paralysis inflicted on him, his pursuer Cherz stood over his stiff body. The other Tributes joined her. How the hunter had become the hunted...

 

There is no innocence now. As Saber can only watch, not even his jaw muscles work to scream as the other Tributes take their time with this and do as they will. And the television veiwers lap in every second. The spectacle goes on until the cannon fires and longer, before the group part mutually and without further incident, united until nightfall in this cause to try and eliminate the last Career Tribute as painfully as possible.

 

How are the remainder any different to what they thought he was?

 

[spoiler=Deceased Tribute]

Epic Hero Saber
 
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You are Cato.
 
Career Tribute
A boy described only as a "ruthless killing machine". With your expertise in wielding all kinds of weapons -especially spears-, brute force and driven, almost deranged, Career mindset; you would probably make the top violent Roman emperors look like chicken. Of course, having trained for the Hunger Games during all of your life, you're not here for a walk. Anyone who gets in your way gets a first hand experience as to why you're considered to be one of the biggest and strongest competitors in the Games.

 

So you took out the last Career...

 

In my opinion, for four of you, this was really really not the best plan...[/spoiler]

 

Night Phase time, which will go until about 21:00 BST, when we will be reopening with an event. Two powerful items to be won, so I'm trying to get it for when everyone will be online for a fair shot. Stay tuned...

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Day Phase time. A week into the Games, and we're down to the final five. Getting exciting!

 

And today, I am pleased to announce a Feast at the Coruncopia at dawn. The first person from a team to correctly answer the question and reply to it by PM will recieve an item from the two we're going to leave out in the open in front of the monument. The second person from a different team to get it right gets the other item. I hope you Tributes can appreciate this weapons were very expensive and took great generosity from our sponsors to donate to you (hint, hint). The winnable items are:

 

A silverwood bow and sling of arrows, and a full body suit of kevlar armour.

 

Nice aren't they? And remember; you are fighting for these items, and whatnot.

 

[spoiler=Bonus Question]

What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?

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"....... zzzzzzz...."

 

Seneca Crane is slumped over his desk, a half-drunk cup of cold coffee by his side.

 

"....... huh? Whut?...... What do you mean everyone's at the Coruncopia waiting for the results...?"

 

The Gamesmaster looked dozily up at the giant screen in the control room, watching the carnage of battle between the five Tributes that was going on. It took a second for the blur of images of swordfighting and brawls to sink in, until...

 

"OH S**T!! I'M AWAKE!! I'M AWAKE!! HOW COULD I FALL ASLEEP DURING THE MOST CRITICAL MOMENT OF THE GAMES!?!"

 

Sorry for the delay guys, was exhausted yesterday, and in my absense there was some confusion over skills and weapons. Announcing results now. And since everyone's identity or at least alliance is more or less known now, I can really go all out on RP. In this extended highlights replay package. And introducing your enigmatic host, Matt 'Caesar Flickerman' Bahamut :D

 

.......

 

Dawn rose over the golden monument at the heart of the Arena, the Coruncopia. The skies were grey. A full thunderstorm threatened, a darkness seemed to envelop the land that rejected the sun. No light would shine upon the Coruncopia, casting it as a dark and more twisted thing, an omen of the spectacle ahead. Shots are taken from the Districts that are the homes of the remaining Tributes. Three Districts all starved of glory, suddenly thrown into the limelight by the prospect that they might have produced a rare winner in the Games history. Everyone in District 3: Technology; gathered around their TV's and posed awkwardly for interviews. In the south; District 11: Agriculture, there were few people on the farms today. And District 10: Livestock, the country district all cheering on the little girl that was their sole survivor. Everyone was watching as the Arena began to shake...

 

... the ground in front of the Coruncopia opened, and out of the whole rose two podiums. On one, a silver bow and sheath of arrows. On the other, a set of lightweight body armour. Now all they had to do was wait for them to come...

 

... from opposite sides of the Arena, four Tributes appeared at once, like gunslingers at dawn. Remo and Simdoggy emerged from the Woods to the left of the screen, keeping low as they crept towards the prizes. Dead opposite them, Renegade and Striker appeared. Both groups spotted each other, froze, then broke into full scale sprinting.

 

Simdoggy and Striker got their first; each picking up a sword lying on the ground left here at the Coruncopia and engaged immediately. Simdoggy was faster and got their first as Striker stumbled, trying to stick him between the ribs. Just as he pulled the blade back, someone crashed into his side and sent him sprawling. Renegade had abandoned his charge for the items and blindsighted him with a huge tackle, knocking him down. Striker went to capitalise and swung for the head, but Simdoggy leapt out of the way with amazing speed. 0-0

 

Unchallenged while this battle took place, Remo went straight for the Bow, and without hesitation jumped onto the raised platform for advantage, loading an arrow and aiming at Striker's neck. If his aim was good, this shot would kill. He paused to steady his breathing and focus his aim...

 

At the critical second a roar came from behind Remo, before Renegade came crashing recklessly into him just as he was about to release the arrow, disturbing his aim and sending the arrow flying wildly into the air. Remo landed awkwardly, the world upside down for a second. Shaking his head and clearing his sight, he realised in alarm Renegade was upon him. The two grappled furiously with each other.

 

Striker stood away from the conflict, stunned to have just narrowly avoided death and unsure what to do next to help, when sudden pain exploded in his neck. Cherz had suddenly joined the fray, having been hiding inside the Coruncopia overnight and now donned in the armour she'd been able to obtain and put on unnoticed by everyone else, and had now lunged at him while he wasn't looking. Striker tried to retaliate, but Cherz was already away, bolting for the woods and disappearing.

 

This left him standing facing Simdoggy once again. The tackle by Renegade seemed to have done more damage than originally thought, as the Tribute clutched at the shoulder awkwardly. Blood was spurting from Strikers neck. They both realised now. It was one, or the other. Their grips tightened on their swords, and they charged at each other. This conflict.... the Games could be decided by the winner of this fight...

 

[spoiler=Equally wounded, the two Tributes engaged, and...]The world stood still as there came a gasp, and a splurt of blood...

 

The two Tributes were face to face... suspended in time, as the whole of Panem held its breath...

 

.........

 

Then Striker's eyes rolled back and closed, and her body slumped forward, falling as Simdoggy withdrew the sword from her gut.

 

Having been frozen by the combat, Renegade reacted first, tripping Remo and running as fast as possible into the woods. Leaving Simdoggy and Remo standing over his partner's fallen body, both of them emotionless as the cannon fired.

 

Striker
 

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You are Rue.
 
Regular Tribute
A diminutive and shy twelve year old, who is charmingly sweet and has a bubbling personality, once you trust someone enough to open up to them. During your interview pre-Games, you were quietly determined, saying that even though you are small, it would just make you 'difficult to catch, so don't write me off'. You are also very knowledgable on various subjects, and have a mean aim with a slingshot![/spoiler]

 

Night Phase won't last long, I just need a break and I can imagine you all do as well now...

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Ghost Nappa enters Seneca's control room. "Seneca....Seneca....Seneca..." There's a brief pause. "I'm haunting your game!"

 

"Assistant Gamesmaster Cinna, can we have this dead Tribute forcibly removed by any means? Thank you."

 

Anyway, there are now just four left. What's gonna happen? The suspense, the drama, the murder... you can feel the excitement YCM capitol!

 

Best to rattle this off quick I think. Nothing's happened in the Night Phase, so Day Phase here we go.

 

Let battle begin!

 

Riverlands today (and don't worry, I'll stay up a bit this time)

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The hot feeling of rage begins to boil up in me as I think about the little girl again. She had done nothing wrong, forced into this hell by that devil of a gamemaker. I shall avenge her. A roar of anger escapes my breath as I rush out into the middle of the riverlands. Calling out a challenge to anyone within ear shot. Vengeance is the only thing on my mind. Picking up a smooth large rock that had been polished by the rushing waters I hold it overhead, ready to hurl it at anyone that is stupid enough to get near. Hearing something I turn to find another tribute. Remo. He had been one of the people that killed the little girl. Without a seconds more thought. I throw the rock at the fiend and then charge at him, fists swinging!

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