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Post by Lite on Mar 13, 2013 18:11:14 GMT -5
Felix GraylingPain... And then relief. Felix smiled, smiled through the pain as Jan’s knife made his heart bleed. Felix could feel death’s cold fingers, pulling him down. He felt heavy, and light. He couldn’t see, but he could see. Colours. Faces. Things he hadn’t seen for what felt like years. He could hear Jan’s words, echoing in his mind as he smiled up at the boy. The male victor of the 26th Annual Hunger Games. Jan Colton. Jan. The words reached his ears, but Felix could only nod as he exhaled one of his final breaths. Somehow, somewhere, he was breathing, he was seeing, standing without the aid of his crutches. Felix wanted to be in that place. The good place. The golden place. It smelled so nice. And there were two boys standing there. They were waiting. And while Felix couldn’t see Jan, he could see Jan. He feel Jan, as he shook, and then he couldn’t feel him anymore. Felix couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t do anything. Felix Grayling ceased to exist. * * * Felix’s eyes opened. He was standing in a field, a large field. It was golden, and he could see everything. He looked down, smiling as he saw himself standing on his leg. His bad leg. But it wasn’t his bad leg anymore. He looked back in front of him, and there he saw Jace. And Marc, holding his hand. Young Marc, just how Felix remembered him. “See!” Marc pointed happily, letting go of Jace’s hand, “He’s here! Felix Grayling is never late; he’s always just on time!” Marc ran across the fields towards Felix, who still stood staring in disbelief. Marc leapt up and hugged Felix round the waist. “You’re here! You’re here!” Marc grinned, “I’ve been waiting for so long. But I had friends.” Marc’s grin never faded as he turned to Jace. “Your brother...” Felix smiled, nodding. “He did it.”“Sh! Sassinak is coming now. Coral wants to see you both.” Marc motioned over towards... Somewhere. Felix was dead. He was dead, and this... [[It’s been a freakin’ honour to play with you all, seriously. Like I’m ridiculously glad that I joined this game because every second of it has been a crazy, fun, emotional rollercoaster and I thank you all for it.]]
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Mar 13, 2013 18:14:39 GMT -5
As the light leaves Sassinak's eyes, Lily turns, eyes alighting on the sobbing Jan and the silent Ember. The sun glints off steel... as the knife falls point down into the ground and the last of Lily's resolve to fight drains away.
Wordlessly the young tribute drew from inside her jacket a capped syringe, full of a familiar pink substance.
"No more..."
If one dart sent them as loopy as it had earlier, this was probably enough to do the job tenfold in seconds. If the Gamemakers had any soul in them, they'd make the vines kill her quick once she was too out of it to care.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Mar 13, 2013 18:34:46 GMT -5
Jan Colton[/u][/color] He didn't hear the cannon. But just like that, Felix was gone, and Jan buried his face in the boy's still chest, sobbing brokenly. The last time he'd sobbed like this was in a field of barley, his father holding him because he couldn't stand. The grief was so intense he couldn't stand. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think... ...It was like that, but worse. Because he was here. Because he'd caused it. He was cold though. Too cold. He was losing blood. He needed to patch himself up, and the first thing he did was use that Celox. PUt himself back together just a bit. So that he didn't look... ...He didn't care what he looked like, but he didn't want to die, and his hands were shaking as he pulled the med-kit apart and started trying to work on himself. It wasn't important. But it was. He wouldn't die here. He promised. And dying now of blood-loss wouldn't serve Felix. He'd promised. 2013-03-14 00:19:06 Jan Colton rolled 5 dice to "Med Kit" 7,10,1,2,8,8 (3 successes) --- Jace wasn't as beautiful as Jan. In fact, he's the sort of boy someone overlooks. Until, of course, someone looks into his eyes. Until someone realizes what they're seeing. An old soul. Someone truly at peace. Someone who truly, truly loved everything and everyone. Someone who could never, ever hate. He's singing. Something happy. Something light. Beautiful and tinkling. As Rory always said, Jace was The Boy With the Angel's Voice. And now, in this place, he could sing forever and never get sick. Never get exhausted. Never die ever again. So I'll be bold As well as strong And use my head alongside my heart So tame my flesh And fix my eyes That tethered mind free from the lies
But I'll kneel down Wait for now I'll kneel down Know my ground
Raise my hands Paint my spirit gold And bow my head Keep my heart slow
Cause I will wait, I will wait for you And I will wait, I will wait for you And I will wait, I will wait for you And I will wait, I will wait for you Marc was excited. The boy could barely contain himself. Jace knew that it would be his brother or Marc's coming across into the Beyond. He was a tiny bit happy and a tiny bit disappointed when he saw that it wasn't Jan. That it was Felix. There's a peaceful smile that graces Jace's face, even as he let's go of Marc's hand and let's the little boy rush forward. He's dressed plainly. A blue shirt and slacks. He steps forward, a bit more sedately than Marc. "Hello, Felix." His voice is melodic, even when he's not singing. Gentle and quiet and soft. Jace had always been a quiet person. He offered his hand. Smiled down at little Marc, and then at Felix again. "Let's go meet Cinder, Brother. Let's go meet Cinder and send you all Home."
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Mar 13, 2013 18:48:00 GMT -5
There was a brief thud as something hit the ground by Jan's leg. Four packets of unused Celox. Lily wouldn't need them. She took the cap off the syringe, hands shaking as she removed her chestplate and turned the needle towards her heart.
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Post by Lite on Mar 13, 2013 18:53:04 GMT -5
Felix Grayling
Felix could remember. The blood, the anger, the pain.
But what he remembered was the biting realism of the situation, how he and Jan had torn each other to pieces. How they hadn’t only fought to win, but they’d fought to give one another the honour, whoever won.
Felix would have remembered Jan. Jan will remember Felix.
And that was enough for Felix. He would be remembered, he would remain alive within Jan.
Jace’s song washed away Felix’s doubts, made him sure. Jace had a beautiful voice, an angellic, otherworldly voice. It made him ready to leave everything behind. The Games, the death, the damned lives. He could finally walk away from it.
And when Jan’s brother offered him his hand, Felix reached out and took it.
“Home.” Felix repeated, taking Marc’s hand in his other. “I’m finally Home.”
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Mar 13, 2013 21:50:27 GMT -5
Ember Clay: District Twelve Female Tribute, “The Girl Who Loved to Play with Fire” She was about four.
And her and Daddy.
Daddy was the smartest person that ever lived. And he was strong. And handsome…
Whatever that meant.
Daddy was taking her beyond the boundary. Mommy didn’t like it. Neither did Sister. Mommy yelled. Sister insisted she go with them. Daddy couldn’t say no two his two little girls. He loved them more than life itself.
Mommy didn’t like that either so she wasn’t coming. That was even better. Because Mommy wasn’t fun to be around anyway. It was always better when it was just her, Sister and Daddy.
The first snow fall. And she was making a game of jumping from one of Daddy’s footsteps to other.
Her laughter left a joyous echo in the forest as Daddy took them to the top of this hill.
“Do you know what they call that valley down there, Princess?” Daddy asked, pointing to the area of land that dipped before them.
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
He looked to Sister. “You know, sweatheart. ”
It wasn’t a question, but Sister nodded. “It’s called the Valley of Skulls. During the Dark Days the Rebellion was on it’s last legs. The Rebel forces were outnumbered and the Capitol was asking them for their surrender. But the Rebels wouldn’t. Not after the Capitol killed their families. The Rebellion was too important. They instead decided to kill each other. To the last man. The final man chose to take his own life rather than surrender and be executed.”
Her eyes widened. “Why? Why would he do that? Mommy says suci… she says that’s a sin.”
Daddy put her down on the ground, groaning because the trek up the hill hurt more than it should. It was starting. But she didn’t know what it was. Not yet.
He looked into her eyes and got that serious look when she had to remember every word he told her.
She was listening.
“Emmy… Ember, my little princess. There are only two important choices a person will make in their life. Who they love and how they die. Choosing how you leave this world is the greatest decision a person can make. And that’s one thing the Capitol can’t steal from us. You understand, princess.”
She nodded. “I understand, Daddy.”
She lied, though. She had no idea what he was taking about.
Until now. Ember couldn’t help Jan. The odds would decide his fate and Felix’s. But her own fate would be determined how Sassniak, Isolde, and Lily took things. Suddenly everyone could be her killer. Anyone. And it didn’t matter how skilled she was with a knife. The odds killed you most times. Attack me… She mentally urge them. Come on! Attack me!But they didn't and she could only watch in horror. It appeared that Ember Clay forgot something her sister had once told her. “The Odds were cruel. Sometimes they let us live.” And suddenly everything had made sense. Cinder was looking to die. She had been just like Ember had been searching. Dying by Diadem’s hand had been an honor. To make it as far as she did to be cut down by a career that was as talented as she was ruthless. Tears rolled down her cheek. She didn’t care if Panem saw. Ember was weeping because this battle had been her brain child and now she was reaping the fruits of her six-year-long labor to make the Games a horrifying spectacle. Ember was crying not because she failed. But because she succeeded. But it gnawed at her. Why hadn't either of these three girls attacked her? Had she been that nice? What had she done to deserve this reprieve? Or maybe they knew that out of them all, Ember could survive the Games. Isolde fell first. Then Felix and Sassinak. At least Jan was safe, though she knew he was hurt. And badly. Ember took a step forward when Lily was the only one left besides Jan. But her words halted her in her tracks. “Little sister… are you sure this is what you want?” Ember asked. “Once you go numb… I can…” She took a shaking breath, still crying, though her voice never broke. “I can make it quick… And I won't leave your side until the end. Then you can be with… our sisters and brothers.”None
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Mar 14, 2013 0:49:01 GMT -5
Lily gave Ember a smile. In her eyes you could see peace, happiness, relief, gratitude... and most of all a promise. They would see each other again in the next life.
The empty syringe fell to the ground
In the next instance, the world fell away from Lily. It was strange... wasn't she the one who was supposed to be falling? Sound and colour drained away, leaving her standing in a white space. As she moved forward, the white fractured all around her, the vast expanse replaced by a field of green stalks. She stumbled and fell to her knees as a figure offered her his hand, pulling her back up again.
They did look alike...
"They're waiting for you."
The sun above felt so warm, as if it was almost embracing her. Lily looked up and smiled.
"Thank you..."
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Post by QuinnTalon on Mar 14, 2013 10:37:39 GMT -5
Jan Colton; District 9's Volunteer: The Boy Who Would Watch the World Burn
Lily...
...What was...he didn't even know she had that, and he stopped fumbling through the med-kit. Looked at the four packs of Celox on the ground next to him--that Lily had dropped next to him--and then at the little girl.
His little sister of the Arena. Who had just put a syringe of pink poison into her own heart rather than attack Ember.
He felt tears. Looked around at the dead. Izzy...when had that happened? Had he been fighting with Felix? In the time he and Felix had been tearing each other to pieces, his Big Sister had died. Arrows... ...There were arrows.
And Sassinak, who stood with Felix until the bitter end. It was sort of poetic, how they went down together. The sound of the cannons had nearly overlapped each other, and he hoped that Felix and Sassinak wouldn't want it any other way.
Little Lily... ...Who had just poisoned herself. Rather than attack Ember, she'd poisoned herself.
It was her own act of rebellion. She would choose her own death. The Capitol wouldn't choose it for her.
She'd choose it herself.
And Ember--he thought he'd only have her here. That he'd only have her in the Arena, but...One Male. One Female. Of any District. They could both go home together but...
..The price. It was far too high. Far, far too high.
He stayed where he was, half-bandaged and with Felix--they were going to have to pry him away, Jan was sure--and could only watch.
No matter what happens...I love you.
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She took his hand, and he smiled.
"They are waiting for you." The last few had done this. Had looked at him and he could see it in their eyes. That he and Jan looked alike. Neither of them had ever agreed, but he supposed they did a little.
Their souls did, perhaps.
"Time to rest. To heal. As long as you need." She was so little, and she'd made it to the Final Three. "Let's go Home, Little Sister."
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Mar 14, 2013 14:08:39 GMT -5
Ember Clay: District Twelve Female Tribute, “The Girl Who Loved to Play with Fire”
Ember nodded and joined Lily's side. She kept a brave gave as Lily made her choice. She was her little sister. They never met before now, they weren't related, but Lily was Ember's blood. And she promised if there was a heaven, she'd see Lily again.
Lily was far from innocent. But she represented the innocence of the tributes... however when Ember slid the knife between the little girl's ribs, Ember felt like she was killing the last ounce of her innocence.
She placed Lily gently on the ground, listening to her take her last breaths and cradling in her arms. Once Lily was gone, Ember kissed her forehead. “You're welcome, Little Sister.”
Ember glanced up to Jan, her eyes glassy with water. She carefully placed Lily's body on the ground and went to Jan.
“If this a trick, I'm not leaving this Arena without you...” Ember said, taking off her armor. Once she was done, Ember took out her last cigar and lit it.
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There was a tall, angelic looking young lady standing next to Jace. She had dark hair and the same grey-blue eyes that Ember had. She smiled when she saw Lily. “Welcome home, little sister.”
The crowd parted and a handsome man came to forefront. He too had Ember's eyes and that same smirk. He took Lily's other hand. “Thank you, for taking care of my little girl.”
Cinder chuckled. “Daddy, this is your little girl now, too.”
He laughed. “My littlest princess.”
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Post by Seryna on Mar 14, 2013 14:59:11 GMT -5
"May I present the winners of the twenty - sixth Hunger Games; Ember Clay of district twelve and Jan Colton of district nine."
These simple words are causing mayhem elsewhere. No doubt people are grieving for loved ones and favorites. Yet people are also rejoicing for two victors were coming home today. For Hiriam and Lyme, this would no doubt be an amazing day. Yet for those who knew these tributes, those who loved them, this day would be bittersweet.
The hovercraft arrived over head and a ladder fell from the sky. Upon touching it, the tributes were immediately frozen and drawn up to the safety of their new life as victors. Gloved hands press Jan onto a stretcher and expertly begin medical aid on his grievous wounds. Ember and Jan both were stealthily injected with some drug that made their pain seep away and the world go black...
Another craft arrives to pick up the fallen tributes. Images of Jan, Ember, Isolde, Sassinak, Felix and Lily play over the screen from the moment they stepped from the platform. The Hunger Games had ended and they had ended in Ember and Jan's favor.
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