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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jun 1, 2020 3:51:03 GMT -5
oh man I havenโt done one of these in years hell yeah >:0
could I claim the district 7 boy,, finishing top 12??
I can fill in other details later Iโm so tired rn but I saw this and got excited oops))
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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jun 1, 2020 3:58:13 GMT -5
thatโs perfect actually!
Ill get some sleep in me and then I can get my stuff together lmao,, thanks!))
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Jun 1, 2020 23:13:52 GMT -5
(Here! Iโll get my forms up soon :3.)
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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jun 2, 2020 23:06:43 GMT -5
posted my forms! does everything look ok ??
Simic would be bottom 12 btw :0 rip ))
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 3, 2020 4:35:38 GMT -5
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i'm looking forward to this!- - - - -โcrap... i totally forgot why i'm here.โ- - - - -
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 3, 2020 16:29:30 GMT -5
rem.
I canโt breathe. I canโt breathe! Rem reached out for stability, and her fingertips found only the glass tube which contained her. She looked back for any hope of escape, though she knew there was none. It felt like her ribcage was collapsing in on her lungs. She forced air in through her nose and out her mouth.
The platform jolted beneath her feet. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in! A rush of wind came in from above. She looked up and saw only gray. The platform was rising, she looked back, but it was already too late. The preparation room, her stylist, the oppressive fluorescent lights, all were gone. Instead, what surrounded her were waves. Turbulent deep water. Her eyes tore around her surroundings, trying to take it all in. Water, and far away, land with overgrown grass and a moss-heavy trees. Beneath her platform, opaque water. To either side, other tributes. The girl to her left was crouching, preparing to jump. Only then did Rem hear the booming countdown. Her golden eyes flicked up, to the giant digital numbers projected onto the sky. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero. They flashed by in immediate succession.
Then, before her brain could catch up, her body was leaping downward. She dove into the water, then swam as fast as she could for the surface. I need to get to the cornucopia. This thought was all that propelled her forward. She swam as fast as she could, faster than she ever had before. Arms blinding cutting through the water. It was cold, and she could sense its deepness underneath her. Her boots were heavy, and the water drenched her jacket and pants, but those were problems for when she found land. When her head broke the surface, she gasped for air. For the first time since she entered the holding room, she could actually feel the air in her lungs. A strange calm came over her that demanded she reach land. Her survival instinct kicked in, clearing out all panic that might have dragged her to the bottom of that cursed lake.
A cannon sounded.
She looked to either side. The water was too turbulent to see anyone else, so she made a beeline for the cornucopia. It was on a muddy, naked island that rose up from the belly of the lake. Rem remembered the words of her mentor: The cornucopia will be a bloodbath. It'll be your best chance at narrowing your competition.
Soon her boots made contact--cool, sucking mud. She encountered it long before the shore. As she began trudging through it, she looked to either side to see others beginning to rise from the water. Rem moved as quickly as she could, but the mud pulled at her boots, nearly tugging them off. It rose to her knees, and the water was still at her neck. She nearly choked on it, but instead spit it out. She crawled through it, gasping. And then suddenly her hands met dry land.
She emerged through the water feeling angry. Angry at the President for putting her through this. Angry at the gamekeepers from making the stupid arena. Angry at her school for blackmailing her into volunteering. And angry at the other tributes for being in her way.
She was blind to everything around her. All she saw were the throwing knives hanging on the inside of the cornucopia. Only once her hand felt the familiar weight pressed against her palm did she look. She felt water trickling down her neck. Three silhouettes stood in the mouth of the cornucopia.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 3, 2020 19:37:01 GMT -5
hello!
I posted two chars on the joining form, this looks so fun. If I need to change anything let me know ^^)
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 5, 2020 20:16:33 GMT -5
( I'll try to get starters up for my characters tomorrow. Question before we get into it though: how are you going to handle the missing character slots? I'd make more characters but I don't think I could handle more, unless I make someone to die in the first few replies. )
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 5, 2020 22:07:23 GMT -5
(aight here goes!)
SOL
"Good luck, Solaris. May the odds be ever in your favor."
Her stylist's solemn words faded away, and Sol felt the air grow stale around her. She reached out, and her fingers found glass - she was in the chute now. Headed up. The rumble beneath her feet continued for several minutes, and then, seemingly all at once, she was outside. She took a surprised breath as a breeze hit her face - she could smell water. That was a start, anyway. How deep it was or how far it went, she didn't know.
Five.
Her head jerked up as she heard the first number in the countdown. Think, Sol, think. Use your head.
The cornucopia would be in front of her, where she'd been facing when the tube took her up. Her stylist had told her that. So all she had to do was...
One.
The moment she heard the timer hit zero, she was off like a shot. She leapt off her podium and found herself submerged in water - her feet brushed nothing. She would have to swim. Quickly, she began to cut her way towards the cornucopia, swimming fast and easy through the thick water. Up, down. Up, down. Breathe in, submerge, breathe out. Repeat.
Just when she thought her lungs would explode, her hands brushed up against something. Eagerly, she clawed at it, and pieces of it crumbled under her fingers - land. She'd made it. Not wasting a second, she sped forward, keeping her head down and swerving a little every time she heard a shout or the rustle of a jacket near her. Her feet brushed backpacks, and she collapsed to her knees, her fingers snaking over and inside each one with practiced precision. In this one. nothing. In this one...water. Knife. Knife.
She grabbed the knife and bolted, running at breakneck speed in a random direction away from the cornucopia. The priority was to get away.....to be unseen until she had a plan. She would -
But then, she slammed head on into something solid, and let out a yelp of surprise as she tumbled a few feet across the ground with the force of the impact.
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ACACIUS
He was going to die in here.
He'd faced up to that on the train ride there - as much as he wanted to go home, he wasn't winning this thing. There was just no way. He'd volunteered for his sibling because he wanted them to live, not because he had a better chance than they had.
Sun on his face.
Wind in his hair.
Dew catching on his skin.
Here it begins, he thought, leaping into the water. The coldness of it surprised him, but he pushed onward, dragging himself up on land like a half drowned rat.
Here it begins, he thought, running as fast as he could past the cornucopia, breaths coming in heaving gasps.
Then, his foot brushed metal.
Click.
BOOM.
And here, it ends.
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 5, 2020 23:16:55 GMT -5
kaus.
The night before the games began, Kaus sat at the desk in his private room and wrote a note to himself. The slip of paper would later be crumpled into a ball and discarded into a wastebasket. It would eventually find its way into a vast mountain of junk. There it would sit for six weeks, before it eventually decomposed and turned to dust, wedged between a tin can and a broken projector. Its content, which was written in chicken-scratch handwriting, would be lost to the wind. It read only: Kill or be killed.
That note would survive longer than the boy that wrote it.
Kaus stood at the mouth of the cornucopia. Water dripped down his face. His dark hair, naturally curly, hung limp above his forehead. His dark blue eyes were trained on the girl who stood ten feet in front of him. Her back was turned. Kaus clenched and unclenched his jaw. In his hand was a javelin. He picked it up when he arrived first at the cornucopia (he was a fast swimmer) and then hid with it tucked between his palms as the first wave of tributes arrived on the shore.
He recognized this girl. She was from district 2--pretty and sly--a career. Killing her right then was the obvious solution. Careers had a habit of sticking together, and that made them tough to pick off later in the games. Kill or be killed.
He gave the javelin a short toss in his right hand, testing its weight. His target was the small of her back. In the spine. It would be a quick death which would buy him the time to grab more supplies and then run. He found that spot with his blue eyes, pupils dilated. His fingers tightened around the javelin. His shoulder dropped, and he raised his left fingers to guide its path.
It left his hand the exact moment that she turned. The point of the aerodynamic weapon, which was directed toward the girlโs spine, whizzed through the air cleanly and purposefully. It would have met its target had she not turned, momentarily drawing her hip out of the danger zone. It struck the back wall of the cornucopia with a metallic clank.
Her eyes flicked up to his.
Kausโ gaze widened. For a moment he dared to wonder if fate made him miss. Perhaps this is a sign, he thought. A sign that Iโm meant to fail. But these thoughts are fatal for a person in the throes of survival. They drained from his mind like through a sieve. It was an unlucky throw, his mind corrected firmly.
He grabbed a backpack and ran. He dove into the water and began swimming toward the northeastern shore. Now his mission was to find the other members of his alliance. He would not tell them of his first attempt at killing.
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 6, 2020 1:33:28 GMT -5
Chat ;;
i'll get something up for percy soon! i've been SUPER busy as of late and have had no time to relax. T-T but i think i might have some time tomorrow, or tonight, if i don't pass out- - - - -โcrap... i totally forgot why i'm here.โ- - - - -
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Post by ~โัััฮนะธั on Jun 6, 2020 1:39:22 GMT -5
Ash kept his hands folded close to his chest as his pedestal rose, standing uncomfortably stiff to avoid touching the glass. Like most things in the Capital, he was nervous heโd break it, or smudge it, or get blown up by it if he touched it without permission. Irregardless of how many times heโd been scrubbed clean - he still felt dirty and out of place amidst the luxuries of the penthouse and of the various dressing rooms heโd been guided into.
His fingers slowly uncoiled, and his hands fell to his sides as bright light filled his vision. He took in a slow breath, sucking in the scent of the moist air, algae, and whatever decaying matter happened to be lurking in the waterโs depths. The jarring odor came with a sickening realization; he was no longer a guest in the Capital, but a tribute in the Games. That had always been the case, he supposed, but now it was actually happening...
Before he couldโve ever mentally prepared himself, his body was pushing itself off his pedestal as the countdownโs final digit dematerialized. The water was cold, and he didnโt dare open his eyes in the murkiness, but his hands made contact with mud quickly enough. He scrambled to his feet, and stumbled forwards quickly to avoid being swallowed by the mud sucking him in. Other tributes were reaching the cornucopia just as he was, and others were already there, but their faces were a blur as he spotted an axe waiting for him. Without checking for his safety, he plowed towards it, not stopping his charge until it was in his hands. He then turned, checking his back, before seizing ahold of the first backpack in his range.
He started off in the direction he was facing, throwing his bag over his shoulder and ducking his head to avoid projectiles as he ran. He didnโt get far before something collided against him - causing him to nearly fall into the water and then turn with his axe raised. He was certain his life had ended, or someone elseโs was about to, but before he could bring the axe down...he froze.
โThe careers are going to look at that girl like sheโs a meal, a meal!โ He could remember blinking in surprise as his mentor slammed his fist against the table aside his plate. Heโd opened his mouth to protest, but the former victor had already heard all his excuses. โThe games ainโt about being โfairโ Mavis. If youโre lucky, someone will off her at the cornucopia and you can get this damn thought out of your head before it gets you killed! Of all the ways your dumbass is gonโ die, it better not be because you ally yourself with a blind girl in the damn Hunger Games!โ
His mentor was going to...kill him.
Without more than a heartbeats hesitation, he lowered his axe and grabbed ahold of her hand. โP-Please donโt stab me, I-Iโm going to help you. Come on, please, we gotta go...right now.โ He spoke quickly, and was already dragging her into the water after him. He could only hope she would follow...and not stab him. Simic - no one specific Simicโs weight hadnโt left his toes since heโd entered the glass tube. He spent the entire ride upward bouncing sporadically - trying to sooth out his nerves - but he was still fidgeting as he broke into the arenas surface.
He wasnโt sure if he was bright red or paper white, but he felt confident that he was one of the two unpleasant colors. He couldnโt breath, or hear, and there were only twenty seconds left when he regained his ability to see. Water?! No one had told him heโd have to know how to swim! Panicked tears started to filled his eyes, and he quickly lost track of his surroundings again. Despite the fact he had no intentions of going towards the cornucopia, his stomach was still in a knot at the thought of a bloodbath.
He let out a series of choppy breaths, trying desperately to focus on the clock rather than the thought of his impending death. The clock was suddenly at zero, and he had no idea what to do with himself when the tributes to either side of him leapt into the water. Several seconds passed with blood roaring in his ears before he managed to turn and throw himself in the opposite direction, wading, and then sprinting away from the cornucopia in ankle deep water as fast as he could.
((i screwed myself over by tryin to write this when im exhausted,, but its fiiine asdfghjk))
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 6, 2020 3:51:49 GMT -5
โ If you swing on me, you better not miss. โ
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[ seventeen - District 1 ]
... this is just a border between places ...
Focus. he told himself, closing his eyes and bowing his head as he felt the world outside of that small tube be closed off, fine machinery lifting him up slowly into a new world, one that was yet to be discovered, carefully crafted for the sick and twisted entertainment of the citizens of the Capitol. Focus. Breathe. Speed will be everything, but so will focus.
The world would shine brightly into his eyes and his eyes would scan amongst those around him. Water. Ugh, what is that ungodly smell? A swamp. Marshland. Hot and sticky, filled with toxins, poisons and all sorts of dangers. He was quick to look at the Cornucopia, analyze the desirable items, and those who had direct access to the route there. His dark blue eye moved to glance beyond just the water, keep a careful count of the beat in the sky, the sign of the count-down. Trees in the distance? He could move there. He hadn't rejected, nor accepted the idea of being with the Careers. He was from District 1, after all. It would be fitting.
It's your best chance of survivin', mooncake, a familiar voice sounded in his head, his focused stare around him losing the one thing he had been straining to keep. Then he glanced upwards and saw the timer flick to 0, and his body propelled him forward into the warm, disgusting water. "Beat their asses 'til there's nothin' left. That's how I plan on winnin', after all." Gritting his teeth and clamping his mouth shut, he pushed himself through the water, wading through the mud and pulling at it,using anything and everything to help keep him forward.
A small girl dashed in front of him, going for the backpack that he had been trying to immediately go for, a color of bright ginger flashing in his face as he looked after the streak. Being light had its perks here, he supposed. But being so small and frail would be the death sentence for others. The water made his feet uncomfortable with the squish as he ran once he had more of stable ground to rush up to, going into the Cornucopia. His hands went to the circular, curved blades, ones that he loved to use, the familiar weight and cool feeling washing over him, like a drop of water finally settling.
"Well, when I go, I would probably stick 'round in the fight. It's best ta show off like that, y'know. Actively go after those that might be a threat later on, keep them weaklin's 'round. Makes for a flashier end when ya tear 'em 'part limb from limb. Crowd would love that. If ya make a show in trainin', Gamekeepers tend ta put your favorite weapon there. Makes ya wanna fight for it n' makes it entertainin'. Even if I'm a part of the Careers, I wouldn't stick with 'em. They'd slow me down, but I'd stick long enough to go on a hunt or two. Tend ta be a bit of a solo player. Hey! That's like you, mooncake. ... what? Don't give me that look. You're the dark 'n edgy type. Totally a solo player. Guess I'm gonna copy your style, sweetheart."
Calm, his dark blue eyes moved around, looking immediately for a target. I'm not the flashy type, but it worked for you with your sponsors, so here's hoping, my dear. The tribute known as Perseus would look back at the dark whom was rushing out into the muck and water and he narrowed his eyes, getting a grip on the weapon with his finger-tips, watching her move through the mud. His arm and body spun to go and let the chakram fly through the air at the red-haired girl, but a clanging sound behind him made him look over his shoulder instead of watching to see if his blade met its mark.
A javelin had been thrown somewhat nearby, and that made him stand up straight, his ice cold dark blue gaze falling on a figure that was quick to retreat. He sorta reminded Percy of himself. It was the boy from District 9. If ya don't do somethin' useful, I ain't gonna know your name. Make a show, and I'll get myself an ally. That's how I see it, mooncake. The words rang in his head and he narrowed his eyes, but he was quick to move, looking back and seeing the small girl from District 2. She was supposed to innately be his ally. He glanced back and the boy was gone. A cannon sounded and he gave a small huff, knowing he would have to go retrieve his chakram, there were a very limited amount that he had access to.
Percy turned back to the chaos that this would be, standing near the mouth, his back to the metal, turning his head towards the outside, leaving his right side, his blind side, to those already inside, as the Careers were those of which he found valuable. Focus, Perseus. Allies do not mean anything. Protect them long enough to live for a hunt, then disappear. Keep focused. Do not look away. Find a target, and swing your blade. And he did just that, pausing to glance at the fallen figure of the small girl that had taken his backpack that he had gone for. He glanced back at the small girl from District 2, and then went back outside, another chakram already in hand, ready to slash or be thrown at a moment's notice should someone get close enough as he went to get the one that he had already thrown. |
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 6, 2020 14:57:22 GMT -5
rem.
Rem stared down the boy from district nine, eyebrow cocked as if to say: โYou dare to throw a javelin at me?!โ She half forgot they were in the Hunger Games and for that reason was more offended than angry. Before she could retaliate, he was gone. Damn. She twirled the knife expertly between her fingers.
The javelin remained lodged in the wall. It would be of no use to her, and it was difficult to swim with anyway. Knives were much more portable. But these were matters to sort out later. She wanted a backpack. Comfort was of primary concern to Rem, and she would take anything survival-related that she could get her hands on.
As she reached for a pack, another problem presented itself: a body. A curtain of red hair draped over skinny white arms. The form was several feet away, outside the shadow of the cornucopia. Rem paused and looked up. The boy from District One, Perseus, stood a short distance away. His tall silhouette blocked out the light, and she could just make out the color of his eyes. Dark blue. His body was tensed, having just thrown a weapon of his own. Rem followed his gaze to the fallen shape of the little girl from district nine. Then flicked back to him. โMe next?โ she dared, though she made no motion to throw her knife. She straightened, flitting out her arms to give him a clear shot. The look on her face was calm, almost flirtatious.
He wouldnโt.
Perseus snatched the backpack and marched to retrieve his weapon. Remโs lips curved into a smile. Heโll come around, she thought to herself firmly, naively. She could tell he was resistant to joining the Careers. He wanted to do it all alone. Lofty plans had a way of breaking down under pressure. She slung the heaviest backpack she could find over her shoulder. She was in no rush to leave the cornucopia. Most of the Outliers made straight for land, too scared to enter the fray. The Careers and would be the only ones to stick around. Well, and the idiots, but two of those were dead already.
Rem eyed the wall of weapons. Swords, bows, machetes, spears, maces, clubs...All barbaric. The last thing to catch her eye was a box containing a row of neat darts, barely thicker than needles. And a vial of poison. She looked over her shoulder to be sure no one was watching, then slipped the box into her pocket.
Outside, the air tasted of wet grass and rot. She wrinkled her nose as she marched down the hill. Her hair was beginning to dry. It glinted dark golden in the filtered light.
โWe should get going!โ she announced to the Careers. โWeโll need to find a shelter before the sun goes down.โ
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Jun 6, 2020 17:01:54 GMT -5
(I have my main character completed, any alliance she's in, she'll be loosely tied to. I'll get my male and other characters up soon.)
(Edit: They are both up now, as for jumping in, should I just go for it, explaining their actions after the countdown?)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Jun 6, 2020 18:15:15 GMT -5
Styx Deirdre
To die is to sleep. To sleep is to dream. To live is a nightmare. A motto for a young girl, so odd and so unique. Passed down by generations of killers, far before the games even began. District 7 was no place for a girl as malnourished as her, with no meat stuck to her bones, and no hope of cutting down the looming lumber in her home district. It made her, as it made anyone, useless in regards to what needed to be done.
Lonely was her life until that point, and lonely it remained. Her name being chosen was no shock, really. A reprieve was more like it. Getting away from the tormenting of her angry elder cousins, escaping the hate she endured and returned with spite.
Nothing about Styx was soft or kind, it was all rocky edges and sharp teeth.
While her heartbeat picked up in pace as the glass tube elevated, she found her breathes calm and even. This wasn't a scary thing after all, was it? It was called a game for a reason. And surely even the scariest of games could have an ounce of fun mixed in.
Regardless, she couldn't quite bring herself to care. The words ringing out, numbers they were, were only passing echoes. No, she busied herself instead with planning out a method of escape. A method to win, a method to die. Neither really mattered to the female at the moment. All that mattered at the moment was the water, and how in the world is this fair? Four has the advantage here!
Nothing in life was fair, to be fair-honest. She knew that quite well, so when that tricky number of Zero came, she reacted accordingly.
The cornucopia was sure to have weapons. Running away gave no advantage, not in her mind. Running meant others winning, and you don't play a game(voluntarily or not) without the intentions to win. Those who won had weapons, weapons to kill. So she did the reasonable thing, at least in her mind, and dove into the water heading for the cornucopia.
Any ideas of alliance or of trust were never really pondered to the 15-year-old. Her mind more concerned with survival and the best strategies to win at the game of life. Regardless of who she ran into, Styx had the tactical advantage of a high pain tolerance. Every snap of a branch across her cheek, every bruise, every drop of blood lead to someone who was stronger in a sense of mind, but horribly pessimistic.
Swimming, for it's own part, wasn't quite as difficult, especially in this lake. She was from a District with forests and ponds all over the place. She had swam before, perhaps not as well as the boy from District 4, or the girl from the same district. But the simply fact stood that she could do it. However, it was obvious she wasn't the first one there.
Well, crap, it was stupid enough that she had to deal with other people, it was worse now that she actually had to be in knife-stabbing distance of them. Quick as she could, she walked fast through the mud, not unused to mud after the rainstorms back in Eight, and ran to the side of the Cornucopia, making sure to never stop, as stopping meant a larger target on her already tiny back, so, almost like the buzzing of a bee, she began picking off things she wished to take with her. A bag, if she could grab it. A run around the cornucopia, quick as she could, taking materials she felt she may need. Granted, because of her running loop, it wasn't like much could be gathered in her arms. All that she ended up with was a small pouch and larger bag.
She paused, noticing a few figures finally near the mouth of the Cornucopia, and surely that must have been a sign to move on as it was. However, the girl from 2 seem distracted by the boy from 9, whose javelin had barely missed the career. She took that moment to get closer, grabbing her desired object right from under the nose of the careers as they handled other tributes, a sickle was all it was, not exactly deadly by most standards, unless you knew how to use one. As she as she had it in her fingers, she stuffed it in the bag, turning a complete 180 on her toes as a figure nearby, a career boy from district 4, took notice of her, grabbing his spear from nearby, ready to attack her.
She decided to follow in the loose direction that the boy from 9 did, knowing that her District partner, Ashley, had likely decided to run in that way. However, it was a cold fear that took place, causing her to run back behind the cornucopia, dodging any blows the boy from 4 may have dished out.
A plan, I need a plan. I'm outnumbered, and I can't stay.
Hidden still, when the boy from one and the girl from two began to speak, she dove back into the water, knowing better than to waste her time on bloodthirsty careers. Her lungs started burning after moments, knowing she subjected herself into the deep waves, but the direction that boy from 9 went, that was the safest place. Further from careers.
Burning, she never quite expected the feeling of not breathing, of the cold water to insight such a feeling in her lungs. And yet, it did. the northeastern shore was safest. That much she was sure of.
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