Hunger Games rp (Not Accepting)

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Mercutio Harriway
|District 12|Male|Age 12

Mercutio was able to move, but unable to run at the speed of his preference. His frozen wound has yet to stop trickling little bits of blood, and he breathed heavily, his heart throbbing and twisting violently inside his chest. A vicious scowl took place of the determination on his face as he jogged in the girl and his ally’s direction, hopelessly persistent. He refused to let go of a potential step home, and refused to turn back-why bother die trying to get away when you are already going to die anyways? There were still nine obstacles blocking a light home, and very briefly in this freezing inferno of an arena (funny, how irony works in that way) he found himself imagining what would actually happen if he got to go home. He would never need to steal, work, or hunt to sustain his family of five. Older brother there for a hug, little brothers and sisters, his poor nine-year-old brother just watching and waiting while his sisters stood at bay, if he won, he would have enough money so that none of them would have to take tesserae-and father and mother would be happy and not starved-this thought was able to clear his head at least slightly as he shook himself. Exhaling sharply, he picked up his speed, his legs barely under his control as he bounded behind Wyatt, almost catching up to the girl.

[Dia.]

Wyatt skidded to a stop a few feet from the girl as she tripped.
He tried desperately to keep any emotion from his mind as he fumbled with the spear in his frozen hand. He couldn't let his thoughts get the better of him this time... or he would never have the chance to get home.
The boy looked back to make sure that Mercutio made it through the snow.

[==★ тea & caĸeѕ ★==]

Rani coughed as she weakly pushed her upper half up and out of the snow with her arms. They shook slightly as she tried to hold herself up. She slowly looked up to see the taller boy, Wyatt, standing just a few feet away, his weapon, a spear, in his hand. So that was the weapon that would end her life. She gulp slowly, her throat feeling dry. She willed herself not to cry. She didn't want tears to be frozen on her face when she died...if the boy didn't maul her or anything like that. If she were lucky, they would hit her, and either kill her quickly, or she would start to die slowly, Darren would find her, and he would try to help her. The thought of Darren made her want to cry even more. What would he do when or if he finally found her body, just lying in the snow, most likely in her own blood?

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Mercutio Harriway
|District 12|Male|Age 12

Through the snow-battered landscapes Mercutio charged.


As absurd as the thought was, it was almost if thinking about his family was enough to put wings to his heels as he barreled through the barren landscapes, overtaking Wyatt and screeching to a halt in front of the girl on the ground.

Almost stumbling as he stopped in front of the poor girl, Mercutio found himself compulsively telling his hands to just get over it, this is more than disappointing, but other than Pan and Karlen, he was hesitating more and more when trying to attack. Maybe it was because he was sick of the media always on Pan’s dainty little cloven hooves, badgering her down for interviews and the fact that she bloody didn’t deserve it. On Karlen’s part it was completely untriggered. But here, watching the girl just lying in the snow, her once pretty face emaciated, Mercutio saw himself in her eyes. Just get over it. He told himself, gripping at the sword once more. If he could get over this, then he really could go home. For some odd reason he couldn’t fathom, though, it was almost as if he couldn’t bear to see this happen, and he closed his eyes tightly. He wasn't sure what he was thinking as he raised the sword, readying it. Maybe because he was sick of the Capitol forcing children to kill? Once, on the TV back home, Mercutio saw children-twelve-year-olds, just like him, attending school and being happy. Of course no kid wanted to kill, of course no Hunger Games contestant wanted to give up on their innocence. But that was the way the Capitol works. I’m sorry.

He brought the blade of the sword down upon the girl forcefully. He wanted to go home, too.

[==★ тea & caĸeѕ ★==]

Rani felt the full force of the blade slice into her back. She cringed in pain, her eyes going wide for a second, before her arms, that had been keeping her up, gave in beneath her. She lay almost still in the snow, white flakes from the blizzard still caught in her blonde hair. Her breaths came in gasps, which almost sounded like crying. Blood poured from her wound, staining the once-white snow and turning it blood red. "Dar...ren..." She choked out, her voice a whisper, quickly carried away by the blizzard.

[Dia.]

Wyatt's eyes widened in shock as Mercutio overtook him and went in for the kill. He lowered his spear thankfully however, and closed his eyes for a moment. He stayed back, looking around and watching to see if Darren was going to appear in a mad rage.
Nothing is more dangerous than a man who just lost his love.
Wyatt shifted his weight, peering through the snow and trees.

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Mercutio Harriway
|District 12|Malr|Age 12

Mercutio opened his eye a crack after he had swung the sword downwards, before they widened in an expression akin to fright, and he found himself taking a step backwards, his eyes not leaving the face of the girl in front of him, scarlet blood flowing from her neck wound like a tap. She was whispering something with her dying breath, and that’s when he felt the exact pain she was in right now-it simply wasn’t right to have her lying there in pain, and she truly needed to go to a better place other than here. Other than here. Suddenly feeling himself tense in self-loathing, and then the loathing swelling till it consumed himself, he realized that he really should be directing anger at the Capitol for doing this to them. Opening his eyes again (this time, he wasn’t even aware that they were closed) he could feel himself just ‘know’ what he needed to do next. Unzipping his jacket, and pulling from his inside pocket a sharp knife, he slid off the sheath of the knife, revealing the clean silver blade, serrated at the tip. He knew what he was going to do. She didn’t deserve to die in the snow like that.

Crouching in front of her, Mercutio found himself with a surprisingly strong grip at the knife, and he almost felt like himself again, except he knew that he won’t ever be himself again. Plunging the knife into her side as almost a mercy killing, he withdrew the knife once again. Staring at the girl’s face, he wished he knew what to say to the quickly-slipping body. I’m sorry you had to go through this because of my selfishness, but at least you’re in a better place now, in a place where flowers grow and where bread falls from the sky like rain-

[==★ тea & caĸeѕ ★==]

Rani made a small, choked sound, more scarlet blood leaking from her fresh wound. It didn't take long for her heart to stop. She lay still, her lifeless eyes staring at nothing and into the distance.

Moments later, a canon sounded, signifying her death.

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Mercutio Harriway
|District 12|Male|Age 12

Mercutio found himself staring down into the lifeless eyes, before bending further, reaching forwards and gently shutting her eyes from the rest of the world. There. It seemed to be more...final in that form. Usually, he would have dug around to find something to add to his supplies, but he has more than enough when he robbed Pan and the bloodbath boy. Two hefty backpacks, the third one dropped off at the cornucopia. More daggers than he’ll need. Food. He doesn’t need any more. Almost gently, he grabbed the girl’s cold shoulders; the dribbling blood has mostly slowed to a thin trickle, and dragged, to the best of his ability, dragged her corpse to a clearing, where the clear snow showed no disturbance on. Dabbing away the rest of the blood and almost ceremoniously bowing his head, he took a deep breath, roughly standing up and making a path back to the trees, feeling rather impacted. Pretty soon, the hovercraft would be arriving.

((OOC: asdfghjhgfdsasdfghgfds
-drowns in pool of tears-
QAQ))

[Dia.]

Wyatt followed Mercutio and sighed as he watched the scene before him.
"I left my backpack in the tree where we were treating our wounds." He said soberly, eyes slightly downcast.
"I hope its still there."

{{really bad human writer's block just set in. /wails}}