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» The Last Battle, OPEN [fight]
Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Feb 24 2011, 01:04 AM
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Gem


No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.


Uaithne lowered himself onto a log and started to assess his wounds. He knew he should have something to eat and drink, but he couldn't pull himself together to do either of them, and he feared that if he did, he'd simply puke it back up. Instead he examined his wounds. There was an arrow jutting out of his knee. It hurt to bend, so he rested it for awhile, though he knew that when it came down to it, he'd have no choice and he'd have to use his leg or else he'd be dead. He leaned over and examined the wound, which was already swelling. Even if the arrow hadn't stuck, he'd be unable to do much with his leg. Better get used to limping. A droplet of blood dribbled onto his pants next to the ragged hole left by the arrow, and he reached up to touch his cheek. Somehow--be it by the arrow that struck him or by the way he bit down on the inside of his cheek--he had managed to tear it open so that, quite disturbingly, his teeth were visible through a decent-sized hole. It hurt like hell, but he couldn't resist the temptation to push his tongue through it just because it was weird. He eventually gave up when he couldn't stand the pain any longer and found the hat that he'd been carrying around the arena since the beginning. He emptied it of the odds and ends he had stored in it--the fish bones, a couple rocks--and pressed the fabric against his cheek. He winced, but at least it would help slow the bleeding.

It was Day Eight in the Games, and for the first time since he arrived in the arena, Uaithne realized he had a chance. All he had to do was kill two more people, and he'd be free! Chances are, when the others heard the canon shot, they would think it was for him; there was no hiding the fact that no one thought he'd make it this far, and no one would ever guess that he had made it passed Ambrose. Tired, beaten, and bloody, but still alive nonetheless. And if they were waiting for Ambrose, they'd probably expect the Tribute to come after them. Or would they? When he had last seen Districts 6 and 7, they had been fairly beaten up, but not as bad as they were at the Feast. And, considering the fact that they were still together, he could assume that they didn't do the damage to each other. And since no other Tributes besides himself and Ambrose were present in the arena at the time in question, he could assume that they did battle with the Career. Therefore, perhaps they wouldn't expect Ambrose to attack them, unless they feared Ambrose got a good item at the Feast which would kill them all. Uaithne's head was staring to ache with all the complicated thinking. Normally he didn't mind putting thought into things, but he always had Ro to fill in the gaps. Besides . . . he'd never been in a life-or-death situation before.

So what should he expect? Would the Games drag out into a ninth day, or would it end now? He listened for the sound of a canon shot to signify the death of one of the other Tributes, but he always kept in mind that it could very well be two against one. The thought brought great uneasiness and crashed his excitement for being in the top three, but he knew he couldn't get ahead of himself. He must be prepared for all situations possible. . . . Even if he didn't know what could possibly happen in this hellish world. He shivered and tried to make himself smaller, but moving only brought pain to his knee. With a wince, he threw another glance down at his leg.

At last he stood up and began to move around, shifting his weight slightly and moving his arms. He had to keep warm and prevent his joints from growing stiff in the cold--especially his bad leg. He had to keep his mind from growing stiff, as well. He couldn't allow fear to paralyze his brain as it realized what he had done only moments before, and how he had torn life from a human being. Tonight, a family would go to bed in tears because of him. And tonight, perhaps his family would go to bed in tears because someone else ended Uaithne's life.

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HP: 51/90
Inventory: morning star, slingshot, hat, chewing gum, Lilly's water, arrow, fish bones, stones, knife
Summary: waiting for his final fight

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Logan Cramer
 Posted: Feb 24 2011, 03:47 PM
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Chele


To die will be an awfully big adventure.


The walk was a slow one. His right leg was hurt from Eadan's axe to the point he was limping, and his left arm might as well have been missing for all the good it was going to do him. It seared with pain every time he moved it, and he could only just hold onto the crowbar. Even his teeth hurt as he clenched his jaw, teeth grinding together with every step.

Logan didn't know where he was going, he had no idea where to find the last tribute. He still wasn't even entirely sure who it was. If he thought about it rationally, his mind would tell him it was Bliss, the Career from 1, she was strong, and he was pretty sure she had the best scores of all the tributes, but her lack of appearance was offputting. She'd not been the type to shy away from a fight, to hide, which brought him back to Uaithne from 5.

At any moment, he was expecting an earthquake, or some other unnatural disaster that would force the two of them together, whoever the other one was, but as he came across the district five sitting on a log, he realised that wouldn't be neccessary.

Fuck the Capitol!

He wouldn't make any witty jokes. He wouldn't taunt Uaithne or ask him how he wanted to die. He wouldn't even comment on how they were the final two. He wouldn't give them that. He couldn't.

Slowly, Logan walked out of the trees.

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Health: 44/90
Weapons: Machete, Crowbar, knife
Update: Here we go.

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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Feb 24 2011, 03:54 PM
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11-November 10 • 315 Moneys

Gem


Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey 'people.'
People say different things: so do instincts.
Our instincts are at war... Each instinct,
if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified
at the expense of the rest.


So close to the end, and yet so far from victory. Uaithne knew what he had to do, though he didn't want to do it. He took a deep breath as he saw Logan enter the clearing. It was now or never.

"Hello," he said. No emotion. No humanity.

He picked up the morning star and moved forward.
    26 damage to chest

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Summary: Uaithne's given up, so Logan's going down. Hit to chest.

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Logan Cramer
 Posted: Feb 24 2011, 04:08 PM
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Chele


Death doesn't bargain.


Logan had never known a kind of pain that came when the morning star hit his chest. It was like having the wind knocked out of him with knives. A thudding dull pain mixed with a searing sharp pain. It was a terrifying agony.

The force of it sent the machete flying from Logan's hand to somewhere behind him, and suddenly, Logan didn't care. It had never been his thing. Until a fortnight ago, he'd never used a Machete in his life. Hell, he didn't think he'd used it at the training centre, so he'd never used it until maybe four days ago.

No, Logan had done something else, and he'd done that for all his life. Quickly moving the crowbar into his other hand, Logan balled up his hand and pulled back.

6 damage to face, plus ten for strength marks
16 damage to face


Yes, it hurt, it hurt like hell, especially when he realised he'd hit teeth without the cushion of the cheek between, but it was that satisfying pain, that satisfying pain of knowing you hurt them more than they hurt you.


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Health: 18/90
Update: Logan is fucked. Also... Punched Uaithne in the face.

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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Feb 24 2011, 04:20 PM
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Gem


We are what we believe we are.


Uaithne cried out when the first hit him, and he tumbled backwards. The blow had knocked a tooth or two out of alignment, and he spit out a mouth of blood and bone onto the ground.

But he couldn't stay down. He grabbed his morning star and--

He couldn't fight with a morning star when his opponent had no weapon. It wasn't noble it wasn't--
    Was it better to live an animal or die a human?

Uaithne didn't have a choice. It was all the Capitol's choice, and never in his life had he felt more helpless even though it was clear that physically he was better off than the other Tribute. He needed to live--he needed to see Ronan again. Because when it came down to it, he didn't need his brother--ah! if he had found out anything in the arena, it was just that!

His brother needed him.

Uaithne swung the morning star.
    13 damage to chest

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HP: 35/90
Summary: hit!

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Logan Cramer
 Posted: Feb 24 2011, 04:31 PM
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Chele


With death comes honesty.


Logan couldn't scream, he couldn't cry, he didn't have the power to. As much as he'd protected his sisters all his life, he didn't think he was a crier, but he wanted to, he wanted to so badly.

He thought he was ready, he thought he'd come to terms with it, he thought he could do this, but he couldn't, he couldn't do it, he didn't want to die!

Please, I don't want to die!

1 damage to chest, plus bonus, 11.

Logan dropped the Machete, it wasn't going to help. Instead, he just pulled back and swung forward as hard as he could. The pain wasn't there anymore, that couldn't be good. He couldn't feel his hand at all.

Logan stumbled back. Tears coming up behind his eyes, but not because he was going to die, and he was going to die, he knew it, but because of his sisters. He needed them. He needed them to be there when he died, and he couldn't see them. He couldn't picture their faces, even as he scrunched his eyes closed and waited for that blow he knew was going to come.

I don't want them to know this fear!

Logan couldn't see them, and it hurt far more than any blow that was about to kill him.


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Health: 5/90
Update Punched Uaithne.
Is it sad I actually cried writing this. I am such a sap!
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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Feb 24 2011, 10:13 PM
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Gem


What saves a man is to take a step.
Then another step.


Uaithne grimaced as the punch hit him in the chest, but he didn't falter. He was so close to the end--so close to the end of it all--that he couldn't spare a moment to think about what he was going to do.

It had been odd. When he had killed Ambrose, there was great confusion and uncertainty with the process. In a battle of emotions, he had finally managed to take a life. But now, killing wasn't any easier--he was just more prepared. It was like swimming: the first time you were thrown into the water with no clue how to swim, you had to flounder around til you did it right. But once you had tested the water and knew how to move your arms, there was no second guessing how you went through the motions to keep yourself afloat. He was faced with the same challenges of how to kill the boy in front of him, but now that he knew what to do, it wasn't so hard.

Tossing the morning star to the side, Uaithne grabbed his knife and plunged it into Logan's throat as he had done to Ambrose. He ripped the knife out in a less-than-desirable jagged manner. Uaithne fell to the ground next to Logan.

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HP: 24/90
Summary: Death blow

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Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.


Most wanted it to be quick. When I die, I want to die quick, no pain. They talked about putting someone out of their misery, helping them go, and to Logan, in that moment, it was all words of complete and utter crap!

He didn't want to die quick, he didn't want to die at all, and every moment breathing was a success, a motion that was almost impossible once the knife pierced his throat. Uaithne's motion wasn't one mercy, he wasn't putting Logan out of his misery, he was taking away his own. He was selfish, just like Logan would have been if roles were reversed. He wanted out of the Arena, just like Logan had done, and in this moment, Logan wished he'd killed the boy back when he saw him the first time in the woods.

Logan fell backwards, landing on the warm ground with a thud. Was it that the ground was warm, or was it that he was cold? He couldn't tell anymore. He didn't want to tell, he wanted... oh, there were so many things that Logan wanted but would never get, so shouldn't be asked. His eyes slipped closed as breathing became, not almost impossible, but impossible full stop. Blood had built up in his mouth, and no longer able to cough it out, it dribbled through the corner and down his cheek into his hair.

He wasn't Eadan, he couldn't give Uaithne any words of advice or any orders. He hated him, hated him more than he'd ever hated anyone in his life. Eadan had told him to Fuck the Capitol, and while her order made sense at the time, he was no longer sure it did, because Logan didn't want to fuck the Capitol, he wanted to fuck over the Callahans. He wanted them to hurt, he wanted them to feel as much pain as he was in.

He wanted to see his sisters as his control finally gave in completely, his mouth falling fully open. He wanted to kiss his mum on the cheek as his head lulled to the side. He wanted to look after them, but it was up to somebody else now.

As thought appeared and vanished from existence, heart slowing until it finally stopped with one last feeble thud, Logan hoped that whoever looked after his sisters did a better job.
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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Feb 25 2011, 10:53 AM
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Gem


You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.



Away.


Uaithne reached out for something to hold onto, and when he found nothing, he sank his fingers into the cold, thin dirt. He kicked his legs against the ground, only to be met with a shooting pain that rocketed through his body from his injured knee. His hands scrambled to pull himself forward, but there was nothing to hold onto, and his grip was so weak . . .


Get away.


He dropped the knife. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding it in the first place. It clattered away from him, and he kept grabbing at the ground. Finally he used his arms, even though they hurt like hell. He pressed his forearms against the ground to drag himself across the forest floor. Blood poured from his face, and he could barely breathe as the ache in his chest grew stronger and stronger. He pressed his good foot into the ground and heaved himself forward.


Keep moving.


Oh, hell, the pain! Each second that passed brought further agony, but he had to keep moving forward. The arrow dug further into his knee, and his body revealed wounds that he never knew he acquired. Cuts on his arms, a laceration to his forehead. Bruises. But he had to keep moving.

A whir above him. --What?

Couldn't move.

The sensation of weightlessness.

The ground--where was the ground going?!

Higher.

(Dying.)

(He was dying and ascending to the clouds.)

(Didn't make it. Killed to live, but didn't survive the arena.)

Uaithne passed out.

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