70th Hunger Games SUPERLATIVES
Most Badass Death
-Insive Rilies: Killed after extensive Hand-to-Hand Combat with Raina
-Umber Dane: Beheaded by Reeder
-Christopher Talbin: Head Split Open by Pec
-Jules Famber: Throat Ripped Out by Christ
-Harvie Gray: Impaled on Sword by Christ
-Kis Miles: Neck Snapped before games by Christ
Most Tragic Death
-Pec Alber: Stabbed in the back by Reeder
-Reeder Sims: Committed Suicide
-Darling Yonge: Hung by Christ
-Ashian Tiller: Exploded at the Cornucopia
-Elizafer Bennet: Accidentally killed by Fema
-LIAM STABBED IN THE CHEST AFTER TRYING MISGUIDEDLY TO PROTECT (mutt) KIS
Favorite Games Plot Twist
-Fema seeing the Ghosts of dead tributes
-Reeder kidnapping Darling
-Christ no longer able to feel pain
-Umber, Pec, and Fema kidnapping and torturing Dim
-Christ, Raina, Umber, Pec, and Liam attacking the Career Stronghold
Tribute Who Died Too Soon:
Tribute Who Lasted Too Long:
LIAM, WELCOME TO THE PARTY!
70th Annual Hunger Games Announcement
- Liam Miles: Killed by HIS FUCKING SELF.
that whore called me lazy. I guess we know who’s going into the pit first in the next Games.
Correction: Umber gets all dem credits. That bad ass mofo.
Liam watched them go, breathing harder now but smiling, looking up into the trees, surveying the area of his last resting spot. The trees stood tall around the two figures left there, one already gone — though there wasn’t anything in there in the first place.
"Kis I’m so sorry…" he whispered into the woods. There was a small rush of wind, the trees rattling their leaves that sent a chill to race through his slowing heart. For a moment, he felt like she was there, he could hear her laughing in the wind, dancing amongst the trees. A single leaf fell in his direction, twisting about in the wind as it danced along the currents before resting in Liam’s bloody, shaking palm that rested on his thigh. He sighed, another tear or two rolling down his face. He stroked the green patterns that extended from the leafy spine, letting it rest contently with him.
'Not much longer now…' for some reason the thought didn’t leave him with dread, but a sense of satisfaction. He had made it as far as he could, but now it was time to return to the sister that called to him from the breeze. Even his father’s soothing tone joined the sound of the gray-eyed girl and his smirk widened. He looked down at the bloody mess that covered his chest, letting his chin rest in the crimson for a moment before he lay his head back against the familiar bark of the tree he rested under.
This was a good place to die.
Of anywhere, the small clearing with its multitude of trees was the most like home.
That alone was comfort enough.
The sky was nothing but darkness but there still seemed to be a faint glow about the place. The trees seemed almost illuminated, the hue warm. He wasn’t afraid, if anything this was right. It’s what he wanted. He had nothing left but for what awaited him in the next world, where there wouldn’t be any more fear of Games to come. Oh no, he’d be just like the little colt in the last story he told to the 12-year old girl, Darling.
He’d learned his lessons.
He’d lived the hardships.
It was time to be free once more.
A thought crossed his mind about the twins. They were to lose a sister, brother and a mother. They’d be alone, but they were too young to understand. And surely there would be those that would take them in. Everything was going to be fine.
Liam took in another shuddery breath, gulping down the iron taste that sat in his mouth. His smiled stared the trees down, waiting for the moment when his time in this nightmare would finally be over. He thought he heard one last whistle, a call that all those in District 11 were aware of.
It signaled the end of the day.
Already accepting of his fate, he let the call echo in his head, closing his eyes until the call faded into the calming black that welcomed him with open arms.
Ooc: Gotto go to work — be back as soon as I can! D:
MEMO TO ALL DEAD PEOPLE!!
PARTY AT MINE AND KIS’S FLAT. EVERYONE IS WELCOME.
Can the dead do a RP?
but how. I want to kiss you in it. -_______-
I’m up for it now! I’m in heaven, I’ll be fun and care-free! Maybe even bi until Sandra gets here.
AND OKAY WITH MAKING ALL MY WORLDY DREAMS COME TRUE.
Ooc: Here’s the real question —
Who can all get on Skype RIGHT NOW. Just the chat feature. Not the cam feature.
HEY DEAD PEEPS. ANYONE UP FOR A PARTY AT DUMBLEDORE’S PLACE?!
I wonder if Jesus will be there.