So I've gotten the occasional comment of "Are you making another SYOT?" It seems most of you enjoy the Mutant Games theme. So yes, there will be another...just not at this moment. To be honest, after finishing this one, I'll probably be going on hiatus for awhile. Not forever, but a break to let the creative juices flow. But we have awhile until that comes.
Harmony Curr, District 8
The voices carried on, not even bothering to check in my hiding spot. This is what I've been diminished to. A dented dumpster behind the ruins of the House of Mirrors. I plucked glass from my boots, and I could see the dirt and blood caked beneath my nails. My mind wandered off to home. Magen would just scrape it out with her teeth or a toothpick. Kelli would never have let her hands get that way in the first place. Smith, I smiled, would shrug indifferently.
I scratched away at the underneath with one of the shards of broken. Kalel's dead. Gone, zip, do not pass go. The blood, god, it was everywhere. I can't believe I got away the first time. The second time, pure luck. And I know for a fact the Careers won't spare me a third.
The sky darkened with time and the first drops of rain began pouring down. Swishing my head about, I peered over the top. The dismal sight made me pull my arm around me. Plops of rain drenched my hair and face.
Throwing my leg over the side, I scrambled over, falling with a light "oomph!" Ugh, I'll be feeling that later. I'm feeling it now. Rubbing my sore tailbone, I waddled a little until I could comfortably walk to a toppled tent. The cover was torn slightly and filthy. I pinched the the edge of the fabric, dragging it with a wrinkled nose to my hideout. Please, no one see me. Please.
A squeamish tingle ran down my spine as I grabbed the foul smelling, molding fabric. Ick. I tried shoving the girly attitude of my personality (which is practically all of my personality) and with a barbaric grunt, tossed it over my dumpster.
I jumped the box used as a step and ducked my head in. God, please no one saw me. Just imagine what everyone in Panem is thinking right now. I'm in a freakin' dumpster.
Kalel would really help right about now. My backside ached and I crawled into the corner the metal dumpster amongst the thrown in silly string and empty dirty water hotdog cardboard boxes. This is disgusting on so many levels.
Kalel. I feel my face, and find the water on it to be salty. Regret still haunts my hollow head...dammit, one of Magen's illegal emo bands are getting to my head. But, I saw the Two Career coming. I tried to warn him. Should I have pushed him out of the way? Told the girl to stop? Pinched myself to make sure this wasn't all just some horrible nightmare.
I feel the oils of my hair and dirt on my face. All I wanted was a shower. Clean clothes. A warm bed.
I just wanted to go home. But for once, I couldn't get what I wanted. And it scared me.
Erone Thorne, District 12
I shook my head tiredly. "No, we cannot go get the Twinkies."
Bubba groaned, butting at my leg. I stood my ground. "I'm serious. I don't care if they smell delicious." He grumbled. A sharp pain shot up the back of my ankle and I smacked the panda's nose sharply. "Do not bite me, Bubba. That's a bad Bubba." I've already lost it, so why not become the leader of an angry hoard of pandas. The others acted strangely around the Bubba one and he gave me an annoyed roar.
"What, am I supposed to rename you all or something?" He rolled his gray eyes, trying to get a message through I wasn't fully comprehending. He sat back on his bottom in a human-like position, rubbing his smiley face stomach.
"Do you want me to call you Aphrodite?" The look on his face was clear; no Aphrodite. "That's what I thought."
Devmani Crews, District 1
How to get rid of Fiona...how to get rid of Fiona...?
That's a little cold hearted. But true. She was dragging us down. We weren't doing anything. It was all, "Fiona doesn't feel strong enough" or "Fiona can't move too much." Seriously, I'd bleed her out now if it speeded up the process.
I had the stomach to clean everything up. With what little medical knowledge I already had (a bandaid would not be covering that), and what Fiona offered, I managed to make sense of what was left. A lot of blood gone, that's for sure. She'd need some definite stitching. I'm no Kazu, so, sucks to be her right about now.
Every now and then, she'd flip to a boy, and it was sort of unnerving. No, she had to be the one with a heart and be all polite and quiet about changing. Couldn't she be at least ugly? That would make things a lot easier. Turn around after you take a leak and find a hot guy staring off in the same position, it can be creepy.
The first beginnings of daylight streamed up. Just enough light for us to see. Last night's death toll left me a little cranky; I had been so hoping to get my hands on that Nine girl. At least she's gone. My ribs agreed with another pulse of pain.
The Inside-Out Girl, as she was described. And the Panda Caller. This one, admittedly, made me sad. I may be a cold hearted bitch, but who is ever happy to see a kid who can summon pandas go? There was also the kid from Six, but he never struck me as a threat.
I shook the other girls awake, gripping my dual swords. Thirteen's eyes flickered up without a sound. Olive batted at my hand, flipping over onto her stomach. It took more shaking and refusing the thought of tossing her into one of the occupied enclosures (those kangaroos looked vicious...)
"Where are we going?" she mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
I kicked over her weapons, slicing my sword in practice swings at the air. I spoke one word. "Huntin'."
Ronneir "Ron" Tammel, District 2
Hunter poked the mounds of pink fluff. Drool dripped from her slightly opened mouth and she stroked the cotton candy like a small animal. Without another moment of hesitation, she horked down a plume. The sticky pink sugar stuck to her fingers and she gnawed it off with her front teeth.
"I fucking love cotton candy." Twinkies are better, I thought bitterly. This whole amusement park, I haven't found one Twinkie except what had been in the Cornucopia. My stomach was rumbly but that stuff didn't look edible to me.
"Where's to next?" I asked. So far, Hunter has ridden every coaster. On most there had been a number of traps, mainly malfunctions in the systems and you wouldn't believe how many carts I had to heave up to free Hunter from her neck breaking position. Response from her?
"Let's do that again!"
She smiled at me with pink teeth, the cotton puffing up her cheeks. She swallowed the unbelievable mouthful. Her fingers twitched around her knife belt and she scratched fidgety at the back of her ear. Extremely spazzy.
"This way!" she pointed off. Without even considering me, she sprinted in the directed zone, hopping a fence to a bumper car area. I followed, tugging the fencing from the ground with a grunt and kicking it to the side.
Hunter turned her wheel stubbornly on the pedals. "Go! I command thee to!"
Slowly, I waltzed up to the control booth and pressed the big red button. When in doubt, press a big red button.
From the walls, more bumper cars zoomed out at unnatural speeds. Crazed clown things smiled eerily at me and the front was line with sharp spikes. I sprinted and landed in the seat beside Hunter.
"Fatty, you're taking up most of the room!" she growled. Her hands were shaking and she choked down another fluff of pink. She batted the seat belt aside, instructing me to rip 'em off. "Safety last."
The clowns cackled and Hunter slammed her foot down on the gas. "Go, go, go!" she screeched. Her laughter carried on, long and wild. My hands wrapped around the guard in front of me to keep me from propelling forward with every jerking stop.
Balancing myself in a standing position, I swung my hammer, decapitating a clown thing. Hunter twirled about and drove full speed into another. The mutt flipped out of its seat, dissipitating in a pile of green gack. Hunter drove right over it. Her hand trailed over the side and she lifted it back up to draw battle lines beneath her lines with the green.
"Vroom!" she grinned. Every blood vessel popped in her arms and she twitched her head.
"You okay?" I asked. She gave me a crazed grin, even on my level, and headbutted the wheel's center to activate the horn. It only proceeded in jutting us from our seats. A cartoonish spring popped up under our seats and I skidded across the smooth surface.
Hunter was already on her feet. She leaped through the air to slice her knife through a clown's face, taking the red nose and pinching it onto her own. Every now and then, her muscles flailed aimlessly, and she ate another glob of pink fluff tucked into her jacket.
I brought my hammer down onto a car. It flew off the ground, landing off to the side. Sparks flew drum above, stinging my skin and singeing holes in my clothes.
Hunter scratched at the scabs on her face. She slammed onto the brake, flying with a euphoric yell to bash into my body. We covered enough ground to hit the curb of the waiting line and pain shot up my spine.
Angrily, I punched her back. Her thin body landed weightlessly onto a car. The spearing tips pierced right through her, but no blood melted from her.
"Eh," she mumbled, standing to throw a sufficient roundhouse kick at an oncoming clown. Nailed it right in the face. She honked her nose, giggling. "That itched a bit."
No deaths.
Devmani Crews, District One ~(Olive, Fiona)
Kazu Hokoshi, District One (killed by Erone)
Hunter Faye, District Two ~(Ron)
Ronneir "Ron" Tammel, District Two ~(Hunter)
Leanara Gee, District Three (neck snapped by Ron)
Trint Nevlin, District Three
Felicity Lissette Lebedev, District Four (betrayed by Dev, dagger to stomach)
Rodney Calder, District Four (Head smashed in by Ron's hammer)
Cynthia O'Meara, District Five (speared in the stomach with a trident by Rodney)
Aries Prospero, District Five (what did happen to him...)
Lysemet Sprintyarrow, District Six (killed by Trint's death touch)
Kalel Lepios, District Six (sneak attack by Hunter)
Skylar Hawkins, District Seven (killed by Trint's death touch)
Derrick Young, District Seven ~(decapitated by Ip)
Harmony Curr, District Eight
Erik "Nugget" Traub, District Eight (crushed by pirate ship ride)
Mira Fox, District Nine (poison and crossbow through torso from Trint)
Nico Lenho, District Nine
Melissa "Lissa" Arno, District Ten (head smashed after tornado)
Till Yarrow, District Ten (hacked apart by Hunter)
Mimosa Thistle, District Eleven (Hunter's maiming and dagger through chest)
Jasper "Jaz" Martinez, District Eleven
Olive Quaker, District Twelve ~(Devmani, Fiona)
Erone Thorn, District Twelve
Fiona C. Flycactus, District Thirteen ~(Devmani, Olive)
Ippetra "Ip" Z. Flycactus, District Thirteen