Post by Wallace Barker on Jan 12, 2016 10:30:30 GMT -6
Wallace lay against the wall of the building housing the console he had been protecting since the beginning of this madness. His clothes were soaked with blood, and his left arm hung limply at his side, his shoulder wrapped tightly with the sleeve from his jacket. Wallace felt his stomach growl, and his right hand moved to his stomach, which ached. "Not much use for food now is there?" he said as he saw the hovercraft flying in his direction in the distance. He tried his best to prop himself up against the wall so he was siting up, gritting his teeth and hissing as he did so. "Not much left to do I guess, but do what I've done since the beginning, hang out here." Wallace laughed a little which turned into a groan as his hand reached for his wounded shoulder. "It wasn't so bad I guess." he said with a smile on his face "There were some good times, hanging with everybody. It was actually rather peaceful in the beginning" Wallace's eyes welled with tears as his smile broke "I'm sorry Nelson" he sobbed "I should have helped you more, I'm so sorry" Wallace leaned forward incomprehensible now, his body trembling with each sob.
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Jan 12, 2016 11:50:34 GMT -6
It seemed Sharlot and Lartius weren't the only bloodied ones here. The war had taken a toll on everyone. Sharlot spied Wallace crying from across the market. They made eye contact, but they both remained seated, too defeated to continue the fight at the moment. Fighting seemed pointless with that ominous hovercraft overhead. They were going to die anyway if they didn't find cover.
Sharlot regretted ever getting involved with the Hunger Games. Why couldn't she just be content to stay at home with Mr. Cuprick? As sad as their marriage was, right now it seemed preferable to dying on the market streets. Did she really think she could come out of this thing alive? The Peacekeepers didn't stand much of a chance and her dreams of becoming the next Game Maker were quickly fading.
Sharlot scribbled a message onto her note pad. She tore out the sheet and folded it into a paper airplane, throwing it near to where Minerva sat.
The note read, "Hey Minerva, I know you're a Peacekeeper too and there's very few of us left. I don't know what your plan is or what your priorities are, but I think we need to make one last effort to hack this command point to keep our team alive for one more day. If the rebels win 4 of the 5 command points today, then it's over."
"Also, I'm not going to attack anyone. I think it's more important for us to escape the hovercraft. What do you think?"
Post by Minerva Umber on Jan 13, 2016 5:32:05 GMT -6
Everyone was miserable, everyone was hurt. Everyone was dying. Minerva hadn't wanted to be involved. She had wanted her parents to be proud of her, for her sisters to live through this war. Maybe none of that would matter anymore. She leaned back,
"Anyone got any food?"
Minerva turned the note over and scribbled on the back, almost too weak to write. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'm not ready to die... but I don't think I can make it through this. We're supposed to spy so this hovercraft doesn't kill us. We're supposed to get food or we die... we're supposed to kill each other. We might as well hack, and maybe just shoot a bullet or two just to feel better about ourselves." As she wrote she let out a laugh
Post by Lartius Selkirk on Jan 13, 2016 11:05:32 GMT -6
Lartius laughed, then winced, still feeling the pain of the tracker jacker venom. "No, I don't think we will find anyone with excess food. Anything given up at this point, while greatly appreciated, would probably spell death."
At this point, more than the war of rebels vs peacekeepers, food and the hovercraft seemed to be the death for Lartius. He just hoped he could hang on. To see another day.
Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Jan 13, 2016 13:35:51 GMT -6
Sharlot laughed too. This had to be the most pathetic standoff ever, with four wounded or starving tributes laying in four corners of the market, all of them mentally preparing themselves for the end.
Under different circumstances Sharlot could see herself being friends with all of these tributes. No one here was bred to be a vicious killer. These were all kind people, even Lartius, who proved he was as cunning as she was. But Sharlot was too competitive, too determined to win to be turned to the other side like the other weak Peacekeepers who were too easily swayed by the rebellion's flowery rhetoric. If only they knew what was coming. In a day or two they'd all realize that all their efforts were for nothing.
Sharlot wrote back, "Everyone's hungry Minerva, but don't be tempted to go for the food. We can't afford to waste any actions. If you don't hide from those hovercrafts it'll be a lot more painful than not having food for a day. And if we live to see another day I'll give you my food.
If you're going to shoot someone, shoot Wallace. I dealt a ton of damage to Lartius yesterday and I think he will die on his own from hunger or from the hovercraft at the end of the day. Actually, if you have ANY items you should use them today. This very well could be our last day.
And let me know what hack score you get so I know whether to try hacking or hiding again."
Post by Wallace Barker on Jan 13, 2016 14:54:15 GMT -6
Wallace shook his head weakly. "No food" was all he could muster, coming out as a wheezy rattle from his throat. He looked around himself and shook his head again. There wasn't anything left to do. Wallace hadn't decided to make some new world for himself or the rebellion, it was just the side he was delivered into. Either way he was damned, he doubted he would have survived being on either side, or that his being here had much of an impact on the outcome. He was just more fodder to be fed into the plans of those like Vester and whoever was pulling the rebellions strings. Just another body on the battlefield.
Post by Minerva Umber on Jan 13, 2016 21:12:50 GMT -6
"Well, looks like this is it. No food for me. I didn't want it anyway." Minerva spat at the ground. Her mother would have called it unladylike. "See you guys on the other side, where there are no damn peacekeepers or rebels."
"I had a couple decent hack scores, and a terrible terrible spy roll... so my death is fairly assured." Minerva whispered as she walked over. "Do what you can, and good luck."
Post by Lartius Selkirk on Jan 14, 2016 8:56:22 GMT -6
Lartius bowed his head. He did not always get along with Sharlot, but she was from district 3 too, and he had come to respect the way she fought and survived for so long. This death hit him harder than he expected.
At least, he realized, he had enough food to survive to Day 9. Looking around at his surviving tributes, he asked, "what about you guys, do you have enough food to survive until tomorrow? If so, what are your plans?
Post by Wallace Barker on Jan 14, 2016 10:49:59 GMT -6
Wallace lay still on the ground still, but he knew that Sharlot had been killed by the hovercraft, his expression was blank. "I guess they thought I was already dead." He murmured more to himself than to anyone else. He heard Lartius's question, and his right hand moved to his stomach that was scrunched tightly inside of him. "I will die soon..." Wallace said with relief.
Cal Mensen: I believe you edit the post. You can either rewhisper to everyone (too much work), or copy and paste the whispers into public text. I'd imagine you'd want to give some sort of symbol or notation that they were once whispers.
Jan 23, 2016 17:42:35 GMT -6
Holly Edison: Just copy it before you go to edit...sometimes it disappears
Jan 23, 2016 18:37:20 GMT -6
Wren Hartwood: I hope everyone enjoys my amazing but wasted bird ending lol
Jan 24, 2016 10:16:08 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: It was pretty great, I could see it having been carried out as part of Wren's mind breaking, like a delusion only he could see
Jan 24, 2016 13:38:18 GMT -6
Holly Edison: READ ALL THE THINGS
Jan 24, 2016 14:06:01 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Archive binge!
Jan 24, 2016 15:47:17 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: I think reading all the other Day 9 locations hit me harder than the finale. Fuck...
Jan 24, 2016 17:38:46 GMT -6
Eloise Sugarglider: Anyones in particular, i havent madr it to binging yet.
Jan 24, 2016 18:17:59 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Yours... Watchtower... Market...
Jan 24, 2016 18:47:49 GMT -6
Gwendolyn Fisk: Wallace, I loved your Day 9.
Jan 26, 2016 16:56:35 GMT -6
Wallace Barker: Thank you! I loved reading everything that happened with everyone :3 SUUUUUPER depressing.
Jan 26, 2016 17:36:51 GMT -6
Holly Edison: I miss this game.
Oct 25, 2018 12:51:36 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Same here, part of me wants to allocate some time aside to building a new one in a different setting. It'd be easier to devote time to if there's a shard interest.
Nov 26, 2018 10:38:10 GMT -6