Post by Cal Mensen on Jan 18, 2016 21:28:18 GMT -6
Everything happened so fast, it took a few seconds for Cal to begin escaping. The training afforded to a Peacekeeper meant he had no difficulty escaping from standard issue hand-cuffs used by the Capital. Stretching his freed hands and arms, he begins to dash to the dropped crate. Seeing the weapons strewn upon the ground, he remembers his luck lately with combat.
Better one of the others put those to good use.
Keeping pace with Wren, he pauses, and gives him a playful punch to the shoulder to get his attention. He smiles, his eyes filled with confidence, tears edging into the corners.
“No matter what happens, you finish this Wren. I love you.”
Sprinting ahead of the crate, he makes a bee-line for the anti-aircraft gun. His heart begins to sink as Vester has placed himself between the escaping tributes and the gun. Cal takes a deep breath; he needed to give his friends as much time as possible. As he reaches Vester, a small smile is on his face, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“Vester, thank you so much for your incompetent handling of the Hunger Games! If I had listened to you, I’d just be another dead tribute, like that backstabbing traitor, Sharlot…”
Spy Vester (attempt to get under his skin)
XKxtr5G81d10+2
OOC: Vester, please create your own dialogue, whatever you find to be appropriate. I do have some suggestions though…
The Gamemaster halts, shaking with rage. Despite his burns and wounds, he charges down the indignant tribute, landing blow after blow on him, berating him as he went.
“You misguided fool. You had TWO jobs to do, retain order or die trying! I have created the greatest Hunger Games the Capital has ever witnessed! You will die here, and it will be all for nothing, you worthless drone!”
Cal did his best to parry the blows, but the damage was severe and lasting. As Vester continued to rant and rave, his small smile grew into a wide grin. The Gamemaster’s frustration just furthered Cal's resolve; it was a losing fight, but he was going to go down swinging.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you? You can’t kill a Ghost!”
As Vester’s onslaught intensified, the toils of starvation and sustained damage begun to break Cal down. He could hear the hurried footsteps of the tributes behind him. If he could just hold the Gamemaster’s attention for a while longer…
See Wren… I became a hero after all…
1d10+2
Better one of the others put those to good use.
Keeping pace with Wren, he pauses, and gives him a playful punch to the shoulder to get his attention. He smiles, his eyes filled with confidence, tears edging into the corners.
“No matter what happens, you finish this Wren. I love you.”
Sprinting ahead of the crate, he makes a bee-line for the anti-aircraft gun. His heart begins to sink as Vester has placed himself between the escaping tributes and the gun. Cal takes a deep breath; he needed to give his friends as much time as possible. As he reaches Vester, a small smile is on his face, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“Vester, thank you so much for your incompetent handling of the Hunger Games! If I had listened to you, I’d just be another dead tribute, like that backstabbing traitor, Sharlot…”
Spy Vester (attempt to get under his skin)
XKxtr5G81d10+2
OOC: Vester, please create your own dialogue, whatever you find to be appropriate. I do have some suggestions though…
The Gamemaster halts, shaking with rage. Despite his burns and wounds, he charges down the indignant tribute, landing blow after blow on him, berating him as he went.
“You misguided fool. You had TWO jobs to do, retain order or die trying! I have created the greatest Hunger Games the Capital has ever witnessed! You will die here, and it will be all for nothing, you worthless drone!”
Cal did his best to parry the blows, but the damage was severe and lasting. As Vester continued to rant and rave, his small smile grew into a wide grin. The Gamemaster’s frustration just furthered Cal's resolve; it was a losing fight, but he was going to go down swinging.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you? You can’t kill a Ghost!”
As Vester’s onslaught intensified, the toils of starvation and sustained damage begun to break Cal down. He could hear the hurried footsteps of the tributes behind him. If he could just hold the Gamemaster’s attention for a while longer…
See Wren… I became a hero after all…
1d10+2