Drominad Hunger Games - RP

[Unintelligenius he/him]

19 hours ago, Mag said:

Sharlin was just scrambling away from Aerol's shot as he reached her. As he swung, she lunged at his legs, attempting to pull him down to the ground with her.

Evan tried to jump back, but with all his wounds just wasn't fast enough, and was dragged to the ground. He managed to keep hold of his tomahawk and tried to swing at Sharlin, hoping to keep her distracted long enough for Aerol to do something.

[Mags she/they]

21 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Aerol dove for her, knife in hand. She went for Sharlin's neck.

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GLASS YOU WERE IN MY WALLS????

As she lunged forward to trip Evan, the knife slash missed, and left a gash in her upper back instead. Sharlin let out a short cry of pain.

15 hours ago, Uninteligenius said:

Evan tried to jump back, but with all his wounds just wasn't fast enough, and was dragged to the ground. He managed to keep hold of his tomahawk and tried to swing at Sharlin, hoping to keep her distracted long enough for Aerol to do something.

Sharlin was able to dodge around the tomahawk, wresting him to the ground and bringing her gun up again. She took the first shot of him she could get, and fired wildly.

Edited June 12, 2025 by Mag

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

8 hours ago, Mag said:

As she lunged forward to trip Evan, the knife slash missed, and left a gash in her upper back instead. Sharlin let out a short cry of pain.

Sharlin was able to dodge around the tomahawk, wresting him to the ground and bringing her gun up again. She took the first shot of him she could get, and fired wildly.

As she fired, Aerol tackled her from behind and drove the knife into her neck (or tried to).

[Unintelligenius he/him]

On 6/12/2025 at 9:02 AM, Mag said:

As she lunged forward to trip Evan, the knife slash missed, and left a gash in her upper back instead. Sharlin let out a short cry of pain.

Sharlin was able to dodge around the tomahawk, wresting him to the ground and bringing her gun up again. She took the first shot of him she could get, and fired wildly.

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rolled a 20 :_(

The shot hit Evan somewhere near his stomach and he cried out in pain. He would have to finish this before the adrenaline wore off. He slashed at Sahrlin with his tomahawk again.

[Through the Living Hope]

33 minutes ago, Uninteligenius said:

The shot hit Evan somewhere near his stomach and he cried out in pain. He would have to finish this before the adrenaline wore off. He slashed at Sahrlin with his tomahawk again.

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!!!

@Through The Living Glass

[The Stormfather He/Him]

3 hours ago, Uninteligenius said:

The shot hit Evan somewhere near his stomach and he cried out in pain. He would have to finish this before the adrenaline wore off. He slashed at Sahrlin with his tomahawk again.

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OoOoOhHh

*Me eating popcorn*

Stuffs's happenin'!

 

[Through the Living Hope]

35 minutes ago, The Stormfather said:

 

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Do you want to pick FSotC back up?

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 hours ago, Uninteligenius said:

The shot hit Evan somewhere near his stomach and he cried out in pain. He would have to finish this before the adrenaline wore off. He slashed at Sahrlin with his tomahawk again.

Aerol cried out in pain, blood pouring everywehre, but Glass was waiting for @Mag to see her last post :PP 

[The Stormfather He/Him]

20 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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I do. I'll be able to next week, when exams (Well technically my school board renamed them because it sounded too 'intimidating' but) are over.

 

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, The Stormfather said:

 

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Awesome!! Finish off strong!!!

 

[Mags she/they]

On 6/12/2025 at 6:04 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

As she fired, Aerol tackled her from behind and drove the knife into her neck (or tried to).

Sharlin hadn't expected it, the mistake of turning her back only occurring to her after it was too late.

It was funny, the pain shooting through her neck was hard to focus on with the horrible cracking sound of the knife slamming into her. Her body instinctively took a breath in and she started choking on the blood.

It tasted bad.

On 6/17/2025 at 1:29 PM, Uninteligenius said:

The shot hit Evan somewhere near his stomach and he cried out in pain. He would have to finish this before the adrenaline wore off. He slashed at Sahrlin with his tomahawk again.

He was in front of her, Sharlin saw him coming. She tried to shoot him again as he came, but her hand was shaking and she couldn't breath. The shot went wild, and the loud BANG shook her to her core. The tomahawk sliced into her stomach and it's momentum set her crashing fully into the ground. 

On 6/17/2025 at 6:01 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

Aerol cried out in pain, blood pouring everywehre, but Glass was waiting for @Mag to see her last post :PP 

She caught a flash of her long brown hair mixed with the pool of blood slowly spreading from her throat. If she could have, Sharlin would have giggled. It looked just look black glossy curls on bloody white tile. Those stupid black curls.

Everything went red. Not angry, painful red. Red carpets and scrubbed up blood stains. Red stifling silk robes and red bows and hard red chairs.

Sharlin gripped her gun tightly, it was still comforting in her hand, the way a gun had always been. A little piece of power for the powerless.

The eyes opened again, no longer angry in their staring. They were just watching, witnessing it all. Who watches a play and then looks away during the closing scene? She didn't blame them.

She was there too. Black curls and a faceless stare winding out of the shadows between the trees. Sharlin would have liked to see the ocean when she died, but a dead sister would have to do instead.

---

Sharp watched the knife go through Sharlin's throat helplessly. He watched as her blood started running in between various leaves and stems of undergrowth.

The mist around Sharlins shadowy form coalesced into something more solid to his eyes. Sharp knew from past Games Sharlin only had a few seconds in his realm before she was pulled away into the next one--the one he couldn't enter. 

A horrible hope shoved its way into his heart. The metal spike was still stuck in Sharlin's body, maybe there was some way she could hold on from this side, the way he had done--

But it was already too late. She had sat up, but was already half gone. 

Sharp thought of something, anything to say before she went. He should apologize. He should say something comforting. All at once he was hit with how old he felt and how childish she had seemed to him. 

Sharlin was looking at him through the misty haze of this place. She didn't smile, but she didn't glare either. Her soul looked unstable, shaking and falling apart faster then normal. Some small fire remained in her eyes as her body slip away.

"About rusting time," Sharlin growled as the last of her was sucked off into whatever lay Beyond.

Sharp's voice was caught in his throat. Another grandchild dead.

---

Forrest sat back in his office. The death scene played on several monitors in front of him, showing different angles. He ran a hand through his silvery hair, releasing the tension he'd felt during the fight. A little tinge of a disappointment rattled around inside him.

All that work for nothing. Some may have called him foolish for gambling on the victory of a Sharp, but he didn't believe in curses and legends. He was old enough to understand silly superstitious were just a human way of explaining outliers and extremes.

"Sir?" Maylee, his secretary, asked. She'd been working on some paperwork at a table behind his desk and pretending not to watch the fight from over his shoulder. "Should I . . . pull out some of our planning files for revisions?" 

Forrest pulled off the earpiece he'd been wearing to get the arena's audio and lay it on the desk. "Yes, I'm afraid we're going to have to start again from the beginning."

Maylee adjusted her glasses and glanced at the screens in front of him. "Won't whatever winning tribute work? I mean . . . it's not like Sharlin ever really was the noble hero you were looking for."

"Do you really think any winner of a death game would be?"

She frowned. Forrest appreciated her eagerness to work around problems, but youth brought impatience.

He sighed. "I had other reasons for choosing Sharlin, but there's no use in dwelling on it now."

Maylee nodded, her curly brown hair bouncing. "I'll send out correspondence informing the others, I suppose you'll want to hold a meeting."

"Yes." Forrest said, turning back to the screen. It really was a shame. There'd been more there then met the eye and he'd been hoping to pick it apart. Perhaps if he was lucky, this wouldn't be the last time he dealt with a Sharp. He had Intel there were a few others left somewhere out there . . .

"Maylee?"
 

"Yes sir?" She was already halfway out of the office's door, one hand on the door knob.

"Get me a coffee."

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Edited June 19, 2025 by Mag

[Through the Living Hope]

20 minutes ago, Mag said:

Sharlin hadn't expected it, the mistake of turning her back only occurring to her after it was too late.

It was funny, the pain shooting through her neck was hard to focus on with the horrible cracking sound of the knife slamming into her. Her body instinctively took a breath in and she started choking on the blood.

It tasted bad.

He was in front of her, Sharlin saw him coming. She tried to shoot him again as he came, but her hand was shaking and she couldn't breath. The shot went wild, and the loud BANG shook her to her core. The tomahawk sliced into her stomach and it's momentum set her crashing fully into the ground. 

She caught a flash of her long brown hair mixed with the pool of blood slowly spreading from her throat. If she could have, Sharlin would have giggled. It looked just look black glossy curls on bloody white tile. Those stupid black curls.

Everything went red. Not angry, painful red. Red carpets and scrubbed up blood stains. Red stifling silk robes and red bows and hard red chairs.

Sharlin gripped her gun tightly, it was still comforting in her hand, the way a gun had always been. A little piece of power for the powerless.

The eyes opened again, no longer angry in their staring. They were just watching, witnessing it all. Who watches a play and then looks away during the closing scene? She didn't blame them.

She was there too. Black curls and a faceless stare winding out of the shadows between the trees. Sharlin would have liked to see the ocean when she died, but a dead sister would have to do instead.

---

Sharp watched the knife go through Sharlin's throat helplessly. He watched as her blood started running in between various leaves and stems of undergrowth.

The mist around Sharlins shadowy form coalesced into something more solid to his eyes. Sharp knew from past Games Sharlin only had a few seconds in his realm before she was pulled away into the next one--the one he couldn't enter. 

A horrible hope shoved its way into his heart. The metal spike was still stuck in Sharlin's body, maybe there was some way she could hold on from this side, the way he had done--

But it was already too late. She had sat up, but was already half gone. 

Sharp thought of something, anything to say before she went. He should apologize. He should say something comforting. All at once he was hit with how old he felt and how childish she had seemed to him. 

Sharlin was looking at him through the misty haze of this place. She didn't smile, but she didn't glare either. Her soul looked unstable, shaking and falling apart faster then normal. Some small fire remained in her eyes as her body slip away.

"About rusting time," Sharlin growled as the last of her was sucked off into whatever lay Beyond.

Sharp's voice was caught in his throat. Another grandchild dead.

---

Forrest sat back in his office. The death scene played on several monitors in front of him, showing different angles. He ran a hand through his silvery hair, releasing the tension he'd felt during the fight. A little tinge of a disappointment rattled around inside him.

All that work for nothing. Some may have called him foolish for gambling on the victory of a Sharp, but he didn't believe in curses and legends. He was old enough to understand silly superstitious were just a human way of explaining outliers and extremes.

"Sir?" Maylee, his secretary, asked. She'd been working on some paperwork at a table behind his desk and pretending not to watch the fight from over his shoulder. "Should I . . . pull out some of our planning files for revisions?" 

Forrest pulled off the earpiece he'd been wearing to get the arena's audio and lay it on the desk. "Yes, I'm afraid we're going to have to start again from the beginning."

Maylee adjusted her glasses and glanced at the screens in front of him. "Won't whatever winning tribute work? I mean . . . it's not like Sharlin ever really was the noble hero you were looking for."

"Do you really think any winner of a death game would be?"

She frowned. Forrest appreciated her eagerness to work around problems, but youth brought impatience.

He sighed. "I had other reasons for choosing Sharlin, but there's no use in dwelling on it now."

Maylee nodded, her curly brown hair bouncing. "I'll send out correspondence informing the others, I suppose you'll want to hold a meeting."

"Yes." Forrest said, turning back to the screen. It really was a shame. There'd been more there then met the eye and he'd been hoping to pick it apart. Perhaps if he was lucky, this wouldn't be the last time he dealt with a Sharp. He had Intel there were a few others left somewhere out there . . .

"Maylee?"
 

"Yes sir?" She was already halfway out of the office's door, one hand on the door knob.

"Get me a coffee."

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Beautiful, as always. 

He could hear a voice outside the door. A gentle voice. 

[Mags she/they]

2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

He could hear a voice outside the door. A gentle voice. 

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tyyyyyyyy

Forrest glanced up from the notebook he'd started mapping out some new plans in.

"Come in," He said, trying not to sound annoyed at being disturbed.

[Through the Living Hope]

23 minutes ago, Mag said:

Forrest glanced up from the notebook he'd started mapping out some new plans in.

"Come in," He said, trying not to sound annoyed at being disturbed.

A middle-aged man stepped in. “My apologies for interrupting anything, Mr…”

[BlueWildRye he/him]

The Greenspine cocked its head, listening for a moment, then narrowed its eyes at Squall. "Sounds like your buddy just kicked the bucket. Would you like to join her?"

@TheRavenHasLanded

[Mags she/they]

7 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

A middle-aged man stepped in. “My apologies for interrupting anything, Mr…”

"What is it?" Forrest asked, not in the mood to deal with timidness. He tried to sound kindly enough.

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, Mag said:

"What is it?" Forrest asked, not in the mood to deal with timidness. He tried to sound kindly enough.

“May I sit?” (Depending on answer he does or doesn’t)

”My name is Falr. I came here from the Free States to negotiate.”

[Mags she/they]

3 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

“May I sit?” (Depending on answer he does or doesn’t)

”My name is Falr. I came here from the Free States to negotiate.”

"Sure." Forrest gestured at the chair near Maylee's table. 

"I was not aware we were receiving an ambassador, at least not at this time. What are you here to negotiate?"

[Argenti he/him]

4 hours ago, Mag said:

Sharlin hadn't expected it, the mistake of turning her back only occurring to her after it was too late.

It was funny, the pain shooting through her neck was hard to focus on with the horrible cracking sound of the knife slamming into her. Her body instinctively took a breath in and she started choking on the blood.

It tasted bad.

He was in front of her, Sharlin saw him coming. She tried to shoot him again as he came, but her hand was shaking and she couldn't breath. The shot went wild, and the loud BANG shook her to her core. The tomahawk sliced into her stomach and it's momentum set her crashing fully into the ground. 

She caught a flash of her long brown hair mixed with the pool of blood slowly spreading from her throat. If she could have, Sharlin would have giggled. It looked just look black glossy curls on bloody white tile. Those stupid black curls.

Everything went red. Not angry, painful red. Red carpets and scrubbed up blood stains. Red stifling silk robes and red bows and hard red chairs.

Sharlin gripped her gun tightly, it was still comforting in her hand, the way a gun had always been. A little piece of power for the powerless.

The eyes opened again, no longer angry in their staring. They were just watching, witnessing it all. Who watches a play and then looks away during the closing scene? She didn't blame them.

She was there too. Black curls and a faceless stare winding out of the shadows between the trees. Sharlin would have liked to see the ocean when she died, but a dead sister would have to do instead.

---

Sharp watched the knife go through Sharlin's throat helplessly. He watched as her blood started running in between various leaves and stems of undergrowth.

The mist around Sharlins shadowy form coalesced into something more solid to his eyes. Sharp knew from past Games Sharlin only had a few seconds in his realm before she was pulled away into the next one--the one he couldn't enter. 

A horrible hope shoved its way into his heart. The metal spike was still stuck in Sharlin's body, maybe there was some way she could hold on from this side, the way he had done--

But it was already too late. She had sat up, but was already half gone. 

Sharp thought of something, anything to say before she went. He should apologize. He should say something comforting. All at once he was hit with how old he felt and how childish she had seemed to him. 

Sharlin was looking at him through the misty haze of this place. She didn't smile, but she didn't glare either. Her soul looked unstable, shaking and falling apart faster then normal. Some small fire remained in her eyes as her body slip away.

"About rusting time," Sharlin growled as the last of her was sucked off into whatever lay Beyond.

Sharp's voice was caught in his throat. Another grandchild dead.

---

Forrest sat back in his office. The death scene played on several monitors in front of him, showing different angles. He ran a hand through his silvery hair, releasing the tension he'd felt during the fight. A little tinge of a disappointment rattled around inside him.

All that work for nothing. Some may have called him foolish for gambling on the victory of a Sharp, but he didn't believe in curses and legends. He was old enough to understand silly superstitious were just a human way of explaining outliers and extremes.

"Sir?" Maylee, his secretary, asked. She'd been working on some paperwork at a table behind his desk and pretending not to watch the fight from over his shoulder. "Should I . . . pull out some of our planning files for revisions?" 

Forrest pulled off the earpiece he'd been wearing to get the arena's audio and lay it on the desk. "Yes, I'm afraid we're going to have to start again from the beginning."

Maylee adjusted her glasses and glanced at the screens in front of him. "Won't whatever winning tribute work? I mean . . . it's not like Sharlin ever really was the noble hero you were looking for."

"Do you really think any winner of a death game would be?"

She frowned. Forrest appreciated her eagerness to work around problems, but youth brought impatience.

He sighed. "I had other reasons for choosing Sharlin, but there's no use in dwelling on it now."

Maylee nodded, her curly brown hair bouncing. "I'll send out correspondence informing the others, I suppose you'll want to hold a meeting."

"Yes." Forrest said, turning back to the screen. It really was a shame. There'd been more there then met the eye and he'd been hoping to pick it apart. Perhaps if he was lucky, this wouldn't be the last time he dealt with a Sharp. He had Intel there were a few others left somewhere out there . . .

"Maylee?"
 

"Yes sir?" She was already halfway out of the office's door, one hand on the door knob.

"Get me a coffee."

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No more spiders...

 

[Mags she/they]

25 minutes ago, Argenti said:

 

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for *this* rp

now watch them hold me back from working on FNM for another week or so

Edited June 19, 2025 by Mag

[Through the Living Hope]

6 hours ago, Mag said:

"Sure." Forrest gestured at the chair near Maylee's table. 

"I was not aware we were receiving an ambassador, at least not at this time. What are you here to negotiate?"

“I’ll be blunt. Let’s face it; those tributes are going through hell in the arena. I would like to offer the victor, and possibly their immediate family, the choice to live in the Free States, both in this games and in future games.”

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

12 hours ago, BlueWildRye said:

The Greenspine cocked its head, listening for a moment, then narrowed its eyes at Squall. "Sounds like your buddy just kicked the bucket. Would you like to join her?"

@TheRavenHasLanded

"no, it simply means i wont have to kill her myself. ill thank her killer personally."

[BlueWildRye he/him]

59 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"no, it simply means i wont have to kill her myself. ill thank her killer personally."

Another set of vines shot at him.

[Mags she/they]

6 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

“I’ll be blunt. Let’s face it; those tributes are going through hell in the arena. I would like to offer the victor, and possibly their immediate family, the choice to live in the Free States, both in this games and in future games.”

Forrest  grinned. "Are you implying life in the Dystopia is also hellish, my friend? Many would disagree with you there."

Maylee returned, steaming coffee in hand. "I've sent the messages sir, and we're waiting on a response."

Forrest nodded and took the coffee from her. Maylee glanced at the ambassador curiously, but went back to her work otherwise unbothered.

"The victor running off to the Free states, if that is what they choose, would make quite the political statement. You may find it won't work entirely in your favor--just my advice."

He took a sip of the coffee, it was still a little too hot, but that didn't bother him.

3 hours ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"no, it simply means i wont have to kill her myself. ill thank her killer personally."

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[Through the Living Hope]

13 minutes ago, Mag said:

Forrest  grinned. "Are you implying life in the Dystopia is also hellish, my friend? Many would disagree with you there."

Maylee returned, steaming coffee in hand. "I've sent the messages sir, and we're waiting on a response."

Forrest nodded and took the coffee from her. Maylee glanced at the ambassador curiously, but went back to her work otherwise unbothered.

"The victor running off to the Free states, if that is what they choose, would make quite the political statement. You may find it won't work entirely in your favor--just my advice."

He took a sip of the coffee, it was still a little too hot, but that didn't bother him.

“That, I understand. Make no mistake. And I say, with all due respect, that ever since the war, the average quality of life in the districts compared to the states… Life is clearly better in one than the other.”