She's as Cold as Ice <> Devil's Clock <> Day II

[Arrow]

Upon embarking onto the foreign snow of this frozen frigid landscape, a world of winding glacial carved tunnels welcomes you. A miniature maze within the maze itself, they are practically iconic now. But as you venture into the mouth of this brutal beast you are aware the dangers it holds. Death dangling within the wrong way if taken. You can only pray you practiced enough in the Training Center, now its time to prove whether your worthy of even being remembered at all. 

Welcome Devil's Clock!

As you selected you have entered the Blue Passage and have come across your first area in the Maze. A winding and incredibly claustrophobic miniature maze of sand sculpted stone. Sounds nice right? Oh not at all, which is even more fun! Enjoy!

Task: Escape the Miniature Maze!
Below I will list all the rolls which most be done and their results, one post is required per roll.
Good luck Runners and may the odds be ever in your favor!

1) Roll to see if you get separated from your alliance [*roll range="”1-10”"], 1-6 stays with group, 7-10 lose alliance
2) Roll to see if damage is taken from Climbing Monkey Bars over freezing water: [*roll range="”1-15”"], 1-3: Damage Avoided, 4-8: 10 damage a second soak in the cold, 9-14: 15 damage mild hypothermia loss of hand or foot, 15: Insta -- Drowned because of severe shock from cold water
3) Roll to see if they take damage: [*roll range="”1-20”"], 1-4: Damage Avoided, 5-8: 15 damage bruised tailbone from fall, 9-13: 20 damage arm from fall, 14-19: 25 damage shattered hip from fall, 20: Insta -- Fall and crushed by crumbling ice... fuck
4)Roll to see if they find an exit (If remained with group, & someone in the group has success, all do): [*roll range="”1-10”"] 1-5: Success, 6-10 Get lost and must restart from the first roll rip.

[cameo]

Crystal Moth ~ D4F Runner 

For the first night after numerous cycles of moons, he’s not there for me to curl up against in my slumber. Restless eyes carry me through with no more shuteye then hefty blinks, and I’m unsure if it’s his absence or the new reality surrounding me in his place. Recollection of just yesterday’s dark hours cocoon me in memories, the closest taste of dreaming I’ll receive in the hours to come. Both of us assured the other of my strength, and how we’ll be reunited in no time - while the confidence behind our sleepless minds did not strive as our words had. Solely our little boys exhibited the positivity we truly needed within our doubts. And now that destruction has already licked upon my skin within minutes of the opening, I need their faith like never before.

Fortunately remedies of home did follow me to this unforgiving faith, though I’d never wish it upon him. A smile graces my lips as Elliot attempts to splint of my broken leg. How many times have we done exactly this within the woods of four, where no such injuries truly grazed us? The hours we spent pretending to be in a Maze we now probably both despise equally. Back then it was simply a game, where here it’s a brutal reality. It was one of the few games we didn’t compete against one another, but rather presented upon the same team… though truthfully we were probably both seeking to be better then the other within the back of our innocent minds. Still we were on the same team, just as we are now.

“Guess all that practice did us some good, huh?” Jokes from my lips in a determination to brighten the treacherous circumstance at hand. As if following the lightness of my words, the sun’s new beginning licks upon the horizon to declare an infant day - a breathtaking picture of the sun’s rise, until it’s transferred into the nightmare it truly is.

A harsh crash yanks us forcefully back into our environment. The chill of the atmosphere greets realization, just before we’re thrown into the sea around that contains an ever worse unwelcoming temperature. The collision twists my exterior in excruciating ways, while it’s the bitterness of the water that exhibits the worst pain of it all. Rattling to the core, I claw my way to the shore more defeated and broken then I’ve ever felt before - though despite my condition, my eyes continue to pierce towards the youngster Amelia that her wellbeing is intact.

Water drips from my hair, face, and every edge of my body - while I’m left shivering with no avail in sight. “Let’s keep moving. Staying still wont do us any good.” Vision gazes up and down the shore, solely to realize our only option is the passage to a miniature maze within this large one. Great, just what I need - another mini maze to fail in. A reassuring stare glances to each of my team however, with a shivering grin to join. “Alright, we'll get through this. Everyone stick together.” Is advised before we venture into the weaving passages. But will we all remain united?

YL_n3HF31-10 

{Remain with Group} 

Crys's Damage: 24/1001-10

[tom]

Elliot "Eli" Alescio - D4M Runner

Restlessness takes over his body as he stands on the edge of the boat, staring into waters that turn from warm to icy. Sleep isn't going to happen to him that night, not after letting tiny bitch get the best of him. Breaking Crys' leg and making his job harder, carrying a pregnant woman was difficult, but he managed it still, escaping from the girl from Seven who took out one of their own. Eyes roll as he thinks of nothing more than jumping into the water. Would Chaos save him from the death or would they let him die like a coward? He wasn't going to find out. Right now, he's keeping an eye out for land while others sleep if they can. Father would say that he's a lucky boy being able to raise the worth of his name, but all he feels is tired already. No drive in him, except that he wanted to get Crys out of this arena. Deep down, he knew he only took the deal because he truly cares about her.

Deep within the bullshit that he locks up, Crystal Moth has always been a part of his heart. She's been on his team in those games of the past. They've been united as one entity long ago, but they've held their fair share of rivalries over the years. Eyes glance to her as he remembers loving the times that he had gone over there to play with the little girl who's parents were friends with his mom and dad. Worry in his eyes as he knew that she needed him more than ever. A smile covers her face as he moves to splint her broken leg to the best of his capabilities. Many years ago, they've done this before in District Four. Mazes in their imaginations where the two of them fought side by side with vicious tactics and killer reactions. Fake injuries that he's patched up on her before becoming useful in this moment of real injury on her. Even though the back of his head always told him that they would end up fighting one another in the end. Rivals even back then, but they had been a strong team together. They still are, just things were different after all of these years.

"Yeah. All those times where you got injured and I had to patch you up." A smirk as there is an emphasis on the word injured. A joke would fill the air for now. The mood would shift as the air chills and he notices the iceberg right away. Shit, he had kept watch all night, but now they were going to crash. Shit.

The crash is painful into the water as the icy chill coats his skin. A groan of a chill that fills his bones and the pink outfit begins to ice over slightly. There's a white hot pain in his chest, but the icy chill only exaggerates that pain in him. Cold water and lost sight of everyone else, he swims to shore, trying to see if he can spot any of them as they rise to the surface. Rachel comes up. Amelia comes up. Crys is already swimming. A sigh comes from his throat as he relaxes slightly with the chill still in his skin. That was more of a mess than he had anticipated. Water drips from his outfit and the rest of him. The chattering of his teeth begins then.

"Guess there's no going back now." The words leave his lips as he hears Crys saying they need to keep moving and he couldn't agree more. The entrance to the miniature maze is all he can see and his face instantly grimaces remembering the steel walled one that he had done himself. Failure wasn't an option here. It was life or death now, but he needed to make sure they stayed together, just like Crys says. Eli enters the maze with worry in his eyes and restlessness in his skin. The chill on his back nipping at him, but the only way to go was deeper into the cold.

wdr6v4lS1-10
(Loses Alliance)

Elliot's Damage: 12/100

1-10

[Arrow]

Amelia Larson <> District Five Female

    It's somewhat soothing, the gentle caress of rocking waves while we sail across an artificial ocean. Overhead an array of celestial constellations are different than those the blonde girl has memorized above her home. For endless amounts of time she would sit on the expanse of her balcony tracing the so called heavens with her eyes. Back she was a prisoner among the prestigious, among the pristine. Here she is free from the cell whose bars were formed by the rut society shaped for her. A girl born with a crown, yet a slave within her own palace. Within this world made by fingers of those once from one similar, now she can earn the crown she desires to fall atop her head. She might be nothing more than a child, but to the Capitol she is a child with a 10 sewn into her name. Now its only a matter of time before proving why she had been given such a score. 

    As the night edges onward, frozen flecks fill the air spurring spirals of breath from Amelia's lips. No longer do stars shine but instead clouds corrupt the once majestic image. Among these, new clouds full of light and electricity emerge with dynamic beauty. From their swift show of ethereal power by those within the city of glass the face Amelia once called friend finds the sky first. Seeing Lullaby already amid those dead sends a splinter of anger and sorrow into her youthful heart. Death is not something that startles the little girl from Five, but the murderer of her closest companion still with life in their lunges is unacceptable. A runt from Seven in need of a reminder to who she challenged. Amelia only hopes on day she is given the chance.

    The two from Four practically never stop speaking as the boy waits on hand and foot to the lover of Mr. Lightning Aqua. Amelia is sure such a scene of sweetness is stirring storms within the victor's stomach. However, she has to admit it is even inciting annoyance from her place resting by the side of the ship. With Lullaby gone it seems that someone must be responsible for reminding these, supposedly, careers who we are as a unit. Right now the group looks like nothing more than a bunch of romantic losers. "How cute, you both are bonding again. Well shut up and let Rachel and I get some sleep, some of us are more focused on surviving than flirting."

    Sadly sleep no longer is an option as hell heaves the group from the deck of the ship. Frigid water wraps around Amelia sending breath swiftly from her lunges. Hands spasm in a flailing of panic as an iceberg slams into her back. Bubbles from her submerged scream surge towards the surface and Amelia slowly slims after them, the water making her weak with cold caress. Only once air is restored to the blonde's purpling lips can she begin shuddering with her teeth chattering. If she wasn't so shaken up by the crash she would send curses towards the two Maze Making assholes. 

    "That's the first good idea you... you've had." Amelia says towards Crys with clattering teeth. Stepping through the snow still soaked by the sea is excruciating. Luckily a lick of warmth is welcomed in the walls of a Miniature Maze. For a moment everyone is together before suddenly within the fluttering flakes of snow separate directions are being unintentionally taken. Amelia pauses before praying she makes the right call towards finding the others. 

Rolling to see if separated from alliance
a1w5SG1O1-10
{Loses Alliance}

Amelia's Current Damage: 14/100

1-10

[Kaplan]

I try to see the light and push the darkness back

After Lullaby died in the bloodbath, Rachel tried not to think about it too much. She knew they just had to move on, but it was a difficult thing to do. Regardless, her focus had to be on the Maze. They'd embarked on a bit of a journey after the bloodbath, making their way away from the center of the Maze on some blue boats that had been docked on the shore. As they moved further and further away from the center of the Maze, however, she began to feel quite cold.

It was difficult to get some sleep that night, between the frigid chill of the Maze, the movement of the boat and the chit-chat going on between Elliot and Crys. Eventually, young Amelia snapped at the flirting duo to shut up so that she and Rachel could get some sleep, which, admittedly, Rachel really appreciated. Sleep was going to be a very difficult thing to come by in the Maze. She knew that for sure. Therefore, she had to get it while she could.

Eventually, when their alliance reached land, they were met with glacial tunnels that seemed to have been carved out. Clearly, this was their first challenge after the bloodbath. It was a mini maze. It was advised that they all stick together, which Rachel would certainly be trying her best to do. When they started off, however, Elliot and Amelia had already each gotten lost on their own. Now Rachel just had to hope she wouldn't end up leaving her broken legged, pregnant ally in the cold. They needed to stay together.

[Rachel's Current Damage: 13/100]

template by eliza @ adoxography

Roll to see if Rachel stays with the alliance
lpLB3W6V1-10
{stays with group}

1-10

[cameo]

Crystal Moth ~ D4F Runner 

Panic relished through my veins in desperation. Potential dangers radiated through the beats of my pulse, despite it merely being a game of pretend. It was only a game before, though it shifted into so much more. Desperation shuffled my feet through the briefness of Four’s forest, altering my steps to that of clumsiness though grace usually maneuvered them. Of course he was discovered eventually, but it was the final game before age forced us into reality - and separated our opposing beings apart. Will another unfortunate dispatch apart split us for good?

At one moment he was by my side - then the flurry of snow, or fog, or both, rumbles amongst us. And through the calling of my voice for all of us to link together, and refute separation; the incident clears to half of missing. Automatically my heart is pounding as it had years ago. “Elliot?” But he’s no where to be seen, wandering amongst a path - perhaps secluded to another by the Maze-Makers who must not appear on any side. “Amelia?” And even the little one of our group, who teases in distasteful manners, has disappeared from us. A brutal personality may label her as a Brat in understatement, yet my anxiety rumbles for her just as harshly.

Fortunately the warrior from Two remains at my shivering side. Hidden despair christens her features, mourning the loss of our fallen alliance from One. Sure they may have been mere strangers, but there was no neglecting the sweet glances they shared amongst the Capitol’s prison. She may have already lost the one she cared most for, but predictions assume it’ll only enhance her strength.

“Let’s… find the other’s?” Coldness rattles my words, though I get them across nonetheless - and move forward, hoping the split is the Maze-Maker’s sole challenge within this place…and we’ll overcome it despite, and reunite with the others.

AcSJDi8d1-15 

{10 Damage} 

Crys's Damage: 24/1001-15

[tom]

Elliot "Eli" Alescio - D4M Runner

Just like that, he's lost. Lost Crystal. Lost Amelia. Lost Rachel. He's alone once again. It was fine. He was fine. Eli's spent most of his days in Four alone selling drugs and training. Friends weren't an option for him as everyone he's known have been a pain in his ass. Crys especially, but that doesn't make him feel any better. A sigh of a breath falls from his throat as he lets the silence overtake the area. His dad was probably watching and telling him that this was the moment to ditch the baggage and run for it, but he couldn't do that. Even with or without the promise, he didn't want to lose Crys again. God, everything was so confusing now days. Back then, nothing changed. Nothing was different. THey were just two small children dreaming of being famous runners and now that they got their chance, he regrets ever ending up here. It's not like he had a choice anyways.

"Crys?" Silence follows as the sound echoes along icy halls. A chill runs up his spine as the cold begins to set in once again. And then, there's a light that shines brightly in the dim cave. Glowing like a beacon to a random lever that sticks out of the ground. Chaos must have put it there for him. A sign that maybe if he pulled it, his allies would appear behind a wall or something. Eyes glance at the switch as he gives it a once over, checking for possible explosives or even a wire of sorts. If he could find where the lever went, he could figure out what it did, but time was ticking away. His allies could be getting farther and farther away. A deep breath as he groans out loud. Words on his lips.

"Fuck. I know I am gonna regret this." As the lever is pulled, he instantly regrets it. Ice cuts into his arm and then it's suddenly gone. Nothing is left there, only blood and the phantom pain of missing half of his fucking arm. A scream of pain echoes along the walls and he can feel the pain in his skin. Fuck that was going to leave quite the mark on him. Chaos was fucking dead once he got out of there. Instead of sitting in pain, he notices the bundle of warm items and his missing limb. Quickly grabbing all of the items, he shoves them in his bag and groans in pain. If these fuckers thought he was stupid, he'd show them that they were wrong.

"Ha fucking Ha, Lightning and Chaos. You got me. Now fuck off and let me find my way out of fucking here."

There's a crossing where he needs to swing and climb to the other side. Water is waiting below and he can feel the fear in his chest, but he says fuck it and goes for it.

If only he had his other fucking arm.

SGnr9cBS1-15
(10 damage a second soak in the water)

Elliot's Damage: 42/100

1-15

[Arrow]

Amelia Larson <> District Five Female

    Almost as soon as the young blonde agrees with Crys, a sudden storm of frozen flakes gales in a gust through the icy passageways. Shivers siege Amelia's skin causing her to shudder and shake amid the winter's cruel kiss. How the Aqua siblings could create a Maze mirroring their own is beyond Amelia's comprehension. The young girl understands the need for violence, but aren't the two torturing themselves while torturing the Runners? It's these thoughts mixed with the madness of severe shaking that drive Amelia's attention away from the others. It's only an instant where her alertness is angled downward, only an instant before she's all alone in a new tunnel of ice. 

    Uncertainty grips the girl's jaw as her teeth grind and clatter together. Right now the warm welcome of her soft silken bed back home sounds beyond delightful. However, she can't allow for some alone time in the cold turn her rigid with worry. Amelia opted for this, chose to be subject to whatever spectacle of suffering the Maze Makers could create. Now she's here, separated from her pack like she's seen happen in countless Mazes before. This Mini Maze is going to hold undoubtable hordes from hell. It will make her mind melt into the mists of madness. It will make her wish that it is the cold which kills the circulation to her existence. Yet, she also knows that with intelligence and belief the end is somewhere along these white walls of winter. 

    Following the curving cracks and crevice's of the glacial walls, Amelia comes across her first trial of peril. Steel slits like bars hang over water, cold certainly like the water which had welcomed her and her allies into this frigid world. Amelia can feel her heart beat heighten as just the settling of a finer tip to the metal sends a storm of shivers down her spine. No matter what she does she can't allow the numbing of her hands to let them loosen their grip. She has to be fast if she wants to survive. Amelia knows if she slips this time she might now make it back to the surface. 

    "Fine."

    She mutters in a release of warmth from her lips. Her hands embrace the killer chill of the bars as she begins her journey towards a possible tomorrow.

Rolling to see if damaged from the water... again
_k0p_rOj1-15
{Hypothermia in left hand -- 15 damage}

Amelia's Current Damage: 29/100

1-15

[Kaplan]

I try to see the light and push the darkness back

Luckily, Rachel and Crys had managed to stay with one another as they went on the trek through the cold, despite being separated from their allies. Crys had called out to the others, but to no avail. She suggested that they try to find them, and Rachel nodded.

"Just don't let it get us off track. We need to get out of this place, whether we find them before or after the fact, okay?" Rachel said. She wasn't normally the 'tough love' type, but in the Maze, she knew she needed to be.

Rachel kept moving, but made sure that all the while, Crystal was still in her view. She didn't want to lose track of the one ally that she still knew the location of. Being in this Maze was bad enough. Being alone in this Maze would be even worse.

[Rachel's Current Damage: 13/100]

template by eliza @ adoxography

Roll to see if Rachel sustains damage
sz|jGddQ1-15
{10 damage a second soak in the cold}

1-15

[cameo]

Crystal Moth ~ D4F Runner 

Every turn of my sight seems to yank some form of memory to mind. The open sea, the crashing boat, a complete replay of the first time I had been graced with Lightning’s personal presence. The pure white of futile snow kissing the untouched land, the unbearable chill of coldness though here it’s truly real, cradles me back to the year I watched the blonde Siblings of four conquer their first maze. The obstacle of the monkey bars pulls me even further into the times of innocence, where competitive friendship still reigned Elli and I in childhood. Though here the unknown lingers beneath the playful challenge, years of growth and now a baby weighs me heavier then the strength of my skinny youth, and Elliot’s still no where to be seen.

The last bar slips from my fingertips before an unscratched destiny can be reached, and the nearly iced water swallows my broken leg as the healthy one’s shin slams unforgivably into the edge of safety. Teeth grind in determination to remain strong. Coldness barrels further into my bones where the depth of no heat already lingered. The frozen liquid seems to actually numb the ache of my previous break, though I know it’s actually far from the assistance that’ll truly aid me.

For the briefest moment I remain upon the crisp floor, after clawing my way from the water to get there, and wonder if my power will remain. But it only takes a moment to know that it will until my final breath, as it’s the very thing to structure my entire being to begin with. After seconds I’m forcing my way back to a wobbling stance upon my shamble of legs - determined to continue onward.

“I don’t think there is a track we can get off of, we’re in a maze.” Replies to Rachel’s previous words; and though my own are harsh, my tone is not. “We’ll get out of here though, and we will find the others - in whatever order that occurs.” Confidence kindles just as it always does, as I flash her a grin of assurance. And of course a literal slippery slope greets us next, in a hunger to crumble anyone’s confidence.

|AT2_aTs1-20 

{25 Damage: Shattered Hip from Fall} 

Crys's Damage: 34/1001-20

[tom]

Elliot "Eli" Alescio - D4M Runner

It's fucking cold when his body hits the water after slipping from his grip. Luckily, he's trained enough as a boy to now that losing an arm didn't keep him from messing up too badly. Those dumb games that they used to play had given him more experience than he realized. Nothing could change the fact that he probably wouldn't have been able to climb the monkey bars if it weren't for the games they used to play as children. Crys had to be okay, even if he didn't know where fucking anyone was. They had to be fine. The icy chill in his skin now makes being alone harder though. The chill runs up his spine and all he can think of is how much he misses his bed back in Four. At least it was warm and he could hide away from the problems in his life. If only, he could run to his bedroom to hide away form the fucking maze that Chaos and Lightning threw him into.

Chaos was probably on her fucking throne laughing at his wounds and loss of an arm, even though she probably remembered that arm better than he did. A smirk fills his face as he thinks of the past few days, but ignores the throbbing pain of his missing arm in order to continue swinging to who the fuck knows where. The warm clothing was at least doing something to keep the chill down, but he didn't particularly like the colors if he were to be honest. It was better than the fucking hot pink tribute outfit still on him though. God what a nightmare of colors he must be. Rolling his eyes, he speaks to himself carefully.

"Fucking assholes. Leaving me on my own. Fucking Mazemakers for cutting my arm off. Fucking cold for being fucking cold as fucking balls. Fuck me for not being able to fucking handle myself. Just, whatever fucking asshole exists in this world, don't let me fall fucking again."

Too late. Fingers slip and he's falling onto the ground. Well fucking hell, this was just what he needed.

More fucking pain.

Trying to catch himself in a roll, he only says out loud one last word in the form of loud yell.

"FUCK!"

pKdBCZgu1-20
(20 damage arm from fall)

62/100

1-20

[Arrow]

Amelia Larson <> District Five Female

    There's a sense of oddity emitted from frozen silence. A white world encapsulated in frost constantly resetting the ground with snow, constantly erasing existence. There is nothing but the edge of nature's blade here, a place where life and time remain secondary to winter. A figure could fall into the sheets of ice and become nothing within minutes beneath the dripping sky. An entire lifetime eradicated by something as simple as frozen water flowing forth from the outlets of the clouds. It makes the young girl weary and worried within her own thoughts. The Maze is meant to be her platform to ascension, her shattering of normal reality. Yet now that she is within its cold confines, she questions slightly whether she will walk out of winter or become another hill in its snowy plains. 

    Since sinking into the shadows of the frigid waters for a second time, the pulsing pain of Amelia's left hand has halted, but now has blossomed into terrifying numbness. Amelia remembers in the words of a trainer, if the skin shades to blue and all sensation ceases, the limb is lost to the hunger of hypothermia. Still shuddering her freezing frame supports itself on a nearby wall. Fingers still functioning pry at her numb hand only to discover not even pinches pierce its boundaries. Panic begins to plunder Amelia's thoughts as she bites hard into her hand's side. As her teeth tear she pleas for recognition, for pain to spark severely up her spine. But the order to halt never comes. 

    Sobs now no longer subtle shake the young girl's body as she uses a cut slip of her clothing to produce a tight tourniquet around the base of her hand. Atop the snow next to where she sits disbelief drowning her eyes, her med kit is ready to stop the trauma that will soon shatter her shuddering soul. With the terrifying slick steel tip of her blade, she makes the first cut. 

    Dizziness dilutes Amelia's mind as sluggishly her steps slide through the chilling channels. In her past a pool of red and a physical feature of her cells' own creation lies abandoned. Tugged tightly to her chest a wrist without a companion settles deep into its dressings. A dangerous light of loss unknown to the girl known as Amelia Larson now stains her stare. She has killed before, but never would she have thought her own blade would bare such devastation to her own life. 

Rolling to see if this one handed mess gets even more hurt
o3THbn_m1-20
{20 damage to an arm from another fall}

Amelia's Current Damage: 49/100

1-20

[Kaplan]

I try to see the light and push the darkness back

While Rachel was glad that Crys remained confident, the amount she was suffering was starting to worry her. She may be a career, but that didn't mean that she had a desire to see others in pain. At least, not when they're her allies. She hates to see her allies in pain. Not just that, no- she hates to see her friends in pain. Her allies are her friends.

When Crys spoke, however, Rachel didn't respond. She needed to keep her focus so that she didn't get hurt any worse than she already had. As soon as Crys fell, however, Rachel could see the immense pain she was in and ran to her.

"Do you need help?" she asked, offering her friend a hand.

They needed to keep going, and quickly.

[Rachel's Current Damage: 23/100]

template by eliza @ adoxography

Roll to see if Rachel sustains damage
wVF5pJl_1-20
{15 damage bruised tailbone from fall}

1-20

[cameo]

Crystal Moth ~ D4F Runner 

A deep sledge angles the ice my clumsy, crippled exterior is tempting to nearly skate across without proper equipment. A deep chill is permanently engraved into my core, singing a pessimistic tune of not escaping - though even if I manage such a miracle, it doesn’t seem anything will ever defrost my bones. But confidence reigns from me despite, for Lightning, for Elliot, for the little man developing inside my torso, for myself, and even for my other allies. Optimism doesn’t guarantee security however, and sure enough such confidence leaves me tumbling down this slippery slope. And a brutal landing leaves my teeth clenching brutally in attempt to refrain the agonized scream scratching from my lungs.

Assistance is at least generously gifted by the alliance who remains. A hand even extends from Rachel, just before she tumbles as well. Sarcasm drips from the chuckles that seep past my exhausted interior. And with each others help, we manage back to our shambling existences in an upright position. “Thanks…” A pained grin, though a grin nonetheless, halfway unravels across my cheeks. “Let’s try to get the fuck out of this place & find the others.” The core mission is returned to with the retrieval of our stance.

kpSQuHhx1-10 

{Result} 

Crys's Damage: 59/1001-10

[tom]

Elliot "Eli" Alescio - D4M Runner

Fuck. A cannon sounds in the distance and all he can feel is the throbbing of his missing arm. The cold is coursing through his skin like a fire, but he's freezing. The warm clothes that he's found are doing little to nothing in protecting him at the moment, but he's still breathing. A one armed man swinging on monkey bars with a bag full of clothes and his own severed arm like it would help him out in the end. Elliot had grabbed it thinking that he didnt want to lose the parts of himself to the maze. He didnt want to lose everything that he's ever known. His heart sinks at the thought of death being accepted in this games, but he wasn't dead yet. He couldn't die without protecting Chrys like he promised Chaos he would. A sigh falls from his lips as he turns another corner and finds himself alone.

The chill is setting in and he's tired of walking now. So tired, but he can't let the cold get to him. Keep on moving to stay warm. He's slept on the streets before. He's been stuck out in the cold before and he knows what this feeling is like. The problem was the amount of blood not flowing through him anymore. The heat was vanishing from him and all he could do was keep moving and pray that he finds his way out and that Chrys finds her way out too. Words fall from his lips as he turns another corner and prays to whatever god may be listening to him.

"Please fucking let this be the end of this icy nightmare!"

UZVl3AXd1-10
(gets lost)

Elliot's Damage: 62/100

1-10