Are we really Trash? <> Lost Fate <> Day II

[Arrow]

Upon embarking onto the foreign sludge of this dilapidated landscape, a world of winding twisted towers of trash 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 Lost Fate!

As you selected you have entered the Silver 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 Falling Metal Trash Rubble: [*roll range="”1-15”"], 1-3: Damage Avoided, 4-8: 10 damage a gash from falling rubble, 9-14: 15 damage stabbed back from falling rubble, 15: Insta -- Crushed by falling Metal rubble
3) Roll to see if they take damage from being chased by a pack of robotic guard dogs: [*roll range="”1-20”"], 1-4: Damage Avoided, 5-8: 15 damage bite into calf, 9-13: 20 damage deep bite into butt, 14-19: 25 damage trip and bitten multiple times by the pack, 20: Insta -- Fall and get devoured by the pack.
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, 5-10 Get lost and must restart from the first roll rip.

[Marree]

Pariah Possine

District Nine

Hands outstretch to me in the recesses of my own mind. I see fear written upon every area in front of my eyes. My nose wrinkles to the stench of the area and the tall mountains of garbage and sandstone walls mock my need for freedom. I left the district to be free of the confounds of captivity but the maze holds just that. My freedom is now my entrapment.

Hesitantly, I sigh, whimpering just a small little squeak when my foot strips over something underfoot and my heart plummets even further than the ground. It drags my mind into the never ending fathom of self realization.

I'm never escaping this hell. One into another... I then look to the others, who are completely at the mercy of the same situation. Maybe it isn't so bad having to deal with this as a group instead of alone all the time.

"Fae... what made you open the chest?" I question her with a very small voice, almost whispering for fear that If I spoke any louder it would trigger some sort of something to overhear the location of a potential meal or topple the walls onto our locations.

---

[Pariah rolls to stay with his alliance?]



[results]

[Pariah's current health 0/100Hp]

Table by Kaplan

mVmCrXM11-101-10

[cameo]

Indica Castor ~ D10F Runner

Uninterested, yet curiosity all the same, raises a single eyebrow upon my features. A shrug combs across my shoulders. Perhaps it may play the position of a sacrifice if need be, would be easier then forcing one of my allies to be one. Forced upon me is a furry little thing that’s coated in pure blankness, with a single white strip gracing from his forehead to his nose - least it’s fur pattern represents me internally. Can this petite twerp even walk though? For now I cradle it from it’s chest origin, decent with it for now… gratitude seeping from the conclusion of physical aid.

Eventually it’s placed upon the deck, assuming it’ll wander amongst our shared massive cage - but instead it follows me. Well at least it wont have to be carried, or a leash wont have to be crafted. And when dispatching from the small ship welcomes us with a sunrise, confidence leads me off the deck without even a mere call to the little thing. It’s been been at my heal or trailing behind me since released down, as if tattooing me with the label of it’s mom.

“Guess I’ll call you Salem. Maybe you can help me find him later on.” A petite smile actually slithers across my face with a brief gaze to see him roaming after me. But with the winding junkyard of uncertainty to come, it’s unsure if he’ll remain by my side. Guess this will be his ultimate test. Perhaps it will be all of our’s, because surely this isn’t just weaving paths of confusion. All of our first challenge lingers before us, and it’s unsure if we’ll remain as one - let alone survive it. Accounting for all of my team, I nod to venture forward.

Ldvdxxiv1-10

{Remains With Group}

Indica's Damage: 00/1001-10

[Arrow]

Hail Winterselle

    The sensation stirring beneath my feet is foreign. In Nine there are no waves rolling beneath the bottoms of boats. There are factories high towering hiding slaves of sorrow trapped within their concrete cells. There are black markets swamped with unfortunates and beggars trading in secret commerce against the law which has forced them into their current condition. But there are no oceans, no bodies of water bigger than puddles formed by the rare fall of rain. The people of my District have not enough luxury to spend time sailing across sun kissed seas while colorful corals hug to beautiful beaches. District Nine is no District Four, and because of such truth my stomach churns sickly. I long for the land we have left although buried in blood its sands are now. 

    Its late into the night with the moon high overhead. Pariah sleeps, Indica watches the water, I watch Fae. She is different from the others, stronger silently. But I've seen the truth of her skills first hand. I watched as in an instant an axe of her wielding found itself deep into the skull of ditsy career without any hesitation. I haven't asked her how it felt to kill a girl. I haven't dared to mention my curiosity at how it must feel to walk around knowing a family has been broken by her actions. But I won't ask either, my older sister trained a girl with more manners than that. I'm a thief yes, but at least I have a decent moral compass otherwise. 

    A strange sound wakes me from sleep as together we gather around a large chest. Fae does it again, surprises me. Her hands open the chest without worry releasing danger onto the ship. Luckily this time she only reveals a torturous trick by the Maze Makers. Cute creatures in a war zone like their maze. I scoop one of all black into my hands while running my fingers around its soft furry head. "Ballsy, I like it." I say to Fae with a smirk of mischief and approval.

    Our day then begins in a world of rotting. A city stunning stands silent before us, but a beach of towering trash beckons us first. With Rain, my pup, safely in my bag I begin to follow the others into what will certainly be a challenge demanding sacrifice and blood. 

    "This place sure is trashy huh?"

    I say in an obvious pun to hopefully lighten the mood. If danger really is lurking in the depths of this devilish junkyard I don't want to die without at least one last positive moment of laughter. Not like they did.

Does Hail Stay with the Fam?
2XLLbKN|1-10
{Nope she's lost}

Hail's Current Damage: 0/100

1-10

[Kaplan]

Gardenia Sinnoh
District Eleven

The first thing to scare me in the Maze was the bloodbath. I'd broken a girl's leg. I'd genuinely hurt people, and people had hurt me. Some people had even died, even though it wasn't at my hand. Fae had become a killer, and that scared me, although reassured me at the same time. It told me that she'd protect us with her strength, but it also told me that she could kill us if she had to. That scared me, and I didn't want to think about. We did all make it out of the bloodbath alive, though, and that made me glad. At least, as glad as I could be while still trapped in this horrible Maze.

Fae did another thing that scared me, too. She was brave, doing things that I never would have done myself. She'd opened a chest, despite the fact that we could hear growling and snarling coming from within. I'd hidden behind her when she opened it, hoping that nothing dangerous would emerge from inside. Luckily, opening the chest hadn't turned out to be a bad decision at all, as a pup for each of us emerged from within. They were adorable, and the one that came to me started licking my face, causing me to laugh with delight. It was adorable, and I loved it! I spoke to the pup that had chosen me, all the while with a smile across my face.

"I'll call you Leafeon!" I exclaimed. It had been the name of my dog back home before she passed away, and now it could be like she was with me here, protecting me and looking out for me.

As we kept moving, we eventually came across a rather run-down landscape with loads upon loads of trash ahead of us. Certainly, this would be the third thing in this Maze to scare me. We had to get through here, and knowing how the Maze runnings normally went, I knew that it would be no easy task.

[Gardenia's Damage: 0/100]

Roll to stay with the group
JazelQws1-10
{stays with group}

1-10

[tom]

Fae Drakon

"Fae, watch Raelin for us. I love you"

Mother's last words still ring in her head on a loop now. Blood coats her fingers, but she doesn't grimace like a normal human being. Instead, she closes her eyes thinking of days spent cooking with her mother and days spent out in town with father before the sound of ringing bullets and screams filled her head. Death wasn't pretty. It never was. At least, Lullaby was at rest now. Rest ease, Lullaby. She'll sing in her honor. Humming a lullaby under her breath as she watches the sky turn to faces of the dead. She's just human, but she can draw blood like the monsters who killed her family. Rae's probably scared of seeing this in her. Something about how Fae told her that Ma and Pa were no longer with them and that she was still there for Rae. Heart aches as she lets the silence wash over her form.

District Seven was home. Among the woods, where the trees rose higher than the buildings themselves. All she could think about was the green that surrounded her in a sea of calm, but out here everything was blue. Bluer than they realized. The sorrow that sinks into their skins hangs high, but she doesn't stay sad as she lifts herself up and onto a railing, breathing in the salty water air. If she could, she would make it out of here to see Rae and make everything wonderful for her. Eyes glance to the deep waters below as she thinks of how easy it would be to let herself fall into the blue sea and vanish forever, but death wasn't an option for her. If she had went in, she would fight to survive for as long as she could. Raelin deserved to have someone there for her.

Growling is heard from a chest and all she can do is feel herself stiffen at the sight. There's something in her chest that screams to let the creature or creatures inside free. A test of courage is shown before her and she can feel that anxiety in her stomach. Fear has driven her away from them. Fear is what made her run away from the flurry of bullets that killed her parents to find Rae. Fear is the reason that Rae and her hid away for so long. She's tired of living life in fear, so she opens the chest immediately to see the growling turn into yips of puppies that are cuter than she expected. Hail speaks like it was an act of courage to her. Ballsy. A small smile is given to Hail before she lets herself hand out the puppies. All that's left is the runt of the litter. White fur glittering in the air as she watches the creature carefully. Fingers petting into the fur.

"Mae. Your name is Mae."

The shore comes and all she can see is trash. Everywhere is trash as they land and she can feel her heartbeat pick up. They were now at the entrance of a miniature maze waiting to make their next move. Pariah speaks to her. "Fae... what made you open the chest?" She knew the answer. She knew why she opened the chest. Tired of hiding in fear of everything and wanting more to life than just their little home in Seven. A smile comes to her face as she places her hand gently on his shoulder before speaking to the young boy.

"I'm tired of living life in fear. My parents were killed when I was younger. I ran away. I'm not going to run away anymore. Fear is what made me open the chest."

The smile brightens as she lets go of his shoulder before speaking once more.

"Don't be scared anymore. You've got me now."

Fae then enters the miniature maze

pAvNMj3E1-10
(Lost from the others)

Fae's damage: 0/100

1-10

[Marree]

Pariah Possine

District Nine

So this is a filler for unknown ki en reason's but I'll fill it in when I get home in 45 minutes. Keep going guys.

---

[Pariah rolls to for damage below]



[results]

[Pariah's current health 0/100Hp]

SzLmdLuj1-15

1-15

[cameo]

Indica Castor ~ D10F Runner

A joke licks from Hail’s lips, towards the class of our surroundings. “Home sweet home.” Mutters from my own words in agreement, a grin slithering across my cheeks from her pun. Perhaps the mounds of dump even pertain more wealth then the entirety of my own district. But rather then inclusion upon the comedy, the others relish in their bliss off ignorance, their innocence of youth, their sweetness of puppies, or their lack of being scared by this place before even stepping in. But Hail understands, she understands and deals with such through her sarcastic ways.

The youngsters of the scatter union of this group are adoring and bewildered by Fae’s daringness. Eyebrows raise upon my own head in an automatic response, uncaring if my chosen puppy even follows - though my eyes dart back towards him in curiosity of his location anyways. No matter what I venture to explore, he’s there in follow… But not all can remain together, as I discover myself stuck with the youngsters of the group - and for ms sarcasm and ms bravery no where to be seen.

“Fuck my life.” Mumbles beneath my breath in annoyance of this predicament. Of course I’d be stuck with the needy rugrats of the group. And to make matters even better, the junk of our environment begin raining down upon us - threatening danger with every drop. “Come on Twerps, hurry up - this ain’t good.” Instincts force kindness from me in this dire moment, to be protective of the obnoxious youth of our stupid forsaken future.

KyDPJMSg1-15

{10 Damage: Gash from Fallen Rubble}

Indica's Damage: 00/1001-15

[Arrow]

Hail Winterselle

    Our moment of shared laughter is soon sentenced to silence. I'm not sure when or how, but amid the piling debris of a dead civilization I manage to lose track of the others. Not even the small shadow of the kids are anywhere near me, I'm alone. Part of me feels like laughing, somehow I always end up alone. The last of my family, now separated from my alliance. Perhaps my fate is lost. Another part of my wants to scream, to shout a million curses at the damn people who made this even possible. I'm not even thinking about Lightning or Chaos, they are both in their own situations because of them too. It's the fucking Capitol's fault, containing and sending us off to endless slaughters. They enjoy every ounce and inch of our blood that they get to spill for sport. I understand the Districts lost a war, but I don't understand why generations later we still have to pay for the defeat. The Maze isn't some ultimate sport, its a game of death. 

    My loathing of the Capitol has little time to fully bloom into full force anger. Nearby the sound of rumbling rattles the towering trash around me. I start notice pieces shifting and several large objects beginning to loosen. I can feel my eyes widen and my heart beat quicken at the recognition of a destructing hallway occurring all around me. Only this time, this isn't some Mini Maze for a score. It's for survival. 

    "Shit!"

Does Hail get hurt?
PeE7C2oV1-15
{10 damage from falling rubble}

Hail's Current Damage: 10/100

1-15

[Kaplan]

Gardenia Sinnoh
District Eleven

I tried not to think too much about what the others were saying. Some of the group had gotten separated, but I couldn't focus on that. I had to keep moving forward. We'd find them later. At least, I hoped that we would.

As I kept going, I concentrated on what was in front of me. No one spoke directly toward me, so I didn't say anything. Well, aside from Indica, who called me a twerp, that is. I just ignored what she said and kept going.

'C'mon Gardenia, focus!' I told myself in my head.

[Gardenia's Damage: 0/100]

Roll to see if Gardenia sustains damage
3dYSTcO|1-15
{15 damage stabbed back from falling rubble}

1-15

[tom]

Fae Drakon

Alone. Brave. A silence fills the air as everyone else disappears from around her. All she can think of is how she told them they didn't need to be scared anymore. Fear was no longer apart of their alliance, no matter what anyone said, but without her, fear can worm it's way back into the group again. Mae's with her, but only so much a pup can do for her, but at least it eases her from feeling alone on her own. Mae was counting on her to find the other pups and her friends. Raelin was watching her right now. Raelin could see the fear that could strike her at any moment, but she can hear Rae's voice in her head. She can hear her own confidence pushing her forward as she moves steadily through the maze on her own. Weaving in and around trash that litters everywhere. This was nothing more than a deadly miniature maze that could kill her now. Fae's strong and the death of Lullaby attests to that. Raelin is counting on her to survive and make it home. Rae's counting on her. Pariah's counting on her. Gardenia. Hail. Indica even. Mae and the other pups were counting on her. She has to push through and make it out of this miniature maze and find the others.

"C'mon Mae, we gotta find a way out of here. Rae is counting on us."

There's a sound of clanging metal that eventually rings in a sound of a shrill. All she can see is the metal beginning to fall as she scoops Mae up and bolts as fast as she can. Rae's counting on her. Mae's counting on her. She needs to make it past this rubble. Heart hammers as she remembers that she's tired of running away in fear. She's gonna make it out of this miniature maze. Feet taking her faster and faster.

"Don't worry, I am gonna make it back to you guys. I have to make it back for all of you and Rae. C'mon Fae."

t5v92aon1-15
(10 damage a gash from falling rubble)

0/100

1-15

[Marree]

Pariah Possine



District Nine

Nolan stays at my side. He nips at my ankles several times, and in the time that he does, I find that smile graces my lips in such a foreign way. I didn't know that I was even capable of creating such a feature upon my lips, but as I watch the little furball look up at me when I lift my leg higher than he can reach, he tumbles in his gait. I stiffle a giggle and then bring my emotions back into check a moment later.



A subtle bite of pain hits my arm, creating a small crimson flow to escape my arm. I feel my eyes well up only slightly but I feel that this wound is just a superficial look into the ache into my heart.



None of the others walking with me will ever understand what I had to deal with at home, and honestly, this is more of an embarrassment to take damage from the fake world here.



"Nolan. If anything happens to me, you run! You hear me?" I talk to him and his ears flop to the side as he turns his head. He sits in his step and I stop with him. "Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?" I question and the puppy's ears perk up. I reach for him, lifting him to my chest and his tongue laps over my cheeks and nose.



I grin.



For once, unbridled joy burns in my heart and I look to the ones still hanging around, minus two who had gotten lost. I hope they are okay. I hope that they comes back to us soon.



"What's that noise?" I question when a crinkly noise catching my attention. Animatronic creatures linger near and I hold on to Nolan even harder. "Guys... RUN!"

---

[Pariah rolls to for damage below]







[results]



[Pariah's current health 10/100Hp]

o7qIczO81-20

1-20

[cameo]

Indica Castor ~ D10F Runner

The towering mounds of other’s discards begin spitting upon us with it’s own personal cleanse of scraps. Unruly metal scratches upon various locations of my exterior, some deeper then others, though primarily I remain unharmed. Far worse had occurred purely within the art craft of worship and sorcery. My Puppy whimpers from behind, maintaining his track on me, while feared beyond the believe by the unnatural storm raining down. The depths of my core unknowingly discover a sensitivity, as instincts scoop him into my arms - and eyes remain dashing between the two youngsters accidentally left beneath my unqualified care.

Scratches carve across Pariah’s skin, though within conditions easily fixed similar to my own recently gained battle wounds. The other little one however, from District Eleven, Gardenia, receives a brutal stab by the hail of trash. A sigh wisps from my lips in distaste by my thoughts, my surprising automatic urges, and despite my disgust by it all - instincts take over, as I wrap one of the Redhead’s arms across my shoulders to assist the Rascal out of this mayhem. “It’s okay, I got you.” Assurances shockingly bundles past my lips. “Let’s get out of here okay? Pariah, stay by our side - I’m not being blamed for you Rugrats not making it out of this damn thing.” Of course roughness concludes my spew, determined to not alter people’s perspective of me from one kind action. Even still though, I sprint from the obstacle with a puppy in one arm - a youngster being supported with the other. Puppies and children, cutest things to most, while it just nauseates myself.

A holler bursts from Pariah in warning of an new challenge, just as we escape from the last. Not even a moment for a breath is permitted, before we’re running once more. The mechanical barks are heard for just a moment, before a scream from the boy from Nine overrides it all. “Fuck…” Whispers from my lips, before I stuff Salem in my bag to assist Pariah with my now free hand. But the tiny robot beast pack is still on our tail, and needing to assist two slows us tremendously. Why did the other two idiots have to get lost?

bPt2tbiK1-20

{Damage Avoided}

Indica's Damage: 10/1001-20

[Arrow]

Hail Winterselle

    Metallic mist mingles in the air as a result of the crumbling civilization's deterioration. Somewhere winding on the wicked winds is a whir of machinery, a beacon for blooming violence. Children now captives in war for survival must brace for instant annihilation at any slight sound. In instinct my hands already wrapped in red from the first of my falters, tightly tilts Rain towards my chest. His ears are perked while my eyes are widened with fearful flames fueling their illuminated centers. The sound of sudden scuttling seeps through the rotting walls and tears through the scent of death diluting the soil. Something swift is surging through this valley of garnish and towards the beating of my heart. 

    Steps of my own begin sprinting in a direction I can only hope holds safety from the shadows. But then their upon me, eyes red like the blood of my hands and teeth sharp like the point of my weapon. Broken barks burst from their rusted jaw hinges as gears sullied in oil erupt from every inch of their disheveled system. However, despite their design they are fast and hunger for fresh flesh which for what seems like centuries must have been unavailable to them. 

    "Fuck this."

Does Hail get more hurt?
Qxd7z0HC1-25
{Bite into Calf -- 15 Damage}

Hail's Current Damage: 25/100

1-25

[Kaplan]

Gardenia Sinnoh
District Eleven

I felt rubble stab me and I yelped in pain. Regardless, however, I kept moving. I was doing this not just for myself, but also for my family. Roark would be watching, his nerves getting the better of him and likely causing him to cry. I've always been so close with Fantina, and I knew that she would be watching, too. She'd be less nervous, though, as she always believed in me more than I believed in myself. Maylene was strong, and she always told me that I had to learn to be a fighter. She'd be at home, cheering me on, for sure.

Then there was Wake, likely in his room, meditating and trying to make himself forget what he had seen on the television screen whenever I got hurt. Byron's emotions had always been stronger than steel, so I wouldn't have been surprised if he sat there, looking at the TV with seemingly no cares in the world, but silently falling apart on the inside. He'd always been good at hiding his emotions. Candice, beautiful Candace, would likely be thinking about the glorious victory that she wanted me to have and was likely certain that I'd manage to obtain. She'd always been so optimistic that sometimes, she was a bit too much so.

What would Volkner be doing? Probably just sitting there, genuinely not caring about what was going on in front of his eyes. He'd always been my most irritating sibling, but I still cared about him. I wonder if he cared about me.

Aaron was always far from squeamish, especially because he had an affinity for collecting bugs. Seeing your sister get hurt, however, I felt would trigger something different in the mind. Surely, that'd put him off at least a little bit. Then there was Bertha. Bertha was an old soul, always logical and thinking things through before she'd let herself panic. It was likely that she was one of the calmer ones of the group.

Flint... Well, Flint was always the 'bad ass' that thought he was better than everyone else. He was very similar to Volkner, and also likely had the frame of mind that I'd only make it out alive if I were lucky, as he likely didn't think I was very strong.

Lucian is the eldest of my siblings and likely the most intelligent. He was probably sitting there, predicting my every move and telling the others what the outcome would be as he examined what decisions were made by every individual and every obstacle in the Maze.

When I saw the rabid, rambunctious, robotic dogs, I started to panic, but then, I took a deep breath and thought, what would the others think of this if I didn't try? What would mother Cynthia think?

That meant that I had to give it all the effort that I possibly could

[Gardenia's Damage: 15/100]

Roll to see if Gardenia sustains damage
EL5Ozmmd1-20
{no damage}

1-20