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| WHO | Gabriel and Rea WHAT | Gabriel gets emo'd to death WHEN | Week 5 WHERE | Not far from the cornucopia WARNINGS / NOTES | Character death, violence ( Read more... ) |
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| WHO | Aunamee, Grey, and Wyatt. WHAT | Aunamee dies, then Grey dies. WHEN | Early Week 5 WHERE | Ice fields. WARNINGS / NOTES | Death, gore, basically nightmare fuel. ( Read more... ) |
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| Who| Atticus Bell and Adel-Makim-Zalur What| Time to die! Where| The crevasse Atticus has been in since that thing with the zombie When| Let's say...Monday? Warnings/Notes| Death! And violence and such. And nudity. ( This is so not what he signed up for. ) |
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| WHO | Howard, Aunamee and eventually Wyatt WHAT | Howard freaks out and dies. WHEN | Week 5 WHERE | In the crevasse. WARNINGS / NOTES | Violence, brutal death, mentions and discussion of suicide. ( Failed to make it mine. ) |
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| WHO | OPEN. Particularly to those who have been rolled for death. WHAT | Death. WHEN | Sometime in the middle of Week 03 WHERE | Where the glaciers end WARNINGS / NOTES | Violence, possible language, etc. ( Temperature's rising ) |
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| Who| Dr. Grey and Chibiusa [CLOSED] What| Time for Chibiusa to die. Where| Ice fields. When| Beginning of the fourth week. Warnings| Death. Adorable pink child death. :(
He'd ran. He'd ran away. The scientist has a near permanent grin on his face. Yes, this time things would be very, very different. He pushes on through the snow now, hoping the arena will be so kind as to leave the man to him. Wouldn't that just be wonderful?
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| Who| Doc Holiday and Aunamee [Closed] What| Holiday's intro and first death all in one. Hoozah. When| The start of Week Four Where| Near-ish the Cornucopia Warnings| Death and bad things. ( I'm trying to hold on. ) |
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| Who| Dr. Grey and Aunamee [CLOSED] What| Reunion Where| Ice fields. When| Near the end of the third week. Warnings| None.
He's surviving. He's surviving. When he'd noticed the sea birds circling above the glacier, he'd followed them and he'd been greatly rewarded for it. There were plenty of eggs for the taking, and he had even managed to pull down a foolish bird that had been particularly intent on protecting it's young. The cleanest bits of the nests themselves were added to his fire making supplies.
Keeping fed was one thing, but the cold was another. The brutal, brutal cold. At night, he dug into snow drifts and curled up inside of his sleeping bag within them as the wind picked up and the temperatures dropped. Even still, his nose was badly frost bitten, on it's way to black. And considering he couldn't feel his toes, it seemed likely they were much the same. The extra thick snow gloves he'd earned at the Cornucopia were only just saving his fingers.
As he trudges through the snow with the help of the cramp-ons, he sips back the contents of a cracked open bird egg.
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