"Oh... hah" Mephi had gotten into a tussle with another tribute, which he barely managed to escape from. In his hurry to escape, he had received quite the fatal wound. Leaning against the wall of snow, Mephi was trapped. Despite the pain eating away at his stomach, he grinned to the sky. "..." His hazy red eyes looked especially unfocused today. "...do you want to see a trick?" His voice was languid, weak even. The Hunger Games were a spectacle to watch children d ie painfully, fighting to the very end. While other tributes would have been desperately staunching the blood, fighting for their life, Mephi seemed...content. The hand over his stomach was held loosely, blood continuing to trickle out from the corners of his hand. On his face, hung a languid smile. He playfully compacted the snow with his free hand. Three little balls of snow laid next to him, stained pink with some of his blood. With his shaking hands, he carefully stacked the snowballs on top of one another, creating a small pink snowman. "haha" Black blood trickled down his lip, yet he only smiled wider. /im going to d ie on April 1st/ He laid comfortably on the snow, embracing his cold grave as if it were the softest bed. Dying didn't seem to matter to Mephi, no one would be waiting for him in this world now even if he survived. /I'll...finally be able to join my friends.../ Relief flashed in his eyes as he laid there, dying. Hours passed, with Mephi calmly waiting for de ath to take him. His breathing became more shallow, yet his face seemed to be at peace. As he blinked sleepily, he remembered his statement from a few hours ago. Choking out his words, he languidly whispered: "Haaa...just...kidding, there...wasn't a joke~" His eyes reflected the sky, yet the darkness creeping into his vision grew heavier. "Happy...April fools~" Mephi finally drifted to eternal slumber... Good night...
