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thearena2014-11-01 08:31 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-11-01 08:31 pm
Mini Arena 3
The kids are picked up from the daycare bright and early, but by the Capitol instead of their parents. It's just like old times in the arenas, with only children to contend.
25 - 24 - 23
Stylists are starting to get used to the mini-arenas, though it doesn't mean they've been allowed to dress tributes in whatever they want. All the tributes will be dressed as proxy copy of a respective video game character. All tributes are reminded about the ticket rules for this round.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
The platforms lift them up, and there is no cornucopia to be seen. The only way tributes will be able to help and protect themselves is if they go out of their way to harm another tribute and get the tickets, which will be tallied by their watches. The lights of the games flicker and glow within the dark. Classic video game fight tunes play overhead. Before them lay a great and stretching obstacle course, filled with animatronic enemies and various other hazards.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.
5 - 4
3
2
The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.
[OOC: Remember, this is forwardated by a week.]
25 - 24 - 23
Stylists are starting to get used to the mini-arenas, though it doesn't mean they've been allowed to dress tributes in whatever they want. All the tributes will be dressed as proxy copy of a respective video game character. All tributes are reminded about the ticket rules for this round.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
The platforms lift them up, and there is no cornucopia to be seen. The only way tributes will be able to help and protect themselves is if they go out of their way to harm another tribute and get the tickets, which will be tallied by their watches. The lights of the games flicker and glow within the dark. Classic video game fight tunes play overhead. Before them lay a great and stretching obstacle course, filled with animatronic enemies and various other hazards.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.
5 - 4
3
2
The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.
[OOC: Remember, this is forwardated by a week.]
Open
It shouldn't take him long at all to get past it and get to the finish line, but he lingers, wandering different routes and throwing animatronics over the side and checking for anyone who might be straggling or having trouble with the course.
He isn't playing to win. He's playing to help other people avoid horrible and painful deaths.
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The last arena she did by being crushed to death in gears, she really doesn't want to be able to compare being dissolved by acid to that. She hears something clunk behind her and looks back to see the shape of one of the creepy animatronics back the way she came.
"Oh crap!" she can't move fast enough for this.
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Aang hears her. He knows that voice.
He's on a bridge above her. He drops to his knees, then dangles his torso over the edge, hanging on only by his (way too powerful) thighs to look down at the bridge below. "Hi, Clementine!"
He looks side to side, catching sight of a hulking robot thing approaching. He grimaces, body getting tense for a battle that hadn't even started. "Do you want any help with that?"
No, he isn't concerned by the fact he's dangling and could possibly slip and die in acid. This is his element; he's a monkey with human skin.
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She's still trying to shimmy across the bridge she's on, casting a nervous glance back at the animatronic. "Yes!" Clem says the word almost before he's finished talking, "I'm no good at this."
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He grasps the edge of the floorboards of his bridge, then flips down in one smooth motion and lands between her and the animatronic, barely making her bridge move at all with his landing. He's seriously built like a bird. A very bendy bird with tattoos.
"These things are really heavy. You just need to use the weight against them!" Of course he would turn this into a little mini-lesson. Aang is so used to fighting and defying death that it's casual for him, especially considering he's up against an artificial creature. He doesn't mind destroying a robot.
He shimmies closer to the animatronic, closing the distance between them as it comes closer. It looks like one of the rabbits. "And they can grab you with their arms, so you want to deal with those first before you try putting them over the side, because they'll probably try dragging you into the acid otherwise. The elbows and shoulders are pretty vulnerable."
Yeah, no, he has none of the fear that a child reasonably should when put against a hulking evil robot bunny.
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God knew, she didn't want anyone getting themselves killed on her account, not again. Clementine swallows as she watches him. He'll probably have better luck telling her all this once the current threat is dealt with.
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The robot lurches, then lunges for Aang. He leans against the ropes, catching one of its arms as it passes by and kicking in the back of its knee. It falls on its face, but Aang keeps hold of its arm, causing the metal at its shoulder to warp and the tubes to loosen and circuitry to spark.
"See? Using the weight." That move wouldn't necessarily work on a person, but he'd noticed how lacking the robots were in the flexibility department. But the fight isn't done, because with a whir, the animatronic starts to rise again, its jaw opening and closing with a horrible grinding sound that seems angry.
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The bridge lurches when the rabbit lunges and Clementine has to bite down on the cry of fear in her throat, watching Aang all the more nervously, half-convinced she'd see him knocked down to his death. Instead he actually knocks it down and does damage to it.
She gapes in stunned silence for a moment before calling out, "Look out! It's getting back up!"
Damn it, she has no way to help him, she doesn't even have anything to throw!
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The bunny swings at him with its working arm. He leans to the side at the last minute, leaving the animatronic momentarily unbalanced when it tries to straight-up lunge at him.
In one smooth movement, Aang lets go of the rope and crouches low to the floor, sliding between the rabbit's legs as it falls into the rope. Its weight causes it to flip over the rope railing and, in a cacophony of furious whirring, it vanishes over the edge.
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Clementine's eyes are huge in her face at the display of skill and balance she's just witnessed. It was incredible to her that anyone could move that way, with such grace and speed. She's definitely impressed by what Aang just did.
"That was amazing! Are you okay?"