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thearena2013-11-01 03:25 pm
burnedbrighter) wrote in thearena2013-11-01 03:25 pm
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Choose your own adventure with Azula
Who: Azula and anyone foolish or brave enough to get close
What: detoxing off her meds and other games
Where: The Labs and surrounding area.
When: Week two
Warnings/Notes: Azula is coming down off an addiction to Morphling, so she may be volatile and violent
These labs were a dark and depressing place. And that was perfect for someone who wanted to wallow in her own misery.
Huddled in a nest made of desks, chairs and assorted furniture Azula had set up her tent in a far corner of the lab. She needed privacy for when the cravings became too much. When she was incapacitated with sweating and muttering and visions. Unfortunately she lacked proper privacy because somewhere in the melee and madness of the first week, one of her tributes had found her and was sticking close to her for protection.
Diana was decent company on the whole. A bit too relaxed about personal space for Azula's taste, and entirely weak and pathetic when it came to combat. They'd hardly had any training time accomplished before this arena so who knows if Diana maintained any of it.
The needs came and went. Sometimes she felt clear headed enough to hunt, and so she did. The rewards were few but she was gradually gaining an understanding of the area. Their dwindling food supply however warned they would need to travel farther from the lab if a fresh food source couldn't be found.
And worse of all, she had been in the arena this long and killed no one. Not a single person! Her last arena was over in a matter of days. This time around she'd been so focused on protecting herself and ensuring she had a safe place to detox she hadn't managed to kill anyone.
Well the time for that would end soon. How much longer could her body need to adjust to the lack of chemicals in her system?
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The lush plantlife provided plenty of places for Azula to hide her beartrap.
Lurking in the trees with a sharpened stick she waited, she could wait for hours without moving, at least until the shaking from her detox came back around. For now she had her nails buried in the bark of a tree so she wouldn't accidentally shake the leaves and was grinding her teeth waiting for anyone foolish enough to cross under her. If they stepped in the beartrap it would be perfect.
If they were just close enough she could jump on them from above and try to force them into the trap? Even better.
She hated it so much that she could just scream if she wasn't biting her lip to keep from giving away her position.
Stupid STUPID Azula. She had let the hallucinations get to her. The aching and the heat and the need for her medication! Chasing some vision deeper into the woods then usual she'd found herself caught in a rainstorm and was currently taking shelter under a tree in her poncho shaking like the leaves above her.
The sound was gentle and soothing to most people, but to her it was a deafening roar that only brought back memories of her first brush with death. How close she'd come to passing on as nothing more then another failed tribute. All it would have taken was one more moment...her mouth would have opened gasping for the air it needed, sucking water into her lungs instead...
...she hated the rain. But could not, would not dare to venture out into it to try and return to the safety of her nest. The thought of it was enough to make her bite her lip even harder and taste the blood from it.
What: detoxing off her meds and other games
Where: The Labs and surrounding area.
When: Week two
Warnings/Notes: Azula is coming down off an addiction to Morphling, so she may be volatile and violent
These labs were a dark and depressing place. And that was perfect for someone who wanted to wallow in her own misery.
Huddled in a nest made of desks, chairs and assorted furniture Azula had set up her tent in a far corner of the lab. She needed privacy for when the cravings became too much. When she was incapacitated with sweating and muttering and visions. Unfortunately she lacked proper privacy because somewhere in the melee and madness of the first week, one of her tributes had found her and was sticking close to her for protection.
Diana was decent company on the whole. A bit too relaxed about personal space for Azula's taste, and entirely weak and pathetic when it came to combat. They'd hardly had any training time accomplished before this arena so who knows if Diana maintained any of it.
The needs came and went. Sometimes she felt clear headed enough to hunt, and so she did. The rewards were few but she was gradually gaining an understanding of the area. Their dwindling food supply however warned they would need to travel farther from the lab if a fresh food source couldn't be found.
And worse of all, she had been in the arena this long and killed no one. Not a single person! Her last arena was over in a matter of days. This time around she'd been so focused on protecting herself and ensuring she had a safe place to detox she hadn't managed to kill anyone.
Well the time for that would end soon. How much longer could her body need to adjust to the lack of chemicals in her system?
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The lush plantlife provided plenty of places for Azula to hide her beartrap.
Lurking in the trees with a sharpened stick she waited, she could wait for hours without moving, at least until the shaking from her detox came back around. For now she had her nails buried in the bark of a tree so she wouldn't accidentally shake the leaves and was grinding her teeth waiting for anyone foolish enough to cross under her. If they stepped in the beartrap it would be perfect.
If they were just close enough she could jump on them from above and try to force them into the trap? Even better.
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She hated it so much that she could just scream if she wasn't biting her lip to keep from giving away her position.
Stupid STUPID Azula. She had let the hallucinations get to her. The aching and the heat and the need for her medication! Chasing some vision deeper into the woods then usual she'd found herself caught in a rainstorm and was currently taking shelter under a tree in her poncho shaking like the leaves above her.
The sound was gentle and soothing to most people, but to her it was a deafening roar that only brought back memories of her first brush with death. How close she'd come to passing on as nothing more then another failed tribute. All it would have taken was one more moment...her mouth would have opened gasping for the air it needed, sucking water into her lungs instead...
...she hated the rain. But could not, would not dare to venture out into it to try and return to the safety of her nest. The thought of it was enough to make her bite her lip even harder and taste the blood from it.
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"You should be more careful blundering through the forest like that." She mocked watching him from the safety of her tree, studying the wound from afar. She could hope the trap severed an artery when it broke his leg, but really could her luck have been that good? No she'd have to test the strength of the sticks Diana had sharpened for her.
What else did she have to work with? Not much Diana had most of their collective stuff safe back at camp.
Of course...they could always improvise. Her eyes strayed to the bushes and trees around them. Maybe...?
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But in a place like this...?
A voice rang out from above him, and Beck struggled to open his eyes, and turn to see who was talking to him. From their tone, they weren't exactly here to help. Which was perfect. Wonderful.
The pain through his leg shot up a notch as he turned, and he couldn't help but gasp. But above him was a girl, watching him from the safety of a tree. "Did... you.....?"
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"You're a little slow aren't you?" Then she smirked "Or at least you will be with that leg of yours." Slowly, with great reservation she made her way down the tree. "You may be better just cutting it off really."
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Hang on, Beck. Breathe.
If he passed out now, he wouldn't be waking up, would he?
He gritted his teeth, and struggled to stay awake. As the girl slid down the tree, he reached for his arrows that rested on his back. With a lot more effort than he liked, Beck managed to slip one out, and held onto it with a shaking hand, giving her the most intimidating glare he could. "Don't."
Something in him snapped. He remembered what this was called: fight or flight. Adrenalin. A hormone in the User body that kicked in their survival instinct. "Leave m'be."
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Shaking steps took her to the edge of her trees protection. Irritating flecks of water hit her cheeks.
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She had a point.
Beck gritted his teeth together, propping his elbow up against the soggy ground. "And you're so much better?" He hissed, gripping the arrow as tightly as he could. He watched her every move. Not for just his sake, but... "Local predators hang out in the trees, too."
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Hopping back her hand shot into a bush where she had hidden her supplies. A rope was her weapon of choice now drawing it out and measuring the length in her hands, winding the excess around her arm.
"Don't struggle. It's pointless really. Allow me to end your pitiful broken existence in this arena and you'll wake up good as new back in the Capitol." She urged stepping forward slowly.
"Can you imagine living with the pain of that leg for days? Weeks even? In the last arena a girl half your size almost had her leg ripped off and was forced to survive in that constant agony for almost the entire duration. It never goes away. You never get used to it. Every beat of your heart will send another sensation of spine twisting pain through you. Even while you try to sleep."
Her hands pulled taught the rope she held preparing for her strike. "Why put yourself through that?"
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Beck wasn't sure what was happening with him. He kind of had this feeling before in the first arena he was in, but it wasn't this intense. Whether it was because he went home for a while, or he was being so threatened like this, Beck wanted to survive. And his User brain was responding appropriately.
He ignored the pain in his leg as he brought his hand back, gripping the silver bow. His shaking hands managed to latch the arrow, pulling the string back as far as he could. ...But he didn't release it just yet.
Hang on there, Beck...
"I said, don't!"
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Yes. Yes he would shoot her.
Could she avoid it? Likely. But she knew she was in a poor state to begin with.
Only one way to find out. She took a step forward, her eyes on his to see the moment when he decided to fire.
"You are going to die in this jungle. Horribly. Painfully. But fast or slow is up to you."
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He couldn't even feel that anymore.
There was something weird going through his head. If he was a Program, he wouldn't feel this. Maybe a little zap of energy, but it was never to the nth degree like now. His head was spinning, and his heart was going a million miles an hour. And there was just one thing he wanted to do, but he couldn't do that. Not to someone innocent.
Was she innocent?
Beck gritted his teeth, his world becoming icy clear as adrenalin continued to pump through his veins. And as her words started to sting...he lowered the aim of his bow, and let the arrow go.
It was going straight for her leg. If he could make his way out of this...
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The air sunk into the ground where her leg had been a moment before. Her foot slid out of the way in the last moment.
Kneeling down to pick up the arrow she studied it in amusement.
"At least you had the nerve to shoot. Even if you were too weak to aim for anything worth hitting." She glanced up at him, "Or was your aim really that pathetic?"
Her hand was a flash as she flung the arrow back at him like a mini spear. It wasn't as accurate as a shot from a bow but there was enough force behind it to hurt if he didn't avoid it.
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Beck's heart sunk. And right along with it, the burst of energy he had slowly started to fade. He didn't want it to end like this. And he couldn't. Beck didn't want to die again; it hurt most of the time, and he didn't want to and-
He suddenly twisted himself to the side, feeling something splitting through his sleeve. Beck planted his fingers into the dirt ahead of him, and started to pull his injured leg away as hard as he could. He could hear someone screaming through the ringing in his ears and the pain grew to the point where he saw black dots in his vision, but he didn't let up. This thing could unhitch itself from the ground, right? Even if it mean he would hobble around with a bear trap attached to him, he could still have a chance of escaping.
Beck could feel the ground tilt, and he shook with the effort. But if he pushed it just a little more...
For the record you don't have to give it up, she's not going to bother fighting him for it.
"I was going to show you mercy. Send you home quickly...but if you're really that desperate for more pain."
Almost casually she strolled over to him and kicked the release on the trap. It popped open with a rusty screech. No point in letting him crawl away with one of her only weapons.
Of course that didn't mean she couldn't be a little vindictive. She kicked his mangled leg sharply.
"Do me a favor and leave your weapon would you? It'll save me the trouble of following you till a raptor eats you. And it would be such a waste if it got swept up by the Capitol when they come to claim your body."
OH oh oh u_u thank you!!
Beck felt himself go limp, not even able to do anything but whimper as she kicked at him. Whatever energy he had was now gone. He could barely even hear the other User talking to him...
He gripped onto his bow as tightly as he could...which probably wasn't very tight at all. He didn't have any more weapons, and in an environment like this, it would be suicide to fight without one. But he could feel himself wavering in and out, his vision growing foggier by the minute. Well...
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As she knelt down to finish the dead however...from the sky a drop of water fell and struck her cheek.
then another.
she shuddered and her fingers clenched the knife in her hand tighter. "Stay....do the job." She growled at herself through tightly clenched teeth.
But more rain began to fall and a screaming began in her head that she had to stifle by biting her lower lip till it bled.
She fled the scene leaving Beck to die of blood loss, or at least hoping he would. How humiliating would it be if a former victor couldn't even get one kill?