Art Attack [OTA]

[designatedfreak]

Who: Max and You
What: Further exploration and more Tributes
Where: Second Floor
When: Week Two
Notes: Mask violence



Back on the second floor and hidden in a jungle-like display, Max swallowed one of the brown pills that had been handed to her prior to entering the tube to the Arena. She was told to take them when the shaking started. They helped and more than any supply she scavenged, these brown colored pills were going to help her keep surviving.

It took nearly five minutes before the tiny tremors stopped running through her body. She wanted to check for more food even though her body didn't really need too much, but it was still a hassle and concern to have to hunt for the little amount she did seem to need. Manticore had trained them to go long periods without food and water and now she found herself hungry within days of starting this "game."

Max found herself picking through empty bags; someone had searched this place thoroughly. She managed to find a few bags of chips and boxes of juice that were about to go bad. Satisfied she had found whatever was left to be found, Max slinked back into the exhibits were it was easy to keep an eye on the floor while remaining hidden. The strange displays still interested her. Were these really representations of the outside world?

Her small hand reached out to the mask of one of the dummies in the display she hid herself in. The mask was dark and frightening looking, but Max found it strangely transfixing. Manticore didn't have anything so distinctive and colorful. The mask easily came off the figure. Max turned it over to look at the back, and then slowly began to put it on, but a noise alerted her to someone arriving, and the mask was shoved in her bag as she pulled out her large knife and moved to intercept the other Tribute.

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[knifewithnoname]

Pruna crept along quietly, glancing back to where Sandy followed. She was glad to have found her, she had been worried that she wouldn't find her at all. But now she had and so Pruna was going to do her very best to keep her from getting hurt.

Even though she hadn't done the best job so far, and the scars on both their faces from the masks had proven that. But they were useful, if painful and so they each carried one, for emergencies.

Pruna's admiration of Sandy had only grown since seeing her powers.

When she heard the noise she gestured for Sandy to get behind her and crept forward, knife in hand, ready to stop anything that might appear and attack them.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy gripped her crowbar tightly and felt her heart jump into her throat. Were they really about to do this? Was it time for a fight already?

Suddenly she wished she hadn't chosen to take the orange cape and shiny black goggles from the wax museum. Sure they looked cool and made her feel stronger but they sure didn't do much for her stealth.

[designatedfreak]

The orange cape was more like a target than some sort of cool costume. Max silently moved through the displays, keeping an eye on that cape and wondering if she wanted to reveal herself.

She was surprised at seeing two girls her own age, not too surprised given she had noted kids when the Arena started, but to see they were still here, still surviving, it made her heart thump a little harder. Seeing how close the girls where and wondering if they too were like her and Don, she stepped out of the display. "That material is too bright. Someone will see you and kill you." It goes unsaid that she could have killed the girl.

[knifewithnoname]

A second later Pruna was fully between the new girl and Sandy, knife hovering at the level of her neck, though only close enough to be a warning and not an active threat.

If the girl knew the difference. "I would be killing anyone who did be even trying." Though the girl had a point, the material was too bright.

[designatedfreak]

Max met the knife with her own, purely defensive but still just as dangerous as the girl's warning. "Not if they killed her first. Quickly. I followed you for 210 seconds before revealing myself." Her eyes glanced at the other girl. "A unit is as strong as its weakest soldier."

[knifewithnoname]

"I did be knowing you did be being there." She told her, though she frowned because she was right. Not that Pruna knew much about soldiers, but she knew that if someone was weak or slow everyone working for them could get caught and killed. But Sandy wasn't like that, she was getting better, and stronger.

Sorry, my notifs weren't showing

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy recovered from her near death with a shudder and straightened up undoing the cape with a sigh and letting the fabric run over her fingers.

"Alright alright, we don't need to kill each other. We're all kids here right?" She tried to defuse the stand off.

"So why not focus on the big stupid adults who got us here in the first place?"

[designatedfreak]

"They are outside." And to get there they needed to survive this place. Don had said they would come back to life after the Arena, but Max wasn't quite ready to rely on that piece of information.

Her eyes didn't move from the girl holding the knife. "You want to get there being less visible would help."

[knifewithnoname]

"It would be being." Pruna had to agree with this new girl, even though she didn't want Sandy to be upset. "You could be wearing it under your clothes, so no one can be seeing it."

She nodded at the other words, the adults were outside, to get enough power to kill them they had to win.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot reached for his own knife as he saw someone moving. He changed to a purely defensive stance when he saw the child. This was the worst part of the Games - the children brought in a forced to fight. This one stood like a soldier, he recognized the distinctive stance.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya, kid."

[designatedfreak]

The knife didn't leave her hand and her body didn't relax, but Max did nod her head in understanding. She had offered trust to plenty so far, but it was a shaky trust at best.

"Did someone send you?" She wondered if he was one of Don's allies.

sorry this is so late.

[retrieverchef]

He shook his head. "No. I'm lookin' for some friends."

Unfortunately, there was no way to set a meeting place when you knew nothing of the arena ahead of time.

NP!

[designatedfreak]

"It's just me." And she wasn't ready to create a new friend, not after Don had caught her so off guard. "You should probably leave."

[retrieverchef]

He nodded stepping back slightly. "Ya haven't seen anyone else since ya got here?"

[designatedfreak]

"Aside from the dead?" She should have stayed to fight, but the numbers and abilities were too unknown. No, it was better to fight against one than that angry and panicked mob that set off when the buzzer sounded.

"Don." The Nomalie had left her in order to find others. Naturally when this man approached she thought Don might have sent him, but now that she knew he didn't, the man was left as an uncertainty.

[retrieverchef]

He smiled at the name. "Don's a good guy. A good ally."

He was fairly sure his former ally would look out for this new kid. He hoped he wouldn't have to choose between her winning and his brother.

[designatedfreak]

"Yes." Don knew her. Of her, which was more uncomfortable than Max let on, but his assumed connection to her made him a good ally.

"Your friends? They are still alive?"

[libertin]

With Cosette safely in the company of her husband, Courfeyrac was free to explore without too much concern for their safety. He had nothing in the way of a weapon, but he did have a handy laser pointer, which was probably better than nothing. Arriving in the exhibit hall, he didn't immediately notice anyone, leading him to boldly wander through, scanning the walls for any types of weapons or materials that he could salvage as supplies.

[designatedfreak]

Max watched the man walk around without care. She didn't know if that meant he was dangerous or if he was simply a fool. There was one way to find out. From her bag she pulled out one of the smaller knives and threw it at his foot. It was a simply warning: this place is occupied by someone willing to kill you. The hunter that had been part of her make up wanted him to take the knife and show he was willing to fight. Too long she's been moving from floor to floor, easily hiding her small body in the many shadows. She was restless and ready for this game to begin to move.

[libertin]

He stopped in his tracks, expression unmoving as he stared at the weapon at his feet. This, he realized, was his wake up call. It was a sudden punch in the gut from reality. He was not alone and he was going to die in this place, and whoever had thrown that knife at him either wanted to kill him now or wanted to give him a chance to even things up.

He whispered a soft prayer in French as he stooped to pick up the knife. His eyes then moved to the direction from which it came.

"I'm going to keep this. You won't get it back from me."

[designatedfreak]

Max stepped out from the dark, her larger and sharper knife in hand.

"I don't need it." She was very aware of how unfrightening she might look, but she was a trained killer and even as weak as this world made her she was still deadly.

"You could run."

[libertin]

"I could," he answered back, knowing better than to underestimate someone simply because they were young and small. He'd witnessed cunning and bravery from a child her age or younger and he would never dismiss their capabilities based on appearance alone. "But I do not wish to run. Are you going to kill me?"

[designatedfreak]

"Perhaps. It's the mission." Nothing personal. Every she's met so far has been nice enough, but there were other killers here and doctors, who were just as dangerous. She wants him to run, she wants to chase and maybe kill because that would give her some small amount of familiarity.

[libertin]

Courfeyrac didn't budge one way or the other. He wasn't willing to kill anyone for no reason, and as she'd given him no real justification, he could not in good conscience attack her. That said, he was mildly worried that this confrontation would be his last. If this was to be his killer, it would make for a less glorious death than the one he'd had before. Thinking about it now made his stomach twist.

"It is not my mission. My goal today is one of protection." To show he meant business, he lowered his arms to his sides, though he still held the knife firmly.

[designatedfreak]

She tilted her head to the side as she took him in properly. He didn't seem as though he was a soldier, but there was fighter in him. Max wasn't sure if she wanted to attack that fighter or convince him to join her against others.

"I'm protecting myself. Some have died, but not enough. Peace doesn't last forever."