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.

Comments

[knifewithnoname]

"Well yes, but if you do be picking good people to be being you allies then it will be being a good fight at the end." By good she meant strong, "It do be being complicated, but that's why you do be having to be being clever."

[justoutrunyou]

This little back and forth gave Sandy a moment to reflect on what it might look like if she and Pruna were forced to fight.

The little scene played out in her head quickly, because she took a sick sort of comfort in knowing Pruna would make it quick.

But that sort of showdown was unlikely. Impossible wasn't it? Just as impossible as dying four times and being brought back to life.

Back to reality, or whatever her life had become "There's more then enough people here trying to kill us that you shouldn't need to kill an ally. Especially if they're useful."

She instantly regretted that phrasing, while Pruna found Sandy fun and useful, this girl had only just met her. Even Pruna hated her the first few times they'd met.

[designatedfreak]

Max didn't see how Pruna would find Sandy useful except, maybe, for the same reason Max found the small group of French people useful. Eventually everyone outlives their usefulness. She doesn't think the two girls would like to hear that small fact said out loud.

"Is a good fight necessary to ensure they accept your win?" Perhaps she should add a good fighter to her small group of allies.

[knifewithnoname]

"Yes." Pruna nodded, "Well... I would be thinking so. If you do be being boring I do no be thinking you could be winning." Surely the gamemakers would send some monster to eat you if you were not being exciting.

[justoutrunyou]

"I dunno..." Sandy paused looking thoughtful. "The last guy was really boring! In fact he didn't do much of anything but hide in the last arena up till there were only three people left. Then the big alien guy killed Ellie, and then the little curly haired guy came outta nowhere and attacked the alien guy and he won. Not as good a fight or as interesting as some of the others." She shrugged.

[designatedfreak]

"He survived." Which sounded like doing more than enough. She doubted he ran around in a bright orange cape. "Allies and a good fight." Max was going to make sure these stayed in the front of her mind.

[knifewithnoname]

"He did be doing that, and he do be being really smart." Pruna told her, she liked Enjolras.

"Be remembering those and you will be doing okay." She told X5-452 solemnly.

[justoutrunyou]

"More or less." Sandy added unwilling to call their lives anything more then "Doing Okay." After a pause she added "And when you do die and get sent back don't attack the adults trying to dress you up. It may be stupid but it's important to making people like you."

Pruna had traumatized some of the styling team of District 12 much to Sandy's amusement.

[designatedfreak]

Max frowned at the memory of those who had put her in this current outfit. They had smiled and talked with high pitched voices, mostly gripping about her lack of hair, and then, with more smiles, pushed her into the hands of men in white who told her to stand on a small circle. Everything had happened too fast for Max to really think about attacking. She had expected a mission, the "game," but the prodding and redressing was a bit much.

Sandy's words were good ones, no attacking the people outside. Although they turned everyone in this group into killers, they certainly didn't want that thought outside...whatever outside even was.

Max nodded and then stepped back. There was more to explore, and while the girls offered a sort of familiarity, Max wanted to be alone for a while longer. "Find a good fight." She thought it was the sort of goodbye Pruna would appreciate.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna nodded as well, wrinkling her nose at the thought of the stupid hair people and the long dress fittings. "You be finding one too." She told her with a grin, "We will be meeting again."

[justoutrunyou]

That was enough for Sandy. The girl was dangerous and Sandy had been lucky thus far, but how much more could she push her luck with so many dangerous bloodthirsty friends?

Still, her smile was genuine and encouraging as Max backed away.

"It'll be nice if a kid wins for a change."