thearena | Some saves the day

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Some saves the day

Who| Pruna, Sandy and Some
What| The volcano goes off, Some is a hero
Where| Third floor
When| Wednesday of week 3
Warnings/Notes| Volcanoes, fire, liquid nitrogen, burns, angry small hurt murder children

It hadn't taken Pruna long to find the screen that sometimes showed where other tributes were. And so she was there now, on her tiptoes studying it before it went back to the people who wanted gold.

She could see the dots that were her and Pruna, and one or two more dots on this floor but none close enough to be of danger yet. She grinned and pointed to the screen about to explain to Sandy how they could sneak up on one of them, when a rumbling interrupted her. The ground began to shake violently.

She looked around, worried. "What do that be being?"

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Sandy was hesitant to give up the mask to a creature she only knew a little, but obviously Pruna trusted him. She in turn snagged Pruna and drug her closer to Some so that once the mask was on whatever new powers it would unlock would save all three of them.

She refused to leave Pruna behind again. This time they were sticking together no matter what that meant for their imminent deaths.

Some hooked arms around them both, pulling them close against his side. Where to go, where to go?! Not down. Down called to him, the safety of caves and depths, but the lava would go down, wouldn't it? Would drown everyone below them all in molten burning stone.

The roof! No, he hadn't tried teleporting there before, and his mistake with the barriers the other day made him scared - if he bounced off another shield he couldn't perceived, he could take them all into the path of the lava. Short jump, then. Into the stairwell itself. It was sturdy, it had stone walls.

"Hold tight," he said, forcing the mask into place, and took them. His teleportation was smooth. There was nothing to be felt in the dislocation between space and space, no moment of nothing or wrenching sensation. But he didn't quite manage to find the floor at the other end, popping them into being a few feet above the steps. The drop was nothing for him, but for the girls?

Pruna let herself be grabbed, not letting go of Sandy either. She didn't know what the red hot liquid was but it was burning everything it touched. They had to get out quick.

The next thing she knew she was falling, she did manage to turn it into a roll, but rolling down a staircase was not exactly an easy thing, and she soon found herself in a heap at the bottom hurting everywhere. "Sandy?"

"Ow...ow."

Sandy had landed hard and was laying halfway up and down the stairs, upside down with her foot caught on the hand rail so her leg was in the air while the rest of her recovered on the stairs. She looked dazed from the landing and some blood was running down the stair where her head was laying. Apparently she'd hit it on landing.

"Alive." She added. "Ow." Not willing to move in case the sharp crack of her head on stairs was worse then she thought. The mask was still in hand, maybe she should...

Some crouched over Sandy, alarmed. "I am sorry! I'm sorry, I thought I had the floor!" He looked between them both, but the blood on the stairs kept him by Sandy, tentatively touching her head. "Please, don't move!"

At Sandy's voice Pruna ran up the steps to where Sandy lay. "Do no be moving." She glared at Some, "You did be hurting her!" She practically snarled though somewhere she knew that if Some hadn't grabbed them they would have died.

She dug through her bag until she found the first aid kit, ignoring her own hurts for now, she wasn't bleeding and nothing felt broken. Sandy was in worse shape.

"How many bandages we got left?" They'd already burned through so many but had found others so Sandy had lost track. She remained still, eyes wide trying to decide if it was better or worse that the stinging at the back of her head was gone replaced by a dull throbbing in her skull.

"I'm alive." she repeated.

Some stiffened, jaw tight, but kept himself from snarling back at Pruna. Her friend was hurt, and he had made the mistake. He looked anxiously at the door that led back onto the floor, half a flight above them now. If the lava came through that door, he'd have to move them all again, and fast.

"Can you move your feet? Your hands?"

"We do be having enough." Pruna told her, though they were running out. She found the cut and began pressing the bandages to his head. "Can you be moving at all?" She repeated Some's question.

Sandy slowly gripped and relaxed her hands, allowing Pruna to re-bandage her head as she shifted her legs and sat up slowly.

"Yeah...yeah I'm OK. Head hurts but we're not dead." And Sandy's standards were starting to become so low that being not dead was really the best she could ask for.

Some kept a hand behind her back, not willing to risk her falling back again to hit an already-injured head. He was shaking, and he clenched several fists, trying to stop it.

"I can carry you both, on my back, but we need to move up. If it is bleeding- erupting here, it should only be worse below. Th-the whole building may fall."

"I can be walking." Pruna told him but moved to help lift Sandy up onto Some's back.

"This do be being fucking stupid." She looked around, "Do they even be wanting a victor." No one would survive if the whole arena fell down.

Sandy had a moment of distress as Pruna helped her up onto Some's back, to be honest she was still freaked out by the...whatever he was. And being this close to anyone who wasn't Pruna was distressing these days. But she knew her options were limited so she clung onto whatever she could to hang on.

"They'll probably turn it off after it's spread far enough." She noted when really that was just what she was hoping. "If they end the arena this soon what else will they distract the people with?"

He put his lower two arms around her, very like a seatbelt, and held tight, his scarred back stiff and tense against her. "Pruna, you too. I can climb faster than you if we need to, or I can teleport us again."

Pruna wrinkled her nose, but he had a point. It would be easier for him to teleport if she was already with him. She climbed up behind Sandy.

"It do still be fucking stupid." She said, it was almost an insult. Like the Capitol didn't think them capable of killing each other or being interesting, so added more things to get them.

Sandy leaned back, grateful to have Pruna so close.

"There are these things in the ceiling." She mused as they started moving again "I saw on the movie screen, they put out fires. Maybe they can cool off that lava before it wrecks the building."

Then again being hopeful wasn't that helpful.

"Things?" Some looked up, just in time to see the sprinklers click and begin to move. He almost smiled in relief - water would help kill the heat. There was almost time to be reassured, to begin moving.

The spray that began was not water.

Well that was clever, Pruna thought, right up until the first sprays hit her and she hissed in pain, slamming back into the emptiness. What was that? Burning rain... Except it was cold. So cold.

"Be covering your head." She snapped at Sandy and Some. Doing the same herself.

Sandy shrieked and curled up as tight as she could. Her hand plunged into her bag groping for a mask and instead produced the blood soaked cape.

With a jerk she covered herself with it feeling the spatter of whatever the awful burning liquid was on the slick fabric of the cape. She'd only have a few moments before the cape started soaking it in.

"Teleport teleport teleport!!!" she demanded desperately.

Up. It had to be up. There had to be something safer, higher. He held tight to both girls, shouting as the fluid burned right through his fur, and took them to the top floor. They appeared in the midst of a cluster of mannequins, and Some stumbled against one, grabbing it to try to stay upright. The fluid was still scalding at him, and he keened, trying to scrape it off his shoulders against a wax statute without dislodging his passengers.

The burning rain stopped and Pruna realised that they had teleported again. She opened her eyes and removed her arms from over her head, they were blistered and burning. She saw what Some was doing and leaned over as much as she could without falling off to scrape her arms on a statue. "We do be needing to be finding water."

"Water?"

Of course! The idea slammed into Sandy's head being the least injured at least in the case of the burning liquid that still sizzled on her stone. She cast a glance around the room they had landed in through the holes of the mask.

A drinking fountain!

"HERE!" She lunged off Some with some difficulty, dislodging herself from his arms using her mask enhanced strength and raced for the fountain crossing the floor in seconds. She swung her crow bar screaming at it and buried the heavy iron tool in the fountain's side.

A grunt and a twist and she had wrenched it from the wall, twisting the pipe with the unexpected force and sending water splattering everywhere.

Now Some just had to get over to the broken pipe.

He stumbled as he followed Sandy, tracking blood from burnt forefeet. His hindfeet had, at least, managed to escape unscathed. "What- what is it?" he gasped, struggling not to drop Pruna before he reached the water. When he did, he sank to his knees, turning as he did to make sure the spray hit her first.

The water sprayed all over her and though it didn't really do much for the cold it lessened the pain and for a moment Pruna just sat there, slumped in the spray.

"I do no be knowing." She shivered miserably, looking at her hand, which had started to blister.

"Me neither." Sandy confessed trying to use her stone hands to aim the spray of water to help wash over her girlfriend and their hero. "Another Capitol Trap. Someone's laughing at us right now."

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Is this okay?

yup

Nice

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