WEAPONS ROLL RUN

[etcircenses]

"The museum will be closing in half an hour. At that time, something very special will be distributed to the Tributes brave enough to risk their peers at the first floor elevators."

The storm is still raging outside, casting everything on the first floor in a dim light occasionally shattered by flashes of lightning. The thunder rolling in the background seems to set the tone, although some may find it a welcome distraction from silence.

Half an hour passes. Five minutes before it's done, the elevators cease functioning, leaving Tributes to use the stairwells.

Each elevator door opens to reveal a handful of weapons: firecrackers, revolvers, grenades. There are no threats to the Tributes who try to retrieve them - none but their fellow competitors.

[OOC note: party-style post. Everyone tag away.]

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[hit_girl_mindy]

She needed this. The knife could only do so much, and she was still craving the kill of a certain person, who she was wondering was gone by now. Joel had, of course, parted, likely to do some Joe related thing. Mindy was alone, only now she felt strangely crappy about it.

But that could wait. The elevator doors opened, and she could see weapons: firecrackers, grenades...GUNS. Goddamn, about time!

Mindy wasn't going to be cautious this time: she made a run for the nearest door.

[acroodawakening]

After the scuffle, he spotted her and made a beeline for her in the chaos.

He'd been shot. That was the first thing Mindy would see when she saw him, the arm bandaged with bloody bandages. Whoever had bandaged him had done a good job, though. The bandages were bloody but it looked like the bleeding had stopped.

"Mindy!"

He wanted to make sure she got out of the fight.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Head. Hurting. Please stop with the shouties, Guy.

She groaned, wincing as she arose from where she was squatting. The girl was sporting some mean scratches, on her face and at her back, and she was certainly pretty bruised now. The pajamas were starting to come apart, so at least she was able to move silently, but no cloth protecting her meant scrapes everywhere.

"Guy, what the hell happened to you?"

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[libertin]

There'd been no discussion in the fossil barricade about whether or not he and Max would venture down to the first floor. It was just the two of them now and they needed more supplies of any variety to keep even the pair of them alive and functioning on a decent level. Instead of debating the merits of descending, they'd instead decided that they would both go, but they would go separately, take different routes, and then return to the fossil fort. Be gone no longer than 30 minutes. If the other did not return, do not go after them.

Courfeyrac had departed first and arrived on the scene early on. He was fixated on his mission. He would not fail in retrieving whatever it was that was on the other side of those elevator doors.

When the doors opened, he ran forward, not giving a single damn if what he was running for was food or water or weapons. He had to get his hands on something, and by God he wasn't going to fail this time.

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[dragoon_pride]

The announcement caught Kain's attention. It wasn't even that he wanted whatever "special" items they might be giving out. He had a decent enough weapon, at the moment. But he couldn't take the chance that this might give others an unfair advantage.

Besides, right now he couldn't quite contain the side of him that wanted to see action.

So once the elevator doors opened Kain was there, rushing forward and prepared to fight to obtain some piece of that equipment.

[the_marshal]

Normally Wyatt would have avoided any gathering of tributes in the arena - he knew full well how badly they always went - but there hadn't been much of a choice this round. Supplies and moral were beginning to run dangerously low; fatigue and injury and the long, lonely hours taking their toil on both Wyatt and Howard.

So, pushing the knife into Howard's hands, ordering him to swing away at anything and anyone who didn't announce themselves, Wyatt gathered up his crowbar, tucked the notes from Max into his pocket and set off the elevators. Figuring he'd give it a look at least. If it wasn't worth the risk he'd high-tail it out of there.

Tucked behind a display, he waited, skin prickling with awareness - knowing he wasn't alone - and visibly stiffened when the elevators opened. Spine jerking straight and stiff at the bounty within. His eyes landing almost immediately on a revolver, glinting in the light of the closest elevator.

He didn't wait, didn't give himself time to think about it. Guns changed everything. Running wasn't going to save him if someone else got their hands on it.

As he raced toward the car he saw the blur out of his corner of his eye, tall and dark. Instead of trying to be faster - hoping he could be - he changed direction sharply, threw his considerable muscle into a body-slam. Hoping instead to knock the stranger of their feet or at least out of the way.

[dragoon_pride]

Kain was fixated on the explosives. It wasn't just a spear from the ancient weapons displays that he'd been able to get from the exhibits. He'd also spent a lot of this arena looking over information in any displays featuring war and weaponry, getting some ideas about what this world had to offer. Not all of it made sense to him. He really didn't think he'd get much out of trying a gun, at this point. But bombs made sense in a way, and seemingly were easier to control here, where they weren't alive. The grenades... those could be especially useful, given what he'd seen. He needed something strong like that since he couldn't rely on his power or, for that matter, on having a mage around who was capable of explosive magic.

But as he ran out, he had a feeling he wouldn't be the only one attempting to get their hands on something. Sure enough, there was someone else coming after him. As he was slammed into, Kain tried to lash out with the pole of his spear, more intending to try and drag his opponent down with him than actually stab.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was fast.

Faster then Pruna at least once she built up some steam. Pruna's reaction time was better but when it came to long distance running, dashing and darting Sandy was your girl.

And so she took off like a bolt of lightning for the stockpile, weaving around the adults and keeping her head low. She had her bag in her arms hugged close to her chest so she could scoop whatever she could into it and run.

Hopefully it wouldn't trigger the bombs.

Upon reaching the stockpile she grabbed the first thing she saw, a shotgun. She only knew it was a shotgun because of video games. But it looked like the same kind that the police had strapped to their legs when they wanted to feel tough.

She tugged it from the pile and never saw Max coming up behind her.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna was just behind her, because Sandy was right Pruna wasn't as fast, she was smaller and though she was stronger she wasn't used to running great distances. Just enough to hide or climb, to not get caught.

Pruna didn't know the difference between any of the guns were, so she was trusting Sandy to grab good ones, she was just here incase the girl needed any help.

She did see X5-452, and moved hoping she could get to her before the girl got to Sandy.

[designatedfreak]

Max was limited to human speed, but that didn't mean she was slow. Her hand grabbed the shotgun at the same instant Sandy grabbed for the weapon. She threw her weight to the side in an effort to dislodge the other girl while pulling out her larger knife. Perhaps a small part of her felt a little guilty that she'd be willing to kill the other over a shotgun, but that guilt was drowned out by the knowledge this could be the only thing that keeps her and Courfeyrac alive.

Her knife swings at Sandy's arm. It won't kill the girl, but it will hurt and, hopefully, chase her off.

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[whoseesbynight]

Nepeta doesn't know what sort of "something special" will be revealed to them. Especially when she's seen enough of the arenas to know that when they say something is being distributed there usually some amount of danger involved. But she's used to that much, at least. And given that there might actually be something of use, she figures that she may as well brave whatever is certainly going to be forthcoming.

She's off and running as soon as the elevators are open. She doesn't know how to really use most of the weapons, but after three arenas and Sgrub besides, she isn't going to leave anything to chance. Everyone here is going to be going for the same thing, and she's probably going to have to fight for any chance at coming out with something.

And fight she means to, should anyone get in her way.

'lo! Hope you don't mind new CR <3

[silberfuchs]

Albert doesn't intend to get in the way but he doesn't much have the emotional faculties to intend anything just at present. Jet is dead. Murdered. Entrails staining the second floor hall just in front of one of the dioramas and Albert's mind keeps fading back to that little smile he'd been given, the innocent little smile as blood flecked his lips and the light faded from his eyes. That gentle, loving smile to show he was glad to see Albert. He was glad he didn't have to die alone.

And Albert has no idea who did it.

So while he doesn't intend to get in the way at this point - the broad German barely taking any kind of cover as he makes mechanical strides towards the now-open elevator - he doesn't really seem much aware of anything other than making a b-line for something nice and explosive, completely missing the gray alien streaking towards the elevator to his right.

If they're all going to die anyway, he may as well take as many as he can out with him.

I don't mind at all!

[whoseesbynight]

Everyone is dying. It's the point of the arenas. To find out who has the best capability to survive, and who can deal with not only their fellow Tributes, but also the trials and tribulations that are inherent to the Arena. This is just another of those, and while Albert isn't paying a lot of attention to who else is there, Nepeta is.

It comes of having grown up on a planet where avoiding murder is a necessary life skill.

Still, while she is watching what he's making a beeline for, she's heading for something else. On the other hand, there's absolutely nothing saying she can't thin the competition out a little, and it takes no time at all to change her course to intercept his path to the elevators and if he's not ready to deal with an alien who's more than ready to kill him if she must, that's certainly not her problem.

Re: OTA

[hit_girl_mindy]

It looks like the two of them would be getting to each other soon. Mindy readied her knife. This was gonna be a fight, all right.

"Move," she said, voice low but devoid of fear. The girl wasn't...quite a girl, after all, was she?

[whoseesbynight]

It most certainly was. There was hardly enough weaponry to go around, and Nepeta had been looking for somewhere to properly test her makeshift clawgloves besides. If she managed to actually kill someone with them, so much the better, and so it perhaps came as no surprise that she scarcely even blinked at the demand.

"No. I'm not moving beclaws someone asks."

for Armin and Sandy

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna was covered in blood, and as far as she could tell most of it wasn't hers. A lot of it was Sandy's though and that made her angry, as angry as she could be in the emptiness. She had to get them out of here so she could look at her friends arm properly. So she was half dragging Sandy, ignoring her own injuries for now, deep in the emptiness, put aside until another time.

"You do still be breathing right?" She checked, Sandy better not die. Pruna would be mad if Sandy died.

Re: for Armin and Sandy

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy felt lightheaded, and that helped keep her moving as she starred hard at the stump where her arm used to be. Her vision was impaired by the simple wooden mask she wore but it kept her skin stone and that kept her from bleeding out.

What was that? Oh right breathing! She sucked in some air through her teeth and felt a stabbing pain from the arm she no longer had. How was that even possible?

"W-we gotta hurry..." she spoke softer then she intended to. "I dunno how much time this mask has..." And once her powers went away how much time would she have left?

She had to keep moving. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Pruna couldn't protect them both in this chaos. Any stray bullet could be the end of both of them if Sandy kept slowing them down.

Re: for Armin and Sandy

[clarityinchaos]

He had no idea why he'd even tried. He was in the right place at the right time, and he made a run for it. Even he could make a decent enough showing with a rifle or a pistol. They didn't require any strength to handle, usually.

But the others were faster. And bedlam had broken out. He was so busy watching behind him that he didn't see what was in front of him as he scrambled away from the slaughterhouse conditions.

So that crash into the girls was an entirely genuine mistake, and was in no way an attempt to catch Pruna at a vulnerable moment and take her weapon. But there was no way for her to know the difference.

for Lindsey and then OTA

[retrieverchef]

Eliot gave his brother a look. "You wait here," he said quietly. "I can get there and back easier if I'm not worryin' about ya."

He looked back to the elevator with a sigh. This was probably going to be another bloodbath. "I need ta know you're safe, Linds."

For Nepeta then open

[tis_allgood]

Cuthbert sees what he thinks are Nepeta's horns over the melee that ensues when everyone gets to the weapons. But before he can do anything else, he sees what is unmistakably the barrel of a gun and he can't think of anything but getting to it.

He's only lucky because he's quick and so focused on his goal that he basically doesn't see or acknowledge anything else. It's been so long since he had his hands on a gun he doesn't even quite believe what he's seeing. It's even better in his hand, and he can't wait to load it.

It's not until he has his prize and sees how important it's about to be to flee the scene that he remembers Nepeta and turns back again. Everything is chaos around him but he manages to find her, of course by then, it's too late.

[whoseesbynight]

Too late by half. She might be a might huntress, but even she sometimes ends up taking on something that's a little be more than she can handle. This is - or was - one of those times, and although she's managed to escape the crush of people it's pretty clear that her chances of success are not very high after this. She's too badly injured, and even if trolls can lose more blood than humans can and still be relatively okay, the extent of her wounds (most of which seem to be knife wounds) are pretty clear not the kind that there's going to be much coming back from.

Still, she manages a smile at Cuthbert as he approaches, even if it is one that seems to be almost apologetic.

[tis_allgood]

"Oh Gan, what happened?" He has the gun in one hand still, but he reaches out to her with the other one, intending to help her away from the worst of it. He wants to see the extent of her injuries, but it's hard to tell when he's not used to the strange color of her blood. As far as he knows it's either far better or far worse than he expects.

When he gets her out of immediate danger he does his best to examine her wounds. He talks to her quietly about what he's doing, trying to keep her attention on him. "I just want to see how deep these go, tell me if the pain is too much. Fuck. It's okay. I've been looking for you, I'm so sorry I was late." He keeps babbling like that as he starts putting pressure on the worse wounds.

[dividedgirlofmine]

Susannah's chair is a bit lighter than it's been for a while. Most of their little group's supplies, save the weapons, are being guarded in their hiding spot upstairs. She and Cuthbert came down early, not wanting to chance having to take the stairs and have Bert exhausted from carrying her.

When the elevator doors open she pushes forward with her chair fast, although she has a sneaking suspicion that people with working legs might get the best of the weaponry.

For John Watson

[acroodawakening]

They were weapons, Guy had figured out that much. He wasn't sure what kind of weapons they were but if everyone was trying to get them they were clearly very good weapons and good weapons were a good thing to have.

He didn't want to have to kill anyone and that meant something powerful would be good for scaring them off or having a little more control over how he injured them, and if he did have to kill someone, he wanted it to be fast. Maybe these would be better about that than a spear.

Of course, there was the crowd to contend with. This was Guy's first arena where he'd had to deal with it since he'd missed the Cornucopia run of his first arena. The seething mass of fighting people was just as intimidating this time than it had been several weeks before, in the basement, and just like before, Guy couldn't stop himself from looking at it and thinking: What is the point of all this?

And just like before, he jumped in anyway. Survival was survival and whatever these were, maybe they'd help him and the other people he'd come to care about survive. The longer they all lived the more time they had to convince the audience they should be revived.

So once more into the breach he went, spear in hand, mostly using it to block blows or try to trip people. Only right when he was near the elevator, an errant elbow to the back of his head sent him sprawling into someone else, his spear held in a way that might make it look like he was trying to kill them.

[drpsychosomatic]

John only had eyes for that gun. Sherlock would be furious with him for risking his life over it, but what did it matter? Joan had died despite their best efforts. Being careful wasn't working-- no, there was no denying it. The gun was John's key to wrenching some kind of victory out of the jaws of defeat. He could almost actually see himself winning, possibly, if he had it. He'd always been an excellent shot, and he could just hole up with Sherlock and-
Well. Hypotheticals had never been his strong suit. He'd work all that out once he had the cool security of the revolver in his hand.

Knife out, he darted through the tangle of tributes- until his path was suddenly blocked by one brandishing a spear. He slashed out in defense, heart pounding- god, but he didn't want to die. He didn't. It never got easier, not even a little bit...