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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[knifewithnoname]

Pruna was still headed towards them when she heard Sandy scream, her eyes narrowed and she sped up, going as fast as she could and jumping towards X5-452, trying to tackle her away from Sandy.

"Be leaving her alone!"

[designatedfreak]

Max has to twist to stay out of Pruna's way, and that causes the knife to twist as well. She has to let go of the weapon and knife, but as she rolls away her hand reaches for Sandy's crowbar.

"Then train her better!" That tiny feeling of guilt tries to rear its ugly head again, but Max wills it down with the reminder that Courfeyrac will likely need as much help surviving as Sandy needs. And a shotgun is something Max knows how to use.

[justoutrunyou]

The twisting of the knife finally got Sandy to drop the gun and fall to her knees with a scream. Clutching at her bleeding arm she couldn't bring herself to look at the knife. The pain was enough that she was sure it had stuck into the bone.

When she fell to her knees though one of the masks fell out of her back. Maybe if she was in stone form the pain wouldn't be so bad?

Unaware that Max has her crowbar, unaware of anything but the pain in her arm and the mask Sandy snatches it up and puts it on, desperate for an end to the burning. As her body shifts to solid stone a clear crack can be seen where the knife had gone in. The pain was dulled and that left Sandy panting on the ground.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna brought her own knife towards Max, trying to push Sandy away with her other hand. "You do be fucking shutting up." She shouted, proud of Sandy for her quick thinking in using the mask.

[designatedfreak]

Max frowned at Pruna's language, but that frown was wiped away when she saw Sandy transform into some sort of Nomalie. It was fascinating and a bit frightening given they were currently fighting over survival. There was no use tugging the rifle away from the girls with Sandy in that form, but there was use in the crowbar that Sandy had once had. Max's fingers curled around the bar and she swiftly brought it across Sandy's stone arm.

The crunch of stone was unmistakable and a part of Max was truly sorry, but not sorry enough to stop her from swinging the crowbar again.

[justoutrunyou]

She didn't even feel it until she saw it.

Her head turned as she felt an explosion of stone and dust spraying her cheek. Her fingers twitched and fell limp before the entire arm slid off, shoulder and all to the floor where it hit the ground hard and cracked into four pieces.

Her scream pierced the air drawing the eyes of several of the other tributes fighting over guns.

She'd never imagined anything could hurt her in stone form, but the jagged rough place where her arm had been smashed from her body felt like it was being stabbed with every beat of her heart.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna reached out to try and grab the crowbar but Max had already started moving and then Sandy's scream pierced the air, loud and shrilling.

It was followed by a gun shot, Pruna, having gotten control of the gun back, had pointed it at Max and pulled the trigger.

The force of it was not something Pruna was prepared for, she flew backwards across the room, crashing into the wall with a crash.

[designatedfreak]

The blast from the gun tore into Max's chest, causing her to fall backwards. She was too shocked to feel pain before what little life remained fell away.

[justoutrunyou]

The gunshot was a muffled thump against the blood rushing in Sandy's ears.

She was curled over clutching at her missing shoulder as she brought her face up to peer through the mask holes in Pruna and Max's direction...except Max was gone and Sandy was confused in her daze.

It didn't matter though did it? Pruna was OK, Pruna would take care of her, she just had to keep hiding the tears under her mask.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna opened her eyes, scrambling to her feet and looking around, disorientated. She picked up the gun and clambered back over to where Sandy was.

"Sandy, be coming on, she do be being dead, she will no be hurting you." She reached out to Sandy's remaining arm to help her. "We do be needing to be moving."

Well done <3

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy nodded in stunned agreement and let Pruna lead her away from the chaos.

Max was dead and she wasn't, and she had a whole lot more living left in her if she was lucky.