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WEAPONS ROLL RUN
"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.]
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.]
ota
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.
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ota
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.
OTA
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.
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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.
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Well done <3
OTA
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
I don't mind at all!
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Re: OTA
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for Armin and Sandy
"You do still be breathing right?" She checked, Sandy better not die. Pruna would be mad if Sandy died.
Re: for Armin and Sandy
Re: for Armin and Sandy
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Short tag but...well what else she got going on?
Re: Short tag but...well what else she got going on?
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for Lindsey and then OTA
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
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.
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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
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.
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