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thearena2014-05-21 05:39 pm
metalicarus) wrote in thearena2014-05-21 05:39 pm
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Jet Link in the Alley with the Lead Pipe
WHO| Jet and Felicity || Jet and Venus
WHAT| Getting on the wrong end of a monster and navigating thick fog leads to running into allies
WHEN| Week 1
WHERE| Arena 10
WARNINGS| Likely violence, cursing and other things, will update as needed.
He'd built up a nice little plan in his head by the time they'd led him to the tubes. He'd find Albert as soon as the countdown finished and they'd do what they could to survive without having to kill anyone. As much as was possible, anyway; he wasn't against self-defense or defense of his partner if it came to that.
Of course, all of that flew out the window when the platforms raised and there was nothing but fog all around. He had pretty good vision, normally, but there wasn't even a vague shadow nearby that would indicate something around him. It made him hesitate, even when the gong sounded to announce the beginning of the games, he remained stationary for one beat, two. Long enough that, later on when he was scavenging for supplies, he would think back and wonder if he'd have had better luck with faster reflexes.
Probably.
As soon as he was off the podium, he was running, intent on finding something to help his chances of survival since the 'cornucopia' had provided him nothing. As long as he kept breathing, he could keep searching for Albert and maybe some of the other people he was coming to perceive as friends.
His search seemed to stretch on forever as his sight fought with it's limits, even as the fog thinned in some areas. But he didn't come up empty-handed this time around. A search through an ally next to what must have once been a business of some sort produced a long metal pipe. It was too long to wield, but the rusted spot near one end proved brittle enough to snap off and make the pipe more manageable. Plus, now he had a bit of a sharp end.
As he turned to leave, a rustling behind him caught his attention, causing him to turn just as a large and ugly as sin bug flew for his face. He yelped and stepped back, swinging the pipe as he did, though it only caught air as it whistled past. The bug turned and Jet got a better look at it, particularly the rather large pincers protruding from it's face.
It lunged for him and Jet swung again, this time a satisfying thud accompanying the jerk of the metal bar as the thing shrieked it's pain. He smirked triumphantly...only to feel his smile slip when that same rustling sounded behind him, louder and in more than one spot. There were more of them.
WHAT| Getting on the wrong end of a monster and navigating thick fog leads to running into allies
WHEN| Week 1
WHERE| Arena 10
WARNINGS| Likely violence, cursing and other things, will update as needed.
He'd built up a nice little plan in his head by the time they'd led him to the tubes. He'd find Albert as soon as the countdown finished and they'd do what they could to survive without having to kill anyone. As much as was possible, anyway; he wasn't against self-defense or defense of his partner if it came to that.
Of course, all of that flew out the window when the platforms raised and there was nothing but fog all around. He had pretty good vision, normally, but there wasn't even a vague shadow nearby that would indicate something around him. It made him hesitate, even when the gong sounded to announce the beginning of the games, he remained stationary for one beat, two. Long enough that, later on when he was scavenging for supplies, he would think back and wonder if he'd have had better luck with faster reflexes.
Probably.
As soon as he was off the podium, he was running, intent on finding something to help his chances of survival since the 'cornucopia' had provided him nothing. As long as he kept breathing, he could keep searching for Albert and maybe some of the other people he was coming to perceive as friends.
His search seemed to stretch on forever as his sight fought with it's limits, even as the fog thinned in some areas. But he didn't come up empty-handed this time around. A search through an ally next to what must have once been a business of some sort produced a long metal pipe. It was too long to wield, but the rusted spot near one end proved brittle enough to snap off and make the pipe more manageable. Plus, now he had a bit of a sharp end.
As he turned to leave, a rustling behind him caught his attention, causing him to turn just as a large and ugly as sin bug flew for his face. He yelped and stepped back, swinging the pipe as he did, though it only caught air as it whistled past. The bug turned and Jet got a better look at it, particularly the rather large pincers protruding from it's face.
It lunged for him and Jet swung again, this time a satisfying thud accompanying the jerk of the metal bar as the thing shrieked it's pain. He smirked triumphantly...only to feel his smile slip when that same rustling sounded behind him, louder and in more than one spot. There were more of them.
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He swiped at a warm spot on his cheek and only came back with a tiny amount of blood, nothing more than a scratch. He was fairly certain there were a few of those from where the damn thing had landed on his back too, but nothing life-threatening.
"I think I preferred the museum." At least there he could see. "Lucky me you were nearby."
He hesitated a moment then nodded in the direction he'd been intending to head. "Heading my way or do you've got somewhere to be?"
They were supposed to be against each other, he'd known that would be the case the moment he realized he cared about Felicity, but the fact remained he did care. He wasn't going to hurt her and if she hurt him...well, he'd probably try to defend himself, but he ultimately wouldn't mind if it was her.
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Jet looked around them, half hoping he'd be wrong and the fog would clear up before their eyes. It didn't.
"This direction seems as good as any, for now at least." He pointed North and began walking, assuming Fee would come along. "Don't suppose you've seen Albert since the gong."
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She had to stagger a bit in order to catch up with her friend, having shorter legs and all. "I have hardly seen a soul. Mostly shadows and eery, horrible noises. I hadn't even actually seen those spiders until just now. How dreadful that those things are scurrying around, just out of view."
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"Spiders? What kind of spiders?"
Not that he was scared or anything, but the bugs that had attacked them had been freakishly huge...what if the spiders were like that too? Spiders weren't supposed to get that big.
His mind oh-so-helpfully supplied the instance he first came across a tarantula in real life and how he'd nearly shrieked and hid behind Albert as though the thing had come after him directly.
It had just surprised him, that's all.
"How-um-how big are they?"
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"Large spiders. Hairy ones. With two dozen eyes and countless legs. They are larger than I am, and four times as ferocious. Oh, Jet, they're dreadfully nasty. I think I should faint if I saw another one."
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"Bull. You're just tryin' to get a rise outta me."
He huffed and crossed his arms...and maybe took a small glance around...just to make sure there were no giant spiders running around.
You could never be too careful.
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