thearena | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Who| Edward Nygma, OPEN
What| Catch-all for the week: New Arrival, Zombies, Death (?)
Where| Different Locations around the arena
When| Sort of across the whole week, specific time frames to specific scenarios
Warnings/Notes| Zombie of Eddie's father (references to child abuse), Eddie Is Annoying, Possible Snark Alert, Possible Death Alert (OPEN Death Trap scenario, will seek someone for Riddler's death and discuss scenario).

⟨ Scenarios will be arranged in chronological order for Week Five in the comments. If additional threads are added that fall between other events, it will be noted in the title of the top thread comment. ⟩

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Well, at least she catches on quick. There may be hope yet for you, Anna!

He shakes his head, actually taking a moment to divert his attention, eyes sweeping the area around them. Not that the fog really helps but even shadows or light would be things to be aware of in this situation.

"Do you have any skills?" Should she stick around, he hopes at least that she can be useful in some way.

Anna looks around nervously, shivering a little. "Well...I can run. Fast. And I can throw a killer right hook."

It's not much, but it's a blessing considering she could have been brought up a weak little royal instead of the healthy, energetic thing she is. She crosses her arms, peering into the fog. Were those footsteps, or something rattling in the wind?

"So, you know, if you need someone punched off a ship, I'm your girl."

"Good to know." Whatever she hears, he hears it too, and he's not inclined to hang around and find out what it might be. "Shelter, for now, is probably a wise idea."

Unless, you know, wherever they went happened to be the home of a humanoid horror or fleshless dog, but it's not like he knew to account for those sort of circumstances this early on in the game.

So, with that, he's pointing himself in a direction where the air seems clearer. While the benefit of fog was that predators couldn't see you, it also went both ways. Sight meant preparedness at least, a quality he certainly preferred.

"You're probably right," Anna murmurs, and gladly follows after. She tries her hardest to keep her footsteps quiet, but the leaves beneath her feet are crunchy, making it a lot more difficult. She has to resist the urge to cling to Hans's mirror image ahead of her; scared as she is, that won't help anyone.

But after a moment, she can't resist but to ask a question, quietly enough that it won't echo in the unseen space around them.

"Do you...have any idea what's happening? Why we're here all of a sudden?"

He runs through what he knows. What he had been told in the space that he'd woken up behind the scenes to being raised up into the arena. All of that information totals up into one simple word, which is the only thing that passes from his lips in response.

"Schadenfreude."

Perhaps both God (if there was one, or many, or whatever other values of belief were out there) and the people this arena had been staged for simply wanted to laugh at the misery of those that had been brought here. He hopes he doesn't have to define it for her, but is prepared to should she ask.

Edited 2014-08-06 06:08 (UTC)

"Oh."

She seems to take that answer at face value, and she's well-read enough that she has a vague idea of what that means. So she lets that sit for a long moment, before she can't help but ask.

"...How do you mean, exact--"

Her question is cut off as she slips of a patch of wet grass and goes down hard with a squeak. She gasps in pain as her bottom meets hard ground, sitting stunned for a moment before scrabbling to get back up again.

How clumsy is this girl and when will it end?

Well, at least if something does attack them from the fog, she'd be good enough bait that he could make a run for his own safety. However, should he run into her again, that wouldn't be wise. Unless there was a way that he could make it look accidental...

Hm.

This time, instead of simply laughing at her, he turns a step back and hooks a hand under her arm to help steady her back onto her feet. It lingers, just in case he needs to have a hand on her. "We were brought here to entertain others with our misfortunes. They want to watch us fail, then die."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only