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โ™• ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ซ๐”ž แดา“ แด€ส€แด‡ษดแด…แด‡สŸสŸแด‡ ([personal profile] rediscover) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-06-24 01:29 am

01 โ„ (it doesn't have to be a snowman)

Who| Anna ([personal profile] rediscover) and you.
What| The Arendelle princess arrives in the arena and finds out very, very quickly what a brutal thing the Games are.
Where| Various locations around the Arena.
When| Throughout Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Blood, gore, and eventual death :'|



1. The first day // the Orchards

[Immediately upon her arrival into the Arena, Anna fled.

Frightened to death at a kidnapping and subsequent abandonment the trauma of which was already rivalling any previous ordeals, the Princess of Arendelle was too jumpy and scared of certain death around every corner to even consider searching for supplies, running straight through the town green and behind the eerily abandoned town hall building, disappearing between the trees. Here at least there was food, and the trees provided some small shelter. It was lucky that she'd been allowed to run wild for the most part as a child; she had strong legs that allowed her to pull herself up into a cherry tree and nourish herself on the fruit. She could only stay here so long, she knew; she jumped at every rustle of every twig, convinced another tribute or something worse was coming to kill her.]


2. The third day // the Amusement Park

[Thirst had eventually driven Anna out of the Orchard. She explored tentatively, extremely wary, though the silence was more unnerving than any rustling sounds could ever be. She wished that she could hum, or sing, but those were the kind of things that would get her killed. Her first encounter with one of the bugs wasn't pretty; she'd screamed loudly enough to attract plenty of attention and smashed it with a heavy branch she'd adopted as a weapon--though not before it gave her a nasty bite on her thigh. It had made her unreasonably angry for a long time afterward; raging and kicking at creaky wooden stalls and bits of refuse, unable to quell the bitter tide rising inside. She was angry; her life had been perfect, everything had fallen into place with Elsa and Kristoff and Hans had been sent far away from her. And now she had none of it, and all she wanted was her sister. Really, she was too busy being upset to even hear or notice anyone approaching.]

3. The fifth day // the Lakeside [closed to Bro]

[Really, it was shocking that she hadn't been attacked sooner. Her ability to run relatively quickly had saved her twice from the Walkers, and she'd sustained a few bug bites that had only increased her agitation and drained what little energy she had left. Fruit only does so much to sustain a person, and she'd been too frightened by the lurking fish to drink more than a few sips of water. And even then, she'd noticed after gorging herself on apples and peaches that her movements became slow, her body cold and achey.

And that was her downfall.

Anna turned at the sound of one of the mongrel dogs advancing behind her, and her eyes widened in fear as she realized that she couldn't outrun it; not this time. It came at her, growling and snapping its jaws, and she could only scream and make a feeble attempt at lunging out of the way, squeezing her eyes shut. Praying for a quick death.
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[personal profile] plushaeusrumpified 2014-06-27 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The last thing he expected to have to do is babysit a princess in a murder arena. Honestly, what is his life? But his conscience, buried as it may be, couldn't just let her suffer.

But the more time that passes and he watches her, the more he realizes it's futile. The first aid kit doesn't have near enough shit to take care of her, and he's not a miracle worker with his stitches. Eventually it becomes clear that she isn't going to make it, and that she is in fact suffering.]


Well... shit.

[He realizes the best option here is to kill her himself. Why would he just let her suffer, when he can put a stop to it? He lets out a sigh. Whoever sent the first aid is gonna be disappointed.

Sucks to be them.]


Y'all wanted me to play hero, but I ain't hero material. Sorry 'bout it.

[Bro knows that Anna can't really hear him, nor would she even understand what he's talking about. He takes his butcher knife in hand and moves closer to her, trying to figure out the best way to do it. Either way you slice her, she'll feel some sort of pain.

Maybe if he breaks her neck?

Yeah, he thinks that would be good. So he sets the knife down, and moves behind her.

She doesn't seem too alert, so he thinks if he can just lift her up gently, enough so that he can get a good grip on her, then she won't notice. It might just seem like he's shifting her into a comfortable position.

But then he does the opposite, and takes her by the head once she's sat up, and give her head a heavy twist. He can feel the crack of her neck, and that's worse than the sound. Bro grimaces, and lets her body down gently, taking a step back.]


Nothing personal, kid. I tried. Sorry.

[Bro doesn't linger after that, leaving the house quickly. There's a strange heaviness there that he wants to get away from.]