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thearena2014-07-23 09:43 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-07-23 09:43 pm
Mini Arena 2
Tributes are woken early, and the hovercraft ride is a long one. Not the longest some have experienced, but they are clearly going far.
25 - 24 - 23
They land on the deck of the boat, and are ushered underneath, to the lower levels, quickly. Their stylists go from cabin to cabin, decking them out in over the top finery, before loading them into the pods installed into the corners of the rooms.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
The platforms lift them up, and they are all ringed around a grand buffet table, loaded with a grand feast looking ready to sag down from the weight. Among the food are supplies, plenty of them, all for the taking.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.
5 - 4
3
2
The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.
25 - 24 - 23
They land on the deck of the boat, and are ushered underneath, to the lower levels, quickly. Their stylists go from cabin to cabin, decking them out in over the top finery, before loading them into the pods installed into the corners of the rooms.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
The platforms lift them up, and they are all ringed around a grand buffet table, loaded with a grand feast looking ready to sag down from the weight. Among the food are supplies, plenty of them, all for the taking.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.
5 - 4
3
2
The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.
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"They've heard...oh. I-I could see drowning as a problem." A big problem. "Taking off the dress would help." Because sure, there's nothing strange about suggesting a pretty young woman take off her clothes when you're an older man with a knife. Not at all.
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"Here ?" She looks around. TheCapitol is going to love this - especially since, given the dress, it's not like she's wearing much underwear. But, if it's what it takes for this man to save her, she'll do it.
"Are... Are you sure we shall have time, Sir? Can 't- God, I can swear to come by your chambers after all of this. Please!"
But she begins to strip obediently, refusing to get too upset about it. It's happened before and it shall happen again. At least this man knows what he wants, and hasn't she wanted that. Just - oh, if only when she weren't dressed as a lady.
"Please - make it quick now and show me a way out and I shall be truly kind later."
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Well, it was all he was thinking, until she started doing it. Complication he hadn't thought of: pretty girl, naked. And talking like that. His face flushes, so red he can feel the heat of it, as he strips off the jacket of his tuxedo, moving to throw it around her shoulders. "I-I-I didn't mean, uh, that. Though, I mean, of course you're qu-quite attractive but I'm happily...uh, this isn't the time."
Give him a trauma victim, and he's fine. Naked woman? Stuttering mess.
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She closes her eyes tight when she realises that she's misinterpreted a man once again, and she crosses her legs to hide her underwear and clutches his jacket about her.
"Then WHY? Sir, WHY have you asked me? GOD! God, and they use their cameras and everybody can see - do you do it on purpose? You do it on purpose, don't you, so that everyone can laugh at grotty, nasty Eponine? I KNOW your game, Sir, and I shan't have it. I will NOT be laughed at again."
She becomes more and more angry as she speaks. She opens her eyes and the blush that had risen up to her cheeks fades to just the areas around the deep dimples in her cheeks that always seemed to come when she was cross.
Eponine reaches behind her, for one of the knives and brandishes it at the Doctor.
"Don't fill me with your lies. I know your game and I HATE it for you. I HATE that you laugh at me and stutter your lies. I'm not having it again! GET AWAY FROM ME, SIR."
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As for game, alas, he has precisely zero, in any sense. "Miss, uh, please. I wasn't trying to, er, I wasn't laughing at you. I wouldn't." She's young enough to be his daughter, for Christ's sake. "I was just, the fabric--whoa."
Whoa, because that sure is a knife. He's just going to step back away from the paternal hug he'd been contemplating. "I was trying to help. Please." Please don't stab him?
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No longer worrying too much about the rising water levels, or the fact that she was near enough naked, she launched herself at Dennett, aiming for the man's face.
"I am SICK of being bad and mad and sad and laughed at by everybody. I shan't let you shame me no more. i SHAN'T BE! I am PROUD of who I am, you hear me? PROUD of it all." If only she believed her own shouts. She tried to attack Dennett, jabbing wildly with her knife in a stabbing motion. She's not aiming to kill, but she's aiming to hurt. If he's going to make people laugh at her, then he is going to pay with pain. She's not taking it any more. She's fighting back, for better or for worse.
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Ouch. Damn. The blade cuts into his forearm, through the thin sleeve of his shirt, which blossoms red. Part of his brain is cataloging the tendons damaged, the bloodloss, the locations of essential arteries.
He's...not fighting back, per se, his free hand letting go of her to clutch at his injured arm, sort of flailing away from her, cold water splashing up around him as his feet stumble back.
OH MY GOSH - I AM SO SORRY!!! I completely lost this tag!!! I was waiting on you all this time!
"Sir - Sir, I am sorry -" But she realises that her words sound ridiculous after all her shouting and screaming.
"Sir - we have to go - come! Shall we go? Where can we go? I can't leave you to die however awful you are."
She slips her arms properly through his coat and ties her dress about her waist to try to keep her jacket closed.
"COME ON! I cannot swim! Oh, and it's so cold!"
i have done this too so I totally understand!
Maybe not stabbed, though. That was still a little extreme. He was still staring at the injury, the blood mixing with that sudden cold nervous sweat of shock, as she starts talking.
"I...I'm not awful." Way to fixate, there, Dennett. He looks at her, hand nervously kneading the injury. "You can float. I mean...I mean, there has to be something around here. A cushion, or something." He remembers learning something about tying pants into a life floatation device but he really thinks that taking his pants off right now, in the circumstances, would be, erm, ill-advised.
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"You jest me, Sir. You jest -" She screams as the water creeps higher. Eponine is genuinely scared of the water - it brings back too many unhappy memories for her. And now this man is protesting her accusations and fussing about soft furnishings. She looks at him in utter disgust.
"Oh, go away, Sir. You are of no help in the slightest."
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"I mean flotation! The pillow, it might float. If you can't swim." Or, maybe you could shove it in the mouth of a shark or something? He's still new to this whole 'improvising' thing.
Still, even he has realized when he's irrevocably messed something up. "Please, Miss. I'm...sorry. I'll. I'll let you go." There's some vague black curiosity if he could actually make this worse, but he's got a feeling he doesn't want to know. And besides, he's got a blood-dripping wound to tend to.
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