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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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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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