Mini Arena 2

[etcircenses]

Tributes are woken early, and the hovercraft ride is a long one. Not the longest some have experienced, but they are clearly going far.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.

Comments

[biomechatronic]

It probably takes a pretty good grab to get Dennett still, which is a testament to the troll's reflexes, if nothing else, and suddenly the whole shark-killingthing seems a great deal more probable.

For a long moment, even after the screeching of the rat ends in a sudden 'plop' in the water, he can't quite pull himself together, hands clutched over his throat, trying not to hyperventilate. Even if he didn't have a phobia of rats....

He feels some warmth over his fingers, and squeezes his eyes shut. "T-tell me that's not red." Please. LIE TO HIM DAMMIT.

[carnagecarnival]

He can't. He can't lie. He doesn't ever lie, not ever.

He's not going to be able to just wrap a bandage upon this. This ain't just going to be ignorable neither. That's to much blood to just be some thing what was a simple brush.

"Dammit, the fuck did you do that for?" He says first. Shit. The motherfucker saved him. "I TOLD AS YOU TO MOTHERFUCKING-- FUCK!"

He grasps Dennet by the shoulders, guiding or forcing him to sit, whatever gets faster progress. His hands hover by that covered neck wound, not sure what to do. Oh Messiahs he is so fucking tired of trying to help people for it to come to this, he should've just motherfucking culled him to start.

He fires command, "Don't open your eyes. BREATHE. Tell on something what's being good and legit. WHAT ALL TAKES THE MIND OFF." He reaches carefully to pull Dennet's hand just enough away.

[biomechatronic]

People have told Dennett that sometimes his bedside manner was maybe a little...less than optimally comforting. He may have run into someone even worse.

"What I did?" Hello, it was that feral, slavering, revolting, disease ridden RAT! "I was just trying to get that abomination off me!" And doing it...really poorly, by the evidence.

He tries to get some control over his breath but it's hard because is there some bubbling under there? "I'm...perfectly calm." He's also lying, but it's the kind of lie you tell yourself because you want to believe it.

[carnagecarnival]

And in that case he'd be right. His way of helping motherfuckers die was as like to, well, be culling them.

"You'll be fine. PUT ON A GOOD SHOW YOU UP AND DID, THEY'LL LIKE FOR THAT. You'll be made all good as new. MADE ALL AS TO RETURN LIKE NOTHING GOT TO HAPPEN." He hopes. There was a lot of shit what Capitol wouldn't like that Dennet got as to saying.

"It ain't a bad first. KEEP FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKING CALM AND IT'LL BE AS FALLING ASLEEP. He can help, if you is wanting." His hands stop trying to see that wound and rise to hovering on either side. He's good at this, just enough of his highblood's strength to be able to do proper good on the snap of a neck. And then because he guesses the motherfucker deserves some thanks, "YOU MOTHERFUCKING SAVED MY ASS. Got for my debt now."

[biomechatronic]

He's about to retort--as well as he can--that he doesn't care about putting on a good show for these sadists. But the other has a point, and has survived here far better than Dennett has, so he's going to swallow and nod and try not to look entirely pathetic.

He can smell the blood, at this point. He can smell the coppery tang of it even over the saltiness of the waves. He's figuring the blood is that bright red, arterial. Not a good thing. The absolute worst thing.

It was strange--a few minutes ago, he was afraid of the other turning on him, attacking him. And here, he... managed a nod. "Yes. Please. If you could." Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if he accepted it this way.

three comments from fifty, can we drag it for points? :')

[carnagecarnival]

Permission. Aight. Here's to another fucking round of culling ones what he tried to keep alive.

"AIGHT. Won't hurt. PROMISE."

He reaches right around, more up to hold his face, careful with his claws so that shit ain't being to do no damage.

"Sorry," He says, low and quiet, enough so that cameras maybe won't hear. "YOU BEING READY? Can pray if all you's wanting."

I wasn't even keeping track, you are awesome

[biomechatronic]

If he's right, Dennett will come back. And honestly, this was better than sharks. His hands are still on his throat, pathetically protective.

"Just...don't let the rats get me." Sure, he'll be dead, just meat at that point, but he has a horror that is far, far deeper than logic here.

thank you, thank you /bows

[carnagecarnival]

His mouth opens. Then closes. He knows fear. He gets it more all than anybody, even if he ain't got his power here now.

"AIGHT. Sure motherfucking thing." There's only one way what to guarantee the rats won't find for his corpse.

Well, he'll just have to deal with seeing that replay done. Hopefully it ain't worse to him.

He grips Dennet's face and then, just like that, he delivers a sharp twist, snapping the bone and turning it all wronglike. Lights out.

Thank you for this thread, btw!

[biomechatronic]

Dennett knows. And he's not a fan of sharks--if his panicking about them earlier didn't make that clear. But sharks...well. You know what? He wasn't going to think about that, other than the fact that they weren't rats.

Maybe one of them would choke on a bone or something. He can hope.

"Thank you," he says--it's barely a whisper, because he's still not doing that breathing thing that well, because he could taste the blood in his throat now.

It is fast, a little shock of pain almost like a flash of lightning, and then everything went dark, like a light being turned off.

It was great fun c: Dennet is rad. Let us thread again soon. /gore warn

[carnagecarnival]

He waits, a moment or two, just to be sure this motherfucker is gone from here. He hums to himself, small prayer to Messiahs, and then?

Then he tears Dennet's head right free. He's reminded of his beach. When all he tore up the corpses for his Da to find, his old seagoat taking to the corpsemeat. Except maybe the sharks would be a little more motherfucking reliable than his Da was to be.

He tosses Dennet to the water, piece by piece, all the more blood to draw. Too much for him to stay here, if he's to live at least. He goes in search of some new path, making sure to dive under the next bit of flooded ship he sees to wash off the red.