calledmenasir: (Do not call me little)
Nasir ([personal profile] calledmenasir) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-09-02 02:14 pm

Sticks and stones may break my bones

WHO| Nasir and all the people he fights during the week (open)
WHAT| Nasir explores the mall, kicks some ass, and gets his ass kicked
WHEN| Throughout Week 2
WHERE| All over the mall
WARNINGS| Some serious violence, brief mention of past torture

Nasir had not done well during the Arena. His fights had been failures. He had not seen Gannicus since the Cornucopia. And the autobiography of himself had made him burn, not the least of which because he didn't know if the starting chapter was a lie. To make things worse, it taunted him with pictures of better days with Agron.

He was tired. He felt the bruises from his battles here. His muscles were still aching from the torture he'd been through at the hands of the Peacekeepers. He could barely sleep as memories haunted him. Then there was the fear that this was not enough. That they would not return him to life and he would break his promise to Agron. He would fail him and his brother and they would all die for it.
failbender: (ready for a fight)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-09-05 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Zuko was moving fairly silently around the mall as he looked for stores to scavenge for potential weapons and supplies. Some of the others here were not only experienced with other arenas (supposedly - he still really didn't believe people were brought back from the dead) but they'd also already had their pick of what the place had to offer.

As much as he was competent unarmed, he would've been a lot more comfortable with a sword or swords. If he could find something like a jian, he could at least work with it. If he found two blades he could use like his dao, even better. But at this rate, he would settle for long knives if he could find them. It would be better than nothing. All he had at the moment was the blades from the strange bladed ice shoes they'd put him in, tucked at his belt. Good for deflecting blows and maybe causing a little damage but they weren't going to work as well as actual weapons.

Despite his near-silence as he moved, he still had to cross the halls of the mall to get from place to place and that was when he and Nasir both spotted each other at the same time, in front of the sporting goods store. Zuko quickly scanned around to make sure the man was alone - without looking away from him - then locked eyes with him.

Zuko noted that he carried himself with a tension that showed he was ready to spring and probably on the prowl for someone to attack, given how ready those knives were.

"I suggest you walk away," Zuko said imperiously, dropping into a battle-ready stance, taking the two skate blades out of his belt and looping his fingers through the flat bars of them. His voice was commanding, filled with all the forcefulness that came of spending most of his life believing he deserved power and authority and recently even earning the right to it.

He sounded like a man that knew himself enough to know for sure that most wouldn't be able to challenge him and that those who could might be taken down with him anyway.

That tone was a warning.

He was inclined to show mercy under most circumstances and so far, despite all the damage he'd done, he'd managed to never kill before understanding how far he'd fallen. He was especially hesitant to under these circumstances, given they were all trapped here, but he had come to far and had too much to worry about protecting to let someone kill him and if he had to kill first, he was ready to do it.

He needed to survive and he needed to help Aang survive.
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failbender: (challenging)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-09-07 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Zuko dropped as Nasir got close, into a spinning kick meant to knock him off balance. He knew he'd probably jump over or dodge it but that was the point.

He had his eyes on something else - the shop they were right near. It seemed filled with obstacles and equipment he might be able to use in a fight. That was why he'd been looking to see what he could scavenge from it in the first place.
failbender: (fierce)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-09-09 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
He wanted the man to give chase. The sporting good store had plenty he could work with even before he got his hands on a weapon.

As he ran down an aisle, he swiped at a whole display of fishing rods - some with hooks attached - knocking it on Nasir as he passed by.

All he needed to do was impede his way long enough to grab something to use as a weapon and then he'd possibly have the edge.
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[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-09-03 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Appearing much the worse for wear, Sigma was in a sorry state, indeed. His right arm had been charred black and pierced through with metal shrapnel - somehow, he was still able to move it. Following his encounter with Harley, Dr. Klim had changed into a thick woolen jacket to cover his injuries and the burns on his chest. But when he sees Nasir approaching, Sigma reaches over to roll up the sleeve of his left arm - all that peeks out from the hem is a sharp metal stake, sharpened and glistening silver. The gears that operate his functional hand groan, the wires that move his cybernetic skeleton up and down can be seen tensing through damaged flesh. This man is no longer wholly human, and has not been for a very long time, in more than one sense of the word.

Upon hearing the challenge, the Doctor throws back his head and laughs, genuinely amused. Once he is calm, he watches Nasir curiously, a smile on his lips, arms behind his back and standing straight and tall as if he were a figure worthy of respect. "It appears I am being challenged to a duel. Are you certain that is wise, sir?" He wonders if this man is simply bloodthirsty, or if this was about his identity. He remembers the Initiate's warning: you will be hunted. It was about time. "I imagine you have taken some issue over my previous occupation... How unbelievably ignorant."
Edited (left and rights confused sorry about the confusion lol) 2014-09-04 15:04 (UTC)
futilecycle: (My heart taken and)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-09-07 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
So his assumptions were correct. Sigma is still smiling until Nasir takes a slash at him - he jumps back in alarm, raising his cybernetics like a shield around his neck, catching the strike with his upper arms. His left hand may be useless other than for stabbing, but at least there is still strength above the wrist. Knives. Of course this Tribute fought with knives. To have them close to his shoulder and head make Sigma anxious, and it pulls his fight-or-flight response into overdrive. He'd already lost his real arms and eye to knives once and wasn't about to let the same happen to his head.

Prioritizing his neck, when the knife is deflected the tips of the blade sink into the skin of his upper body. Sigma hisses in annoyance, and then charges towards Nasir with rage in his eyes, aiming to punch him in the stomach with all the force his metal right arm can muster.
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futilecycle: (I know it's everybody's sin)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-09-10 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
This would not be a long fight, Sigma realized, if he did not get some distance between them. As adept Sigma was at making games, he was not the most accomplished competitor, and relied heavily on brute force. Experience and speed would wear him down, in time.

If he could stop Nasir from moving, he could turn this battle in his favour. Sigma lowered his splintered arm and willingly took a slice through his jacket and lower neck - the instant he felt Nasir had drawn blood, with all the strength he could summon Sigma slashed horizontally in a half-circle around him, hoping to push Nasir back or to break his guard.

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[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-09-02 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't make rounds anymore; really, Albert only left his and Jet's encampment on the third floor to run for food or some kind of entertainment to keep his fiance sane in his blindness, though that's an uphill battle with Jet seeming more surly and irritable as the arena wears on. He's starting to feel a little helpless, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop trying to lift morale.

A book in hand, food in his bag, and acquired sword at his hip, Albert walks his way back to where he'd left his rope, his way to climb back up without having to go anywhere near the escalators. And who should stumble across his path suddenly but a bedraggled gladiator, arm in a splint and a sheen of sweat betraying the amount of pain the man must be in.

Once, Albert might have been willing to help Nasir. He had some of the first aid supplies from Jet's sponsor left over, but after what the other man had done, the state he'd left Jet in, the German is in no rush for mercy.

In fact, for only the second time in his entire stay in Panem, he'd rather this be an intentional kill.

There's little pause as he drops the book and storms over to the faltering man before him with all the rage of an oncoming thunderstorm. If Nasir doesn't move, Albert will have him by the neck in moments.
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[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-09-02 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have one with you." He doesn't hesitate, just makes a grab for the hand holding the knife, looking to crush Nasir's wrist or otherwise make him drop the blade. He doesn't seem too worried about getting cut, angry as he is, but it's a frigid rage. Whereas many are akin to a bonfire when truly incensed, Albert goes cold, the deep cold that makes breathing painful and covers everything with a metaphoric layer of frost. The cold of deep oceans and no raft in sight. Empty and glacial.

"You blinded my fiance."
silberfuchs: (under fire)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-09-04 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't answer, instead focusing on Nasir. His pupilless eyes glint dully in the artificial light, calculating and deathly calm despite the knife being brandished at him and the superficial cut Nasir had landed on his hand with his swipe. He barely feels it, his rage making him numb in its frozen presence.

He keeps advancing, pulling the sabre from his belt with a scrape of metal. He's not trained with a sword, but the concept is simple; use the pointy end to make the other guy hurt. And he intends to.

There's little warning as Albert lunges forward, still aiming to disarm but much more literally than simply forcing Nasir to drop the knife.

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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-09-07 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Venus has fared nearly as poorly as Gannicus has this Arena. Venus limps around on muscles battered by ill-advised fights, dressed in her PARTICIPANT t-shirt that's been belted and cut up into a sort of tunic. She hasn't done anything but make enemies this Arena, and her sleep is interrupted by the feeling of suffocation right as she's about to go under every time. She's tired, and all the makeup in the mall can't hide the dark circles under her eyes.

Her saving grace is that she knows Kankri is, for the moment, safe. His success is her one goal right now, the beacon of light in her bloody tunnel filled with horrible memories and question marks where there once were friendships.

She's gunning for the high-scored Tributes now. It's the best she can do.

"Nasir," she calls, the same as last time, so that they may repeat the dance they started before even the last Arena, but this time her voice is tired, resigned. Hollowed out. She raises her baseball bat with both hands.
celebrityskinned: (Angry - Go Fight Kill)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-09-10 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Where's your friend?" She lazily swings the bat, flicking her wrist like a cat would flick its tail. She tilts her head, listening for anything over the Sleigh Ride in the background to try and hear if she's going to be tag-teamed again. "Gannicus?"

It's not a fight she's entirely against picking. If she's going to die, she trusts Gannicus and Nasir to do it fast, and she trusts it'll be dramatic. It'll be a good way to go out, a respectable coda to the downhill slide that's been her life lately.

She circles Nasir - he approaches, she sidesteps, keeping him at bay a second longer - and then she swings.
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-09-12 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Venus, for her part, is impassive, nearly an automaton. Nothing that happens here truly matters, only furthering her pitiful agenda, and she can do that practically as well by dying as by killing. She is tired too, but unlike Nasir, she takes the burden of exhaustion and turns it inwards; it quenches her fires while it stokes his.

She lets the bat go unexpectedly quickly, like a lizard shedding its tail or a starfish loosing her limb to a predator. It gives her the flexibility to avoid the knife that zips past her ribs. She twists inwards, ramming her shoulder into Nasir's chest to try and drive them both to the floor.

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