thearena | Chuck E. Cheese's: where a kid can be a kid.

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Chuck E. Cheese's: where a kid can be a kid.

Who: Ruffnut, OTA, Venus, Sigma
Where: ~~Freddy Fasbear's~~ The Pizza Fire Explosion Arcade and Fun Emporium!!!
When: Near the end of week 2
What: Ruffnut's gonna die, come hang out with her before the inevitable end.
Warnings: Well death, presumably violence, creepy singing robots and rotten moldy anchovies.

The place was noisy and messy and kind of creepy.

It was perfect.

The only way it could be more perfect for Ruffnut was if it was a cold, dark, wet place. But she would take what she could get.

As much as she loved having a couple friends from her world around, Hiccup and Astrid could be impossible to tolerate sometimes. They were all over each other with disgustingly delicate touches and starring into each others eyes. Watching Astrid braid little twists of Hiccups hair made Ruffnut's insides churn with unfamiliar and unpleasant feelings.

Well...maybe not too unfamiliar. It felt alot like jealousy and that baffled her. She'd never been that jealous of Astrid before! Astrid was always stronger, smarter, and faster then Ruffnut. But so long as they were friends it didn't matter because that just meant people didn't expect as much from Ruffnut.

But now? Something had changed. Seeing them together struck Ruffnut in the pit of her stomach and reminded her that she was still alone in a way. They had each other but who did she have?

A ratty looking plush doll she'd modified to look like her brother.

She hadn't figured out where the off switch...if there was one...was for the mechanical singing monsters. So instead she sat in front of the stage in a inflatable pool full of brightly colored balls. the music wasn't really that bad if the machines weren't so creepy.

She had found some cans of anchovies but they were moldy and rotten. This used to never bother the girl with an iron stomach who had grown up eating preserved fish all her life...but Capitol food had spoiled her and now just the smell alone was enough to make her stomach twitch.

So this combined with her dislike of the creepy singing monster machines provided the perfect opportunity for Ruffnut to make a mess and she was flinging cans at the things from her ball pit. The cans would connect with one of the animals and spark before exploding all over the stage in a sizzling mess of little fish and juice. the bolts of electricity burnt the fish beyond recognition and arched along the dripping juices as they ran over the furry bodies of her targets.

The music did not stop, or even hesitate no matter how many cans she threw.

But the stench of burnt fish was better then watching Astrid fawn over Hiccup so Ruffnut made herself comfortable.

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After having her fill of creepy robots and running out of things to throw at them, Ruffnut was exploring the rest of the area, seeking out food or weapons of a sort. Currently she was behind the prize counter studying the bins of plastic arm men, squirt guns, stickers, and plastic fangs. It was a bright and colorful horde of useless crap and she was amazed by it.

So much so she failed to notice she was not alone.

She still doesn't like the arcade, but if she's going to be on the hunt Venus has to cover ground, rather than just staking out a single territory. That means occasional trips back into the blinking guts of the mall, decked with flashing lights and strange sounds as they are. It's all distracting, making it so much more difficult to pick people out, but Venus knows that she's hardly in a position to complain about it. Battlefields aren't always clean and convenient.

Her face is nearly healed now. Her brand is more scar than scab, and no prettier for its transformation. Ugly is as ugly does; she feels rotten to the core, as disfigured in her mind as she is in her body.

She barely stops to make sure the girl she's stalking is old enough to be a damn adult before she slams her hand against a vending machine to get her attention. It's a warning, a declaration of the future that will come at the end of the baseball bat that she hoists up in challenge.

Ruffnut spun around at the sound, her hair fanning out behind her and addressed the incoming threat the only way she knew how.

With a grin.

"Aw is that for me?" her grin was crooked and she adjusted her stance squaring her shoulders.

This was the first time someone had been so direct with her challenge...it was kind of flattering.

If Venus considered Ruffnut an adult, Sigma certainly didn't. He had come to the palour with the purpose of finding a child to kill, as he had already balked in his attempt to murder Nasir - any more failures to prove himself a cold ally of the Capitol would give him away. He had to take an innocent life lest the audience know his weakness; it had been Arenas since he had approached a Tribute of his own accord with the intent of spilling blood.

The animatronics unnerved him, he had come from a time when singing robotic animals were the uncanny product of an age gone by. Sigma had been stalking Ruffnut long enough to hear a few of their songs, sneaking from table to table gradually, when Venus beat him to the punch. The Doctor freezes and presses himself to the ground, hissing angrily. That was his kill! He had risked much of his time and energy to get this far unseen and he wasn't about to have it wasted by a woman whose plots against the Capitol were already known. Why was she even bothering to play, he wondered?

Twisting his crowbar between wiry, metal fingers, Sigma waits for the right opportunity to break them up. Perhaps he could wait until they exhausted themselves before he joined in the brawl, full strength, and overpowered them both.

The smile Venus gives Ruffnut isn't one of anticipation or bloodlust. It's relief. Ruffnut's a fighter too, someone Venus doesn't have to rationalize away tonight when she tries to sleep with the chemicals in her head dragging her through dark water. Good.

"Sure is." There's an honesty to her cockiness, her brazen attitude. There's at least one thing she doesn't doubt her competence in. That it's tainted by the fact that it's brutal and bloody and ruthless doesn't mean that she isn't top-tier at it.

(Somehow, she misses Sigma in the shadows. Maybe she actually does know he's there, and yet chooses to ignore him.)

"You gonna get a weapon or are you just gonna gawk at me?"

She barked out a laugh and thumped her chest.

"I'm a viking. My whole body is a weapon." She declared in a cocky self assured sort of way. Given her record in the arenas it was unfounded. The only people she'd managed to kill up to this point were more or less accidents.

In reality though she had an idea she wanted to try. A heavy can of Yaknog on the back of her belt that would probably hurt pretty bad if she nailed Venus with it.

In a way, Venus is almost glad that Ruffnut is going to make it easy on her. She wants to come up with some taunt about how bones hold up against a metal bat, but she realizes, dully, that the audience doesn't care for her anyway, that there's no reason to stoke their excitement with witty one-liners. So she doesn't.

She rushes at Ruffnut, swinging the bat as soon as she gets close enough to take a good shot at Ruff's head.

It did not take long for Sigma to realize that this would be a one-sided fight. Did that child truly believe she could take on this woman unarmed?! Without thinking, Sigma leapt from the shadows, crowbar brandished, sprinting towards Venus. He ducks in front of Ruffnut and holds his weapon above their heads, blocking the strike, absorbing the shock through the whole of his cybernetic arm. The metal groans from the stress and sharp, shooting pain spreads through his shoulder, but he does not buckle.

"That's enough," Sigma growls, pushing back against the bat with all of his strength.

Ruffnut blinked in surprise and stumbled back a few feet before throwing her can of Yaknog at Venus's head.

She did not react well to being told what to do even if she had a look of confusion rather then aggression.

The shock transfers from Sigma's arm up Venus' shoulders, and were she not able to brace in the split second before she hit him, it might completely knock her off balance. As it stands, it shocks her enough that she doesn't avoid the can, and it smacks her in the head. She yells and throws a defensive kick, one that won't hit unless she's rushed, and backs up.

"Do you want to do two on one, Klim?" She brings her hand to her forehead, feeling the superficial cut starting to ooze.

Sigma holds his ground, brandishing the crowbar threateningly. He stands wide to block Ruffnut's body, making it clear that Venus would have to go through him, first.

"I'd rather not waste my time, if that's fair to you," he growls, raising his other, broken hand to display the knifepoint the splinter had become. Bludgeoning or stabbing, Venus could take her pick if she would not back down. "Get out of here. This is your last warning." In over six Arenas he had yet to prove he'd earned his high score, but there was a first time for everything.

Anyone who knew of his reputation would soon mistake this for his paternal instinct to protect the children of the Games. If what he was about to do did not sicken him completely, he might feel smug to betray their expectations.

Ruffnut wasn't sure why this old guy had come to her rescue, but she wasn't about to look a gift yak in the mouth. She grinned delighted.

"You're lucky he showed up or you were gonna get a face full of Viking fury!" she declared proudly.

Totally oblivious to who either of these people were or their motivations as usual.

Venus almost raises her baseball bat, but while she has a deathwish, she's also still a little vain. She'd rather nothing so inglorious as this pair here. She tilts her face upwards, first to meet Sigma's eye and then to show her disdain.

"You can't get up on your high horse about killing when you're one of the people who puts them in games, Klim." She steps back and hoists her bat over her shoulder like a hobo's bindle. "I watch the network too."

And with that, she disappears into the dark, the brand on her face making her look more goblin than human, despite her proud body language.

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