Hoist By Your Own Leotard

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Who| Locked to Lyle and Roland
What| Lyle's been building traps. It works out poorly for him.
Where| Floor 3
When| Early week 2
Warnings| Violence and death

The Legion store looked like it had vomited half its contents out onto the walkway in front of it. Lyle had been busy over the course of the last week.

Naturally, not a single one of the nasty-looking traps he'd built would actually kill anyone – shoddy materials and a lack of appropriate tools, he'd explain later (if there was a later, if they didn't just leave him dead with the same care they'd killed Cosmic Boy) – but anyone who stepped into them would come out the other side with a much greater appreciation for paying the sprock attention to where they put their feet.

Most of the clothing in the store had been put to use obscuring the floor to hide leg-hold traps made from jagged plastic (scratch up the legs a bit, but the jaws would break before it did any worse), a liberal scattering of Lightning Lad electrical buzzers (not deadly, just unpleasant to step on), and patches of Friction Girl car wax (slippery and liable to leave you on your ass. There hadn't been a Friction Girl in Lyle's Legion, but he was happy enough to not have Legionnaire-themed personal lubricants that he wasn't going to complain). A Spider-Girl net had been put to good use holding every single Ferro Lad, Blok, and Magnetic Kid figurines overhead for a dead-fall trap (triggering that one would get maybe one or two Bloks, but the judicious application of Magnetic Kids had fused most of the Ferro Lads into something that wasn't falling out without way more work than that). Several other nets had been made into snares so that Lyle could taunt anyone getting trapped in those.

Lyle tucked himself away just inside the store entrance to keep an eye on his traps. He'd need to steer Brainy through the mess when he got back from his supply run, plus he didn't want to miss an opportunity to taunt or chase (see: assist) any other Tributes who stepped into it.

He really ought to find something to do with these Porcupine Pete toys, though...

Comments

[ka_sera_sera]

It's obvious that particular store is lived-in, or at least that it has been, and Roland's steps slow as he nears it. Some of the traps are easy to avoid if you're watchful - which Roland nearly always is - but the piles of clothes make it impossible to see everything.

When one of the leg-hold traps springs he steps back fast enough that it only catches off his shoe, and between that and the very clothes that had hidden it so well, Roland has no idea that it was made of nothing stronger than plastic. He stays where he is for the moment - doesn't want to risk stepping into another trap - and turns, eyes searching. Traps don't necessarily mean whoever set them is here, but it wouldn't be unlikely.


((ooc: I'm not too experienced at playing out action stuff, so if I didn't give him enough to respond to let me know and I can edit.))

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And there's a noise indicating that someone has dropped by to help Lyle maintain his cover as an asshole. Lyle peers out from the cover of the doorway and smiles thinly, glancing between the older Tribute frozen in the middle of the clothing drifts and the Porcupine Pete toy in his hand.

The Porcupine Pete toy with pointy spines. Definitely sharp enough to at least take an eye out -- good thing the torso is an easier target to hit, anyway.

He leans out and hurls the spiny ball at the other Tribute as hard as he can before ducking back into cover, where he can reload.

(Note to self: construct a slingshot. 'Rubber Lad' will do nicely for part of it...)

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland's reaction is remarkable to him simply because it isn't; it's been so long since he's done this, at least in precisely this way, that the ease of it is what feels odd. Not since before Panem, lifetimes ago, has he slipped out his gun, fired, and ducked backward in one movement like this. The cover's bad, just the end of a mostly-empty shelf, so it's not too much of a risk to lean out from it to try and track where the... the toy? Had come from. There's some chance that firing a couple shots near that hiding place will make whoever it is come out, so Roland does, ducking out again to do it.