Mini Arena 3

[etcircenses]

The kids are picked up from the daycare bright and early, but by the Capitol instead of their parents. It's just like old times in the arenas, with only children to contend.

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Stylists are starting to get used to the mini-arenas, though it doesn't mean they've been allowed to dress tributes in whatever they want. All the tributes will be dressed as proxy copy of a respective video game character. All tributes are reminded about the ticket rules for this round.

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The platforms lift them up, and there is no cornucopia to be seen. The only way tributes will be able to help and protect themselves is if they go out of their way to harm another tribute and get the tickets, which will be tallied by their watches. The lights of the games flicker and glow within the dark. Classic video game fight tunes play overhead. Before them lay a great and stretching obstacle course, filled with animatronic enemies and various other hazards.

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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.

[OOC: Remember, this is forwardated by a week.]

Comments

[pythianjudgment]

This level of aggressiveness in some human girl was not anticipated. Terezi lets go of the staff, useless to her at such close quarters. The wooden weapon goes clattering away from the scuffle, rolling slowly to a stop, while Tezeri makes a grab for the girl's wrist. She might be stronger than an average human, but her hands are bare and unequipped to grab at someone wielding live steel.

The blade cuts across one of her palms, leaving a teal gash in its wake before she's able to latch onto Felicity's wrist. It slows her momentum, but doesn't stop the blow--at least not before hitting it's mark.

The blade slides in just below her ribs, metal grinding against bone until the guard hits flesh. The pain is immediate and consuming. Terezi gasps in a breath, only to have it caught in her throat. Her eyes are wide, staring blindly up at Felicity in shock and horror as a single thought sets in: She's going to die. She's going to-- No. No no no.

Her hand clenches around the girl's arm, unable to release her grip for the pain, but she can dig her claws in and bare her teeth. She can still draw blood. There are no holds for an injured animal. She'll claw this girl's face off, if that's what it takes to get her off.

[iphigeneia]

The teal blue blood scares Felicity. Sure, she's heard all about the trolls and their strange customs regarding blood, but to see it in person is another matter entirely. She freezes momentarily, surprised by what she sees, and is only pulled back into the moment when the pain in her arm becomes unbearable.

Shrieking, she lashes out, fight or flight setting in. All Fee wants to do is free herself and run, but she can't with Terezi's claws in her flesh. "Let go! You're dead! Let go of me!"

[pythianjudgment]

As soon as the shrieking and pulling starts, Terezi lets go. She doesn't have the reserve of strength to hold on for too long. She has to be careful. She can't strain herself and rush the blood out of her wound. She has to.. She has to...

Her thoughts spin in a circle, gaining no traction. She has to survive, she has to, she has to, she has to. Her hand goes instead to her wound, clamping her hand over it, and hoping against hope that the screaming means she won't find the knife at her throat instead to finish the job. Words are beyond her amid the pain; but even prone on the ground, Terezi's lip still curls, flashing sharp white teeth at her would-be-murderer.

[iphigeneia]

Those teeth, so jagged and white, so like a wounded animal... it's plenty enough to make Felicity turn tail and run. It's too late for Terezi anyway. The deed is done. No need to stick around and see it through. Too much teal, too much of it everywhere. Hissing and panting, the blonde stumbles backwards and then runs away.