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.]

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Kenny | OTA

[korosu]

So. It begins.

The youngest of the Tributes can already feel his heart slamming against his ribs as the pedestals rise up, the air of the arena hitting his face and the tacky video game music filling his ears. Since he's not supposed to move yet, Kenny glances around at the others; many of the costumes are recognizable, which is kind of fucking awesome. Some are not, which is strangely intimidating. He, himself, is dressed in a fluffy pink outfit that makes him look rounder than he really is.

And his mouth is already really fucking dry. Reaching down while the seconds tick away, Kenny retrieves the bottle of unknown colourful drink and takes a cautious sip. It's pretty damn good right now, so with a shrug, he chugs down more than half the thing before replacing it and pulling as much of the fuzzy hood over his mouth as he can. Force of habit. Mitten'd hands clenching into fists to quell their shaking, he struggles to contain himself through those final few seconds, and then the ring of the gong is practically deafening.

Kenny doesn't even look at the others now as he bolts forward, diving onto the first platform and then the next. All those times he couldn't afford any clothes besides his parka for gym class, and the fact that he's so small and skinny under the thick coat he's wearing now, nicely work to his advantage. The third jump isn't so fortunate, however, the platform tipping beneath him and almost sending him falling right into the pit below as he grabs onto the edge with a muffled squeal. There's a whole lot of bullshit going on under those bricks. He can hear it, and see the way a couple other Tributes have already been totally ripped apart. There is no way he's going out like that. Fuck that shit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." The kid manages to haul himself up, but the rest of the pit looks just about as promising ...


[OOC: Already got his actual death plotted out, but hit him with your best shot! >D Or take pity on him. Whatever.]

[unjoined]

Footwork means a lot in bending and she's just agile enough to keep herself safe for now. Still, in the short time that's passed, her outfit hasn't had so easy a time. Which might be her fault. The bouncy, pink dress that Korra had been put into is already torn a bit and she'd ditched her red heels for convenience.

All the better, as far as she's concerned. These outfits are too weird.

She turns just in time to see a really cozy figure nearly bite it not too far away. She's stunned for a moment before sighing when he pulls himself up. And now she can see who he must be. A little hard with the fuzzy hood but his size is a good hint.

"Kenny, hey!" Carefully and slowly, Korra starts her way across a few platforms, kindly stopping a bit away from him but not too far in case he fell in again. "Good thing I recognized you. ...You okay?"

She looks ahead of them, already getting a feel of what to do from here. She, and anyone with longer legs than him, has an advantage over him on this particular course. It might be pretty tricky for him without some help.

[korosu]

Kenny glances up when he hears his name called, spotting one of... the Mario princesses. More accurately, the (pretty damned attractive) dark-haired girl from his own district, dressed as one of the Mario princesses. Sweet. "Uh-huh!" He's still gripping the edge as he affirms that he is indeed okay, but the platform is unsteady, forcing him to sort of half-jump, half-flop onto another beside it.

He stops for a couple of seconds to catch his breath. The material of this costume is a little heavier than what he's used to wearing, and he's not looking forward to this being a hindrance beyond the pit. One hand's lifted in a cheerful wave toward the girl. "Still okay!" And then when he moves forward in preparation to jump onto the next stepping stone, the whole thing cracks and gives way right underneath him.

God, not again...! This time both his legs smack against the sea beneath him, one of the sharper cubes cutting into a calf and making him yelp-- mostly from surprise. There's a giant fucking vacuum underneath him and that immediately explains why the fallen had been torn up so quickly. He clutches desperately at the remnants of rock to try and haul himself up onto his elbows, already picturing what it'd be like once the lower half of his body disappears under those stupid deceptively-squishy cubes with whatever horrors lurk below. Kenny grimaces slightly, willing himself not to scream like a little pansy the way he really wants to, wide eyes darting frantically in search of Korra. The lurch in his stomach tells him that he's afraid she figured he was fine on his own and already moved on, even if he doesn't exactly want to admit it.

[unjoined]

No, Kenny isn't so unlucky to get rid of Korra after she'd just found him. She isn't sure when she'd decided to stick around but as far as she's concerned, until he looks like he can handle it, she'll keep an eye out for him. He's in her District, whatever that means, and he's the youngest after all. She's got no reason not to hang around.

And good thing she did.

A few quick steps and maneuvering and Korra is there, crouching on the platform closest to him. The footwork might have looked neat to some but half of it was muscle memory (airbending, man) and the adrenaline to get to him fast. Her concern is written all over her face.

"Uhhh- don't panic!" She's leaning almost precariously forward and reaching out, making a grab for whatever part of him she can reach. "Just grab onto me and I'll pull!"

The pulling shouldn't be too hard; she's strong. But only if she can get a hold of him.

[korosu]

Yeah, forget trying to look cool, this fucking sucks. He's not going to get devoured after he's barely even set foot into this thing! Fuck that!

With a muffled whine, Kenny aims a look down into the blocks at his feet, as if he could somehow see past them. Then he realizes he probably doesn't want to actually see what's down there. Something makes a weird chittering noise and brushes against his foot, making him yelp and sort of halfway throw himself forward and up in the direction of the broken platform. Korra's got a hand outstretched to him, and he reaches frantically for it, a mitten-covered hand clasping tight around her fingers before shuffling around for her palm.

He's rather light, at least. But then the creature below chomps down on Kenny's foot at the same time he grabs hold of the offered help. It startles him more than actually hurts, at least for the time being, but it pulls out one of the very screams he'd been trying to stifle all the same. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!"