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thearena2014-11-01 08:31 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-11-01 08:31 pm
Mini Arena 3
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.
25 - 24 - 23
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.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
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.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
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.
5 - 4
3
2
The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.
[OOC: Remember, this is forwardated by a week.]
25 - 24 - 23
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.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
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.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
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.
5 - 4
3
2
The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.
[OOC: Remember, this is forwardated by a week.]
open;
All seemed to be going well until some slime dripped from the ceiling and caught her arm, burning it in the process. "Yeeeeeeiiiiih!"
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Duck Hunt?
Goddamn, he's half crow and he doesn't find that really amusing.
He traverses the rope course easily, although his steps become more tentative as he moves closer to her. The wings keep him balanced, but the last thing he wants to do is launch the girl off the current bridge they're standing on like a 400-pound asshole might launch a 40-pound midget off a trampoline.
"Hey--" holy shit what. His wings flare out as more slime spills, catching some in the process. His lips curl back in a grimace, "Oh nasty..." Without thinking, the wings whip, trying to clear the feathers of the slime. It may or may not send more splashing in every direction.
The burn isn't immediate. Then again, he isn't really thinking about himself. He gestures with his head to keep moving. "Come on, up we go."
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"I'm sorry, I... I can't go very fast." She totally needs to work on her upper body strength. The message is loud and clear. If only her own cicada-like wings hadn't been hampered by the Capitol, she could simply fly over the entirety of the course.
Another glob of slime drips down, barely missing her. "Look out! It'll burn you!"
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For now, it looks like the way is clear so he swoops forward to urge her further along.
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"This stuff is disgusting," she says, stepping over a glob that's somehow sitting there stagnant on the rope. "What the heck is it anyway?"
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"What? Oh." Megan puts a few feet between them, and he moves forward easily, keeping his weight on the balls of his feet. "We can ask ourselves that question when it isn't raining down on us like beads at Mardi Gras."
More drips down, landing further up along the bridge with a resounding splat.
i just noticed your account changed XD
"Wait a second. What's that sound? Do you hear it?" Sometimes big elf ears come in handy. Megan narrows her eyes, then has to hop out of the way of a blob of goo.
Ah, yes, it makes much more sense now :D
-- oh. Now he hears it.
It sounds like it's coming from behind them, growing louder and louder. The feathers on his wings bristle, and he looks back over his shoulder.
"Holy shit."
That is most certainly an animatronic rabbit chasing them.
"Cute. Fuckin' dandy--" He spares a glance in Megan's direction.
Running would be smart.
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"Come on!" She cries, reaching back to take Davesprite by the wrist to pull him along and away from that horrible... whatever it was. If only they could fly away! Escaping the evil bunny would be so much easier!
Let's pretend I didn't bork that html up...
(His wings keep him balanced, he just prays she can mostly keep hers.)
The rabbit makes a high-pitched, mechanical snarl and charges toward them.
There's a rope ladder up ahead which leading to the next level, and Davesprite's lips peel back in a strained growl as he twists to practically shove Megan into it.
"Woop," it comes out weirdly casual, although anyone who knows him would know there's a softly-shrill undertone to his voice.
it's all good ;)
"It's gaining on us!" She whimpers, climbing up the rope bit by bit. "Look out! It's gonna get your foot!"
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(he isn't really looking, and it won't even occur to him later that it was probably her ass, if not really damn close to it)
... and gives her another abrupt shove upward.
He's only a moment too late; the rabbit snatches him around one ankle. Davesprite's wings flare and rustle, sending a few orange-gold feathers drifting downward, and he lets out a strange sound that's somewhere between a "Jesus fuck!" and a crow's caw as he twists to try and kick the thing in the face.
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"Oh my God!" Her voice is a high pitched squeal, and as DS kicks at the bunny, Megan reaches down to yank him up by the shoulders. She isn't super strong, but she's confident that she could drag him up with her if she needs to.
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God damn it, he's built for sword-fighting, not kick-boxing.
Megan pulls him up just as he makes a move to bring a second kick to the rabbit's face. At first, it feels like a fumble, but his heel catches against the rabbit's eye and it wheels backward. For a moment, it feels like it might take Davesprite with it, at least until it lets go to clutch its face.
Davesprite throws himself up the ladder to join her. The rabbit howls, and is about to make for the rope before it spots someone else, growls, and goes crashing in another direction.
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With the killer bunny tumbling off toward easier pickin's, the pair are left dangling precariously on the ropes. Megan can barely breathe from all the excitement and horror. She's not even sure she should breathe, considering how close they both came to becoming living carrots.
"Holy crap are you okay? I thought it was gonna eat you! It almost did eat you! Or crush you! Or whatever! What if there are more of those things? Ugh! I know this is meant to be a fight to the death and everything but seriously?! This has to be the weirdest, stupidest thing ever!"
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God forbid there are future generations. Except instead of up a rope ladder, the heroes will just be falling down some stairs. Yeah."Are those things even capable of eating? Nevermind, I don't even want to think about what it would be like being turned into robot shit. Anyway, I'm pretty sure there's more than just one killer rabbit running around..."
His wings bristle as he stares off in the direction that it took off into.
"Wonder where it went..."
What he's not saying is, Who did it go after and should he give enough of a shit to find out.
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"Let's not fuss over that and get the heck out of here." She tries to right herself and still maintain her balance, eyes fixed on the spot where the rabbit disappeared to. "My name's Megan, by the way. Now's a crappy time for introductions, but it'll have to do, I guess."
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Both his hands and his wings make a slight gesturing sort of motion, to urge her forward. He's still watching behind them, as if afraid that turning his head forward will beckon the rabbit back to them. "Davesprite. Keep going, I got your back."
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"Eleven," there's a part of him that wants to add, Skipping the smalltalk and introductory bullshit will get us to the end of this round a lot quicker, but he doesn't. It isn't fair. "You?"
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