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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.]
Davesprite // ota
... which is rich, coming from a guy who was brought up with the funds from a lucrative puppet-porn industry and sprouted orange crow-wings when he had obliterated his own timeline. This is too surreal, and too dream-like. In a way, it's not unlike those weird, half-awake moments he used to have back before Sburb when he would claw his way out of deep sleep and venture out into the hallway of the apartment to take a leak, and Bro would be there to ambush him with cherry bombs and batarangs no matter the given hour. It's like moving in the same sort of hazy fog, moving on the same sort of instinct.
It's that same sort of instinct now. Davesprite keeps himself loose and relaxed as the countdown drones, wings hanging low at his back. Beneath the brim of his green plumber's hat -- it really isn't a surprise that he ended up as Mario's gangly and awkward brother in this charade -- he scans the crowd for any faces he knows and recognizes. Sandy, Dave, the trolls, Gary, Kenny. There's the younger girl, Clementine, that he's seen a few times although he's never talked to her.
The gong sounds, and Davesprite waits.
It's not too long, only a few seconds -- just long enough to let the tidal wave of kids ahead of him, to keep them in his sights before sprinting forward. To anyone -- ie: every asshole watching on camera, likely -- it probably looks like he's waiting for the block pit to take care of the initial wave of kids and reveal the traps and obstacles where they aren't immediately obvious before taking to them himself. What he's really doing is keeping an eye out for any kids in his immediate vicinity that he can dive for, should they take a tumble.
Then he moves.
Davesprite may not have a lick of fat on him, but he is built for speed and agility. Fast, where he may not necessarily be strong. The wings are actually an incredible help. While they can't fly, they do a marvelous fucking job of keeping him balanced as he hops from platform to platform, though they do fan out every once in a while to keep him from tumbling. Here's to hoping it doesn't send someone into the pit.
(Even if they do, he's going to dive in after without a second thought.)