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]

Rematch, he asks. Like this is some kind of game. There's something about it that rub her the wrong way. Doesn't he realize this isn't fun and games anymore? This is an Arena. People are going to die, and they might not come back.

She forces a smile back at his stupid grin. "Sure. You're on."

She needs one kill. Just one. And if anyone deserves a rude awakening, it's this guy.

[a_minute_younger]

Good. Gary chuckles, mostly to himself. This is still a game to him--insomuch as treating it like the life-or-death situation that it actually is simply would not do. There's no fun to be had with that interpretation. Why accept it, when he can just treat it like another race through a child's bouncy castle with a friendly rival? One of them will win, one of them will lose, and they'll shake hands and tease each other, rinse and repeat. It's far too neat a system for Gary to abandon now.

There's a pause as the countdown continues and they're reminded of the ticket rules. "If you're going to cheat again," he says, raising an eyebrow, "don't hold back this time. Alright?"

[pythianjudgment]

She wants to laugh. He really just does not get it. He is on the starting line of a death race, and he still refuses to see it for what it is. And she's supposed to be the blind one.

Terezi shakes her head, turning her attention back to the course in front of her, as she gets ready to run.

"No worries. I told you before. I don't cheat." She purposely neglects to inform him that in this game, there are no rules and there is no cheating. Anything goes as long as you make it to the end. Which he won't, if she has anything to do with it.