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

[anachronologistics]

"Died and went to Heaven, but then God said, hell naw, son, you got some more shit to do, asses to kick, and animatronic puppets to beat the shit out of so they kicked me out and down to this shithole and all I got out of the whole thing was this pair of useless fuckers."

The useless fuckers give a frustrated fluff, just as he turns in the direction from which the sound seems to grow louder. "Let's jam. Something wicked this way comes, and all that bullshit."

He gestures with his head in the opposite direction from where the sound is coming from, but he doesn't make the first move. Dave and Clem should go first.

[shenunigans]

Dave gives Clementine's ear a flick when she keeps asking questions, even once it seems like Davesprite is playing along and she's figuring out that they're in trouble. He gives her shoulder a push, but he steps ahead of her and starts to head forward with tentative feet.

He's pretty much accidentally ordered it so that he's in front, Clem is behind him and Davesprite has their backs, though he gets the feeling that's what Davesprite was angling for when he held back. It isn't that he's leaving him for the dogs, because he's a hundred percent sure that they'll be coming at them from any angle and he doesn't think they have time to bicker about walking order. They just need to move. Fast.

"The finish line can't be that far up from here, can it? Pretty sure we're due to pass Go and collect 200 dollars." He's trying to distract himself as he weaves forward, he swears to god the sound of the animatronics isn't dying even as they're progressing away from their meeting place.

[smarterthanthem]

"Okay, okay! I'm coming." Clementine grumbles when Dave flicks her ear, still sparing an incredulous glance behind her at the other Dave. The only other person she's ever seen with wings is Nill and this guys one's are quite a bit bigger than hers, maybe big enough to actually be functional.

She keeps close to Dave's heels when they walk, close enough she could reach out and hang onto his shirt if she wanted to, almost stepping on his heels. The skin on her face feels raw and itchy, Clem's clenching her hands to avoid scratching it and making things worse. Itchiness is a damn sight better than being melted, anyway.

"I just hope there is a finish line." Clementine mumbles, wincing at the sound of the animatronics continuing behind them. "This is like a nightmare of those kid restaurants my parents took me to."