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Arena 15: In The Eye Of The Capitol
For the majority of you, this has become a familiar morning routine. Escorts come to pick up their Tributes and Stylists quickly see to setting them up with the bland and thin grey suits, much to most of their dismay. You'll not hear a word said in complaint though. The staff has gotten the threat to them loud and clear. Only the daring will be willing to offer even a mere "good luck". Peacekeepers quickly collect Tributes to send them off into the launch tubes. If you're from the Districts, it may be one of the last things you ever see.
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What everyone rises up to is not much better a sight. It's a war zone out here in every sense. Those native to Panem will recognize the sight before them, having seen it every year in a propaganda tape. The wreckage of District thirteen. The Cornucopia sits at the very center. Offworlders might recognize some of the weapons there, and if not, then they'll certainly be able to spot some familiar scenes far on the outer edges of the arena, perhaps even a beast or two they know well from their worlds.
It's muddy and damp and there's plenty of wreckage to cut one's self upon no matter where it is Tributes run. The Cornucopia tempts the Tributes in for its bloodbath. Districter and Offworlder alike, there will only be one winner.
The gong rings out and a voice announces; “The Arena is now open”. The Tributes are free to make their choice; to run or to fight. The Games have begun.
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By the end of the night, one child from each District will have their face shone up into the sky, the first twelve killed at the Cornucopia. Only twelve to go...
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What everyone rises up to is not much better a sight. It's a war zone out here in every sense. Those native to Panem will recognize the sight before them, having seen it every year in a propaganda tape. The wreckage of District thirteen. The Cornucopia sits at the very center. Offworlders might recognize some of the weapons there, and if not, then they'll certainly be able to spot some familiar scenes far on the outer edges of the arena, perhaps even a beast or two they know well from their worlds.
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It's muddy and damp and there's plenty of wreckage to cut one's self upon no matter where it is Tributes run. The Cornucopia tempts the Tributes in for its bloodbath. Districter and Offworlder alike, there will only be one winner.
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The gong rings out and a voice announces; “The Arena is now open”. The Tributes are free to make their choice; to run or to fight. The Games have begun.
By the end of the night, one child from each District will have their face shone up into the sky, the first twelve killed at the Cornucopia. Only twelve to go...
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"T-there! That scream, you had to hear that didn't you?" She moaned as realization settled like a stone in her gut. The Capitol really truly had her number now didn't they?
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He shook his head before he even felt anything. "I've got no idea what you're talkin' about. You--It's gotta be... whatever it is they call it. Shock or somethin'. You're too banged up to think straight."
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"Sometimes...like...the Capitol makes us see or hear stuff right? Like a trap in the arena that shows you ghosts of loved ones? I think this is like that. I don't know how it's working yet...maybe it's the microchip in my brain. But they're doing it to me if you can't hear them..."
Of course there was the alternative.
"Either that or I'm going crazy...and if I'm going crazy then I guess it's probably been a long time coming." She suddenly felt exhausted. Emotionally, physically and mentally. She hung her head and took a heavy breath letting it out slowly.
"Whatever...who cares...if they aren't hurting me..." She winced as another scream made her tense up.
"If they're not hurting me it's fine right?" She looked up at him again, her eyes pleading for reassurance. Crazy or not she didn't want to die. Not yet. Even if every motion she made hurt like hell.
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Firo had never been to good at telling people what they wanted to hear, even the people he liked. So even as she looked for reassurance, he shook his head and frowned. "Too bad I don't think that's the case here." It seemed pretty plain that it was hurting her.
He moved to put his hand on her less injured shoulder. "Listen... like you said, they do this kinda stuff. So don't jump right to thinkin' you're crazy, okay? Just... just ignore it."
He dropped his gaze guiltily as he said that. He could almost relate to that feeling of going insane; he could always feel the presence of Szilard's memories hanging around in the back of his mind. And how well had ignoring it been going for him? It just meant he'd spent the past four or five years living in fear of losing himself at any moment. But how could he admit to something like that?
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"Right...I can do this. I once drank poisoned water and hallucinated for like...weeks in an arena and still made it...I can...I can ignore the whispering." She agreed, mostly trying to reassure herself along with him.
As if on cue, the sound of the doors being pushed open back in the front of the shop froze her in place. Her eyes darted to him for confirmation that it wasn't more trickery. He had heard that right? That was a real sound?
It was followed by more noises as heavy feet dragged on the tile floor and knocked over a stand full of scented tree shaped air fresheners.
They were not alone.
Would they investigate the sound, or try to escape?
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Firo's head whipped around towards the sound. He looked back to her and nodded--yep, that was real. That, or they were both going bonkers.
He straightened and moved back toward the doorway, pausing long enough to look over his shoulder at her again, "You stay here--I'll go see what it is."
She was already injured; he couldn't just let danger come to her, right?
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Sandy remained in the back obediently, eyes continuing to scan the supplies for a functional weapon. Anything! Giver her a screwdriver, a broken bottle a broomstick she could snap in half.
Turning her gaze back to Firo she waited to see just how much trouble they were in. From the sounds of the shelves being knocked over...it was a lot.
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He'd been in a lot of fights in his short life, but the vast majority of his opponents had been humans. Not a thing like that.
His first instinct was still to fight. It wasn't that big, right? But there was a flicker of doubt in his mind that wouldn't have been there a few years ago. It was one thing to charge ahead when he just had himself to look after, but that wasn't the case now.
Well. He'd just have to see how it went. He looked back at Sandy one more time. "If it gets too close, you run, okay? I think this thing might be dangerous." Then, if nothing got in his way, he stepped back into the room with the beast and waited for it to get closer so he could throw a punch.
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Oh but now he was planning on fighting it? Well she could stop him...or she could take his advice and run. Running sounded like a good idea.
She followed him to the doorway and laid eyes on the creature feeling her heart drop into her knees.
This thing again...except it wasn't a nightmare anymore, this was the real deal!
"Wait no!" But it was too late. The creature was close and Firo's punch sank into it's soft skin causing it to roar in response and try to bite his hand with it's sharklike teeth.
This thing had haunted her throughout every nightmare she'd had in the Capitol. The monsters from her world that she had sacrificed others to save herself from. The fallen angels.
And now Firo was going to be another victim if she didn't figure out how to kill it once and for all. She had some ideas but limited resources and now the thing was sprouting tendrils from it's back!
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He stumbled back, suddenly realizing that Sandy was still nearby. "What're you doing--I told you to leave!"
He sucked in a breath of air. Saying this next part was scarier, in a way, than squaring off against the monster. "You need to go--I don't know how long I can hold off this thing!"
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1. Without super powers they probably couldn't win.
2. It didn't like loud noises.
Limping over to a shelving unit since the beast was now almost entirely focused on Firo, Sandy grunted and threw her good shoulder into the shelves. It hurt and she grunted to that extent but it was enough to send the display crashing over scattering old cans and flimsy metal shelves in a loud angry banging that had the creature roaring in anger.
If Firo could pick up on that maybe they could keep it distracted while they bailed...if not? well at least Sandy was closer to the doors then he was.
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"What the hell did you go and get it mad for?" Sorry, Sandy, Firo hadn't quite grasped the strategy yet. But he did take this as his chance to make his way over toward her, keeping his back to the wall and his eyes on the beast. Whether or not she wanted to leave, he'd made up his mind to shove her out of there if he had to.
[ooc: Sorry for the slowness! Rl's been taking it to me.]
No worries~
The door was close, she continued limping towards it, shoulder aching from attacking the shelving unit, burns throbbing as some cracked and began to bleed all over again.
Thanks!
At least he manages to slip over to her side, reaching for her less injured arm. "Can you run?" Seeing her bleeding and dragging herself along, he kicks himself for not thinking of it earlier. Screaming at her to leave wouldn't do anyone much good if she was too hurt to do just that.
"Come on, I'll carry you if you can't."
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"N-not very far." She groaned clutching at the door handle to keep from falling over. Her leg felt like it was swelling up to twice it's size in pain.
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"Don't try. Come on, I can get you like this."
He wasn't very big, but he could drag around guys twice his size. Sandy would be peanuts compared to that.
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Meanwhile the Beast was tearing up the inside of the shop. A window shattered as an entire display case came flying out crashing into the street.
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Firo knew the creature couldn't be too far behind that shelf. If he could, he tried to lift Sandy up and simply carry her. At least for a short time, it would be easier that way. "Do you know if there's anywhere we can go to shake this thing? Like an alley that's not a dead end? Or anything we can use to bust its head open?"
If they were on the streets of New York, he could've lost the thing no sweat. But this wasn't home, and he hadn't had time to go over every inch of this alien city.
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Another crunch and the screech of twisted metal signaled the beast was free just as they rounded the corner. Wordlessly she pointed to a heavy looking set of metal doors on the ground, propped open leading into a dark hole. Sandy wanted to explain more but she could barely breath at this point the pain was so great.
She wanted to explain that at the bottom there was a dumpster, and if they were lucky it wasn't full of sharp pointy things.
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The choice of whether to try and take on the thing again or go down with her shouldn't even have been on the menu at this point. But he stopped for just a second, wondering if he could be certain enough in his ability to hold the thing back. Certain enough that he could keep it from slipping by him and going after her anyway. ...Which he wasn't.
"Brace yourself, okay?" With no more warning than that, he made to jump down the hatch, pulling her along if she'd let him.
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As much as she wanted to scream, to cry out in pain as she landed on the burnt half of her body she jammed her good fist into her mouth and bit down till she tasted blood. It did the trick and all that squeaked out was a whimper.
A square of light shone down on them from above, dust and grit fell down into the dumpster with them as the beast thundered around above.
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With the light over them, he wondered if the creature would be able to see them. He tried to pull himself over the trash bags to better shield her.
"You okay? Is this thing gonna stay on our tail?"
He tried to shield his eyes from the debris as he looked up, searching for any sign that the thing was coming after them.
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Up in the alley above them the beast let out a roar, and from the sound of crashing metal it was knocking over Trash cans and ripping through a chain link fence in it's efforts to find them...but the sounds were getting further away.
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He exhaled shallowly, not wanting to relish the smell of the garbage. "The hell was that? You'd seen stuff like that before?"
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"The last thing I saw in my world before waking up here, was a monster like that. They were falling out of the sky...like angels. But as soon as they hit the ground I knew we were in trouble. It chased me for blocks...almost got me."
Until she led it into a church full of kids that were slower then she was at least.
"I've had nightmares about it ever since. Sometimes it shows up in the hallucinations the Capitol makes me have, but this is the first time it's been real."
And with that little detail, Sandy's username seems much more dark...
Bingo. She doesn't have to outrun the bear, she just has to outrun the other campers
Smart girl
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