Ken spends the countdown looking over the rest of the tributes (opponents? targets?) trying to memorize faces more than to size them up. But the seconds tick by far too fast and most of the tributes are spaced too far to get a good look at.
Besides, Ken's distracted by the sweeping expanse of the arena. He can't help but frown at the sight of it. Things would be much simpler if this place believed in straight up death matches. Cage matches might not be "in style" here, but given the number of weapons they still wanted to be entertained.
Ken looks over the weapons, gaze traveling over each and sometimes putting a familiar name to a weapon. In contrast, the bags and cans look out of place, as if set out for a hiking trip rather than a blood bath. Ken wonders if they're really expected to survive that long for wilderness survival skills to come into play.
When the canon sounds, he's off his pedestal like a shot, aiming for the closet knife while trying to avoid the rush of the crowd. (It's not his real preference, but close enough.) He doesn't want to kill anyone just yet. He's confident he can take almost anyone unarmed but if someone starts gets a weapon and starts playing for keeps, that's a different story.
He manages to get to river without any confrontation and he runs in straight away. And holy shit, that's cold. He lets out an involuntary yell even as he tries to push the sensation away and focus on the task at hand.
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Besides, Ken's distracted by the sweeping expanse of the arena. He can't help but frown at the sight of it. Things would be much simpler if this place believed in straight up death matches. Cage matches might not be "in style" here, but given the number of weapons they still wanted to be entertained.
Ken looks over the weapons, gaze traveling over each and sometimes putting a familiar name to a weapon. In contrast, the bags and cans look out of place, as if set out for a hiking trip rather than a blood bath. Ken wonders if they're really expected to survive that long for wilderness survival skills to come into play.
When the canon sounds, he's off his pedestal like a shot, aiming for the closet knife while trying to avoid the rush of the crowd. (It's not his real preference, but close enough.) He doesn't want to kill anyone just yet. He's confident he can take almost anyone unarmed but if someone starts gets a weapon and starts playing for keeps, that's a different story.
He manages to get to river without any confrontation and he runs in straight away. And holy shit, that's cold. He lets out an involuntary yell even as he tries to push the sensation away and focus on the task at hand.
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