thearena | Arena 1 - Keep On Keeping On

Who| Mickey, OPEN
What| Just trying to survive
Where| Arena 1
When| Middle of Week One
Warnings/Notes| language?

There's a lot of hate in Mickey's life but never has he hated something as strongly as he hated the arena (and the fucking asshole who dressed him as Mickey Mouse was going to fucking die). The candy was fine, he liked sweets. Hell, his diet was mostly junk food and easily made meals, he didn't exactly do health. Everything else though needed to get the fuck out and fast. The colors hurt his eyes and the singing was driving him absolutely fucking crazy and he needed to be on his A-game. This was a death match after all. One that he has hardly contributed to. Sure, he saw plenty of people die, he watched as Ian deteriorated and was helpless to stop it, but he hadn't killed anyone yet.

Mickey has no trouble with violence, thrives off of it really, but usually he gets something out of fighting. There's always the satisfaction of the fight and the feeling of flesh breaking against his knuckles, but to kill someone he usually required something more. Then again, coming out of this alive would be a good enough reward. Maybe. If dying wasn't such a big deal here why did he give a shit? Probably because he was a Milkovich.

Survival was in his blood.

Tact, on the other hand, was not.

"I fucking hate this place!" he snarls as he strikes a tree with one of his glittery pink baseball bats.