thearena | Still kickin' in Arena 1

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Still kickin' in Arena 1

Who: Doc Holiday and open
What: Killing doki-dokis, being scary, having one arm, etc. Open to all!
Where: Candy Arena, near or around Milkshake Lake
When: Early Week 4 at anytime
Warnings: possible violence and the other usual stuff

Holiday stayed motionless as the arena was plunged into total darkness again. Disorienting wasn't a good enough word for this. Not only did she not know how long she had been in this place (it felt like eternity) but she also had no handle on a sleeping pattern. The latter might have been a good thing, though... Still, going instantly from bright to dark was really annoying in a place where everything was trying to get the drop on you.

The heavy blood loss and shock was still wearing down on her, but Holiday had been doing considerably better since then. Her left arm was still gone, of course, but she was managing. Honestly, it was luck she was alive. A fight hadn't come her way since the Cornucopia decades ago.

She did make Chris go his separate way, but she had a feeling he didn't go too far. That was fine with her. So long as Holiday wasn't weighing him down, that was fine. Chris had a real chance of winning this one if he could last just a little longer. For now, she was just focusing on getting by. Her gifts of food and water had come at a surprising and thankful twist. Perhaps Jack saw something in her that she didn't. It was enough of a motivation to keep her moving.

Finally, her eyes had adjusted again. Soon enough, the blinding day would be back and it would be another panic attack of who was where, but it wasn't right now. Holiday let out a silent breath and continued to move. Migrating was key.

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That was the point! She'd asked first, and Cindy opted out of answering by asking her her own damn question back to her.

God, she did sometimes love political intrigue when it had nothing to do with it besides some witty banter. She could see how tall the other woman was, and while it wasn't intimidating...

No, still not intimidating. "Good. Because I'm not looking for one either. How can we keep each other to that?"

Can't blame a girl for trying.

Holiday thinks on that question for a moment, then relaxes. "I'm not sure if we really could. Cross me and there'll be consequences." Not really. "But otherwise... I don't mind a truce."

"Truce it is. I don't have anything white, but I'm putting my sword away and coming out." Frankly, Cindy was good with that. If this girl crossed her, there would be consequences, but maybe she could. I don't know. Make a friend.

She put the sword in the makeshift holder she had made with her belt, coming out with her hands in the air, moving forward until they both were in view of each other. Then she put her hands down, but just to her sides, not grabbing at anything.

"So what happened to you?"

A sword. Holiday had one arm and a neon pink throwing star and this girl had a sword. That could have ended really badly. Either way, Holiday put away her weapon as the other woman put away hers.

At the question, Holiday glances over to her stub. "The Cornucopia wasn't exactly in my favor, but I've managed." Other than the missing arm, Holiday was dirty with both candy-grime and blood and since she used most of her outfit as bandages already, there wasn't a whole lot there to protect against the elements. ~~Still made it look classy, though, if messy.~~

"If you're hurt, I can trade some medical know how or some food." Not the water, though. Not yet.

Not just a sword! She's got a pink bat that was hooked onto the back of her backpack, but thankfully she hadn't used it so far on anyone. Just Doki-Doki. And since they smelled blood, she'd been dipping it into the river, so it looked pretty caked in chocolate.

Cindy can't help but wince when she looked at her arm. Or lack of arm. Eugh. For someone so willing to kill, she could get a little squeamish when it came to dealing with the aftermath if it was that large.

"You've been dealing with that since the cornucopia?" Chewing on her lower lip, she glanced down at her leg, where she'd wound a bandage around it. "I could use some better medical know-how." She looked up.

"That bandage doesn't look too good. I've got a mostly unused first aid kit I could help you with," She paused. "I'm Cindy."

Oh, good. She also has a bat.

Holiday shrugged. Pity could probably get her pretty far in this arena, but pride--once again--wouldn't allow her to act any weaker than she absolutely had to be. "You get used to it.

"Doctor Rebecca Holiday," to make sure this Cindy knew she was at least qualified, "and it's a pleasure. Perhaps we could help each other. I've only been using my own dirty clothes for bandages, so I won't say no."

Sure, you got used to it. Cindy would rather lose her life then lose her arm. Or leg. Or anything. She just wasn't the kind of person who would want to live on without something important like that. Because if she lost a limb, she couldn't do what she did now.

And she loved her job. "Looks like it's my lucky day after all," Cindy laughed. "Not everyone gets the benefit of having a doctor help them out." She took one more step forward.

"So, calling a truce, then? No stabbing each other, front or back?"

"If I stabbed you, I doubt I would live through it. Definitely a truce."

Holiday walked closer and sat down her bag and a few dead doki-doki things. Her instincts wanted her to remain suspicious and vigilant, but the rest of her just wasn't up to it right now.

"And I'd feel pretty awful about myself, taking advantage of a woman in your position, so." Cindy shrugged, walking close, and then just sitting on the ground. She'd been put into the arena in heels, and it was hell on your feet. But when she'd tried to go without them, well, that wasn't going to work for awhile, either.

Back and forth with it all. She glanced at the Doki-Doki with interest. "How'd you get those without getting eaten or anything? I've had to run as fast as possible after getting one of them."

Taking advantage? Holiday raised her eyebrow. She couldn't say that wasn't true, but she would at least put up a good fight to anyone who think she would- Okay, it would be a very one-sided fight, but she would try!

Holiday sat as well on the candy grass, pulling her foodstuffs out in front of her. "They swarm pretty quickly, so you have to act quick when killing them. I've found breaking their necks to work wonders. They don't seem to like this river or singing, though." She still shrugged, waving to the rags of her clothes, torn to shreds but little teeth and claws. "It doesn't come with its own price."

Please. She'd have her down in a second, if she had her way. Maybe one side of her down, but while she knew, just by looking at Holiday, that she was a fighter. How else do you survive this long with just one arm?

She pulled her back forward as well, zipping it open and started to lay out what she had. Not all of it. More like, what she wouldn't mind trading, or losing, versus everything. She had a lot of water, some small fruit packets, the rope, the first aid kit, and several doki-doki steaks.

"Right. I haven't seen too many around this part of the arena. Makes sense for that, now. I didn't think about going for the neck. I've just been knifing, and then making a run for it."

"They like the mountains," Holiday explained, eyeing the goodies in front of her. Water. That was a big one.

Holiday had zero water at the moment. Well, she had about half a bottle, but she wasn't keen on showing it off just like Cindy was. However, she did have a healthy amount of food in the forms of bread and doki-doki meat... Those fruit packets looked good, too.

Seeing what Cindy had compared to Holiday's own supplies and well being, it really put into perspective how poorly the doctor was doing this go around. It was a wonder that she was even still alive.

"I've been keeping away from the mountains, so that might be why. I've been getting the ones near the cornucopia... they love those bodies." While she was usually pretty good at not being squeamish, that got to her. And while her words were very matter-of-fact, she couldn't hide the grimace on her face, and the slight wince from it.

Water was something Cindy had plenty of. Really, she'd had moments of preferring to get food from a sponsor, but the water went a long way with it. She didn't keep every bottle she got, because she'd run out of room, but she had kept a few, in a small hope that maybe there was a water source she hadn't encountered, yet.

No such luck. She saw Holiday looking at the water, and in a show of real trust, she took off the cap and carefully handed it over.

"Here. If we're going to help each other, we might as well start now."

The bodies. Holiday frowned. "Are they still in the same place or is it impossible to do anything with them now?"

A few of her friends was over there and Holiday had thought about going back to tend to the dead more than once, but she knew the Cornucopia would be crawling with trouble and she was in no shape to risk it. Yet, something nagged at her. The bodies remaining there made her antsy, even if she had seen the other screens.

The offer of water brought her clear out of her thoughts, though. That was unexpected, but... welcoming. She nodded to Cindy, reaching out for the water. "Take anything you'd like."

"If you want to waste your time and energy with them, then they're still there for you to do something with. Most of their bodies are still left," Cindy shrugged. She had friends down there, sure, but between getting attacked or giving them a proper candy funeral?

"Besides... they're just meat, now. Did any of those screens pop up nearby? I spent some time watching friends in some kind of desert place. It was awful." It really had been. Seeing them, but not knowing where they were? And then doki-doki coming to attack because of the sound?

Nope. Not doing that again. She smiled, leaning forward and taking some of the doki-doki. She hadn't had much meat lately. "Thanks."

"I know. I saw a few of the other screens, too. It just bothers me that the bodies were left. Seems like it should mean something more."

Holiday took another sip of her water and nodded at the thanks to Cindy.

"I hate those screens. They just pop up, and then they turn on, and how are you supposed to hide when you've got a bright, blaring screen in your face?" She took a bite of the meat, giving a little sigh of relief. It had been a long time.

"Last time I went down there, there was... well, I kept my distance. But someone took the time to burn some bodies. Before they could get any worse, I guess, or eaten."

"I watched one for a little while, but I steered clear of the others. They attract too much attention." She took a small sip of the water she had received. Didn't want to waste it, after all.

"That's good to hear. Better than nothing... Still, I'm glad that they aren't... officially dead, you know."

"Yeah, that's what I should have done after two of them popped up." She looked down at her leg with a frown. She didn't make that mistake again, but it had still been made.

"Me too." When she looked up, she gave a crooked smile. "I've held enough hands of dying friends to last a life time, and that was just in a few minutes into this whole thing. So what happened to your arm?"

She paused. "Actually, what happened to you all around? How have you been getting around on your own like this?"

Ah, her arm. Holiday shrugged. "Just got it chopped off at the Cornucopia by someone who wanted the same bag as me. To be expected, I suppose. I've only lasted this long because I got it cauterized by a friend. The rest was my own medical know how.

"Getting around has been... an experience, so to say." She hoped between groups of friends like it was going out of style lately, but Holiday managed just fine on her own, more or less. "How have you been holding up?"

"Right off the bat at the cornucopia, or did you just wander on down there after the whole blood bath was over?" Cindy had to ask. She'd almost lost her pack, but all she'd gotten was a few good bruises and cuts from it. Almost been bitten, but wasn't, so she was good.

"I'm pretty amazed, I'll have you know. If I lost an arm, I probably wouldn't have made it this far." When she looked off to the side, she sighed. "Not too bad. I've had a partner every so often, but they keep dying, and not by my hand. So, mostly alone. Trying not to be seen. You know, doing what I have to, to survive without doing too much."

"Right off the bat," Holiday grumbled. This hasn't been a wonderful arena for her, but she takes the compliment with a nod at least. "Those three doctorates are finally paying off, I say."

Holiday nods again. "I've been alone for the most part, too. Seems better that way."

"Definitely paying off," Cindy laughed to laugh out loud with that. She didn't have three doctorates, but knowing someone who did? What was that saying, the wild was the great equalizer? It was both nice and terrible.

"It does. But it gets lonely. So, if we've got a truce going... maybe we could stick together for a little bit. I'd love someone to talk to besides myself, and a couple of doki-doki."

Holiday smiled at the request. "I would like that. Don't let me hold you back, though. I have a feeling I'm not Victor material this go around."

"Hey, don't talk like that," Cindy smiled. If they were friends, and now allies, she could give a little bit of a pep talk. "You never know. Everyone could get killed a giant, chocolate flood, and so long as you can paddle around with one arm, you're set for winning!"

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