thearena | Still alive and getting weary...

Who| Cindy and YOU (also Cindy and Asha / Cindy and Peggy)
What| Getting into trouble, helping people out, getting into pacts, killing Doki.
Where| Arena 1 (Candyland). Around the Toffee Tumble Falls, and the Cornucopia.
When| During Week Six
Warnings/Notes| Violence, blood, standard arena warnings. Action/Prose welcome!

She'd been in the arena for six weeks. Six glorious weeks of non-stop sugar, singing, and the world just going mad. There were several times that Cindy almost decided to get out of this arena herself, but she figured that she wasn't that desperate. She could outlast everyone else. She could. But she didn't want to. There were others she'd like to see win this one.

But that didn't mean she was looking for a way out. No, definitely not. She'd lost too many people so far. Harley, dying in her arms. Poor Shion, the kid she'd told that she would protect, dead within that first fifteen minutes or so. Topher had died after she'd partnered with him, and she was still upset about that. Poor Brains. And Holiday. Cindy had nothing to do with the actual killing, but they still shouldn't have happened. If she'd been around when she needed to be.

Cindy had been close to tears, but no more. Now, right now, she was stationed by the falls. It hampered her from hearing if someone was close by, but it also hampered the singing. So she'd made her choice, as she rested there for a little while.

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[She'd started to venture out from the falls after awhile, circling around a few of the trees and such. She didn't want to be too near the valley, and she was considering heading back to the cornucopia. It was probably picked over so much there was nothing left, but she wanted to know if the dead bodies were still there.

Packing up her gear, she headed out, always keeping the river to her right. Just in case she needed to make some kind of quick escape. Swimming in chocolate didn't sound too appealing, though.]

[She didn't like being near the cornucopia, and she didn't plan to stay there for very long. But it seemed to be the best place to find groups of Doki-Doki, and she'd made it into a sort of hunting grounds for whenever she needed some meat. She was no cook, by any means, and it usually ended up a little blackened (and some turned into a rather tough, nasty jerky that she just needed to live with). But it was still edible.

When she got in view of the horn this time, she thought she could hear a sound there that had nothing to do with the singing. In fact, maybe someone was getting rid of the singing things? That she wouldn't mind getting a part of.]

[Even if the river is strange, churning and thick, an offsetting color and smelling sickly sweet like everything else in this place, it was still a river, and the closest thing she had to water in this demented arena. She hadn't tried drinking from it, assuming it would be polluted and foul, but it was enough to know it was there, and would presumably lead to the sea just the same. Still, she longed for a sight of the actual ocean, churning with foam but still grey, smelling of salt instead of sugar. The idea of it kept her sane, or did the best it could with the nonstop racket.]

[She had taken to singing her own songs instead, to make it more manageable, and if it should happen to intimidate someone, all the better. Even if it drew others to her, the sooner they battled, the sooner she'd be out of here, whether she won or lost. She was halfway through The Bloody Cup when she spotted someone; she leaned against the tree casually, playing with her knife between her fingers.]

...and hold the cup no more. [she finished softly, taking the girl in with a glance. Gear, and one who stayed alive long enough to still hold onto it.] Well met.

[At some point the whole arena just seemed to be one giant, pink, sugary place. Nothing noticeably different, with the trees blending right into the ground. Even the chocolate river seemed to blend in after awhile, the smell adding to the overall sweetness in the air.

This was why, whenever another tribute was nearby, it was a little bit more easy to spot them. It depended on what they were wearing, but you could tell the difference between a tribute and a tree. So when Cindy saw her leaning against a tree? She'd already had her sword out for some time, but now she had a reason for it.]

Having fun? [Calls out.] Not really my thing, with all this sugar.

[Her clothes were simple, and by far better than much of what she had seen women stuck in—she could move around, even if the fabric was cheap and unusual—but there was no denying that she stood out. She preferred it that way, when ‘standing out’ meant wearing the chainmail taken from the Cornucopia. She didn’t bother wearing it beneath the strange costume, not when it could have such an impact on those less armored than she.]

Sugar, is it? [She asks, and the surprise is real—sugar doesn’t come in colors, melted into so many shapes, and the idea of this much sugar existing is laughable, even for a king (or queen, now, as she was).] They’ve a strange idea of what makes a proper battlefield. Sugar, really...

[Cindy was glad not to have been one of the tributes that got stuck in those crazy costumes. Sure, wearing an all black catsuit made her stand out more, but at the same time, she didn't have to worry about a skirt getting in the way.] Oh yeah, tons of sugar. Sugar and chocolate.

[That part gets some confusion at the surprise. How could you not know this was mostly sugar?]

Must be more for the entertainment factor. Like shoving two girls in bikinis into the mud. Someone out there loves to watch that from their cushy chair.

[She doesn't know what chocolate is, either; in any case, she's not keen on trying it, especially not off the word of someone she's just run into in the middle of the arena. Nor does she get the reference, eyeing Cindy like she can't decide if she's mad or not.]

Still, we're to be fighting for their entertainment, and here we are, two girls yet.

[And entertainment meant prizes, and that could mean food-- or better weapons.]

[That's really sad that she doesn't get the reference. And here she was expecting some kind of retort along the lines of 'we aren't wearing bikinis' or something like that. But Cindy had to keep reminding herself that not everyone came from a world like hers.

She'd have to learn more about them when she wasn't getting ready to defend herself.]

Guess we should do what they want to see then, huh? [She smirked.] I mean, we could go our separate ways, if you want. I'm not opposed to that.

Only if they'd be satisfied even without bikinis.

[There it goes. The word is strange to her, and sounds like it might be in a foreign language; she definitely says it like it would be. Still, she smiled back, flipping her dagger in her hand in a casual yet obvious intimidation factor.]

[Her back pack was going to be a problem, she knew that right now. But she didn't dare put it on the ground, either. If she did, this girl could decide not to do anything except grab it and make a run for it. And she wasn't going to lose what little provisions she had left.

Because obviously she wasn't going to die. Her rapier was out, put in an attack position.]

I think they will. [She grinned.] Let me rephrase that. They better be.

[Screw this now. She ran forward, moving fast for someone who might not seem like it, weighted down with a few things. Aimed right for her gut.]

[She grinned in return, a fierce baring of teeth, and shifted her legs slightly further apart-- a habit from fighting on rocking ship decks, steadying her stance and lowering her weight. The Ironborn fought with armor on boats, and for that reason most of the battle was concerned with staying balanced. She was also used to fighting swords with more than just a dagger, but at least she had the chain mail and a weapon at all.]

[She too moved faster than she should have with the bulky mail, stepping into it rather than avoiding it and trying to shove her off balance.]

[This one was going to be a challenge. If only she could get that chain mall off of her, Cindy knew she would have no problem. But that was going to get in the way, making her need to figure out a new plan of attack. But first, defense. The shove managed to get her shoulder, but the tumbling back wasn't that bad, and it was something she could use.

The bag had to be put down. This girl was moving fast with what she was wearing, but Cindy was more vulnerable with the bag on then off. And she knew she could keep up if the girl made a move for it. Cindy slid it fluidly off her shoulders, coming back in with a swipe at her legs this time.]

Still alive and getting weary...

Cindy and Asha - can do prose if you'd like!

Cindy and Peggy - can do prose if you'd like!

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god sorry for the wait!

It's okay! <3

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