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thearena2013-07-31 10:48 am
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thearena2013-07-31 10:48 am
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Give Me Sugar, Give Me Something Sweet [Open]
Who | Howard and open
What| Howard blows stuff up.
Where| Candy Arena
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| Explosives, descriptions of injuries.
Howard's never been a hunter before. That's been changing lately.
He can feel that the end of the Arena is near; there's no way he could have counted every single Tribute, and he's missed a few cannon-shots while sleeping, but there's been over fifty rounds fired, fifty faces in the sky, and that means that they're closing in on the last handful of Tributes. And he's made it this far. Again.
Hyperion's dead. Howard burned him to death while he slept. Jay and Neffa, significantly more innocent sorts than Hyperion, are also dead, and Howard has fewer excuses for why he murdered them. As such, because it's hard enough to sleep with only two unjustified killings in the back of his head, he's only going after the people who've killed him or tried to kill him now. Alpha, Dr. Grey, Aunamee...
He wonders if he missed their faces in the sky. He saw Orc's, dead before he could find him. The days he spent wandering Candyland looking for an overgrown hunk of gravel were for nothing, and now he can only feverishly hope that Orc's back at the Capitol getting completely hammered. It bothers Howard, to think that Orc will have an Escort now, have Avoxes, have people tending to his every need and giving Howard no real reason to exist in Orc's presence anymore, but he tries to force that thought away with the more impending, imminent fears of the Arena.
"Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone..."
The scratches on his face and the burn on his arm have half-healed and scabbed over, which makes them look no more attractive. The skin around them is tight and shiny, reddened and raw-looking. His eyepatch is battered and loose, although he still wears it almost stubbornly over his blinded right side, if only because he picked it off Wyatt's corpse. His clothing is, at this point, crusty and stiff with dried juices and sugar, and there isn't a single spot on his skin that isn't sporting an unpleasant layer of lint from the sticky coating these Arena provides. His voice, which he's been wearing thin singing to keep the doki-dokis away, is hoarse and muffled.
"Got a bad desire..."
The more crowded this place gets, the less of a chance he'll have of winning. Howard's taken it upon himself to use some of his last rigged-up explosives to try and keep the Arenas split between the desert and the candyland. He trusts Wyatt and R can take care of themselves on the other side, and he'll have an easier time with fewer people to run into, trying to pick people off. The tunnels aren't open, but Howard suspects that soon enough they will be, to keep there from being two Victors isolated from each other by a wall. He doesn't know when the Gamemakers intend to tears the bars inside down, but he'll delay it if he can.
He starts a small fire in one of the Candyland tunnels, crawls out, and then takes a small pouch of sugar and match shavings from his hoodie pocket. Once he's sure he's far enough away, he throws it down to the base of the tunnel and runs. There's a bang, a flash of light, a crack, and a whole shelf of gingerbread and graham cracker slams forward as the passage collapses. Howard observes from a hundred yards away as a section of the mountain seems to sag as the cookie moves to fill the empty space. He hears the doki-dokis approaching, and keeps singing.
"Hmmm mmm mm, I'm on fire."
What| Howard blows stuff up.
Where| Candy Arena
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| Explosives, descriptions of injuries.
Howard's never been a hunter before. That's been changing lately.
He can feel that the end of the Arena is near; there's no way he could have counted every single Tribute, and he's missed a few cannon-shots while sleeping, but there's been over fifty rounds fired, fifty faces in the sky, and that means that they're closing in on the last handful of Tributes. And he's made it this far. Again.
Hyperion's dead. Howard burned him to death while he slept. Jay and Neffa, significantly more innocent sorts than Hyperion, are also dead, and Howard has fewer excuses for why he murdered them. As such, because it's hard enough to sleep with only two unjustified killings in the back of his head, he's only going after the people who've killed him or tried to kill him now. Alpha, Dr. Grey, Aunamee...
He wonders if he missed their faces in the sky. He saw Orc's, dead before he could find him. The days he spent wandering Candyland looking for an overgrown hunk of gravel were for nothing, and now he can only feverishly hope that Orc's back at the Capitol getting completely hammered. It bothers Howard, to think that Orc will have an Escort now, have Avoxes, have people tending to his every need and giving Howard no real reason to exist in Orc's presence anymore, but he tries to force that thought away with the more impending, imminent fears of the Arena.
"Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone..."
The scratches on his face and the burn on his arm have half-healed and scabbed over, which makes them look no more attractive. The skin around them is tight and shiny, reddened and raw-looking. His eyepatch is battered and loose, although he still wears it almost stubbornly over his blinded right side, if only because he picked it off Wyatt's corpse. His clothing is, at this point, crusty and stiff with dried juices and sugar, and there isn't a single spot on his skin that isn't sporting an unpleasant layer of lint from the sticky coating these Arena provides. His voice, which he's been wearing thin singing to keep the doki-dokis away, is hoarse and muffled.
"Got a bad desire..."
The more crowded this place gets, the less of a chance he'll have of winning. Howard's taken it upon himself to use some of his last rigged-up explosives to try and keep the Arenas split between the desert and the candyland. He trusts Wyatt and R can take care of themselves on the other side, and he'll have an easier time with fewer people to run into, trying to pick people off. The tunnels aren't open, but Howard suspects that soon enough they will be, to keep there from being two Victors isolated from each other by a wall. He doesn't know when the Gamemakers intend to tears the bars inside down, but he'll delay it if he can.
He starts a small fire in one of the Candyland tunnels, crawls out, and then takes a small pouch of sugar and match shavings from his hoodie pocket. Once he's sure he's far enough away, he throws it down to the base of the tunnel and runs. There's a bang, a flash of light, a crack, and a whole shelf of gingerbread and graham cracker slams forward as the passage collapses. Howard observes from a hundred yards away as a section of the mountain seems to sag as the cookie moves to fill the empty space. He hears the doki-dokis approaching, and keeps singing.
"Hmmm mmm mm, I'm on fire."
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"I do be liking them for my tea" A huge explosion made her eyes widen and she crept closer. Not too close incase it was the capitol trying to liven things up, but outside of the capitol she knew only one person who liked blowing things up.
"doki doki do be being fucking stupid" She had mostly been alone since Sandy died, apart from Shepard who appeared sometimes. Pruna let her. Because technically she was an ally too, though Pruna was pretty done with allies at the moment. All they did was die on you and leave you in stupid candy filled places alone.
"that's why they will never be catching meeeee"
"That did be being a big one." She spoke from just behind Howard, hand on her knife in case he got spooked and tried to do anything stupid.
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He whirls around and grabs his knife, eyes immediately going to her hands to see if she's got her weapon too. "Yeah. Yeah, it was. Confined space and lots of powder," he says, breaking his song to speak.
"I'm collapsing all the tunnels."
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No asking of why, she figured Howard had a reason, and regardless of motive she wanted to learn.
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