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After the slaughter that was the third day of the arena, faces and slips of death play in the stormy skies with the daunting anthem echoing around the arena.
13th - Clovis Costello, killed by Juno Woon.
12th - Ignacius Kauri, killed by Hilarian Delacroix.
11th - Juno Woon, killed by Hilarian Delacroix.
10th - Kendall Carter, killed by Lola Liu.
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ARENA: DAY 2 [Location] In a huge cave, residing in an ant-cliff. Apparently it’s pretty meaninful in pop culture. Hopefully none of them try to murder me while I sit. [Items] Plenty of ant parts for protein, a backpack, (8) blowdarts + a blowgun, iodine, hunting knife, some grapes. [Injuries] My shins look like pulled pork, and my shoulder has a neat gash in it. My palms are pretty scraped up, too. They’ll probably get infected, or something. I should do something about it. [Notes] Made an alliance with Lars, who is one of the best people to have around, in my opinion. I’m actually pretty full stomached, and that water Lars gave me helped tremendously. I think I’m in pretty good shape. I need to keep advancing. I hope Lars doens’t die in his sleep.
my prayers schizophrenic // arena day 2 // lars and clovis
I’m seeing results in a few small sparks until one of the cuts on my hand opens up. “Shit. Can you finish this?” He nods and copies my movements. Within a few minutes sparks fly and we smile at each other. “Thank god. I don’t think I could have done that raw ant.”
I let myself laugh. Lars is great. We sit around our lame fire and watch ant abdomen toast for, what felt like, an incredibly long time. Only when I could feel my stomach start to digest itself did I gingerly roll the ant off. "...Supper time," I say, grimacing some. We eat without much conversation. I'm cringing with each crunch, but I know I need this. That he needs this. Now I'm just hoping he still has my ass by daybreak.
my prayers schizophrenic // arena day 2 // lars and clovis
Caves. Finally, something I had a good experience with. Plus shade, fire, food… A place to sleep that wasn’t getting poked in the eye with grass. Sounds like Heaven, frankly.
Before we left, I took a look to my left. Shannon’s body lied limp and mutilated in the grass. I looked at the cuts on my palms, and then walked over.
I ripped off her wings and pulling out my leftover bandages secured them to my backpack. I slipped it on and looked over my shoulders. It looked like I had little razor-sharp wing. Good. Fuck Shannon.
“Bitchin’, let’s go. I feel like if I spend one more second here, Shannon’s gonna rise from the dead or something.” I motioned for Clovis to lead the way.
I watched him, incredibly amused.
“Do I… Want to ask about Shannon?” I tried to give him a look like I wasn’t being serious, but I’m not sure how well it was played off.
We treaded north, until the volcano was looming and we were peaking over the edge of the cliff. “I don’t know about you, but climbing isn’t my forte. I mean, I can get there, but the trip won’t be… Graceful.” My eyes followed him. I wasn’t sure why I was trusting him so much. He could slaughter me right here.
The volcano wasn’t exactly what I’d call scary. It was more… daunting. Fortunately we didn’t have to cross it, or go over it, but the possibilities were frightening. I have no idea what we’d do if it erupted…
…annnd the “I” I’ve been using had turned to a “We” without me noticing. I looked at Clovis through the corner of my eye. I didn’t know what he was planning. Lure me to a cave and tear my heart out? I suppose we’ll see. On the other hand, it made me nervous that he seemed so trusting of me. I couldn’t let him down.
He was saying something about climbing, that it wouldn’t be graceful. “That’s all right. I’d like to think I’m pretty good, and I can help you if you need it.” The caves he had mentioned were coming into view.
I'm sweating terribly. My shoulder and shins are dying. But we keep moving. The scale down the cliff is worse than the one coming up. Lars is using his pickaxe to hold his weight in various places, and suddenly I feel dumb about my blow darts.
I try to navigate us to the cave where I almost died, because the likelihood that it's still inhabited is pretty slim, and the damn thing was huge. We could spread out and be safe, at least for a little bit.
"Lars," I say, not knowing where I was taking this. "Do you have anything we can start a fire with? I don't know how I feel about eating raw ant."
my prayers schizophrenic // arena day 2 // lars and clovis
“I got a view the other day, at the islands.” I struggled to remember. “The western most one was like a light up forest. Dense, too. I couldn’t see a single tribute. I’m not sure it’s worth it. there should be a ton of other people in there, and I’m not exactly interested in dying just yet.”
I’m looking all around me, which is dumb, because there is clearly not shade. For a second I think I spot two figures in the distance, but maybe it’s just a trick of the light.
“Where should we try?”
“Er.” My face pinches up for a moment. My adrenaline has worn off from earlier and I’m not really in the mood to fight ants again. “Back… there,” I point to our right, where it doesn’t look like anything but cracked clay. “I climbed a cliff. It was full of caves. We could probably camp out there. Cook up some food.” I jiggled one of the silver packs. “The climb wasn’t exactly…Pleasant. But it’s worth it if we can stay there, even if for a few hours, and recooperate.” I watch his face and wait for a reply.
Caves. Finally, something I had a good experience with. Plus shade, fire, food… A place to sleep that wasn’t getting poked in the eye with grass. Sounds like Heaven, frankly.
Before we left, I took a look to my left. Shannon’s body lied limp and mutilated in the grass. I looked at the cuts on my palms, and then walked over.
I ripped off her wings and pulling out my leftover bandages secured them to my backpack. I slipped it on and looked over my shoulders. It looked like I had little razor-sharp wing. Good. Fuck Shannon.
“Bitchin’, let’s go. I feel like if I spend one more second here, Shannon’s gonna rise from the dead or something.” I motioned for Clovis to lead the way.
I watched him, incredibly amused.
"Do I... Want to ask about Shannon?" I tried to give him a look like I wasn't being serious, but I'm not sure how well it was played off.
We treaded north, until the volcano was looming and we were peaking over the edge of the cliff. "I don't know about you, but climbing isn't my forte. I mean, I can get there, but the trip won't be... Graceful." My eyes followed him. I wasn't sure why I was trusting him so much. He could slaughter me right here.
my prayers schizophrenic // arena day 2 // lars and clovis
“I got a view the other day, at the islands.” I struggled to remember. “The western most one was like a light up forest. Dense, too. I couldn’t see a single tribute. I’m not sure it’s worth it. there should be a ton of other people in there, and I’m not exactly interested in dying just yet.”
I’m looking all around me, which is dumb, because there is clearly not shade. For a second I think I spot two figures in the distance, but maybe it’s just a trick of the light.
“Where should we try?”
“Er.” My face pinches up for a moment. My adrenaline has worn off from earlier and I’m not really in the mood to fight ants again. “Back... there,” I point to our right, where it doesn’t look like anything but cracked clay. “I climbed a cliff. It was full of caves. We could probably camp out there. Cook up some food.” I jiggled one of the silver packs. “The climb wasn’t exactly...Pleasant. But it’s worth it if we can stay there, even if for a few hours, and recooperate.” I watch his face and wait for a reply.
my prayers schizophrenic // arena day 2 // lars and clovis
I stare at him, trying to figure out if he’s trustworthy.
Aw, fuck it.
I lift my hand to where the parachute had dropped of my bottle of water. He holds it up to the light to inspect it. “You can have the other half of it, if germs don’t make you squeamish.” He nods and unscrews the top.
“You’re right though, about getting on with it. There’s many tributes left and they could be anywhere.” I sit up and attempt to get to my feet, and Clovis offers his hand to pull me upwards. “Thank you, Clovis. Really.”
I drink down the water like it’s nothing else. I feel relief, and I want to abuse it while I can.
“It’s my pleasure,” I invite him up, and ensure that he’s stable before gesturing theatrically to the landscape around us. “Alright, we... There’s east, with a bridge leading to God knows where. If we round the volcano, there’s another bridge clouded with sheep, last time I checked. If you’re into sticking around in Literal Hell, though, shade is a must. I’m dying.”
my prayers schizophrenic // arena day 2 // lars and clovis
I can feel one of my bandages stretching around my back. Clovis could have killed me, so easily, but he didn’t. I looked up at him, wondering why.
My face is mildly frustrated, but my voice is gentle. It’s been a rough afternoon for both of us, the last thing either of us need is to get off on the wrong foot. He’s giving me a confused look, and my face droops. “Buddy, that would have been an awful way to go out.” I sit down properly, rather than squatting. I try to look open, to look friendly. Lars was probably the only decent person in this competition. I’m gonna keep him going until there isn’t a choice. “It sucks shit right now, I know,” gesturing to his gashes and then my own. “Insects are hellspawn. We gotta get out of here, though, everything is on fire for a reason. If you need help moving, I can help out, and even let you eat if you can help me find water.” I think about my ant pieces. I probably wouldn’t get to eat all of them anyway, so I might as well share. Hopefully he’ll return the favor. I try to wait for his reaction.
don’t let me be // os
Do ants have asses? Because their asses are grass. I’m going mow that grass down with blow darts. The blowgun is in my mouth before I can register the actions, and I’m loading a dart in as 11 foot ants stare me in the face, from 25 feet up. I’m ready. Fuck this. Today has been bad, I’m tired, and I am ready to go to sleep again. So I make sloppy, graceless strides and pulls up the wall, sweat greasing my palms. I’m going to kick ass. I guess it would only make sense that they kick mine faster, though, because one of the ants vaulted me over and swept me back into its little cave in Hell.
It gains on me. I don’t care. I’m done. The dart is launched, piercing its eyes, and it lets out a wail. I mimick it poorly, mocking its pain, and stomp my way towards it. All I can think about is how much protein ants have. I need it. I need it.
my prayers schizophrenic // arena day 2 // lars and clovis
I’m setting off and actually feeling significantly better after punching an antidote into my system, but it doesn’t change the fact that heat stroke is climbing up my back in tendrils. The land is growing further burnished, barren, uncomfortable. I’m sweating and trodding along, looking for something, anything, when random shouts and curses fill my ears. I’m startled for a moment, because I forgot I was even in a Game for a moment. So I start running to it, thinking about how hungry I am above anything else. But I’m not going to eat Lars, who is ripping apart jurassic butterflies and bleeding everywhere. The scene takes me aback, but only long enough to react properly when Lars drops to the ground like a ragdoll. It was kind of gross to see. He looked tarnished, and his hair was kind of sticky with blood. He has a backpack with... Butterflies covering it. What has been going on? I pick through it until water and bandages reveal themselves to me. Cleaning him up was easy, the harst part was waiting and making sure he didn’t randomly die.
sick as frick // arena day 2
Unless my billowing snot can take down a hoard of wool, I wasn’t particularly in the mood to get trampled. I keep moving, looking for anything that isn’t fried to a pulp.
With every step you take, the temperature rises. It’s becoming nearly uncomfortable when, out of the red blue, the earth under your feet begins to crack. It rumbles and moans, splitting apart in front of you to reveal a chamber of magma a hundred feet below. Do you choose to hop across the cracks, or turn back to face the sheep?
I've been walking for a while, at this point, and my water bottle is getting empty. The universal antidote is still sitting in it's syringe. I'm thinking about using it when the ground splits open like some sort of flesh wound.
I make to turn around, but those damn sheep are still around, and I am not doing that. So I guess we're jumping.
I take a running leap across the abyss, and get nasty scrapes on my palms from the landing. It's then that I decide I'm over it, and apply the shot to my shoulder, cringing at the discomfort. I keep moving despite myself.
sick as frick // arena day 2
I start heading east, knowing a bridge lies ahead.
As you make out the bridge in the distance, you see a small herd of black sheep… and boy, do they not look happy. Since Juno was so kind to not actually kill these creatures of God, they are still there by the bridge. If you want to cross, you’re going to have to do something about them. Remember, if you take them on, you will be injured. If you take them on, post a oneshot about the encounter. If you choose to move on, simply respond to this with your next action.
Unless my billowing snot can take down a hoard of wool, I wasn't particularly in the mood to get trampled. I keep moving, looking for anything that isn't fried to a pulp.
After your tussle with the rather rude shrubbery, Clovis finds a small package floating down to greet him. Inside this parachute is a syringe of a universal antidote, with no attached note.
sick as frick // arena day 2
I woke up feeling disgusting. Like. Literal ass, as someone I know would say.
I barely have to open my eyes to know that all the flowers around me have basically turned into a sticker bush. Fuck this. I’m mad. I’m just glad I got into my sleeping bag before I went to sleep. I know it won’t provide a bunch of protection, but I don’t care. I zip it over my head, and start writhing systematically. Where it starts to hurt, I try to wiggle around it. There’s minimal success, but it’s better than just going nuts and really hurting myself. All I can think about is Blair Norcross, as I’m wiggling out. She knows its me, by now, and I know its her. She’s angry that I tried to interact with her back in January. She has total control over my existence. So she is giving me hell. Alright. I’m scraped up considerably by the time I wriggle out, and my sleeping bag is torn up beyond repair. I can’t bring myself to care, I’m still a little pissed off about feeling like shit. I don’t know why I feel like this. I’ll just keep my water bottle in hand.
I get out of my sleeping back and pack it back into its original container, deciding to use it as a second pack. I stuff Penny’s note in the collar of my jumpsuit, keep the iodine near the water bottle, and take four bites of bread before setting it back with the jumpsuit.
I keep the water bottle and hunting knife in hand, deciding that I am leaving this magma chamber. I’m not a pokemon, I don’t do this shit. I start heading east, knowing a bridge lies ahead.
[Location] A bed of flowers in a comfortable grassland. I’ll be out before the sun comes up, surely.
[Items] purple backpack. ½ a bottle of water, a hunting knife, some grapes, a lot of rope, and (9) darts + a blowgun. A red beanie and a flower crown, and muddy arms. [Injuries] A sheep knocked the wind out of me. I’d say the day was successful.
[Notes] Tomorrow, I’ll actually do something productive. Get a move on, get some food.
