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We would just like to thank Austin and Mary for bringing their wonderful Tributes to our Games and brightening up our dashboards! Joan and Cyprus were both wonderful contributions to the Games! You both now have the opportunity to mini-sponsor a Tribute of your choice up until the final battle task is posted!
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A parachute lands infront of Cyprus as he’s taking in the store around him, there’s an over the shoulder belt that contains 6 shuriken.
“Use them wisely.” - Benedict
6. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
“Oh no!” I exclaim at the spooky scurry security creepy crawlies.
“What?” Joan said.
“Let us leave.”
“Lettuce leaf?”
“Yes.” We walked to the back o’ the store but realized the zom-boys in blue were quickly approaching. “Shiiiit homies is quick.”
“We need a way of moving fast.” Joan said far too loud. We looked down at our feet and shrugged. With a skate and a scoot we nyoom’d to the back of the store. I parkour’d up on top of a high shelf filled with jump ropes and hoisted Joan up to GET ON MY LEVEL.
“Do the thing.” I muttered as I handed her some jump ropes. Joan got to work and started tying knots.
As she did, the zombies were all like “Grah” as they tried to climb up to where we was. But as soon as their hot dog fingers gripped anything, I used my hella experience with curb stomping to destroy their fangles. Unable to really hold onto much, they just kinda banged with their stubs.
Meanwhilst, Joan had made a menage a trois of sexy sexy nooses from the jump ropes and slowly lowered them over the necks of the spooksters. With quick tugs, their nooses became choker necklaces as Joan tied the free ends to the shelves we were stranded on.
“Lettuce Leaf.” She announced.
“Yes.”
We climbed down and scooted/skated away as the zomz lunged at us. What they had in tenacity, they lacked in common sense as they tugged on the makeshift leashes. The ropes held tight and tugged on the attached shelves, toppling them over onto the undead security officiales. One metal beam of the shelves landed right on the zombies neck and send the decapitated head rolling over to where I stood. It still chomped and bit but I grabbed it by the receding hairline anyways, another keepsake.
Joan noticed that a security baton had sprawled across the floor and skated over to snag it for herself.
“Think we’ll get in trouble for destroying a shelf of stuff?” I asked Joan.
“It’s sport’s equipment, it’s literally designed to take impact. Nothing broke.” She confirmed.
“Good. Oh hey your hearing is getting better.”
“It is.”
I tied a small length of bandage around the zombie head so it wouldn’t bite me as I hung it by the hair from my laptop bag, next to the mannequin head. With the zombies defeated, we left the store with our wheeled apparati in our hands.
“Where to?”
“I dunno. Want to go back to the center of the mall?”
“K.”
Away we walked through the red plaza.
5. A Series of Unfortunate Events
I definitely heard a yelling noise, and realized it must have come from Cyprus himself. Slowly but surely, my hearing was returning, but taking its sweet time in doing so. I smirked, watching him fawn over the yo-yos. It was an interesting choice, considering our circumstances, but had I known how to even swing one of those things correctly, I probably would have bought one, too.
Seeing that Cyprus has a sports drink, I realize that with the increasing temperature, I’ll probably need one too for threat of dehydration. Grabbing a pink bottle for 2BN, I nod to Cyprus.
“Still pretty much deaf,” I tell him, rolling back and forth in the skates. I fold my sleeves up, adjusting to the heat.
I winced, remembering the burn on my cheek. Whoda thought I could get injured from a bath bomb? I wiped it down with an alcohol wipe and dabbed a dollop of cream on it, it’s the best I can do for now for a fairly minor injury.
I added the sports drink into my bag along with the newly purchased items. With my sunglasses on and scooter out the ready, I pushed off and followed Joan towards the exit. Although we didn’t exchange words, we had a feeling that something was about to prevent us from leaving so easily.
5. A Series of Unfortunate Events
Wjoanair:
“All hell broke loose overnight,” I say, and still can’t hear myself talk. I can feel the vibrations and the vague murmur of general sound, but my ears still have pain terrorizing them. He nods, goes to open his mouth to speak, but then probably remembers I can’t read lips, and shakes his head.
I wander around the store, making sure to keep one eye on Cyprus, staying where we can see each other. The last thing I need is to not hear something advancing on me, or not hear his shout for help. But unlike the clothing store we’d visited earlier, this store seemed safe enough for now.
I know what I’m looking for as I walk through the aisles, peeking around corners to make sure Cyprus is nearby. I keep murmuring to myself, trying to test my ears, and every now and again I think I hear progress. Heading to the outdoor activities section, I crouch down, finding exactly what I wanted.
I grab the roller blades, checking the price and nodding. If I want to get anywhere fast - and by the looks of the stores slowly closing and monsters surprise attacking us, I do - I’ll need these. I put the pair of roller blades under my arm, not sure what else I’d really need, but decide that for now, this is enough.
Walking to the counter, I place 5BN down and change out of my shoes and into the blades, tying my shoelaces and draping them over my shoulders. Might as well start using the skates now. Thankful for my flighty feet, I adjust to the wheels nicely, holding onto the counter to steady myself before rejoining Cyprus.
Well shit if she was going to be speedy then I needed something to keep up. But I can’t skate. But a razor scooter should do the trick. 6BN, it read.
13 coins left. What to buy, what to buy. It was only now after catching my breath that I realized how parched it was, and the increasing temperature didn’t help. I removed my leather jacket, rolled it up, and put it in my bag. 2BN for a sports drink. I swug about half of it with a satisfying gulp.
I screeched when I saw something shimmering over by the skating section. They weren’t the same ones I used back home, but essentially my token (which I forgot to bring because I’m stupid) was laying right there for me. And they only cost 1 BN?!!? Hell’s yes I’m buying two yo-yos.
That gives me 7 left. And since although the arena was getting hot, I knew it could get cold once again. I wanted gloves, fencing gloves. A pair costs 5BN apparently. Not too bad.
I was left with a whopping 2 BN and looked to Joan to see if she was ready to go.
5. A Series of Unfortunate Events
I flinched as I saw the stream of red smack into Cyprus’s face, the world still reeling around me. I finally righted myself, able to keep my balance and shake the nasty vertigo. He looked to me and said something, and it was like he was shouting miles under the sea. I couldn’t make out anything, every sound feeling like a wave of muffled garbage. I shook my head, motioning to my ears.
He squinted and figured it out quickly, muttering something else before flipping his hand a few times. Run, I figured, because he took off afterwards. I followed, easily keeping pace with alongside him, even though we were running as if our lives depended on it. Because it kind of did.
My ears hurt, throbbing with every step I took, but at least it didn’t hinder my performance. We found the food court that was listed on our map, but kept running past it. There was no one in the main cooridors, and for that, I was thankful. It was a clear shot until we got to the yellow section of the arena.
We paused at the entrance, scouting out what we were about to face. To the left, we could see a small girl running around a shop, but she hadn’t left yet. Brunelle! I felt a smile creep onto my face, but knew that I didn’t want to be anywhere near her - I didn’t want to have to fight her. In front of us was another shop going haywire. Through the glass was another girl that I recognized from the anthem and reruns of yesterday’s killings. There was a giant bug in the store, and I was thankful the door was closed and it was contained only to there. Finally, to our right was the group I recognized at the alliance of three. They were stationed at the front of their store, but were preoccupied with someone in a creepy hat.
All three potential threats were dealing with their own issues right now, fortunately for us. Cyprus and I exchanged a look, nodding and running through the yellow section and to the right. We made it without being noticed, and even if we had, they wouldn’t have been able to dislodge themselves from their distractions. Skidding to a stop in the midst of the new yellow section, the only issue we saw was a brawl between…
“Holy shit,” I muttered, not even able to hear my own voice. Gotta love that White Noise.
“Okay yeah we’re not trifling with any of this nonsense. Let’s just--” I paused. “You’re still deaf, right.” I motioned for her to follow me and ignore the people in the yellow wing dealing with their threats.
We went as far east as possible, facing a giant store labeled “SPOOOOORTS.” Knowing there’d probably be some new threat to deal with, we headed inside with our alertness at its peak.
5. A Series of Unfortunate Events
I woke up to an angry stomach, and was grateful I still had some food left. I ate the persimmon and half of the sandwich, never much of a breakfast person anyway. We would find more food later.
Grateful we hadn’t been killed in our sleep, I stood up from my nest of sponges and stretched. It wasn’t as comfortable a bed as it looked, but it made do. I was sure my hair was a mess. Turning to find a mirror, I stared at my reflection, furrowing my still-dark eyebrows.
Right. I had weird grey-peach-white hair now. Turns out the dye was kind of wonky, leaving me with patches of different tones. I didn’t care - I just figured I should try it while I’m here in case I, you know, die.
Smelling a strange scent, even for this store, I turn around and try to figure out what’s causing the change. Even through my thin clothes, I could feel the temperature spike, and I was thankful for my new haircut so I wasn’t immediately sweltering. Flames were licking the sides of the rooms, and all at once, everything went crazy.
Blaring, siren noises bombarded the room, causing me to stumble and clamp my hands over my ears. Water shot down from the ceiling’s sprinklers, dousing the store.
“Fuck,” I managed and made sure my pockets were full of whatever I had taken in there. It was disorienting, and I tried to block out the noise, but it was deafening. I doubled over, gritting my teeth as I tried to focus through the pain reverberating through my ears.
One shaky step at a time, I managed to get out of the store. My ears were ringing and my vision was blurry, pulse pounding in my head to block out any other noise. I really hoped the hearing-loss was temporary, hand clamped over my forehead.
A small bit of the red bath bomb flew out of the exploding mess sailing right onto my cheek. It stung as it put a small burn on my cheek. I batted the chemical off and clenched my teeth as we turned to leave.
“Let’s just go!” I called out, to see Joan looking confused as she held her ears. “Oh great you’re deaf now.” I motioned for her to run after me as we bolted east. There was a food court on our left but we knew food would be easy to come by later. For now, we needed to arm ourselves because we were severely lacking.
5. A Series of Unfortunate Events
It was pretty fortunate of me I’ll admit to actually eat and rest that evening. The migraine was gone, but a new misery rose to the surface as did fire on the tubs of water, apparently.
“Yeah we’re gonna have to move.” I shout over the screams of White Noise. Joan clutched her ears as I bolted out. She better hurry the fuck up if she wants he hearing intact. As I ran, I dropped 2 bn on the counter and snagged one of the last intact Bottle Rocket bath bombs before sprinting out. I turned, curious to see where Joan was.
As the mannequins advance on Cyprus and Joan, one of the ceiling tiles slides open and a parachute drops through to land infront of Cyprus. Inside the package he finds a sturdy leather jacket.
“I noticed that you’ve got no clothes on, as did the rest of Panem.” - Benedict
Day 1 Arena:
Phase 1-All Quiet on the Western Front
Killed John, got a pack from the bloodbath, and headed West with Joan.
Exchanged some coins for a camera and bag.
Went to Maude Mart, traded with the legend herself all of my clothes and some items for some of hers.
Phase 2-The Emperor’s New Clothes
Naked and afraid, Joan and I headed to the north for clothes.
Phase 3-Valley of the Dolls
We were attacked by living mannequins, but survived with a few bruises.
Phase 4-Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
We found a bath bomb store, collected what we wanted, and made camp.
Phase 5-A Series of Unfortunate Events
Woke up to chaos as our bath bomb store blew up. We bolted to the sports store for some reason and bought stuff.
Phase 6-Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
Dumb zombies dumb chased us because their dumb racism towards wheels. Killed ‘em. Then found Wednesday. Woops.
Phase 7-Where the Wild Things Are
Inventory:
Coins: 2 bn
Weapons: Shuriken belt
Food: Half a punnet of summer strawberries, Half a sport’s drink
Other: Laptop bag, Basic first aid kit (Two Bandages, Antiseptic Cream, Alcohol Wipes), Leather jacket, Sunglasses, Forever 25 outfit, Lighter, Camera, Mannequin head, Zombie head.
Injuries:
Nose: Swelling is going down and will be good by morning.
Head: Have a migraine that should be tolerable tomorrow, cured with some hydration.
4. Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close
The Holla bathbomb fizzes and then rises to the surface, gold glitter spilling from its innards. Eventually you hear a clunk at the bottom of the tub and the voice of an ancient prophet whispers so quietly that only the store can here.
“Dolla makes me holla honey boo boo child.”
If you put your hands in the water there is a buffalo nickel in the tub and you’ll get nicely glittered digits too! Yay!
I fished the coin out of the tub and added it to my collection. 19 bn left. Oh well, lesson learned.
I seethed as I felt my headache pounding. Another migraine, great. Though I was hit in the head, and hadn’t eaten, or drank at all. Guess it wasn’t so much of a surprise really. And my bloody nose didn’t help. After using one of the alcohol wipes to clean my face up a bit, I found a pile of loofas and arranged it into a makeshift bed.
I leaned back and ate about half the strawberries, feeling my stomach fill as my parched throat was hydrated by their summertime moistness. They made a nice snack as I watched a projection on the screen of the fallen.
In order, they played starting with that circus girl’s head falling to the floor. “Oof.” I announced. “Joan, you watchin’ this? Told you that Alice kid was crazy.” Shit I forgot to remember to learn her actual name. Oh well.
Chewing on a strawberry, I watched with intrigue as the tongueless killed Reuben. The boy looked longingly at Judas despite having a knife in his heart. “One sandwich down.”
“Hey isn’t that your district partner?” I ask Joan. “Oh ew...was your partner.” Geez Wednesday is messy. Guess she wasn’t lying when we talked earlier. Hopefully she remembered that she promised a quick death for me. Wait, what am I talking about? I’m the one killing her.
And just like that, the circus girl was alive again, back in the bloodbath. Thoughinstead of her head rolling, it was Lux’s eyse rolling into the back of her head as a knife tore her throat. “Meh.”
“Again with the necks?” I comment as Wednesday stomps on Benji’s. “Guess that makes two kills for the 2 girl. Think that’s the record now.”
Yet again a neck was stomped on until death. Only it was my district partner crushing under the might of my...what the hell do I even call Salem at this point? Wait a minute, he was with his district partner when Alice went all mad hatter on them. But his face didn’t show up. If he did survive that, he can’t be in good shape.
Haha, oh yeah. I forgot I killed John Smith. Though as I looked at my determined filmed face as I crushed the boy’s face open, I realized something. I looked really good. Blood splatters are the new black.
Oh boo there goes Fox. Looks like my strategy isn’t so bad now is it? Course you can’t really answer with a whip wrapped around your neck. Oh shit is that Alice again. “Yeah we gotta watch for District 3′s girl, Joan. 2 kills in one day? Nothing to brush off.”
Yet another neck related kill as Judas opens the throat of Valentina. Poor girl, never had a chance. “Judas too. They and Wednesday are all tied for the most kills in the--”
“Wow okay nevermind. That Alice chick. She needs to go if we see her. 3 kills in one day and not even a career, let alone someone with mental stability.” After Canary’s lifeless body dropped to the ground, the anthem played once again, signalling the perfect time to sleep.
Some rest would do me good for both my sanity and my migraine. It had reduced to a minor throbbing after the strawberries, but a good night’s rest would ease the ache. Which I knew would come from the gates shutting down and sealing us in the fragrant store. But still, I clutched my bag of items tight, afraid of anyone stealing anything. I fell asleep to the sound of the mannequin head running out of batteries and finally stop chomping. My trophy successfuly shutted the fuck up, allowing much needed slumber.
4. Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close
thebloodypageant:
“Hey you know there’s testers back here right?” Joan mentioned.
“Oh.”
Regretting my stupidity, I decided to test them out before selecting one to buy. There were only two bath tubs, but to make things easier for whatever entity was controlling the events of the games, I decided to test them all out at once. I grabbed two containers of bath salts from the shelves, opened them, and carefully poured the contents out into two piles to return later. I then scooped the empty jars filled with water and dropped in a sample of bottle rocket and tingly skin sensation.
Then in the tubs, I dropped holla and white noise.
*does the things*
The bath bombs fizz in their own water and lots of things start happening all at once. White noise is the first to begin reacting sending a high pitches scream out into the store that bounces around the walls causing you to cover your ears painfully. Second to go off is bottle rocket that explodes so violently that the small jar smashes. Tingly skin sensation doesn’t seem to do anything, maybe it needs a little time to kick in, maybe give it a little stir with your finger? Finally holla fizzes away leaving a small paper nickel floating on the surface of the water.
These are just the testers, they’re about quarter of the size of the full product available. Now, which would you like?
“HOLLA”
*slam dunks it in the same tub as the holla tester*
4. Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close
Maybe I do, disembodied voice of the unknown. I dramatically slid 2 bn on the counter and waited.
You slide your money over the counter and a small shelf flips out of the wall opposite. There are 4 types of bathbomb on display. A red one that’s named “Bottle Rocket.” A green one that’s named “Tingly Skin Sensation.” and a yellow one that’s named “Holla.” And then finally there’s a white one simply called “White Noise”
"Hey you know there’s testers back here right?” Joan mentioned.
“Oh.”
Regretting my stupidity, I decided to test them out before selecting one to buy. There were only two bath tubs, but to make things easier for whatever entity was controlling the events of the games, I decided to test them all out at once. I grabbed two containers of bath salts from the shelves, opened them, and carefully poured the contents out into two piles to return later. I then scooped the empty jars filled with water and dropped in a sample of bottle rocket and tingly skin sensation.
Then in the tubs, I dropped holla and white noise.
*does the things*
4. Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close
How the hell the mannequin head was still alive, I hadn’t the slightest. I peered inside the hollow neck hole and saw a chip inside the skull. Eh, I’ll figure it out later. For now, we had a store with an ominous name that we wanted to check out. Only two stores over, it was lucky how incredibly close we were to our new destination.
Joan and I exchanged a glance before turning our attention to the store title “BOMBS!” Expecting the worst and the best at the same time, we stepped inside the mystery store.
As you enter the sweet smell of natural plants mixed with weird dioxides and scents fills your noses. It appears that bombs is all about natural cosmetics and bathroom essentials. The centerpiece of this store is the giant bathtub in the centre filled to the brim with colorful bathbombs. It seems like this is a cosy little place to hole up for the night, unless you really want to explore the shelves which hold bath salts, bath bombs, cruelty free cosmetics and hair dye and right at the back there are two big metal tubs that are filled with clear water. Maybe you want to test out a bath bomb or two?
Maybe I do, disembodied voice of the unknown. I dramatically slid 2 bn on the counter and waited.
4. Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close
How the hell the mannequin head was still alive, I hadn’t the slightest. I peered inside the hollow neck hole and saw a chip inside the skull. Eh, I’ll figure it out later. For now, we had a store with an ominous name that we wanted to check out. Only two stores over, it was lucky how incredibly close we were to our new destination.
Joan and I exchanged a glance before turning our attention to the store title “BOMBS!” Expecting the worst and the best at the same time, we stepped inside the mystery store.
3. Valley of the Dolls
With one shaky hand holding my pole, I reached into my pants pocket, grabbing the set of brass knuckles and shoving them at Cyprus.
“You need to hold them off. Blind them with your suave moves, or something.” I grit my teeth, and he looked at me wildly, as if I was crazy. And I kind of was, so he had a point. He shoved the mannequins back, glancing over at me and then back to the mannequins.
“You better have a damn good plan,” He yelled over as I broke away.
“Lead them this way.” I said over my shoulder, darting through the store. I cursed myself for trading away the rope to Maude, thinking for the next best thing. A rack of accessories stood in front of me, and I figured it was the closest I was going to get. I didn’t have very long before Cyprus and the dummies caught up to me, so I worked as quickly as I could.
Cyprus worked the mannequins back, trying to keep them at a distance for as long as he could manage. The amputee mannequin smacked the pole out of his hand, it clattering to the ground. Before he could react, the mannequin hit Cyprus upside the head with its detached arm, sending him sliding backwards with ringing ears. He recovered, making sure the brass knuckles were secured tight in his palm, and ran into the racks of clothes nearby, so that they would have to weave through racks to get to him, splitting them up.
I took a stack of belts, unclasping and reclasping the buckles to hook them all together. I worked quickly, glancing up every now and again when I heard a swear come from Cyprus’s direction. The noises were growing louder, signaling that they were making their way over to me. I finished the string of belts, hooking one end to a clothing rack and then hooking the other to another rack opposite it, a few meters away.
Climbing on top of a tall shelf meant to display sweaters and t-shirts, I could see Cyprus grab one of the mannequins and slam his fist into the side of its head, standing back up to kick one of the other mannequins down. It was a never ending job, it seemed, to defeat a mannequin without a blade. But I could see that the knuckles had dented in one of the mannequin’s heads, leaving it looking like a deflated basketball. It twitched as it walked towards Cyprus, its feet bouncing as it walked, as if it was damaged. Good.
I stood on my tip toes, throwing the belt up into the ceiling’s rafters. It kind of reminded me of the training room, and I hooked the belt up, a sort of levy system. I had less than a minute before Cyprus led the fighting mannequins into the trap, so I jumped back down, taking another one of the ever-present high reach poles and standing aside to activate the quick trap when they were in place.
If this didn’t work I was going to throw Joan to them and bail. But I figured I’d give her a shot, we did train in traps together after all. I held the pole and clenched fists around it while stepping backwards towards the belt trap.
I stepped carefully over the belt and ducked back as Joan tugged on her end of the makeshift rope. The ankles of the mannequins were snared in a loop and rose up as Joan hopped off the counter, suspending them in the air. She tied off the end of her rope to a nearby drawer as they mannequins struggled in the air.
“One last thing.” I mention before we leave. Eyeing the undamaged mannequin, I notice the seams along the neck separating it from the rest of the body. With a pair of sharp simultaneous jabs to the neck, the brass knuckles loosened the neck allowing me to twist and tug the head off. “A keepsake.” I mention as we depart. I wiped the blood from my nose and felt a painful migraine come along, but it was hardly anything to worry about.
