☢︎ Day Three: Eight Tributes, Four Mutts, One Exit ☢︎
May 22, 2024 2:13:01 GMT -5
Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on May 22, 2024 2:13:01 GMT -5
Those terrible beasts that snap and roar, scramble and scrap, hurl their own fists at each-other as they slam into brick walls and pant around corners. One blue-eyed, one red-eyed, one green-eyed, one purple.
They had names, once. Great painters their namesakes: art, named after artists long lost to war and ruin. Leonardo. Dontello. Raphael. Michaelangelo. When they were smaller. Simpler. Unpurturbed and fed. But now they're hungry. And they'll kill their own brothers just to taste raw flesh again.
"And play that running track," Angel nods at the audio engineer as the tributes sprint. "The one with the drums - for dramatic effect."
Lí Tiānshi.
They'll name works of art after her one day.
Kasia Karataeva is the first to act. A nimble little thing, she sprints through the sewers with such speed one might think she was a muttation herself. One foot, two feet, three feet, four - she runs for her life, and only her own. (Distance travelled: 100 feet)
Dagger Thane was built for this. Many kids from Four are - those childhood summers spent sprinting on white-hot sand and swimmers lungs to boot. Long limbs and decent stamina keeps him at the front of the pack, only outrun by spry little Kasia who was quickest to act when the alarms set off. (Distance travelled: 81 feet)
Hafen Dieu-Le-Veut follows suit. She tails her district partner only to trip up on a corpse half-gnawed through by rats. A gasp from those watching, tense for half a second - but Hafen steadies on the stumble and manages to stay upright. A sigh of relief. (Distance travelled: 63 feet)
Benson Sharpe only starts to run once his district partner streaks past him, a flurry of red hair and limbs. He yells ahead to warn the others - sweet boy. Did nobody tell you only one person makes it out of the sewers alive? (Distance travelled: 45 feet)
Amber Bosch is tired. Who wouldn't be? And it shows, cradling a wounded arm against her chest as she scrambles through puddles and over dead children. It's not the most aerodynamic position but the adrenaline keeps her moving - for now. (Distance travelled: 36 feet)
Nolan Goode - the last of the lower district kids left. By the skin of his teeth he has made it this far. By the skin of his teeth he keeps himself upright. By the skin of his teeth he takes only a scratch as the monsters snap and snarl at the heels of his feet. (Distance travelled: 11 feet).
But little Setta Furey cannot keep up.
The monsters pounce. Knife meets flesh. Flesh meets creature.
A canon fires.
One stays behind to feast, nightmare monster feasting on little girls in the dark.
Three continue onwards, in pursuit of seven.
All remaining tributes take 5 damage - it's up to you how you recieve this in-character!Round 2 dice threshold: 20
Initiative order still applies.
Good luck, tributes!