Dazed & Confused || Bentley v. Eyvindr
Oct 22, 2023 18:02:45 GMT -5
Post by josh on Oct 22, 2023 18:02:45 GMT -5
B E N T L E Y.3.
I could still hear the countdown buzzing in my ears as I stood in the ring across from another tribute I had only seen a few times. Part of my brain wanted to convince myself that this was all a dream that I would wake up from, but even my worst nightmares hadn't filled me with the amount of dread that seemed to consume my entire being. With a clear head, I would have taken off running and risked my chances with the security system. But instead, I find myself back in a ring where I had just embarrassed myself only a few days before.
My eyes wander away from the person across from me, catching a glimpse of the Gamemaker's suite and the two figures flickering in the window. Their figures make me feel like an animal trapped in the zoo, on display for their entertainment. The entire nation's entertainment. The crushing realization that if I fuck up this fight too, that memory of me is going to be burned into the mind of every person watching. I know, because that was me last year -- laughing at the stumbles of the tributes that eventually led to their demise. Funny how things like that always come around. I'd never been a believer in karma, but this might be the moment to force my hand.2.
In the distance, I can hear someone speaking over the intercom but the sound never truly makes it way to my ears -- staring forward at the platinum blonde across from me. A shaky breath falls from my lips, trying to soothe myself in any way possible through the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I flex my fingers out before balling them into a fist, doing my best to keep them from visibly shaking by either of my hips.
I'm not a fighter in any sense of the word, and I think everyone watching the two of us staring at each other in the ring can easily notice too. If they hadn't already from my Training Center performances. Getting a read on Vin is almost impossible, the stoic expression on their face seems to be plastered on like a mask. Almost like they're somewhere else completely. Part of me wants to join them in that fantasy land, and the other half wants to rip off the mask and see what's lying underneath. But I can't judge them too harshly, considering the mask of my own I wear. Hiding behind my humor like a shield that will protect me from anything that flies my way. We can only hope it works for punches too.1.
"Just don't go for the face? Would be kind of embarrassing to get my nose busted on day one." The words fall from my lips before I can put too much thought into them, a strained laugh following the words into the air. I know ignoring the gravity of the situation won't help me in the slightest, but it somehow feels easier than facing the strange reality that I've been thrust into. Furrowing my brow, I do my best to focus on the tips I'd picked up in my brief run in the sparring tournament: eyes open. chin down. aim high.Let the games begin.
I wind my hand back and keep my eyes locked on the other tribute, pushing down the sick feeling bubbling up into my throat. And before I can change my mind, I swing.[Bentley attacks Vin, unarmed]
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[ Thrown to Ground -- 1.5 damage (+1 from Hand-to-Hand) ]