how do you feel about going third? // arlo v roe

The rest of the tributes waiting around seem to give Roe a wide berth after he's done done stomping a kid's leg into pieces.

It's amazing what a good wake-up call will do. But that’s fine. It's whatever. While the girls from Four struggle to pull each other’s hair out he sidles over to Mateo casually, flashing some kind of feral expression to him. They stand and watch Vin prepare to climb in again.

Antigone wipes the floor with them. Not the most surprising thing. Roe can feel his agitation building and building.

The whip they end up handing over coils tight around his fist. A million cocky things to say flit across his mind. He thinks of Sacrifice. Ugh. Wait, no, never mind. He doesn't. Gross.

It’s karmic then, the way he sets foot back into the cage and that white-hot sunburst starts cracking right from his knee. His leg buckles as he gasps, he catches himself before he can really stumble and make it worse, but still. He spits up a storm, disposition flipping immediately, he glances down at his bare legs and then immediately away, swaying pale.

He's pretty sure the knee shouldn't actually look like that.

Monroe, the board said. Vin’s partner.

The guy talks to match, the pot smacks the kettle against the ropes. Silly little amateur, making requests. Roe's gonna rip that tooth right out of his mouth.

“Yeah," He pants, "No problem.”

Team player - he aims for the face.