stab your enemies, not your friends (yet) {gay panic day 1}

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"Whatever," A single word is the end of the discussion. A single word is powerful enough to keep the hostility in the air, but end what is left of his stress. Bellamy Scott was just happy to step back and let everyone calm down from Mauve's rage at not getting to fight. Live to fight another day. It's the idea he's sticking to. A fight later on will be enough to leave them either broken or fighting harder than the rest. A bloodbath would have taken too much from them. Bellamy Scott wasn't going to be the one to tell Mauve she was wrong in this instance, but she was wrong. A sigh fall from his lips as he looks through the supplies that had come to him.

A weapon in form of a fire poker reaches his eyes. An item that certainly doesn't look like it was meant to be a weapon, but the metal has a sharp edge and he's sure it'd hurt if he swung hard enough at someone. Some other items catch his interest as his mind starts turning with ideas of their uses. Slowly, he begins changing into the boots and gloves. Fanny pack full of supplies as he sets himself up for whatever comes from the next few days. It's at this point that Mauve speaks up again. "I'm going this way," A shrug of his shoulders as he can see the full picture of the area. Ropes and wooden logs and all sorts of metal to make some sort of obstacle course. Certainly, a strange place, but he wasn't going to judge the capitol for it's taste.

Maybe, they wanted them to compete in a not so deadly games, but he highly doubted that's it's purpose. They probably wanted to put their fights to the extremes here. "Oh, and Bell, don't think I've forgotten that you owe me." Bellamy believed he was the smartest in the room always, but hearing her remember their bet just made his heart sink to his throat. Rolling his eyes in her direction, she continues. "I hope you aren't too attached to your uniform." Nudity? A bet is a bet and Bellamy isn't the type to go back on his word. A silence fills him before he looks to Mauve and speaks towards her.

"I haven't. No worries. Just don't get yourself killed with wherever you're going!" A shrug is sent Bubby's way as Bellamy stays confident in his position, staring out across the rope course. There's no one there and it's just their alliance so far. His eyes look over the others for just a moment before he goes back to his supplies looking at them once more. His voice cuts out over the silence again. "Who needs a bloodbath when the sponsors are on your side." His eyes catch a camera as he focuses on it, knowing the capitol is watching them. He gives a wink and a soft wave as he continues.

"Thank you to all of our adoring fans. Support Team Bellamy today! Make sure to call Atticus if you wish to send me more stuff! Love all of you!"

Work with the capitol or against it.

Bellamy Scott could do what was needed in order to get a crown.

Mauve could run off and get herself killed.

It wasn't his problem.