D4 Mer vs D3 Rollie [89th Spar]

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

d a n n y .

"you are weak
but not foolish
you have learned
how to die."

Danny couldnt help but feel some sort of wonder when he walked into the private screening for the spar matches that he had created himself. He was pretty gleeful when he realized that most of the tributes wanted to participate. He already knew that he was making a mark on the capitol this games. He made it his mission to revitalize and create something new so his games would stand out from the others. He did hide behind a reinforced glass that was blacked out on the other side so tributes could not see that they had an audience. The people that got a chance to see this first hand were few, but Danny knew that this would be another good way for people to see what the tributes had to offer. Of course, Sponsorship was more important than ever.

It was a sight to behold, and as Danny realized that he needed a refill on his beverage already, he signaled an Avox to fetch it as the previous spar had cleared out, and they reset the room. After some chatting, he quieted the room as the tribute reaped into the male spot for 4 had walked in, Arc Mer. To think that Danny would be so lucky to get a tribute related to Anatalia Morrisen, a capitol first. He had caught a glimpse of her in the corner of the room trying to pretend that she wasnt immersed in the experience. He would have to introduce himself when he got the chance. Then came in the boy from 3 Arthur Rollei. Danny knew nothing of this boy or his family, which always made things more interesting. After all, the best things are usually created out of nowhere, and the boys from three had always been seen as bright, shining stars. Hopefully he would live up to Danny's expectations.

The trainer told them where to stand, an x marked the spot. He explained the parameters to the tributes. That they would go hand to hand until one of them is incapacitated. (OOC: 15 Damage) "And remember, you never know who might be watching. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Danny listened to the trainer and then focused on the fight forward. He was excited to see what was to come.

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@fabulousraven & marguerite harvard d2a (zori)

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He wore his worst training suit for this. 

Anarchy's always been a skeptic for the little things; paranoid on the things that don't matter. It's easy to pull the wool over his eyes, just tell him what he doesn't want to hear. "Spar sign-ups?" he asked Annie, almost a little too excited- starting so soon? It sent an exciting chill down his spine, Anarchy thought the Games were a formula. The same system over and over, just with different variables. 

But this? This is something new! Capitol must have given production a budget cut this season. 

It's in sloppy handwriting he wrote down Anarcy Mer D4 on the list. Mark your calendars, this is the point Arc settles into game mode. Survival mode, eyeing up the other tributes a new light: he hoped to fight Nylon, honestly. Or Bastian, one of the D2s maybe -- he wanted to see what they were all about, if he really had something to worry about. 

He's running his hands through his hair as the three male comes in - "Arthur! What's up, babe?" He mocks the boy's tribute interview, it's practically all he knows of the guy. One district higher; that does something to a career. A little something to prove. 

"I was just hoping it'd be someone hot!" 

Anarchy greets him with a fake handshake, throwing the first punch before waiting for whatever official start -- in the arena it's on sight, no need to play around fake rules. It's a left hook into Arthur's arm as a warm welcome into the room. 

Let's get a little dirty. 



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[ table by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] ]

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[marguerite harvard d2a (zori)]

a r t h u r .

"Yeah, the night's not over, you're not trying hard enough
Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road
The wait is over, I'm now taking over
You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough"

When he’d gone and signed his name to spar it’d mostly been as a joke. Arthur had almost considered not showing up to the match because he knew he was going to get his ass handed to him. He had been scrappy back in three, but only among the twiggy kids and tweakers who ran just as soon as they’d been punched in the nose. And while Arthur had the advantage of focusing a smidge more on brawn versus brain, none of that focus had carried over to tactics.

He had been smart enough to realize kids in one, two, and four spent their whole lives carving out washboard abs and coiling sinew thinking about choking boys like Arthur out. The chance that he’d come away from two weeks’ worth of training with the same alacrity in his fists approached zero.

Which meant of course using his brother’s tried and true motto: I’d rather see you lose than me win.

When the going got tough, he’d just resort to doing as much damage as possible, emotionally, physically, spiritually – didn’t matter so long as it left his foes scarred. Go low? He was going to blow right past the sub-basement until he hit sheetrock. And not because he was cruel or his mind was going, but that he knew if he didn’t play by the rules or do the expected he’d stand a far better chance.

Anarchy was just another basic white boy with too much to prove.

“Pleased to meet you Archie,” Arthur replied, hand sliding out of the handshake, too slow on the uptake to see the blow coming for his arm.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.”

Action. Reaction.

He went for the throat. Specifically, the bitch’s windpipe.

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5048 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Unarmed)

12/15

elegant

unarmed

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"Pleased to meet you," maybe it's the conditioning but Arc's picturing this fight in the arena. 

Something coastal, maybe he it's top eight and the gamemakers took away the weapons. A game of predictions and he's smiling with the first punch, a winner's only good up until they lose. Anarchy scans him up and down, wonders what Arthur'll look like after a week of starving and running and fighting. 

Make a living off of it, "so that's how it's going to be." 

"Shocked?" He's a boy made to play dirty, born a mustang for someone else's betting game. District 3's for the smart kids, one notch higher on the same rope and he can't afford to be 4th in line if only one person makes it out, you know? There's a second where he tries to say something failingly-charming, his mouth opens for a second before he chokes to block Arthur's hit. 

It's all hand to hand, district 3's fist landing in the center of Anarchy's crossed forearms. "Going for the throat, brutal!" I like it, something about a man who doesn't play nice. He'll swing quicker next time; Arc shakes the hesitation out of his arms, circling for a second as they make eye contact. 

Let's not make any enemies now, yeah? 

"I guess you already got me figured out," he says with a shrug, closest thing to a compliment that'll come out his mouth, "but what do you know about fighting?" Arc should have paid more attention during three's reaping, taken a bit more notes. 

Artie, though, he should pay more attention to these hands. 



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It comes as a tag and go, Arc bunching his hands into the front of Arthur’s shirt before pushing him back. It’s not enough to knock three off kilter, Artie and Archie scrambling to land some kind of hit before breaking with more distance. He’s a big guy, bigger than Arc expected from the reaping. His eyes are on Artie as they circle, the gamemakers eyes burning harder on the back of his neck.

What’ll they do, he wonders, if I try to kill him now?

Better not try my luck.

[ table by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] ]

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[marguerite harvard d2a (zori)]

a r t h u r .

"Yeah, the night's not over, you're not trying hard enough
Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road
The wait is over, I'm now taking over
You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough"

Growing up alongside his brother Stanley had meant lots of bruises and black eyes. Not because they hated one another, if anything his sibling had tattooed endearment across his chest in splotches of black and blue. They were brothers, knockdown, drag out brothers that argued over little things because little things were all that they had. A poster of Klaus, their favorite victor? Or maybe who got to spend an afternoon on the skateboard they had scrimped, saved, and stolen to buy?

But while love was a fickle thing, he’d never known any less with Stanley. He’d taught him that what the boys had thought of his hair or the smell of his clothes – his mother’s home cooking suspect and foreign – mattered little. And when he felt they crossed a line, it meant shadowing them on the way home and hauling them into a dark alley to have nice little chat. They’d had one another’s backs.

Arthur’s courage wasn’t measured on how hard he could hit or whether he could win this fight. It was the dogged determination, the same hustle that had him taking photos and plastering them on posters all over town, that would see him from one sunrise to the next.

“WhAt Do YoU kNoW aBoUt FiGhTiNG…” Arthur spat back at Arc. Oh good, another career that thought he had this in the bag because he’d been conditioned, trained, and bred for this. He smirked up until the boy grabbed him by his shirt and gave him a shove to send Arthur careening backward. Shit. He was strong and maybe it would’ve been better not to try and rile him up before they actually got into the arena.

Except Arthur didn’t much feel like making the right moves. Maybe he and Nylon could just pile on him, maybe the whole of the bloodbath would just have it out for Arthur. At least if he made the rift now it’d be a better reason than dying for none at all.

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[result:5072 -- 3 damage(Unarmed)]

This time Arthur charged and swung his right fist into Arc's chest with a thud. As he connected, he brought his other hand around the career's back in an attempt to grab on a hold to wrestle.

"Didn't have to figure you out, kid. You're what's to be expected, huh?" A goon - someone that'd rip his eyes out to get ahead. Arthur could almost admire it, if he didn't want to kill fascists so goddamn much.


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elegant

unarmed