boo! robinmauve day 1

[Wonder]

robin keeni, district 6

The afternoon crawled past in a dreary heat. Sweat dripped aimlessly down his neck staining the back of the scouts' uniform. Robin awaited any visitors who might come and try and attack, but so far, so good - knocking on wood in his head as he traipsed around the adventure course. He'd checked the canteen he'd nearly died in the bloodbath for, but no water. The silver flask taunted him, but he was confident in his ability to find something to drink. It wasn't like the toxic wasteland that Flynn had faced last year, the lustrous flora and fauna promised a more natural landscape.

There were certain things to expect out of an arena like this - insects, big ol' bugs. Robin had never been squeamish so the idea of fighting some two-headed cockroach wasn't the worst nightmare he could have. He thought back to the year they'd had dark cavern systems where you couldn't see if you didn't have a lantern, fighting in the dark. Or the year they were in a literal hourglass sinking in the sands and having to not drown. Enclosed spaces were not made for an agile boy, his best chances were somewhere he could run far and free. Maybe that's why he found an odd comfort in the obstacles strewn around him, their simple wooden designs reminiscent of home.

Robin found himself spending the afternoon teetering around the course. Tiptoeing on the wooden walls, swinging around on the rope. It seemed irresponsible, silly even, to enjoy the day like this but - he couldn't see anyone, surely he could outrun half of the people in this arena? No? Robin could see one hundred possible exits in all surrounding areas, and the handy pull-string bag he'd picked up hugged him tightly. What was wrong with a little fun when he was bound to die this week anyway? Robin could hear Flynn screaming in his head to do something more productive, but he'd already disappointed the young mentor in finding an alliance, and it didn't seem like Robin would end up doing much better.

The climbing rope had teased him all afternoon, the bell at the top calling his name. Wouldn't it be cool if he could show off to the audience by climbing? That would pull some sponsors in, right? Show the kid from Six has some tricks up his sleeve? Hell, he'd somehow already managed an eight from his private training score - Lord knows how he'd accomplished such a high number. Was it just meant to be a target? Take this idiot out first for wasting our time? Robin marched towards the rope and gripped it in both hands looking starkly upwards. He put his bag to the side of the course as to not weigh him down in his climb.

Time to show off.




Doing a JFF dice roll for myself, Robin trying to climb the rope.

For this evening, 4-Sided Dice Roll.

1: Robin successfully climbs halfway up the rope
2-4: He pulls himself up once, a couple of feet off the ground, and immediately falls back down.

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Mauve doesn't wait to see if the other follow. If they didn't she wasn't quite sure if she would see it as much of a loss. Unslinging her fanny pack from her shoulder she tosses it on the ground, lazily swinging around the axe that Atticus had sent her. Obstacles and challengers were scattered around her, ropes and nets and logs and-

Robin Keeni.

He clung to a rope, his shirt saturated in sweat, dangling like a bait before Mauves eyes. Mauves lips pull back into a grin as she saunters over to him, swinging her axe onto her shoulder. He was the first tribute she had seen since leaving the bloodbath and she felt her heart begin to beat faster, excitement causing through her. She remembered the dark haired boy from the training center, he reminded her of Beth, her darling sister keeping mother company whilst she was away-

Mother! Oh dear, in the rush of everything over the last week, Mauve had forgotten about her darling mother. She wondered how she was doing, was she feeling fatigued? Was starvation starting to take effect? What did it feel like when the body began eating itself, desperate for food. When would her kidneys fail? Would she be cold? When the body started to shut down, it preserves energy, and bodily functions such as temperature regulation isn't essential compared to maintaining the beat of a heart. And it was essential that her heart reminded beating if she was ever to see her loving daughter once again.

Mauve returns her gaze back to Robin. He hadn't noticed her yet, his attention solely focused pulling his body weight up the rope. Dropping her gaze she notices his pack by the ropes base. Grin growing she moves towards it, flicking her gaze up at the tasty bait before her. If she's quick enough...

Thievery roll:
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Cursing, she trips over a rock she hadn't noticed, so focused on Robin and his pack she gave herself away. She looses herself for a moment, before she gathers herself, her smug smile slipping back into place. Forgetting the bag as she looks up at the struggling boy from six. "What have I got here," she purrs, fingers wrapping around the thick rope that the boy clung too. "You should come down, lets have some fun." Maybe it didn't matter that she missed her chance at slipping something from his bag unnoticed, maybe the real treat was the boy who dangle above her. If only he would come down and play.

She gives the rope a shake, looking up at him with a sweet smile, "come doooown," she coos, "I won't hurt you....

Much."

1-20

[Wonder]

robin keeni, district 6

Pride cometh before the fall.

Robin Keeni had fell victim to life's most egregious sin, pride. In looking for pity, in looking for favor from the sponsors, he'd forgotten the signal fire he'd lit in being so high. He served as a beacon calling out to all killers: here is food - ready for the taking with no possibility of escape. What had started as a mission fueled with purpose had quickly devolved into a life-or-death crisis.

He didn't notice her until it was too late. Though her aura brought an eerie coldness, Mauve had somehow bypassed his senses entirely. In the joy and shock that had come from succeeding in climbing the rope, the monstrous girl had parked herself in the perfect position just below him. Her petite hand attached itself angrily to the hanging rope. A sly grin spread across her mean mug as she jeered upwards towards the helpless boy. Their previous bump in the training facility had already given Robin nightmares - a cat-like Mauve toying above his paralyzed body cutting him piece-to-piece. But, in reality, the situation was much grimmer: Robin Keeni was about the die by being skewered on an ax.

The silver ax head glint in the beating sun, its reflections flirting dangerously with Robin's eyes. Clasping onto the rope as tightly as he could, his clammy hands became a desperate reminder of the sun beating above. It would only be so long before something would give way, the likelihood of that being Robin's grip over Mauve's patience was exceedingly high. The girl from Three taunted him gingerly. Each syllable spat a seething poison that clung to the air around them. Robin's golden eyes glanced desperately around the area hopeful for any chance at escape, at survival. Those hopes were dashed as quickly as they came. The only solution was to go down, and down was where Mauve sat begging him to come to play.

"Please," Robin finally managed to croak out pathetically, every limb including his neck now wrapped tightly around the climbing rope, its braiding imprinting across his skin. Mauve's grip had sent ripples up the thread threatening to lash the lanky boy right off. "I'll come down just -" with every surge of the rope he felt his stomach lurch as the threat of dropping grew direr. "Just please stop shaking, I'll come down if you just stop shaking." The last bit of his sentence pushed out as if it were all one word. He begged the murderess to stop. His voice might have cracked a time or two but his memory didn't carry that as he trembled fastened to the rope.



What Happens To Robin Roulette Part 2:

1: Robin tries to climb higher out of reach of an ax swing and loses one hand's grip.
2: Robin tries to climb higher out of reach and succeeds closer to the bell.
3: Robin firepole slides down violently so that his butt is now at Mauve's eye level.
4: Robin freezes waiting for Mauve to respond but starts sliding down with each shake

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Robin freezes the moment the words begin to slip from eager lips, like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes desperately looking for an escape they both knew he wouldn't find. After all Mauve wasn't here alone, somewhere behind her three others followed, capitol supplies clutched to their sides, only a thin layer of sweat on brows. We wore no wounds, only a tension that could cut like a knife between strangers who didn't trust each other. With each rough shake of the rope he seems to slip a little, hands failing him in his attempts to stay out of the sharks jaw. Mauve gives another tug at it, watching in anticipation as he slips a little further, she could almost reach up and grab his ankle is she wanted.

And she wanted to.

"Please," the boy pleads, desperate to stay out of her reach. "I'll come down just, just please stop shaking, I'll come down if you just stop shaking." Mauve's hand stills on the rope, contemplating Robins request. She didn't trust him, but again what other option did he have but to come down? He couldn't stay up there much longer, she could see his body beginning to tremble from the effort of holding him up. Not to mention before they would know it the rest of her allies would catch up, throwing in their demands on what to do with her prize.

She wanted him to herself, she wanted to hear his screams, she wanted to be the reason for his tears, she wanted his blood coating her hands, she wanted to feel him die beneath her bare fingers. She didn't want to share, and was sure that Liara would prefer to just slit his throat quickly, a quick, relatively painless death that would have a canon booming and Mauve's cravings left to grow, leaving her so very hungry.

Her fingers twitch on the rope, she couldn't let Liara have him. He was her's and hadn't even started with him yet. Sighing, she lets go, her piercing blue eyes finding his dark ones, that reminded of her of his child victor, Flynn Garner.

Does Mauve let Robin down?

1. Yes, she steps back, letting go of the rope.
2. Yeah, nah, she throws a few rocks at him and taunts him a little longer.

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Leaning down Mauve picks up a handful of small rocks, picking one from her palm she rolls it between her fingers, "you look pathetic up there, you know." Pulling her arm back she tosses it at him, the small pebble sharp enough to cause irritation, not enough to break the skin. "Like a terrified mouse. It's kinda sad." She rolls another pebble between her fingers, holding it up before her she closes one eye, using the other to scope out her target before she launches at him with a satisfied growl at it strikes his forehead. "I don't think your child victor will be able to spin this in a way that will get you sponsors."

1-2

[Wonder]

robin keeni, district 6

He slipped down the rope centimeters at a time, each slight ripping at the top layer of Robin's palms. He could feel the twine digging deeper into his hands, the rope would soon be lathered in his blood if he didn't come up with a plan. But the only string of thought Robin could bring himself to muster was a series of cuss words on a full-lung screaming loop. With each passing second, he watched the victory bell grow further and further away and his death grow closer. It was all Mauve's doing, her shaking of the rope loosening his once confident grip. But as if he were a carrot on a fishing rod, Mauve reeled the young boy from Six closer to her hungry maw and chomped.

Words hurt, and as Mauve tossed her abuse towards Robin he felt the imminent doom approaching. This was all meant to help Flynn. But in doing this, he'd probably completely fucked up any confidence that the viewership had, say goodbye sponsorships. What kind of idiot would find themselves in this situation, especially with that girl? Everyone could tell from the second she was reaped that she was an absolute monster - but Robin had to go and play the thoughtless hero. Typical.

Then came the rocks.

At first, Robin thought they were bugs, the arena bugs just swatting at his legs. But then a larger one hit his right thigh, bouncing off and falling to the grass with a thud. A fucking rock? "Are you kidding me?" He shouted below without thought of consequence, forgetting who his visitor was. "A fucking rock?" It would have been funny if this whole situation didn't reek of probable death. Robin, who previously had been afraid to look down towards the hunter, now couldn't help but watch her as she lobbed rocks upward to dislodge him. She's nuts? Right? Like this was completely unhinged behavior? Even for a normal Games? Robin gawked at her in displeasure as the burning in his hands turned to throbbing. What a way to go, he thought. Of all the things that could have killed him, of all the dumb ideas over the years -

With a deep breath, Robin lowered himself to the ground, careful to avoid any rocks that might be traveling towards his head. In a last-ditch effort of agility, he dropped to the dirt below a few feet from the ground directly beside Mauve and instinctively brought up his hands to guard his face. Robin had survived the tussle with the Eleven girl in the bloodbath, surely he could defend himself here. If he somersaulted backward, maybe he could run off? Then he saw it lingering behind her, his bag. In all the commotion of climbing, he'd forgotten he'd put down his bag as to not drag him down. So all there was left to do was beg.

"Please don't kill me." He pleaded, not even looking Mauve in the eye. Robin clasped his aching hands together in front of his face, a prayer and line of defense. "Please, I can't die on the first day. I just can't." Robin felt the embarrassment flow through him as he begged. "Remember when no one died for like three days the other year, I can't not yet - it's day one and Flynn -" he felt his body tense up at the mention of his mentor, the unexpected weight of his victory finally spoken aloud. Like a dark secret that Robin had been carrying since the reaping, his fear, and jealousy of the previous victor. Robin wasn't sad, he wasn't crying, more than anything he was exasperated. He was lonely and scared. He was a boy left out of all the cliques, a boy without protection, and a boy with an impossible legacy to follow.

"Please not today."

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"Are you kidding me?" He shouts just as another one is lobbed in his direction. His voice was raised as though he had forgotten where he was and who he was talking too. Mauves eyebrows raise slightly at the volume of his voice, almost impressed considering he was a blabbering mess a moment before. Maybe the kid did have some balls. Maybe.

Mauve aims another rock when he sighs his surrender, lowering himself to the ground carefully. Mauves fingers tighten around her axe as she pulls it from her shoulder, allowing it to fall to her side, a subtle warning. She rests the head on her boot, the early moment of awe she had felt evaporating as the pleading begins once again. Eyes refusing to meet her own he pleads for his life, begging her to spare him, even if it was just for one day. With each pathetic plea that slipped from his lips brushed against her skin teasingly, lovingly. Mauve loved it when her victims begged her, pleading for something that she knew she could not give.

True, she preferred them on their knees, tears streaked faces turned towards God, in this case Mauve Morganstern herself.

Robin Keeni was not on his knees.

And his damned cheeks were dry.

"Please not today."

Mauve moves quick, her leg sweeping out to knock the boy off his feet. "Usually when people beg me, they are on their knees," her sings, his knees hitting the grassy ground with a hard thud. She closes some of the distance between them, her hands roughly grabbing his chin she forces his gaze to meet her own. "What do you think Flynn would think of you know? On your knees, begging me to spare you?" She bends down, her eyes burning into his gold. If his were fire then he's were ice, smothering the flame until it was nothing my a smoking pile of ash.

There is the hushed sound of voices behind them and Mauve rips her gaze from his, flicking it over her shoulder. She could see movement, Bellamy and the others finally catching up to her. She could see Liara's red hair, a bacon against their green surrounding. "Shit," Mauve couldn't allow Liara to see Robin. Robin was hers.

How does Mauve save her prize from ending up in Liara's hand?

1. She roughly grabs Robin by the arm, dragging him to the shelter of a tree growls at him to get out of here.
2. She lunges at him, hand around his throat she makes some threats before she tell him to get his pathetic ass out of here
3. Hands him over to liara, nah jokes, shoves him to his feet and tells him to get out of here.

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Her axe slips from her hands as she pushes the boy to the ground, her body trapping his beneath her. "Looks like it your lucky day," she hisses into his ear, one hand pressed against his mouth, cutting off any sounds from escaping his lips. "Say one word and I''ll kill you." Pulling it away she wraps her fingers around his neck, a reminder of her threat, like a gun pressed against his temple. She pushed the annoyance she felt towards her alliance and Liara interrupting her too early, her gaze flicking over her shoulder quickly once again.

"I'll only say this once. Get out of here, before I hand you over to that dumbass career. Though, dying by her hand might be a mercy." Mauves fingers tighten slightly, and she fights the need to squeeze tighter, with a strained gasp she pulls her hand away, pushing herself to her feet she drags him with her, her fingers curled into the collar of her shirt. She hated what she had to do next, she felt like it was a betrayal to herself, shoving the boy towards the tree line. "I'll give you today, kid. But you owe me, and I will come to collect."

1-3

[Wonder]

robin keeni, district 6

Mauve represented every fear that Robin had conceived of when imagining the arena. A trained hunter with a lack of empathy, a tease. Trained and ruthless, she'd awaited this opportunity her whole life. Pretty. Why did she have to be pretty too? That was the most demented part of all of it. While she easily kicked out his legs from beneath him and dragged him upwards by the chin, Robin couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Her giant gripping eyes condemned his soul, but yeah, she was cute. If that wasn't the teenage experience, what was? Facing death face-to-face and wondering in the last second if maybe... if maybe he could steal one quick kiss - his first? No. Stop. Hormones suck.

But dying sucked more.

The situation seemed to phase in and out of reality around him as Robin felt himself watching everything both outwardly and from within himself. In seconds, he saw flashes of home: twin beds and burlap curtains, a desk covered in dust except for the remnants of book prints. He saw a Tree Rabbit, clutched to a branch in the distance, a meal he perhaps could have gotten had he not obsessed over proving his machoness. Its wings outspread, the creature flew onwards, away from the scene, Robin didn't blame it. He heard Mauve speaking but couldn't register her words, the bitter staccatos barreling their intent towards him like shockwaves. He saw father, leaning back on a tree, flipping a golden coin over and over. Only Robin knew the secret: both sides were heads.

Funny. Turns out: when it came to Fight or Flight, he'd ended up with the worst result: freeze. What little bravado had climbed its way out of Robin moments earlier had fled right out of his body entirely. Even the ring of knives that sat poised and readily attached to his hip seemed momentarily unattainable in this moment of crisis. Like Medusa of myth, Mauve's stare paralyzed the fifteen-year-old and set him to stone, but unlike in stories, her broken stare freed him.

Another voice. Voices? In Robin's slip of consciousness, he hadn't heard more people approaching. But now, as he tuned his ears towards their surroundings, Robin heard them clear as day. The footsteps changed something in Mauve. Once a ruthless lioness, for a split second (and Robin even found himself doubting he'd seen it), Mauve appeared to look as panicked as a helpless shrew. But even though Robin had witnessed the flash, the fear - the moment of panic, perhaps it had been his own projection of anxiety and finality. After all, Mauve seemed unbreaking with every move. Maybe he shouldn't have asked her to spare him maybe her swift skills would have been enough to end this quicker? Eventually, Robin would have to face the inevitable.

Almost simultaneously with noticing the others, Mauve's delicate hand pressed up against his mouth forcing him to keep hushed. Was this the closest Robin had ever been to a girl? He remembered kissing Lunella Iman in the school play, but that didn't count since she told everyone afterward that his breath smelt like tire rubber. By that metric, did this moment count? Mauve's slim frame pressed up against his, she was taller than him, oh God, concentrate, "- once. Get out of here, before I hand you over to that dumbass career."

Robin almost couldn't believe it. He wanted to kiss the palms that covered his lips threateningly. Robin wasn't going to die on day one, not yet at least. As the approaching alliance threatened his livelihood, he now stood a better chance of slipping away. Robin didn't try to whisper a reply, just nodded eagerly with a wide-eyed understanding that beggingly told the girl he consented to her rules. Anything. Anything to stay alive. Didn't have to tell Robin twice, barely once.

With a fresh exuberance, he grabs his bag, quietly slips its drawstring coils around his arms, and takes off into the trees. Robin left Mauve to deal with what he thought to be her alliance, knowing now he'd made a deal with the devil, and soon she'd come back for what she was owed.