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 Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:00 pm
Having successfully navigated another challenge, quite literally using her own amazing a**, Elalinde's grin was threatening to split her face in half. At least, until she got to the next obstacle. Standing for a moment and staring at the small mudhill, she wondered if she'd be able to make it through this one. Oh sure, she could try to just bull her way through, but somehow, that didn't really seem prudent. She wanted to make it through the marathon without any serious injuries.
Grey eyes lit upon the buried hand holds and slowly, her grin returned. Okay, it would take her a little more time, but the hand holds did seem her best bet.
[c] Try to make it to the hand-holds, using them to help pull yourself through the mire, because speed doesn’t matter.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 7:28 pm
Leo got across the “lava” without mishap, thought the same could not be said of the chick he’d been eyeing. She fell and splattered in the mud, and while a girl in mud was something he’d be interested in any other time, he had a race to win. Without so much as a backwards glance, Leo ran off, eventually coming upon the muddy wall. He couldn’t think of any ingenious use for his blanket, so he wrapped it around his neck and eyed the wall, considering. After several seconds her realized he’d spent far too long thinking – it was still a race, and he was still in the middle of the pack – so speed it was.
He wrapped his blanket around his neck, wiped his hands on his shorts, and took a few steps back to give him extra room, before charging full-tilt at the wall, determined to barrel his way over it. And hey, a good-looking black-haired woman and a well-built guy had tried the same, so if they all ended up sliding back down the wall and ending up in a heap? There were certainly worse people to end up in a pile with.
Charge up the center like a raging bull, because you’re strong like bull! What are walls??
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:15 pm
PROMPT FIVE - THE BUDDY SYSTEM Those souls that made an attempt to leap would be rewarded by the feeling of wood beneath the mud, which they gripped on to, digging toes into the slick surface until they pulled their bellies along the top. Sure, they ended up covered in muck, but they were over it and on their way!
The more zealous competitors, however, taking the wall at a sprint, would be dismayed to find their foot slipping, rather than planting, against the mud and sliding down as their face found wall. Ouch. At least the mud softened the impact as they slid down in defeat and were assisted off the course by marathon staff.
The final, slowest group of wall climbers carefully picked their way from foothold to handhold, some of which seemed to shift, but stopped short of pulling free, until they were over the top. On the other side, they were encouraged to put some hustle in their bustle and catch up to the others, a group that included:
Boaz Crawford
Destiny Kent
Ian Davis
Ernest D. Ritter
Mathias White
Elalinde Pope
The course went on another half mile before they found another challenge.
A marathon official very seriously points out your fallen alley - a thirty pound sandbag, and informs you that you’ll need to carry them to safety, through a narrow part of the course with marathon volunteers lining each side. Fortunately, you don’t see any paint-filled super soakers, but unfortunately, you’ve got to get your comrade to safety, while under attack!
The volunteers carry “boffers” and you will have to run the gauntlet. Can you make it through, blocking their attacks, while also carrying your friend? Dropping them will eliminate you from the race!
Do you:
[a] Take the gauntlet slow and steady! No one said it was timed, and you don’t want to drop that bag! No pain, no gain!
Forget being a victim! Get one of those boffers and strike back!
[c] Take the course as quickly as possible. The longer you spend in the gauntlet, the more likely a volunteer is to get a lucky hit!
[Instructions: Please include your character's NAME in your narrative, so we know who they are. Please write what your character attempts, and we will let you know in the next prompt if they succeed! You are free to include your character attempting to use the item they won in the first prompt! Sometimes it will affect the outcome, if they use it properly, sometimes it won’t! To use an item, simply bold the item in red somewhere in your narrative and let us know that the character is going to see what they can do with it, and see what happens!
You have 24 hours OR until everyone has posted!]
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:37 pm
Destiny was glad she made it, landing over on the other side and smiling to herself. This was turning into more of a challenge than she thought and the sheen of sweat on her body told her the workout she was getting now would be worth a beer or two once she got home and showered away the grime.
Starting on again she kept a decent pace. She wasn't trying to overcome all of her competitors because she didn't want to wind herself. She didn't want to fall behind either and tried to stay in the upper part of the middle. When she saw the newest obstacle at first she was confused. As someone explained she went from confused to annoyed.
Oh what in the holy hell? First paint, then lava, then climbing a damn mud wall? Now lugging a thirty pound sandbag? At least she still had the bandages wrapped around her hands for grip though they were getting worn by now.
This had to be the end. It just had to. If she was saving her strength for any time at all it was now. As she hoisted the damn bad she laid it across her shoulders and draped her arms over it like a farmer's yoke for balance and to have her body bear the burden more than her arms. Destiny broke into a run sprinting as quickly as she could through the gauntlet toward whatever lay beyond. If they hit her they hit her. She had a good chance of keeping this damn sandbag on her and balanced if they did but she knew her strength wouldn't hold out much longer.
It had been quite a race.
[c] Take the course as quickly as possible. The longer you spend in the gauntlet, the more likely a volunteer is to get a lucky hit!
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:54 pm
Mathias was glad he'd made it this far - it had been trying, it had been grueling, but he'd had fun. After a solid run of a half mile he wasn't too keen on getting smacked around by boffers while carrying what amounted to an average sized toddler.
Taking a deep breath, he knelt down and picked up the bag, holding it close to his chest as he started his way down the alley. His father always said leave no man behind, and Mathias wasn't about to do that.
His plan was to defend the sandbag with his life, and if that means they got a lot of free hits - so be it - he wasn't about to increase his chances of fumbling by charging down the alley, no sir, his goal was to stick this out as best he could.
Taking a deep breath, he began the long slog down the alley, cradling the sandbag close to his body.
[a] Take the gauntlet slow and steady! No one said it was timed, and you don't want to drop that bag! No pain, no gain!
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:58 pm
Ernest believed himself to be in pretty darn good shape but he was starting to get a bit winded by the time he reached the next challenge. "Ya'll have got to be kiddin'," he said out loud to no one in particular when he figured out what he had to do next. If he was home and hadn't been running for such a while as well as the previous challenges there would be no issues with him running the gauntlet with the sandbag, but at his current condition.... he wasn't so sure.
With a growl he wiped off the bungee cord as best as he could and used it to lash the sand bag to his lower back. Leaning forward to keep it steady he then laced his fingers together behind his back to support the bottom half of the sand bag. Taking a few extra moments to make sure it was settled properly and wouldn't be going anywhere, at least not without him attached, he stood as was ready go. He needed to pick up speed and the longer he had to carry his 'alley' the heaver it would feel so speed was the name of this game. He started racing through the course as fast as possible doing his best to deflect the blows or outright dodge them. Only time would tell if he will make it through.
[c] Take the course as quickly as possible. The longer you spend in the gauntlet, the more likely a volunteer is to get a lucky hit!
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 11:39 pm
As with all good things, Madelyn's luck had finally run out, and had she been a spectator of the event and not a participant, she could have openly admitted that the sight of her trying to run through the middle and faceplanting herself into the wall would have been hilarious. In fact, it was hilarious, and had she not been at risk of choking on mud, she would have found herself laughing silly at the thought of how silly she must have looked.
Still, the sting of defeat was a pretty hefty one, and she had just enough time to wipe some of the mud from her face to see the marathon official coming to escort her out of the field. She scoffed at the notion and politely waved him off, before taking the time to untie the bungee cord from her waist and seeing herself off of the course.
"Unlike my bratty sister, I know how to accept my defeat with some ounce of dignity," Madelyn said to the official with a polite, if not a little spiteful, smile, which was likely hidden under the mask of mud that still caked her face. She meant no spite to the official, really, but she could stand on her own two feet and see herself to the door, so to speak. She shouted to the other competitors that ran up ahead, and from what she saw, she was beginning to think that she got the better end of the deal by getting eliminated. "Good luck!"
A defeat was a defeat, and maybe she wasn't as athletic as Gwen. But she at least proved to her little sister that she wasn't afraid of a challenge, and she wasn't afraid to get her hands a little dirty either. Or face. Or entire body. Or would have proved herself to her, had Gwen not been working. Maybe someone would take a picture of her embarrassing defeat and she could rub it in Gwen's face when she got back from work?
"I'll rub it in her face... after a good, long shower."
EXIT
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 4:03 am
A fallen ally in the form of a sandbag that he would have to defend to the death as he carried it to safety beyond the course ahead. Interesting. Boaz supposed that he could assume that his ally's status was stable and need not warrant going into a full cardiorespiratory assessment prior to doing anything else so as to ensure that he/she wasn't in any immediate threat of losing his/her life. Something that was a force of habit for those in his line of work obviously. He might not have had the time to catch the Hunger Games movie in person when it was still showing awhile back, but he would certainly make it a point to watch the re-run at the cinema or grab a copy of the dvd once all this was over and done with now that his interest in the series had been piqued as a result of this event.
Crossing over to one of the sandbags that noone else had gone for as of yet, he squatted down to slide his hands and fingers beneath it so that he could support its weight between his torso and arms, taking a deep breath and holding it in before he carefully got up. It took him a while to get used to the weight, his arms already beginning to protest with the strain that they were being subjected to. Still, he gritted his teeth and bore with it as he began to gingerly make his way through the course while keeping an eye out for the volunteers with their "boffers". He had already made it this far so there was no way that he was going to give up on his ally and this race right here and now!
[a] Take the gauntlet slow and steady! No one said it was timed, and you don’t want to drop that bag! No pain, no gain!
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 6:11 am
Tempting as it might have been once over the wall to simply collapse and get her breath back, Elalinde simply nodded to the official telling the "survivors" to put some hustle on and gave herself a few seconds to shake out her arms and legs. Then, with a deep breath, she set off at an easy jog, allowing her muscles to keep warm without putting too much more stress on them.
Upon arriving at the stack of sandbags with yet another smiling coordinator, Elalinde listened carefully to what they were supposed to do. Carry a sandbag through the gauntlet? No problem!
"I knew there was a reason I picked you," she crooned softly to her space blanket as she unknotted it from her waist and rapidly spread it out on the ground. Snagging a sandbag, she plopped it into the center of the blanket before knotting the corners of the blanket together and hefting the package to test her knots. It would do, she thought as she slid her arms through the holes of her makeshift sling. It wouldn't be easy to run with a sandbag strapped to her chest, but she'd manage. And best of all, her blanket sling allowed her to keep one arm around her "ally" while leaving the other free to ward off attacks. Once sure of the weight and her knots, Elalinde set off at a dash through the gauntlet. She could do this!
[c] Take the course as quickly as possible. The longer you spend in the gauntlet, the more likely a volunteer is to get a lucky hit!
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 8:50 am
[a] Take the gauntlet slow and steady! No one said it was timed, and you don’t want to drop that bag! No pain, no gain!
He had sprinted for a portion of the track after conquering the wall, and then had slowed back into a jog once he had caught up with a portion of the racers. It wasn't long before there was another challenge, with another smiling coordinator, and volunteers lining the sides of a narrow passageway.
There wasn't going to be a good way of doing this.
Ian Davis looked at his bag of sand, and at the volunteers holding boffers. Ick. This was going to be slightly painful. He picked up the bag, adjusting his hold on it the best he could, and then started through the passage.
There was no way that he was going to be able to take this quickly, so that meant that he was in for some pain. He could handle that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 12:06 pm
PROMPT SIX - FACE THE FLAMES Those resourceful enough to either form a sling with which to carry their comrade, or strap them to their back or chest, and sprint through the gauntlet make it through with minimal bruising. Similarly, the few that hunkered down and proceeded at a crawl emerge victorious, if battered.
It’s getting to that point in the marathon that you see fewer and fewer faces, comrades-in-arms hardened by the fact that you are the only ones to survive. Or at least that’s how it will be romanticized in the press releases for next year, along with your pictures! Make sure to look convincing, okay? No doubt your arms and legs ache from carrying your ‘fallen’ sandbuddy, you’re no doubt muddy, and you’re about ready to end this marathon...as the victor of course!
The finish can’t be far away and you pick up speed to hopefully beat out your competitors there. After everything that happened there can’t be more obstacles. You’d have seen them by now, right?
Wrong.
Turning the last corner before they reach the finish line, Matthias White, Ernest D. Ritter, Boaz Crawford, Elalinde Pope, and Ian Davis feel a rush of heat as a line of fire snakes its way across the path, effectively blocking you from going any further. There’s no chance that this is an illusion; the heat is incredible as you get closer and closer to it, forcing you to back away from it or face the possibility of a burn!
Standing on the other side is a coordinator, the same one from the beginning of the race who started you all fleeing from paint guns. “As a tribute to the girl on fire, we thought this was very appropriate. You have to cross without catching some part of yourself on fire. Good luck.” Those were all the instructions she could, or would, give.
How in the world were you going to accomplish this?!
[a] Try to master the flames with something you have on hand.
Take your chances and run through it. You can’t be that flammable.
[c] Cry. Who ARE these people?!
[Instructions: Please include your character's NAME in your narrative, so we know who they are. Please write what your character attempts, and we will let you know in the next prompt if they succeed! You are free to include your character attempting to use the item they won in the first prompt! Sometimes it will affect the outcome, if they use it properly, sometimes it won’t! To use an item, simply bold the item in red somewhere in your narrative and let us know that the character is going to see what they can do with it, and see what happens!
You have 24 hours OR until everyone has posted!]
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 12:41 pm
Akito had been running, running, and almost free and then someone was in front of him. Colliding with the person he would have shouted at them had he not noticed they were working for this marathon. His dark eyes looked them over as he couldn't hear what they said over the noise around them. It was when they pointed to him and to the sidelines that he stared at himself.
When had he gotten hit with paint? He didn't know but he saw the paint spatters on his clothing and stared at it for a moment in utter wonder. Well he was out. Nodding he headed for the side lines, he would stay and watch everything going on, no doubt about that, this was still so interesting even if he wasn't participating. So he stood on the sidelines now watching everyone and watching as other people were removed from the game.
As people progressed he would follow from the sidelines, wanting to not miss a single thing.
[EXIT POST]
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 1:43 pm
Mathias stared at the fire for a moment in disbelief. Seriously? He didn't remember signing an injury indemnity clause - but you know what, he was pretty sure they'd of snuck one in there if this was what they had been planning. Gritting his teeth, he thought for a moment.
Fire, really? It would be fire now wouldn't it? It was times like this that he was desparately thankful he kept his hair cropped close to his skull, else he'd likely not have any left.
Of course he was wearing a tank top and shorts, and his hands were covered in bandages. Though, he was pretty sure if he went quickly enough, and stripped down enough - he might be able to make it through without serious injury or even catching fire.
It would require a little bit of luck and with any luck, a lot of guts from him.
Taking a deep breath, he unwound the bandages from his hands, and knelt down, stripping off his shirt and folding it as small as he could, before wrapping the bandages around it and tying it into a knot. He then rubbed any-and-all of the dust and muck on his body around his bare skin, trying to get as much coverage as possible before tucking the bundle as close to his chest he could.
Then he geared up, and sprinted as hard and as fast as his battered body would allow, and jumped through the flames as hard as he could, hoping his speed would carry him through the flames unsinged.
Take your chances and run through it. You can't be that flammable.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 6:06 pm
Ernest was more then glad to dump his sandbuddy by the end of the course. His arms hurt, his back hurt, his legs hurt, he was muddy, he was sweaty, he was scratched, brused, and annoyed as hell. He wanted this damn race done with so when he came upon a line of fire he almost ran right through it but common sense stoped him. After a moment to catch his breath he realised that he really only had two choices, try to jump it and hope his speed and sweat would keep him from being burned or somehow try to smother the flames. With most of his body hurting he was pretty sure he couldnt go fast enough to make it over but he with his sweat and mud soaked shirt he might beable to take the second route... it would be dangerous but then again 'no pain no gain'.
He quickly striped off his shirt, used the bungee cord to tie it in the middle, the shirt now forming a bow tie type shape. He knew he would have one shot at this. After inching as close as he could to the line of flame he struck.... his arm struck out lashing the bungee corded shirt at the fire. Would it work?
[a] Try to master the flames with something you have on hand.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:32 pm
Clearly, she'd latched onto a winner when she'd gone for the blanket. It had protected Elalinde from paint, help her carry a fallen "ally" and now it had the potential to keep her from becoming a Lali!Crisp. As she stared at the fire wall and tried to not cry, she wondered if her blanket could see her through one more challenge. Steeling herself, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and began to tuck in and tighten her clothing and hair as best she was able. her hair accessories came out and were slipped into her shoe. Her lucky mustache necklace was removed as well and shoved into her sports bra.
Once certain that everything loose or potentially hazardous was removed from the equation, Elalinde unwadded her space blanket and stood staring at it for a moment. She couldn't wrap it around herself. Space blankets were meant to hold in heat. She might not catch fire, but she'd end up roasting herself. But maybe... She glanced up and watched the dancing flames. There wasn't really any spot where the flames stayed low enough to jump over. Still, the blanket could be useful.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, she took a corner of the blanket in each hand and held it up and out at arms' length. This was going to be close. Adrenaline was already coursing back through her veins, filling her with a sense of wild abandon. With a cry that was something of a cross between a triumphant crow and a battle screech, Elalinde raced forward, blanket out in front, to serve as a (hopefully) shield. And just as the heat threatened to melt her eyebrows off, she threw the blanket, with herself following at the fire wall. With luck, the blanket's expanse would hold the flames down just long enough for her own forward momentum to rocket her past in relative safety.
Hopefully.
[a] Try to master the flames with something you have on hand.
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