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Sade Mistiltan muttered as she walked off the field. She was Using the bandages she picked up despite the fact she was out, it was impractical anyways she didn't like these charity events as she made sure the paint stains were covered as well as could be as she walked off.

This wasn't her style anyways. She left with her head held high despite her hurt pride. After all, since she lost she planned on treating herself to a small ice cream cone and a shopping spree.

((Sade's just making use of those bandages to try and hide her shammee as she leaves.))

Leo was glad to make it past the paint section, whipping off his spaceman blanket once he was clear. He was towards the middle of the pack, and while it meant he was in the lead, it did mean he had a good view of some nice backsides. Then there came mud, which he couldn’t claim to be a fan of, but fit, taut bodies swinging from ropes? Yeah, Leo was just fine with that.

“ Lookin’ good there Ms. Tarzan.” He called to Delilah, giving her a grin and exaggerated eyebrow waggle.

Pretty young things aside, there was still the matter of getting across the mud. He was strong, but he didn’t want to entrust his chances purely to his ability to imitate a monkey. However, counting on his balance, sober though he was, didn’t seem much better. But if Leo was good at one thing, it was thinking of shortcuts, cheats, and loopholes, and his handy-dandy space blanket just so happened to be scrunchable and smooth. He quickly twisted it into a sort of loose wrap, the threw one end over a rope and pulled until he could hold both ends in one hand. Then he started to walk across the plank, one hand firmly grasping his blanket and sliding it along with him just in case.

[c] I’m more balanced than a breakfast in a cereal commercial! The plank, it is!

Songstress Kitsune

Probably one of the best things to witness, that the coordinators would be talking about for days, was watching the splash come out of the ‘lava pit’ when people tried to simply run and jump over it. Though it would also be argued that people falling from the ropes above was also as interesting a spectacle. Unfortunately for those without bandaged hands there was no way to avoid the pain of the incredibly rough rope and halfway through, it got to be too much, competitors dropping into the ‘lava’ to nurse bleeding hands.

To those bastions of balance, congratulations! That board was a whole lot more solid than it looked and if you took the time to put one foot cautiously in front of the other it definitely paid off. You are lava-free, continuing on towards victory!

Not left peering up to see when they will be rescued from the lava are:

Boaz Crawford
Mathias White
Madelyn Caspian
Destiny Kent
Ernest Ritter
Dennis Terry
Ian Davis
Leo Torres
Elalinde Pope

The remaining competitors don’t get very far before something starts to loom overhead, as man-made as it will be frustrating. Blocking the path is a giant wall that looks to be made almost entirely of compacted dirt and mud, unable to be walked around or disregarded in any way. At first glance it looks as if you’ll have to ascend the steep slope with nothing but athleticism and ingenuity, until sharp eyes notice that there seem to be small rocks anchored into the muck, finger-holes in each one. It also seems like if you go straight up the middle, as fast as you can, you might be able to make it...

Do you:
[a]Try to jump straight up and grab the top, maybe you can swing your legs over - or spill over the top headfirst.
Charge up the center like a raging bull, because you’re strong like bull! What are walls??
[c] Try to make it to the hand-holds, using them to help pull yourself through the mire, because speed doesn’t matter.

[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!]

Once again, Madelyn's intuition (or luck, rather) spared her from a very filthy elimination, and she couldn't help but pity the ones that fell in. Part of her wanted to go back and help them up, but she was certain that her kindness wouldn't have been rewarded (and you never know when the paint ball guns would return). It was a dog-eat-dog world, and Madelyn would prove that she could run with the big dogs, even if it meant to abandon the ones in the mud.

"Well, it's just mud... they'll be alright..." Madelyn Caspian thought to herself, pushing them to the far end of her mind as she approached her next obstacle. Now this seemed troublesome! A wall to climb, and Madelyn couldn't believe her luck to have grabbed the bungee cord at the beginning of this mad race! It seemed like the most obvious answer to this problem, but the grooves in the wall seemed like another obvious answer. A little too obvious, as Madelyn was immediately suspicious of it. 'Others might go for that one too, which means competition, and people pushing or shoving...'

At least she had her bungee cord still wrapped around her waist, so if someone tried to push her off, she wouldn't go too far. "Wouldn't have given me this if I wasn't meant to use it!"

She threw the other end of her cord to the top of the wall and tried to anchor it down, and then, with all of her speed, she ran straight up the middle. She knew she couldn't jump that high up and while the hand-holds seemed safer, she suspected that a lot of people would be clamoring for them and it'd slow her down. After all, this was a race, right? "Here goes nothing!"

b] Charge up the center like a raging bull, because you’re strong like bull! What are walls??

Whew! Destiny breathed in a sigh of relief as she made it across the ropes. Many didn't and had to fall into the "lava." She thanked her lucky stars for the bandages she had and kept them on her hands for further use of grip. As she moved forward she told herself that this was why she entered this contest. She'd made it through two events and if she was eliminated now she could consider herself better than most of the field.

The wall loomed overhead and she looked dubiously at the mud it was constructed from. Mud, by nature, was a slippery thing. When she spotted the handholds she grinned to herself. Sure this was a race but only in that people were moving together toward a common goal. She could sprint in the end. Right now it was the smart that made it through and speed could suffer for it.

She moved over to the handholds and tested them a little, putting weight on and then started to ascend as best she could. She wasn't one of those wall climbing gym people but, meh, she could manage.

[c] Try to make it to the hand-holds, using them to help pull yourself through the mire, because speed doesn’t matter.

It was touch and go there as Ernest crossed the 'lava' but unlike quite a few of his competitors he did make it across unscathed. Another moment was all it took to grab his two bungee cords and head off down the track. It wasn't long before he reached the next obstacle in the form of a dirt wall. Jumping was not a choice and he wasn't sure if he could just charge up the wall but as he got closer he spotted the handholds and couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. A quick adjustment with the bungee cords had the two hook heads positioned in his hands like claws and he began to scale the wall. When a handhold was not available he made his own, the cords were rather useful and he did not yet regret grabbing them in the beginning of the race. However he knew if he made it over the wall he would have to speed up and take more risks because he wanted to win, not just cross the finish.

[c] Try to make it to the hand-holds, using them to help pull yourself through the mire, because speed doesn’t matter.

Rowan yelped as her burn proceeded to get worse. So when she landed in the mud she found that oddly enough she wasn't sore about falling it. She had done better then she thought she would. Granted, it was only the second obstecale but at least she had tried. She could be proud of that. That and the wet mud helped easy the burning sensation. Rowan couldn't help but laugh as she climbed out of the mud pit. This was something she'd always remember.

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