((sure, but you mind if the Host makes it a little more....entertaining? :P ))
The Host pushed a button on his podium, and a large platform rose twenty feet above the stage, two ladders inviting Arielle and Ingrid upward. Two Q-tip like weapons waiting at the top. "You heard him, girls! Both of you are going up, and the one who stays up will win invincibility! Surrendering is acceptable, but highly," he said this with emphasis, "frowned upon."
Ingrid threw her hands up in the air, a wave of hysteria rushing over her. "I-I surrender. She wins. Please just let me go."
The Host raised his eyebrow. "Are you sure, Ingrid, dear? There is quite a high penalty for backing out right away, and it by no means gets you closer to your freedom and your memories."
Ingrid was not feeling especially rational "You keep the memories" she muttered "I don't want to die."
The Host gave her a sad smile. "Oh, Indgrid, if someone died on our show, can you imagine the drop in ratings? No, I can personally guarantee that there is no threat to your life. But your going out into the world with no memories....i wouldn't be so sure."
A rush of relief ran over Ingrid. She swallowed "You mean I-I won't die? You promise?"
Arielle didn't object to the Host, though was quite surprised when Ingrid ever so suddenly surrendered herself from the challenge. Her eyes were widened in shock, but she didn't dare say anything in fear of what the Host would do to her.
The Host nodded his head, smiling kindly. "Think about it. If we got you here, erased your memory, and read your mind, we can keep you from hurting yourelf from a little fall. The best precaution against this, though, would be to defeat Arielle...."
Arielle twiddled her thumbs to distract herself. She wondered what choice Ingrid would make, and she was terrified to find out. Her eyes were widened in fear, and goosebumps ran up and down her arms.
((Guess whos back?!))
Kay looked back and forth between the two girls nervously stepping from side to side.
((Actually Read, I was kind of hoping you'd spice it up a little. I just couldn't really think up anything else. Even if I had though, Andrew couldn't have done it since he's the 'good kid' who would never dream of making it harder! I'll post again later when I'm on my laptop.))
Andrew was begining to recognize the look the 'Host' gave when he was about to twist something. He was also getting sick of it. This 'Host' could kill someone if that someone fell from that hight and landed wrong.
((Did anyone else notice that Andrew is kinda backing away from his role as 'shy'?))
((sry for making things more complicated, but I'm impatient :P You two can fight, everyone else can have their own little challenge *evil laugh*))
"While those two prepare for their face-off, we have a few more contestants itching for some action!" The floor beneath the conestants slid open, revealing a glass tank full of fish directly beneath them. This seemed like a sick version of a dunk tank. "I will ask three questions. The contestants who do not answer a question will fall into the tank under you. And nothing says you can't answer more than one question!"
"So, tell me...Who was our seventh president? What is a three letter word with five syllables? Who created the "plum pudding" model of the atom?"
"Seventh president... Andrew Jackson," Nate mumbled, sighing in defeat. He didn't want to answer a single question for this monster, but he sure didn't want to fall into a tank with who-knows-what in it.
"Correct, Nate!" The Host said with condescending enthusiasm, like he was trying to excite a kindergardner. "But remember, you're free to answer more questions is you are able! No penalty for wrong answers!"
Nate wasn't just about to make things interesting for this host, unless it involved severely injuring the host. He was only answering one question. No more.
((Like, with piranhas? Thanks for making it more interesting. I was getting bored too.))
Andrew shouted out two of the answers without thinking much about it. "John Thompson, and Andrew Jackson." He had no clue what word three letter word had five syllables though.
((One: You made it the seventh president on purpose didn't you? 'Andrew' wasn't an accedent. Two: I'm still stumped on the three letter word!))
((honestly, I just liked the number seven. Two I promise its a real thing, and it is in the dictionary, but it's not a word thats actually used by normal people. NO more hints :3))
((and if you think about it, what we're doing right now doesn't make sense, because there's supposed to be this epic fight happeing right now and we're like, 'hey, lets answer some history questions!"))
"That leaves one last question: A word with three letters, one syllable. Any guesses?" The Host waggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying this.
Ingrid sighed. Fighting the other girl looked better than falling in a tank of piranhas. She awkwardly picked up one of the sticks.
Arielle watched nervously as the other girl picked up her stick. With a small sigh, she picked up her stick. They were each on high platforms above the stage. She was nervous she was going to fall, so she knew she had to win. However, Arielle's biggest weakness was hurting others. When other people were in pain, Arielle was empathetic to their pain. She took a shaky step forward onto the thin platform above the stage.