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thearena2013-11-08 11:49 am
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[OPEN] Go back to screaming and cursing
Who | Lin Mayuzumi, Guy Crood, and YOU!
What | Lin escapes the Compounds and stumbles across whoever might be in the jungle, including Guy.
When | Week 3
Where | In the jungle outside of the Compounds.
Warnings | Typical Lin Mayuzumi being an ass, for now.
Within the compounds Lin was well fed and watered - but, while this was more than could be said for many of the other Tributes, the lawyer could not consider her shelter a blessing. Day after day Lin patrolled the forcefield barrier diligently, backpack stocked, hunting knife in hand, marching like a good soldier for hours on end, waiting for the shields to come down. At night she hid herself in the white house's attics, inside boxes, beneath heaps of clothes, under sinks, anywhere a snooping Tribute was least likely to look. She did her best not to speak with any of the other prisoners, not to make an alliance nor to start a fight, and after awhile Lin felt no longer human but like a concept, surviving for survival's sake.
Then the alarm sounds, loud, unavoidable, and Lin screams and thrashes her head, covering her sensitive ears. When they feel as though they are about to pop, to bleed her to death, the terrible noise relents - and though deafened by the sound, when she looks up, the familiar, warped image of the forcefield is gone. She tosses a clod of dirt ahead, and once it rolls beyond the confines and does not fry, she does not need to be told twice: Lin bolts into the jungle like a bat out of hell.
She even stores her knife to avoid running herself through should she take an unexpected spill. Her hair, pulled into a high ponytail, bobs behind her like a pendulum as she tears through the trees. The only thing the woman is concerned with now is getting as far, far away from that place as she could.
If there was one thing she absolutely could not stand, it was being trapped.
What | Lin escapes the Compounds and stumbles across whoever might be in the jungle, including Guy.
When | Week 3
Where | In the jungle outside of the Compounds.
Warnings | Typical Lin Mayuzumi being an ass, for now.
Within the compounds Lin was well fed and watered - but, while this was more than could be said for many of the other Tributes, the lawyer could not consider her shelter a blessing. Day after day Lin patrolled the forcefield barrier diligently, backpack stocked, hunting knife in hand, marching like a good soldier for hours on end, waiting for the shields to come down. At night she hid herself in the white house's attics, inside boxes, beneath heaps of clothes, under sinks, anywhere a snooping Tribute was least likely to look. She did her best not to speak with any of the other prisoners, not to make an alliance nor to start a fight, and after awhile Lin felt no longer human but like a concept, surviving for survival's sake.
Then the alarm sounds, loud, unavoidable, and Lin screams and thrashes her head, covering her sensitive ears. When they feel as though they are about to pop, to bleed her to death, the terrible noise relents - and though deafened by the sound, when she looks up, the familiar, warped image of the forcefield is gone. She tosses a clod of dirt ahead, and once it rolls beyond the confines and does not fry, she does not need to be told twice: Lin bolts into the jungle like a bat out of hell.
She even stores her knife to avoid running herself through should she take an unexpected spill. Her hair, pulled into a high ponytail, bobs behind her like a pendulum as she tears through the trees. The only thing the woman is concerned with now is getting as far, far away from that place as she could.
If there was one thing she absolutely could not stand, it was being trapped.
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"Owwwww," he groaned, sounding more annoyed than actually hurt.
He'd been running from those lizard-things. (Always with the giant lizards! It was either them or bears: bearagators, bear-owls, just-bears, you name it). After losing them, he'd just kept running, figuring it was a good idea to keep it up for a while. (Better a field-distance safer than sorry.)
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"What the hell?!" she exclaimed, rising to her knees, a tremble to her voice as if she were about to start crying. Indeed, her eyes filled with angry tears and she sat up to wipe them with the back of her hand. She was more frustrated and exhausted than anything, this indignity was merely the straw that broke the camel's back.
And having had a moment to wallow in self-pity, the lawyer at last realized where she was, and with a jolt groped for her bag protectively. Clutching the pack to her stomach like a shield, she stared at the man with wide brown eyes, afraid of what he might do with that spear.
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But the woman seemed more irate over getting bumped into than homicidal and the way she sat, clutching her pack like she thought it would save her - rather than going for a weapon - made it clear he wasn't really dealing with much of a threat. He wasn't going to discount the possibility entirely but yet again this didn't seem like a "kill first, ask questions never" situation.
He wondered when he'd stop running into people like this, ones that didn't seem acclimated to this new world they'd found themselves in at all.
For a moment, he considered just running, but there was a slight problem in that his vine bag, full of his very life-saving important things, had spilled some of them out onto the ground. The water especially, dropped near him by one of those scary beeping things, was something he couldn't leave behind. He doubted that more things he needed would conveniently fall from the sky.
"I'm not going to hurt you as long as you don't attack me. But if you do attack me, you know the deal." He nodded his head back and forth. "Blood and guts, guts and blood, fashioning parts of your skull into a jaunty hat - crazy, crazy stuff. Do you understand?"
This man looked like he practically lived outdoors, the bare skin of his torso and arms tanned and weathered, lined in some places with tiny scars. His hair was wild and the stripes staining his skin made it look almost like he was trying to make himself into an animal.
In short, he looked like he belonged out there, and that meant that things wouldn't bode well for Lin if she tried to attack him in his own element.
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Instead she nodded wildly, whimpering as he went into detail, wide-eyed gaze unshrinking. For a moment she was somewhere else, inside a small, enclosed space in the middle of nowhere with companions that bullied her into getting what they wanted. A blink of an eye and she was back, trying to get a grip on herself.
"Okay. Okay. Fine," she repeated, breathing deeply, as if to convince herself she wouldn't try anything. It is clear the interaction had startled her. She considered drawing her blade from within her bag... But if he had wanted to, he would have already killed her, right? There was no point now unless she wanted to start a fight. Unless she wanted this to turn out like it had with Venus.
She waited for him to collect his stuff, observing him curiously. Where he was tanned skin and weathered body she was pale skin and bones, and she could not help raise her eyebrow at the stripes. Where the hell did he come from...?
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Skin and bones. People in this place were skin and bones and severed legs. Some had faces that went red in the sun and with exertion.
"I just can't understand why they brought people like you here," he said, his eyebrows furrowing. "The ones that seem like they're having trouble even surviving. You're just skin and bones."
Which, she knew that, probably, so he rallied with, "If I had just a little bit more food or knew I could find some more, I'd give it to you. I'm sorry that I can't."
so late whoooooooo
"...Thanks," she said with surprise, taken off guard by his open kindness. "I, um..." She reached for her bag.
Lin could grab her knife, now, but decided not to. The backpack unzipped with a metal pop. "...I have a bit extra." She admitted. Displaying the open pocket, the mouth of the compartment spilled over with canned food - it was actually too hard to run with such a load, she had found, as well as loud. The woman shrugged. "So I'm good..." It was clear she wanted to make him an offer, give him rations instead of leaving them for someone else to find, even provide a bribe for his alliance, but she didn't have it in her to explicitly offer him her stuff. She waited for him to ask, brown eyes staring straight into his.
Re: so late whoooooooo
Color him confused.
"That's a rock," he said, pointing. He paused, then amended, "A rock-like...thing. How is that food? That's not food. Food is - am I saying it right? Food. Is - it's a thing you put in your mouth."
He mimed eating.
"And then it goes down to your stomach. And then you have energy from it." He rubbed his belly as if he'd just eaten a good meal. "It's not - it's not rocks. That's some kind of really weird, shiny rock. Rocks aren't for eating."
That was a tally mark in the "might possibly be from another age" column. Apparently, he didn't know what a can was.
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"Ah- no, no, no," she begins, lips pursed in thought. "I know what food is," she adds quickly, to dispel any suspicions that she was some kind of idiot. "Look-"
Removing a can of pork and beans, she slipped a nail beneath the zip top - as she curled her finger inwards, the tin lid rolled backwards, revealing the food inside. "See? It's a container. Er, well... The food is inside." She elegantly dipped a manicured nail into the food, though she was not particularly hungry, scooping out a bean and licking it off of her finger.
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"How did the food get in there?" he said, moving forward to poke at the can with his finger. "Is that - is that some kind of really weird plant or-"
He was thinking coconuts? Maybe like coconuts, but with a shiny rock-like outer shell?
"Did a person put it in there? To keep the food safe?"
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She ran her finger through her bangs, allowing herself to calm down at last, amazed she was managing to hold a civil conversation with another Tribute. It was a first, for her. "...Understand?"
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"Oooh, that's metal, too. Some guy tried to explain that to me, it was just weird seeing it in that shape."
Now he was intensely curious.
"How does taking the air out keep it from spoiling?"
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"Hm, they're sort of like bugs. Well, not quite, but.. let us stick with that for now. They're too small to see, but the longer the food is left out, the more microorganisms grow on the food, and they'll make you sick if you eat them. Um, but they won't hurt you by landing on your skin, for the most part, unless you touch your mouth or your food, if you're really dirty..." Ah. This would be a long conversation if she started to get technical.
The woman scratched her chin nervously. He had an eagerness to learn that she had to admire, but until she knew the area was secure, she wasn't comfortable sitting around talking. Suspecting this loop would go on forever if she did not gently put an end to it, Lin cut in before he could ask another question.
"..I'm Lin, by the way," she interrupted kindly. Normally Lin could not stand if she wasn't addressed as 'Miss Mayuzumi' or an equivalent, but she'd give this man a pass for being a tolerable person. Still, she didn't offer her hand in a handshake in fear of what other questions he'd ask if he didn't understand.
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He nodded to himself slowly.
"That makes all kinds of sense."
Maybe that was why spoiled food was bad. Maybe it had those things in it! The corner of his mouth quirked at his sudden, new understanding of the universe.
"I'm Guy," he said, introducing himself since she'd done it. "Guy Crood."
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Nervously Lin pushed her long bangs back behind her ears to occupy her trembling hands. She looked away for a moment with her lips pursed in thought. It wasn't like her to make friends so easily, let alone in situations like these, and for a brief moment she wonders what the audience must think. Perhaps there were captions below them now - wicked bitch of the east befriends cave troll! or something equally as unsavoury. Still, it was such a relief that remarkably, she found she didn't care. Good riddance to them!
And so Lin turned back to him. "...Nice to meet you, Guy." She didn't have to play to her type. She could still win this game by making allies, she was sure. Lin turned her head curiously, suddenly remembering what had started this whole thing: "By the way... What were you running from, earlier...?"
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The unfortunate things with the carnivorous plants in this arena was that they could be very, very sneaky. And move very very quickly.
"You know how it is. The fear has to run its cour--whoaa!"
It happened very fast. Guy felt something creeping around one ankle and jumped slightly - he had a strong startle reflex. That was the only reason both legs didn't get snagged. He was flipped upside down with a sudden jerking motion and the spear fell from his hands.
He wasn't the only one the vines had targeted.
"Aw, come on!" he yelled in frustration. "It's bad enough we have these back home!"