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thearena2013-11-11 01:28 pm
amplifying) wrote in thearena2013-11-11 01:28 pm
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broken code ◎ open to all!
Who| Beck and YOU!
What| After getting his leg caught in a bear trap, Beck's not feeling too hot right now.
Where| Now!
When| Near the caves.
Warnings/Notes| Mentioning of broken bones, gore.
Beck was so tired.
After promptly getting his leg caught in a bear trap (and avoiding certain death somehow), he managed to crawl away to the best shelter he could find: under the protection of a huge knot of trees. It didn't actually hide him in any way, shape or form, but the leaves and the branches overhead at least protected him from the rain. Which, considering how awful he was feeling right now, was good enough for him.
His leg was absolutely on fire. In a way, Beck almost wished he was a Program again so it could just derez itself into a million little pixels, so that way it wouldn't hurt as much. Everything other part of him absolutely ached, and it felt like his body couldn't determine whether it wanted to be hot or cold. This was the part he didn't like about being a User. He got caught with the occasional virus, but not this bad...
Beck managed to unravel the sleeping bag, before slowly starting to slip inside, step by agonizing step. He zipped it up the best that he could, closed his eyes, and tried to slip off to sleep.
...But go figure. He couldn't.
So the injured User laid there; a sitting duck to anyone that came by.
The beeping sound caught his attention. It was a sharp, familiar sound that every Tribute was happy to hear.
A little container was landing a little ways away from Beck. The parachute started to sag as it touched ground, the last of the wind drifting it right near his reach. He let out a miserable kind of groan, before reaching a shaking hand out to sponsor's gift. And when he lifted the lid, that groan turned into a relieved kind of sigh.
There was an array of supplies crammed into a tight spot: gauze and bandages, some kind of liquid cream and a smaller container filled with soup. And at the very bottom was a pen-looking thing, labeled Adrenalin. Someone had seen him stepping into that bear trap, and they wanted to help.
Problem was, Beck had been programed as a mechanic, not a medical program. Even here as a User, he didn't exactly know what to do. No matter how much he tried to study how the User body worked, or what made a virus a virus, it just didn't click.
He forced himself to sit up, shivering all the while. He carefully took the gauze out, and...now what? His leg was broken; even as a Program, he could recognize that. But how exactly was he supposed to fix it? In the Grid, there could be cuts and gashes in your programming, and in some cases, your entire limb could be derezzed. But it could be all put back together if the coding error was fixed.
There was no code now. How could this even get better?
Injury or no injury, he had to keep moving.
It was hard to walk on a bum leg; every little movement hurt, and he could barely walk. He found himself leaning hard on the trunks of the trees as he staggered along. What was going to happen when he couldn't find this kind of support anymore? Things weren't looking so good for him right now, no they weren't.
Beck looked up...and that's when he saw something.
It was a clear image of himself, clinging onto the bark of the tree. And right behind him were two raptors.
In the image, it showed himself being absolutely devoured, being ripped apart limb from limb. Parts of his User body that belonged inside spilled onto the ground in a sea of purple and red. Some made away with limbs, some stayed there to finish off what was left. And then the projection stopped, revealing whatever of the world was around him.
Beck could only stare off into space, horrified by what he saw. He could feel himself shaking, and a voice in the back of his head told him that the raptors were right behind him, stalking him, ready to pounce.....
He hiccuped, and found himself sliding to the floor. This was all too much for him anymore; a complete system overload. And there was no escaping it.
What| After getting his leg caught in a bear trap, Beck's not feeling too hot right now.
Where| Now!
When| Near the caves.
Warnings/Notes| Mentioning of broken bones, gore.
Beck was so tired.
After promptly getting his leg caught in a bear trap (and avoiding certain death somehow), he managed to crawl away to the best shelter he could find: under the protection of a huge knot of trees. It didn't actually hide him in any way, shape or form, but the leaves and the branches overhead at least protected him from the rain. Which, considering how awful he was feeling right now, was good enough for him.
His leg was absolutely on fire. In a way, Beck almost wished he was a Program again so it could just derez itself into a million little pixels, so that way it wouldn't hurt as much. Everything other part of him absolutely ached, and it felt like his body couldn't determine whether it wanted to be hot or cold. This was the part he didn't like about being a User. He got caught with the occasional virus, but not this bad...
Beck managed to unravel the sleeping bag, before slowly starting to slip inside, step by agonizing step. He zipped it up the best that he could, closed his eyes, and tried to slip off to sleep.
...But go figure. He couldn't.
So the injured User laid there; a sitting duck to anyone that came by.
The beeping sound caught his attention. It was a sharp, familiar sound that every Tribute was happy to hear.
A little container was landing a little ways away from Beck. The parachute started to sag as it touched ground, the last of the wind drifting it right near his reach. He let out a miserable kind of groan, before reaching a shaking hand out to sponsor's gift. And when he lifted the lid, that groan turned into a relieved kind of sigh.
There was an array of supplies crammed into a tight spot: gauze and bandages, some kind of liquid cream and a smaller container filled with soup. And at the very bottom was a pen-looking thing, labeled Adrenalin. Someone had seen him stepping into that bear trap, and they wanted to help.
Problem was, Beck had been programed as a mechanic, not a medical program. Even here as a User, he didn't exactly know what to do. No matter how much he tried to study how the User body worked, or what made a virus a virus, it just didn't click.
He forced himself to sit up, shivering all the while. He carefully took the gauze out, and...now what? His leg was broken; even as a Program, he could recognize that. But how exactly was he supposed to fix it? In the Grid, there could be cuts and gashes in your programming, and in some cases, your entire limb could be derezzed. But it could be all put back together if the coding error was fixed.
There was no code now. How could this even get better?
Injury or no injury, he had to keep moving.
It was hard to walk on a bum leg; every little movement hurt, and he could barely walk. He found himself leaning hard on the trunks of the trees as he staggered along. What was going to happen when he couldn't find this kind of support anymore? Things weren't looking so good for him right now, no they weren't.
Beck looked up...and that's when he saw something.
It was a clear image of himself, clinging onto the bark of the tree. And right behind him were two raptors.
In the image, it showed himself being absolutely devoured, being ripped apart limb from limb. Parts of his User body that belonged inside spilled onto the ground in a sea of purple and red. Some made away with limbs, some stayed there to finish off what was left. And then the projection stopped, revealing whatever of the world was around him.
Beck could only stare off into space, horrified by what he saw. He could feel himself shaking, and a voice in the back of his head told him that the raptors were right behind him, stalking him, ready to pounce.....
He hiccuped, and found himself sliding to the floor. This was all too much for him anymore; a complete system overload. And there was no escaping it.
Set before Guy meets Azula
"Is that all I'm going to find in this place, sad people with mangled legs?"
(So far, he hadn't run into the people causing those leg injuries yet.)
These people were not making it easy for Guy to kill. Being all sad and pathetic and very obviously not good at surviving out there. That wasn't to say he was doing so hot, either, what with the lack of food, but he was doing alright on water, and even though he'd spent the last few years eating well, he'd endured nearly starving as a small child. It was a much different thing to face as an adult, especially one that knew how to take care of himself, who knew how to conserve his energy. He now had the capacity to send his mind someplace else to focus on things other than the gnawing hunger.
There were others, clearly, that were doing much, much worse.
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And he wouldn't have to worry about such an event ever happening.
He could barely even say anything to this guy at first; the comment got to him, yeah. But after what he just saw, his words were getting jumped in his throat. Beck could barely even breathe, let alone speak. He tried to set his panic and discomfort aside. and put on the bravest face he could make (which, honestly, wasn't all that intimidating.)
"I know what you want to do. So just do it!"
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"What I want to do right now is go home to my family, eat some eagle jerky, and watch the sunset. That's what I want to do. Killing you isn't going to get me there any faster. Even if I did survive this place by killing everyone, I doubt if the people who brought us here were awful enough to do it that they'd ever let me go home."
He didn't think playing the game would allow him to go home, not when they were the ones that could make up any rules they wanted.
"That's not to say I won't kill you if you try to kill me," he said, nodding vigorously. "In that situation, there'd be all the killing! So much killing! More killing than you could shake a stick-that-you've-beaten-someone-to-death-with at. But I'm not the kind of guy that kills in cold blood. I'd rather wait until all the ones that enjoy killing are the only ones left - the apex predators, if you will. Since I can't realistically protect anyone innocent here, the least I can do is kill the ones that thought it was okay to kill them."
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After meeting Azula, he had been on the edge (or, what edge he had anymore), thinking that everyone else was out in cold blood. Because...that's the attitude you had to have here, right? It was so hard for him to understand, but it was something he had to accept. And he wasn't having the greatest luck with that stuff.
Beck let himself relax, sagging against the tree. "That's good to hear..." Bum leg or not, he didn't want to die. "I can't really kill anyone if I wanted to, so I'd say you're pretty much safe." Which was putting things pretty nicely.
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"You can have a mouthful. I'm going to have to take it back after that, though."
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"Thanks." Beck brought the bottle to his lips, and took a mouthful. And...that was it.
He held out the water bottle to the stranger, with the best smile he could muster. "I appreciate that."
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"Is there anything I can do to help you get more comfortable?"
He wasn't so far gone that he was going to offer to kill him out of mercy like he had for Mindy. The leg wound was bad but there was always the possibility it could heal, if he wasn't found and killed first. He didn't seem to be already dying like Mindy had.
"I could try to bandage that a little better."
Hawkeye had said clean and dry, right? Clean and dry was important. And he'd watched him wrap his own leg bandaged. Despite the conditions, it was actually healing fairly well and Guy still had two of the strips of cloth from the cut up t-shirt that Hawkeye hadn't used.