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thearena2015-02-14 10:00 am
metalicarus) wrote in thearena2015-02-14 10:00 am
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[Closed] And if I close my eyes
Who| Jet and Albert
What| Catch-all for 42 shenanigans
Where| In the forest then into the caves
When| During weeks one-three
Warnings/Notes|Language, violence, gay cyborgs the usual
The plan had always been to run from the cornucopia, lose themselves in the forest until everyone had scattered and then find each other again by sun down due east of the cornucopia. They'd both been a little late getting to the 'meet-up' point, but their plan had actually worked for once and with both of them carrying the start of some supplies. Not the worst start to an arena they'd had before, so that was something.
With the last light of that first day, they'd found some meager cover for the night and started work on a better 'base' the next day, one that was in the trees. It would allow them a bird's-eye view of their surroundings, keep them off the ground and away from any potential predators this arena had and provide some protection from any tributes eager to make a kill.
With a suitable shelter set up, now they just had to make it through the arena as far as they could and help their friends whenever possible.
What| Catch-all for 42 shenanigans
Where| In the forest then into the caves
When| During weeks one-three
Warnings/Notes|Language, violence, gay cyborgs the usual
The plan had always been to run from the cornucopia, lose themselves in the forest until everyone had scattered and then find each other again by sun down due east of the cornucopia. They'd both been a little late getting to the 'meet-up' point, but their plan had actually worked for once and with both of them carrying the start of some supplies. Not the worst start to an arena they'd had before, so that was something.
With the last light of that first day, they'd found some meager cover for the night and started work on a better 'base' the next day, one that was in the trees. It would allow them a bird's-eye view of their surroundings, keep them off the ground and away from any potential predators this arena had and provide some protection from any tributes eager to make a kill.
With a suitable shelter set up, now they just had to make it through the arena as far as they could and help their friends whenever possible.
Week one - You start the fire burning
He stayed wrapped up in the blanket while his clothes dried out and lay on Albert whenever he was able (the German still had things he felt the need to do here and there and Jet couldn't blame him for that) it was one of those weirdly peaceful days that happened at least once an arena. If he closed his eyes and listened to the dripping sounds accompanied by the crackle of their fire, he could almost imagine they were camping and not in another death arena. He ended up dozing because of it off and on all day.
When his clothes were finally dry enough to put on, Jet climbed out of his cocoon to do so...just in time for the thunder to start up again, this time with bright flashes of lightning that were missing before.
"You've got to be kidding."
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"Did you sleep alright? You were dozing when I got back, I didn't want to wake you."
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He pulled on his shirt and pants before inspecting his coat and boots to make sure they were dry enough. "Pretty good for an arena, probably better than I had any right to." Deemed dry enough Jet started putting on his final layers as he glanced over at his husband.
"I noticed you left for a while. Where'd you go?" It was said with curiosity more than anything else, clearly it'd been fine since Albert looked the same as he had when Jet had gone to sleep.
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"It's better that you got some sleep. We need to take that where we can get it in the Arena." Not that he takes his own advice, but it's too difficult to sleep in the tree. He still can't manage it at all without lashing himself to the trunk and with the thunder crashing the past hour he's amazed Jet didn't wake up.
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"That's all right. I've got a couple traps set up near the river, I'll check them tomorrow. Besides, we're not really hurting for food." More was never a bad thing, but they were actually set up pretty well right now. Speaking of sleep...when's the last time you had any? You're not looking too pretty, Al." He knew his husband had trouble sleeping, but he doubted Albert had even bothered trying all that hard recently.
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Still avoiding the question, he moves to their food stores and takes a bit of the cooked meat to munch on cold. Or at least, that's his intention. The loud crash of lightning from right over their heads makes him fumble what he'd grabbed and drop it between the slats of the wooden platform they'd constructed. "Damnit."
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What he saw was a red-orange glow and the tell-tale cracking sound wood burning. The lightning had set one of the trees on fire.
"Shit."
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"Get the food." He'll carry everything else, blanket, tools, and whatever cold weather clothing they're not actually wearing at the moment, and missing nothing as he packs quickly, done in roughly a minute.
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"Start going down, I'm right behind you." His tone wasn't one for argument. He needed a second longer to grab some of the 'rope' tying the tree house together to tie up the bundle so it didn't fall apart as he went down and he was still more nimble than his partner, even with them both having metal limbs.
"We gotta get to the river." It was the only safe place he could think of if the fire was going to spread as far and as fast as it likely was. The wood should be too wet for a forest fire, but this was a designed fire, it probably was a lot more dangerous than a normal one.