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Dave Strider ([personal profile] shenunigans) wrote in [community profile] thearena2015-02-16 12:48 pm

On the tough guy style I'm not too keen. [OPEN]

Who| Dave Strider and OPEN (plus a mingle prompt)
What| Various escapades of a Texan ass deep in the cold powder of anti-Satan.
Where| Through the forests, around the caves
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Naughty words


A. Valentines Rewards:
Of all the commercialized affection days Dave has lived through, he's never gotten gifts quite like this. Or any gifts, really, but that's all in the past. His requests hadn't precisely been sincere, so he isn't disappointed when two parachutes drop down in front of him. One contains a themed scarf that he doesn't remember asking for, but he enthusiastically clucks to himself as he winds it around his neck. If Caesar Flickerman is watching, he doesn't want him to think he doesn't want his face wrapped snug around his body. The day only increases in hella-ness when Dave is also presented with what can only be described as a gargantuan bag of doritos.

For a while, he walks around under his five layers of jackets, blankets and scarfs with the bag tucked under his coats, open and kept in place against his chest with sheer force of will. Every so often he'll reach into his shirt, pull out an orange chip and eat it in a way he imagines to be inconspicuous.

Eventually, his travels take him upward and he uses a knife and sheer force of will to haul himself up onto one of the higher branches so he can pull the bag out and eat from it as much as he likes. He could say he's surveying the surroundings while he does this, but he'd be lying.

B. Snow Trekking Acrosstheuniverse:
Generally, Dave hates snow. Snow is overrated, Winter Wonderland is a barren wasteland of death and misery. Currently, Dave loathes snow. It's precisely crotch height and he is literally balls deep in shaved and flaked misery. It's a bad day to be 5'9, but he's thankful not to be any shorter than that right now. Maybe it would be easier to walk if he weren't wearing everything wearable, but then he would be cold.

The snow is making it damn near impossible to see anyone and he deeply regrets stepping off for some personal time. The isolation had been good. Briefly. Now he's surrounded by nothing but white as far as the eye can see, like he's in the middle of a suspiciously crowded Nickelback concert. One would imagine that the fact that he's entirely alone would be a relief, but he can't help thinking someone might spring out at him at any minute.

After a few minutes of aimless trudging, he gives in to temptation and starts to haphazardly sculpt what may be the world's ugliest snowman. Ugly stick arms, ugly rock nose and yet, he seems so empty. Dave stares into the white abyss of his snow friend's eyes before he very carefully pulls his own shades off his face and places them onto the snowman. He puts his hands on his hips, stroking his chin as he ponders.

"It's like looking in a mirror." He murmurs, then he takes a long step back before springing himself forward to violently and inelegantly pummel the snowman like a dog with a balloon. He stands up slowly and plucks his shades out of the snow, dusting them off before sliding them back on like nothing happened.


Snowball Fight: (feel free to do open prompts with this one)
It's a long walk back, but Dave finally feels like his numb legs have begun to lead him to a slightly more populated area. It's not necessarily a good thing, but it's leading him back to the meeting place he and Karkat had agreed upon. In retrospect, there wasn't much about that particular tree that differentiated it from the rest of them. Dave is in a constant state of sniffling, his nose is pink and his legs are damp and cold from trudging through snow all day.

There is no sense of Christmas cheer in him, but when he sees someone ahead of him struggling through the snow, he feels an overwhelming urge to pelt them with some snow. This is partly because he thinks it's someone he knows and entirely because he is near delirious from being cold and exhausted.

He scoops himself a sizable handful and with an exclamation of hup that is louder than he intended it to be, Dave starts a snowball fight mid-Arena.
rediscover: (holy shit what)

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[personal profile] rediscover 2015-02-16 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
Anna, on the other hand, doesn't mind the snow. At least, not quite as much. Snow, she can do. Snow, she's dealt with. It may be up to her waist, but she's choosing to look on the bright side--it's also insulating her from the freezing wind. So she wades through snow drifts, out in search of abandoned supplies and maybe some food, if she's lucky.

Off in the distance, she spies a sort-of familiar form. It's Dave, if Dave weighed several hundred pounds and were shaped like a marshmallow. Coming a bit closer, Anna waves her arms at the marshmallow-Dave, excited to have found him at last.

"Dave! Over here! Haha, oh my gosh, what are you wearing?"
rediscover: (wow what a cute)

[personal profile] rediscover 2015-02-17 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Anna just rolls her eyes good-naturedly, and if she could, she'd be skipping toward him at full throttle. As it is, she can only wade enthusiastically, looking like a puppy hopping through a snowdrift.

"I know that," she calls, coming a bit closer now. "I meant--you must have, like, eight coats on. Don't you think that's a bit excessive?"

Well, it is Dave. She's pretty sure he has no concept of 'excessive'.
rediscover: (worried)

[personal profile] rediscover 2015-02-22 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Anna just rolls her eyes. "Nice language, Dave." Never mind the fact that thanks to the two Striders, she's picked up a few choice words of her own. Oops.

She stops just in front of him, seeming to hold herself back for all of three seconds, before she moves forward to give Dave a hug. "I'm glad you're safe," she whispers, shivering a little. She's still wearing the light jacket she'd been sent into the Arena with. Without even asking, she pushes her hands into Dave's pockets, seeking out a little extra warmth. "You're right, though. This cold is ridiculous. I bet even Elsa is feeling it."

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samson: (shut up shoreleave)

Ayyy

[personal profile] samson 2015-02-16 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Cigarettes would have been another good thing to request, Brock finds himself thinking as he slides the snow goggles into place, the slitted lenses keeping a considerable amount of the brightness out of his eyes. The weather has been unpredictable in the Arena, but he figures he might as well play it safe; he'd rather ask for things he doesn't need than need them and be empty-handed.

He's tucking the remains of the parachute into his pack because he can probably use the material later, thinking about nicotine patches, when he notices a second one floating his way. Snowshoes, probably, and he waits for it to come close enough where he can snatch it out of the air.

But then the wind picks up and the parachute starts blowing away. Of course! Great. Brock swears, gets his shit together, and makes after it as fast as he can through the snow. It goes down in some trees, probably tangled up in some branches or something stupid, and he makes an aggravated sound as he gets closer.
samson: (:/)

[personal profile] samson 2015-03-09 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Brock can see the parachute tangled up in the branches, and he's close enough to squint as he sees it start wiggling around -- everything else happens too fast for him to react in time, and suddenly there is a person plummeting out of the tree, and there are chips, and Brock takes one more step before stopping and just staring at... all this.

Wow.

"Was that on purpose?" Brock says with baffled amusement, watching this kid squirm around and coming to the realization that he can't get up. He takes the opportunity to look around for weapons, making sure this teenager isn't about to stab him or something once he gets righted.

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[personal profile] silberfuchs 2015-02-16 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Albert's hearing has always been good. He's wondered if it's to compensate for his eyesight; blank white eyes let in far too much light and on a snowy day like this his only saving grace is that its cloudy and the sun isn't reflecting off the blanket of white and blinding him. So it makes sense that he hears Dave first, barely more than a mutter but he can hear him comment about looking in a mirror and then as soon as the German turns his head, he's greeted with a flurry of powder as the American teen beats the ever-living snot out of his creation.

And here Albert thought he had issues.

He waits until Dave has his glasses back on before approaching, glancing down at the mounded remains of the Strider kid's victim as he makes his way over. "I'm not sure you get kill credit for effigies."
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[personal profile] silberfuchs 2015-02-24 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
So he doesn't want to talk about it, that's fine. And Dave's observation earns a thin chuckle from Albert, prompting a run of gloved hand through fine white hair. "Yes, I have built in cold weather camouflage. I hope I didn't startle you."

His expression sobers perhaps a bit quickly though, mind still on the tortured remains of the murdered snowman. "How are you holding up, Dave? I have some deer jerky to share, if you're hungry."

He always worries about the children in here, not just for supplies but for the psychological toll it takes. Most of the adults are at least equipped enough by this point to handle things, but children are at a disadvantage both physically and mentally with a few exceptions.

He tries not to think too much about Pruna.

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yup! Wrapping up is cool

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a_minute_younger: (huh)

awww yis snowball fight

[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2015-02-21 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Gary might have a few inches over Dave, but his balls are not spared the same fate in this impressive collection of snow. Gary, at least, is trying to look on the bright side; he's cold, but he has many blankets and probably a fire and food waiting with his districtmates back in the forest, and most of the snow is collected in huge drifts that he can throw himself into when he's feeling bored.

The sleet is kind of miserable, though. Gary's just looking to find a nice tree to hide under at this point when Dave's snowball clocks him in the back of the head. There's a flash of instinctive fear on his face when he whips around, but it hardly lasts--Gary recognizes those shades from anywhere, even with the low visibility and under all those layers. He laughs to shake off any lingering uncertainty and, rather ominously, makes an I'm watching you gesture from across the clearing before leaning down to grab a snowball of his own.

"You brought this on yourself!" Gary warns, before chucking his snowball while making a diving leap for Dave's flank. Of course, with the sleet and all this movement, Gary's aim is horrendous; he's liable to miss entirely and hit a tree in the background. Or is that a person? Hell if he knows.
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2015-03-04 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Gary takes the flurry of snow like a splash of water to the face, guarding with his arms but ultimately blocking nothing. It doesn't help that the dive has left him mostly submerged. Recovery is slow and awkward.

"Never," he cries in defiance. To buy more time, Gary mirrors Dave's tactics and sweeps his arm, throwing a haphazard shower of snow in his general direction. "You've sullied my honor! We fight to the death."

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smarterthanthem: (:))

Snowball fight!

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-02-22 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Dave!"

In what may, and may not, be revenge for a certain incident in the mall arena where he threw a present at her head, Clementine darts out from behind a tree and hurls a snowball at Dave. She'd planned this manueveur very carefully, skirting round the edge of the battlefield until she found a suitable hiding spot ahead of where Dave would be. Now she has a small pile of snowballs ready made at her feet and intends to use them.

She'll keep her head out long enough to see if the snowball hits or not, unable to restrain a giggle before she ducks back behind the tree to pick up another piece of ammunition.
smarterthanthem: (That went well)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2015-02-26 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's only snow! Don't be a baby!" she can't resist calling back at him, even though it's going to give Dave a bigger clue as to where she is. Clementine hurriedly kneels down, grabbing a bunch of snowballs up to carry in her arms as she tries to move to another hiding spot, grin not leaving her face for an instant.

This was what snow was supposed to be about, snowball fights and building snowmen. That was what tv had taught her anyway, which is where the majority of Clem's experience with snow comes from.

Leaning around another tree with a snowball in hand, she sticks her tongue out between her teeth and takes aim to throw.

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carnagecarnival: (A crown dusted off.)

snowball fight

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-02-28 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He's never gotten so many things sent in from the Capitol He's never gotten so many motherfucking notes. Some inconsequential; winking faces from Gary, a ridiculous smile from his moirail what got a headshake and a hand sign of a diamond done back skyward. Clara wished him warm. Porrim told him to show fangs and he flashed a wide grin full of them for it, before setting out on a hunt.

All what's left is this. Of course he didn't expect to have nothing thrown at him.

The snow splatters against his arm and at his face. He blinks and whirls. Of course.

"You know last you got throwing shit up at me it didn't got so motherfuckin well." He starts to reach down for some snow of his own.
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carnagecarnival: (Only time will tell if I'll allow.)

Re: snowball fight

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-04-10 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The Initiate can just about say the same. What he knew of Dave prior to it all were about Jack and Shit. All he knew was some motherfucker went on looking for a strife and narrowly dodged getting his ass culled. The Terezi was taken.

Enemy of one's enemy he supposed. And the brother helped at him making necklace of Eridan's teeth and that, truly, was a good time. Dave had proven himself and he could hardly resist a game as like this.

The fear is fucking hilarious up at first. The determined look what follows is a challenge. His own snowball is maybe perhaps just slightly bigger than Dave's. He ducks Dave's shot quick and takes the chance for underhanded throw.

"HONK."

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