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thearena2013-03-29 03:35 pm
gladiatorial) wrote in thearena2013-03-29 03:35 pm
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[open] High Ground
Who Shatterstar, Rictor, OPEN
What Rictor and Star have chosen a hiding spot for the night.
Where The top of Splash Mountain.
When Early week 2.
Warnings/Notes None so far!
Reaching the top of the structure made it clear to Star that not all was right. When he boosted Rictor up to the next tier of fake dirt and overgrown plants, it was a mild strain. His swords weren't the only weapons he'd been robbed of.
However, they reached the peak without real incident. Shatterstar's hollow bones made it simple for Rictor to pull him up or lift him. And although weakened, Star could still easily do his part to help Rictor. The high ground made Star feel slightly more secure about having to spend the night here. He would have rather found the heart of the problem and ended it, but searching had led to wandering had led to resignation. The man-made mountain they'd chosen to hole up in was balding. The plants, some dead and some horribly overgrown, were real. However, cement bounders and carved dead trees peppered the structure. It was balding in places, revealing a less whimsical character.
Star had taken a perch to watch their surroundings while Rictor inspected the hollow. Decrepit tracks led into the shelter, and there were ledges and surfaces big enough to comfortably traverse. Doubtlessly employees had once made frequent use of them. A breeze caught his cape, reminding Star that despite the temperate weather, the night might be cool. The sun was setting quickly, creating long shadows on the park below. He could spot a few groups at a distance, but Star imagined that at this point most of them were taking cover... or going on the hunt. His empty hands flexed, unconsciously calling on blades that weren't there anymore.
His boots gripped the gravel and dust, and Star hoisted himself back up and over the stones into the darkness. Some ambient light still outlined Rictor's figure against the bowels of the ride.
"We should take shifts," he called softly as he entered. "It's as important to rest as it is to remain vigilant."
What Rictor and Star have chosen a hiding spot for the night.
Where The top of Splash Mountain.
When Early week 2.
Warnings/Notes None so far!
Reaching the top of the structure made it clear to Star that not all was right. When he boosted Rictor up to the next tier of fake dirt and overgrown plants, it was a mild strain. His swords weren't the only weapons he'd been robbed of.
However, they reached the peak without real incident. Shatterstar's hollow bones made it simple for Rictor to pull him up or lift him. And although weakened, Star could still easily do his part to help Rictor. The high ground made Star feel slightly more secure about having to spend the night here. He would have rather found the heart of the problem and ended it, but searching had led to wandering had led to resignation. The man-made mountain they'd chosen to hole up in was balding. The plants, some dead and some horribly overgrown, were real. However, cement bounders and carved dead trees peppered the structure. It was balding in places, revealing a less whimsical character.
Star had taken a perch to watch their surroundings while Rictor inspected the hollow. Decrepit tracks led into the shelter, and there were ledges and surfaces big enough to comfortably traverse. Doubtlessly employees had once made frequent use of them. A breeze caught his cape, reminding Star that despite the temperate weather, the night might be cool. The sun was setting quickly, creating long shadows on the park below. He could spot a few groups at a distance, but Star imagined that at this point most of them were taking cover... or going on the hunt. His empty hands flexed, unconsciously calling on blades that weren't there anymore.
His boots gripped the gravel and dust, and Star hoisted himself back up and over the stones into the darkness. Some ambient light still outlined Rictor's figure against the bowels of the ride.
"We should take shifts," he called softly as he entered. "It's as important to rest as it is to remain vigilant."
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Still, it would more than do as a shelter. High up enough to keep a lookout, a flat surface to sleep on, and plenty of exit options if things went south. If they went deep enough, they could even make a fire without being spotted easily.
He was eyeing the high shadows of the tunnel, trying to spy the glint of a video camera, when Star's footsteps sounded behind him. Rictor turned to look over his shoulder — the whole of him seemed to glow fire and orange-gold, then the sun dipped a fraction lower, and he was just Shatterstar again.
"Go ahead and sleep." Rictor had twisted his cape into a makeshift bag to hold the few supplies Star had scored at the beginning of the arena. He tossed that now onto the floor. "You're looking kinda rough."
Honestly, between the two of them, Rictor probably looked worse, but that was only because Rictor didn't have whatever engineered genes which let Star look photogenic even after days wandering lost in post-atomic Disneyland without a shower. Up until fairly recently, "kinda rough" had been status quo for Rictor. He wasn't used to Star looking so... tired.
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He climbs and limps up into the mouth, cocking his head slightly at the weird basin that once held water. He remembers this ride. His memory of shrieking with glee at the splash is like a palimpcest on the reality of the situation, like the remnants of writing on a chalkboard that's been wiped. He had fun here, he knows that. He knows it but he can't feel it.
There's one of the log cars sitting a few yards into the ride, at the beginning of the ascent. Howard drags himself over and investigates it, clutching onto his injured leg as soon as he stops walking. He tips at it - he could tip it on its side. He doesn't want to sleep in it with its only exit at the top, because that means someone could get on top of him to block the exit. For a while, he just dismantles pieces off the track with his knife, until it gets too dark and he figures he's done enough to separate the car from the rail it sits upon.
He takes a deep breath and shoves it over. Unfortunately, he didn't anticipate that in the tunnel, it'd make a cacophonic, echoing smashing sound. He covers his hands with his ears too late and jumps a little, hoping no one's around to hear him. The car slides slightly down, making a further scraping sound that, to Howard, sounds more like a siren or an alarm than anything else.
He stays very still, afraid to crawl into his new bed.
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He raises a hand to stop Rictor from speaking, moving, anything. The light only extends so far into the descent, but there's enough that he can pick his way down the dried track. Anticipation rises in his stomach as the scene unfolds. Nothing's collapsed, but one of the log cars has mysteriously tipped over. There are several shapes that, under the right circumstances, could be someone waiting in the shadows.
Why they decided to mess around with some old fiberglass logs, Star isn't sure.
It's too dark to go hunting, but luckily Rictor has his back. Confidence seems like the way to go, and with the light pouring down behind him and creating an exaggerated silhouette, he looks the part of a real threat. Whoever it is will have to face him head on.
"You'd better just come out now," he tells the darkness. He squints as he searches for any hint of movement, be it retreat or attack.
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She's decided to make camp for another night inside Splash Mountain when she's alerted to a pair of voices she's not expecting. Copycat slinks around in the rafters with ease, taking a good look in the dim light at her company when she realizes... oh. shit.
Shatterstar. When the hell did he get here? He looks different from the year she spent on X-Force but she'll never forget that face. Or voice.
So much for stealth when her foot slips and she comes crashing to the ground in front of him in a mess of limbs and curses.