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Still kickin' in Arena 1
Who: Doc Holiday and open
What: Killing doki-dokis, being scary, having one arm, etc. Open to all!
Where: Candy Arena, near or around Milkshake Lake
When: Early Week 4 at anytime
Warnings: possible violence and the other usual stuff
Holiday stayed motionless as the arena was plunged into total darkness again. Disorienting wasn't a good enough word for this. Not only did she not know how long she had been in this place (it felt like eternity) but she also had no handle on a sleeping pattern. The latter might have been a good thing, though... Still, going instantly from bright to dark was really annoying in a place where everything was trying to get the drop on you.
The heavy blood loss and shock was still wearing down on her, but Holiday had been doing considerably better since then. Her left arm was still gone, of course, but she was managing. Honestly, it was luck she was alive. A fight hadn't come her way since the Cornucopia decades ago.
She did make Chris go his separate way, but she had a feeling he didn't go too far. That was fine with her. So long as Holiday wasn't weighing him down, that was fine. Chris had a real chance of winning this one if he could last just a little longer. For now, she was just focusing on getting by. Her gifts of food and water had come at a surprising and thankful twist. Perhaps Jack saw something in her that she didn't. It was enough of a motivation to keep her moving.
Finally, her eyes had adjusted again. Soon enough, the blinding day would be back and it would be another panic attack of who was where, but it wasn't right now. Holiday let out a silent breath and continued to move. Migrating was key.
What: Killing doki-dokis, being scary, having one arm, etc. Open to all!
Where: Candy Arena, near or around Milkshake Lake
When: Early Week 4 at anytime
Warnings: possible violence and the other usual stuff
Holiday stayed motionless as the arena was plunged into total darkness again. Disorienting wasn't a good enough word for this. Not only did she not know how long she had been in this place (it felt like eternity) but she also had no handle on a sleeping pattern. The latter might have been a good thing, though... Still, going instantly from bright to dark was really annoying in a place where everything was trying to get the drop on you.
The heavy blood loss and shock was still wearing down on her, but Holiday had been doing considerably better since then. Her left arm was still gone, of course, but she was managing. Honestly, it was luck she was alive. A fight hadn't come her way since the Cornucopia decades ago.
She did make Chris go his separate way, but she had a feeling he didn't go too far. That was fine with her. So long as Holiday wasn't weighing him down, that was fine. Chris had a real chance of winning this one if he could last just a little longer. For now, she was just focusing on getting by. Her gifts of food and water had come at a surprising and thankful twist. Perhaps Jack saw something in her that she didn't. It was enough of a motivation to keep her moving.
Finally, her eyes had adjusted again. Soon enough, the blinding day would be back and it would be another panic attack of who was where, but it wasn't right now. Holiday let out a silent breath and continued to move. Migrating was key.
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It was almost a relief when she saw Holiday, a somewhat familiar face; it kinda helped that she was lacking an arm, too. It meant Barbara felt a bit safer about coming forward into the doctor's space.
"Funny running into you, here."
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She gave a small smile, despite herself. "I guess it's a small candy-coated world. Have you been fairing okay?"
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"You eat any good gummy bears?" Doki dokis. Great, so long as you didn't find a hand in their stomach or something.
She glanced at Holiday's arm, and then flinched at her own internal-joke.
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Her smile fell when she followed the girl's eyes, but came back quickly enough. "Just a scratch," she joked, "Don't worry about it. I'm fine."
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"I'd say yes?"
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The doctor gave a little chuckle. "I, uh, don't really cook actually. When I do, either someone gets sick or something catches on fire."
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"I'll make you my porkchops some time."
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"Have you been eating the candy, by the way? I've been too scared that it may be toxic."
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This is largely just one big experiment, though.
"Only when I have to," she admitted. "I don't think the sugar rush is much better than the poison."
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Holiday's usually smart, but the Capitol uses all sorts of new and interesting stuff. You never know here.
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"Thank you for this."
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"Might I just want to share the risk." She's a bit nervous.
"It'll be done in a second."
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Soon enough, though, it was time to try and carve up the meat. Her makeshift dinner was done.