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Who| Ian and open
What| Hanging about in the rain
Where| Somewhere in the vicinity of the caves
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Dehydration and possible mention of various bodily functions. Also death (in the thread with Cindy).

Ian would have happily stayed hiding in the caves until he died. But he'd underestimated just how bad not eating or drinking anything would make him feel. Despite eating a lot before the arena, and being on the plump side when he entered it, he was already horribly thin. The skin hung around his bones, with no moisture in it to keep it supple.

He'd heard the rain and although he wanted to die, not drink it, listening to it was driving him mad. So he wandered out, shivering in the cold air, with nothing to keep him warm beyond the clothes he'd entered the arena in. But he welcomed the rain, feeling the moisture on his body and he kept walking, although it was a slow, stumbling walk. By the time he thought to look where he was, he was lost, unable to remember which way he'd come through the jungle.

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Beck couldn't help but notice the User stumbling along in the jungle. It wasn't like he wasn't on guard; he come to the point where he always had his bow drawn, and grew nervous when he didn't have it in hand. But at the same time, he didn't want to go and attack people out of nowhere. Especially when it came to a User just like this guy looked like right now.

There was something very off about the way he walked. He was stumbling, Beck realized. Was he hurt? Tired?

He slowly approached the figure, resting his bow for a moment or two. "You okay?"

"Great, thanks," Ian said hoarsely. He didn't care too much about being attacked, so he said it sarcastically, not bothering to try and act as if he was okay and capable of fighting back. He did eye the bow warily, though.

Beck was going to ignore the sarcasm there.

He let the bow rest on his back, moving slowly towards the User. Things were always so tense in the Arena (understandably so), and he didn't want to seem like he was out to get this guy's blood. Especially when he was in a condition like that. "Do you need anything? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm glad to hear that." He wasn't sure it mattered that much, but he didn't particularly want to be killed. It would be embarrassing. "But there's nothing you can do, thank you." He coughed and winced as it made his dry throat drier.

Beck gave the guy a sad look. It sounded like he completely gave up on himself. Letting him go was probably the smart thing to do in regards to the Arena, but that wasn't fair. Or, at least, that's how he saw things.

He reached into his bag, and pulled out his thermos. "There's still some water in here. I didn't really drink any of it yet." Beck offered it to the guy, with a small little smile on his face.

He shook his head and stumbled a little as the motion made him dizzy for a second. "No, thanks. You keep it. You don't know when you might need it."

"I have plenty of it." Beck offered the canteen to the User again. "Seriously. If I ever need more, all I have to do is find a creek. I'll be fine."

"You can't be sure of that." But Ian kept his eyes on the canteen, sorely tempted in his thirst. "There might not be a creek nearby. Or you might be attacked before you found it."

"I'll be fine." Beck said, taking the canteen and placing it in the other's hand. "I've gone a little longer than I should with no water. There's probably other ways to get water around here."

He smiled, "Take a sip. Please."

His hand shook as he looked at the canteen. He desperately wanted a drink, but knew if he didn't have one it would be better all round. And yet, in this place where everyone was out to kill each other, here was someone helping him survive. So he took a sip.

It was hard not to just drain the whole thing, but aside from not wanting to deprive the other man of the rest of his water, he thought it might make him sick. He swallowed his mouthful, running his tongue over his lips.

Then he held the canteen out for the other man to take back. "Thank you."

Beck didn't really know why drinking water quickly made Users sick, but he was happy that this guy managed to take a sip, at least. It was just a little sip, but it was a lot better than letting him go off without taking any at all.

So he smiled. That was progress, at least!

"Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you." Ian smiled back, trying to look like someone who was capable of surviving without needing anything, rather than someone who was dying of dehydration. It was probably just as well there weren't any mirrors round here, because he didn't know what he looked like.

Beck gave the User a smile, and tucked his canteen away. He did his good deed (maybe he should do a little more...?), now maybe it was time for him to leave. Not that Beck wanted to. But at the same time, it was all for yourself, and he couldn't get tucked into this kind of stuff.

It was hard to get. But that's how it had to be, right?

"Take care, okay?" Beck gave him a smile, before backing away.

"You too." Ian smiled back before taking another path.