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thearena2013-10-28 07:33 pm
splendid_roman) wrote in thearena2013-10-28 07:33 pm
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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.
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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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.
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