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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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"You tell a story first." He didn't think the energy to manage speaking and walking. As it was, as they went along he got heavier as he put more of his weight on Cindy, and his steps got slower, his legs shaking as the effort wore him out.
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She wasn't even paying attention to the rest of the world; it was just them two right now. "Me first. Okay. Well, back in '87, I was in Switzerland. And it was freezing. I'm talking forty below cold, and I was outrunning these two guys down the slopes. I was on a snowmobile, and they were too, two of them on one, and me on the other." One step, two steps, and he was getting heavy. "And they were yelling at me in Russian, which I've never been great at, so I couldn't really understand them."
Cindy was good at telling stories, talking while they steadily came to a halt. "So I'm getting away, and they've got these machine guns, right? And they're loud. So loud, and I feel this rumbling and--" They sink to the ground. "Shit."
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But then his hand dropped and his eyes closed. He wasn't dead yet, but it wouldn't be long. In the meantime he wouldn't wake up or be able to swallow any water - although it was too late for that to do any good.
Aaaaaaand finish?
"Don't worry." She smiled, still feeling his hand on her cheek. She moved his head to her lap, and she looked down.
"Don't worry." She repeated, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "It's going to be warm soon."
She didn't care if they(she) could be attacked right now. She'd wait till he was gone, and then she would go.