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thearena2013-11-01 03:25 pm
burnedbrighter) wrote in thearena2013-11-01 03:25 pm
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Choose your own adventure with Azula
Who: Azula and anyone foolish or brave enough to get close
What: detoxing off her meds and other games
Where: The Labs and surrounding area.
When: Week two
Warnings/Notes: Azula is coming down off an addiction to Morphling, so she may be volatile and violent
These labs were a dark and depressing place. And that was perfect for someone who wanted to wallow in her own misery.
Huddled in a nest made of desks, chairs and assorted furniture Azula had set up her tent in a far corner of the lab. She needed privacy for when the cravings became too much. When she was incapacitated with sweating and muttering and visions. Unfortunately she lacked proper privacy because somewhere in the melee and madness of the first week, one of her tributes had found her and was sticking close to her for protection.
Diana was decent company on the whole. A bit too relaxed about personal space for Azula's taste, and entirely weak and pathetic when it came to combat. They'd hardly had any training time accomplished before this arena so who knows if Diana maintained any of it.
The needs came and went. Sometimes she felt clear headed enough to hunt, and so she did. The rewards were few but she was gradually gaining an understanding of the area. Their dwindling food supply however warned they would need to travel farther from the lab if a fresh food source couldn't be found.
And worse of all, she had been in the arena this long and killed no one. Not a single person! Her last arena was over in a matter of days. This time around she'd been so focused on protecting herself and ensuring she had a safe place to detox she hadn't managed to kill anyone.
Well the time for that would end soon. How much longer could her body need to adjust to the lack of chemicals in her system?
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The lush plantlife provided plenty of places for Azula to hide her beartrap.
Lurking in the trees with a sharpened stick she waited, she could wait for hours without moving, at least until the shaking from her detox came back around. For now she had her nails buried in the bark of a tree so she wouldn't accidentally shake the leaves and was grinding her teeth waiting for anyone foolish enough to cross under her. If they stepped in the beartrap it would be perfect.
If they were just close enough she could jump on them from above and try to force them into the trap? Even better.
She hated it so much that she could just scream if she wasn't biting her lip to keep from giving away her position.
Stupid STUPID Azula. She had let the hallucinations get to her. The aching and the heat and the need for her medication! Chasing some vision deeper into the woods then usual she'd found herself caught in a rainstorm and was currently taking shelter under a tree in her poncho shaking like the leaves above her.
The sound was gentle and soothing to most people, but to her it was a deafening roar that only brought back memories of her first brush with death. How close she'd come to passing on as nothing more then another failed tribute. All it would have taken was one more moment...her mouth would have opened gasping for the air it needed, sucking water into her lungs instead...
...she hated the rain. But could not, would not dare to venture out into it to try and return to the safety of her nest. The thought of it was enough to make her bite her lip even harder and taste the blood from it.
What: detoxing off her meds and other games
Where: The Labs and surrounding area.
When: Week two
Warnings/Notes: Azula is coming down off an addiction to Morphling, so she may be volatile and violent
These labs were a dark and depressing place. And that was perfect for someone who wanted to wallow in her own misery.
Huddled in a nest made of desks, chairs and assorted furniture Azula had set up her tent in a far corner of the lab. She needed privacy for when the cravings became too much. When she was incapacitated with sweating and muttering and visions. Unfortunately she lacked proper privacy because somewhere in the melee and madness of the first week, one of her tributes had found her and was sticking close to her for protection.
Diana was decent company on the whole. A bit too relaxed about personal space for Azula's taste, and entirely weak and pathetic when it came to combat. They'd hardly had any training time accomplished before this arena so who knows if Diana maintained any of it.
The needs came and went. Sometimes she felt clear headed enough to hunt, and so she did. The rewards were few but she was gradually gaining an understanding of the area. Their dwindling food supply however warned they would need to travel farther from the lab if a fresh food source couldn't be found.
And worse of all, she had been in the arena this long and killed no one. Not a single person! Her last arena was over in a matter of days. This time around she'd been so focused on protecting herself and ensuring she had a safe place to detox she hadn't managed to kill anyone.
Well the time for that would end soon. How much longer could her body need to adjust to the lack of chemicals in her system?
******************************************************************************************************************************************************
The lush plantlife provided plenty of places for Azula to hide her beartrap.
Lurking in the trees with a sharpened stick she waited, she could wait for hours without moving, at least until the shaking from her detox came back around. For now she had her nails buried in the bark of a tree so she wouldn't accidentally shake the leaves and was grinding her teeth waiting for anyone foolish enough to cross under her. If they stepped in the beartrap it would be perfect.
If they were just close enough she could jump on them from above and try to force them into the trap? Even better.
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She hated it so much that she could just scream if she wasn't biting her lip to keep from giving away her position.
Stupid STUPID Azula. She had let the hallucinations get to her. The aching and the heat and the need for her medication! Chasing some vision deeper into the woods then usual she'd found herself caught in a rainstorm and was currently taking shelter under a tree in her poncho shaking like the leaves above her.
The sound was gentle and soothing to most people, but to her it was a deafening roar that only brought back memories of her first brush with death. How close she'd come to passing on as nothing more then another failed tribute. All it would have taken was one more moment...her mouth would have opened gasping for the air it needed, sucking water into her lungs instead...
...she hated the rain. But could not, would not dare to venture out into it to try and return to the safety of her nest. The thought of it was enough to make her bite her lip even harder and taste the blood from it.
Re: At the labs
Knowing Diana, you'd almost think she'd planned it out. But even Diana acted on instinct while she slept, and was mostly unaware of how physical she was when she was alseep.
More than anything, Diana simply hoped that when she slept she wouldn't writhe about with nightmares or jolt awake. Luckily, for now she seemed to be getting away with just her facial muscles twitching and muttering non-words inbetween breaths. Squeezing Azula tighter and hiding in the padding of the bag.
Hopefully this nap wouldn't be too long.
Re: At the labs
The twitching was something she recognized from the very short time she'd had a room mater in the facility. Everybody had nightmares. Azula was often curious about how her body acted when in the clutches of one.
That was of course before she took up heavy medications.
What was it people were supposed to do in situations like this? Normal people...not screwed up monsters like she was.
Trying to put herself in the shoes of a normal person was more difficult then she was prepared for, but thankfully TV movies had provided at least some small reference. She drew an arm out of the sleeping bag and gently brushed her fingertips over Diana's hair.
It felt ridiculous.