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thearena2013-11-08 11:49 am
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[OPEN] Go back to screaming and cursing
Who | Lin Mayuzumi, Guy Crood, and YOU!
What | Lin escapes the Compounds and stumbles across whoever might be in the jungle, including Guy.
When | Week 3
Where | In the jungle outside of the Compounds.
Warnings | Typical Lin Mayuzumi being an ass, for now.
Within the compounds Lin was well fed and watered - but, while this was more than could be said for many of the other Tributes, the lawyer could not consider her shelter a blessing. Day after day Lin patrolled the forcefield barrier diligently, backpack stocked, hunting knife in hand, marching like a good soldier for hours on end, waiting for the shields to come down. At night she hid herself in the white house's attics, inside boxes, beneath heaps of clothes, under sinks, anywhere a snooping Tribute was least likely to look. She did her best not to speak with any of the other prisoners, not to make an alliance nor to start a fight, and after awhile Lin felt no longer human but like a concept, surviving for survival's sake.
Then the alarm sounds, loud, unavoidable, and Lin screams and thrashes her head, covering her sensitive ears. When they feel as though they are about to pop, to bleed her to death, the terrible noise relents - and though deafened by the sound, when she looks up, the familiar, warped image of the forcefield is gone. She tosses a clod of dirt ahead, and once it rolls beyond the confines and does not fry, she does not need to be told twice: Lin bolts into the jungle like a bat out of hell.
She even stores her knife to avoid running herself through should she take an unexpected spill. Her hair, pulled into a high ponytail, bobs behind her like a pendulum as she tears through the trees. The only thing the woman is concerned with now is getting as far, far away from that place as she could.
If there was one thing she absolutely could not stand, it was being trapped.
What | Lin escapes the Compounds and stumbles across whoever might be in the jungle, including Guy.
When | Week 3
Where | In the jungle outside of the Compounds.
Warnings | Typical Lin Mayuzumi being an ass, for now.
Within the compounds Lin was well fed and watered - but, while this was more than could be said for many of the other Tributes, the lawyer could not consider her shelter a blessing. Day after day Lin patrolled the forcefield barrier diligently, backpack stocked, hunting knife in hand, marching like a good soldier for hours on end, waiting for the shields to come down. At night she hid herself in the white house's attics, inside boxes, beneath heaps of clothes, under sinks, anywhere a snooping Tribute was least likely to look. She did her best not to speak with any of the other prisoners, not to make an alliance nor to start a fight, and after awhile Lin felt no longer human but like a concept, surviving for survival's sake.
Then the alarm sounds, loud, unavoidable, and Lin screams and thrashes her head, covering her sensitive ears. When they feel as though they are about to pop, to bleed her to death, the terrible noise relents - and though deafened by the sound, when she looks up, the familiar, warped image of the forcefield is gone. She tosses a clod of dirt ahead, and once it rolls beyond the confines and does not fry, she does not need to be told twice: Lin bolts into the jungle like a bat out of hell.
She even stores her knife to avoid running herself through should she take an unexpected spill. Her hair, pulled into a high ponytail, bobs behind her like a pendulum as she tears through the trees. The only thing the woman is concerned with now is getting as far, far away from that place as she could.
If there was one thing she absolutely could not stand, it was being trapped.