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thearena2013-11-10 07:25 pm
paidinbeer) wrote in thearena2013-11-10 07:25 pm
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WHO| Orc, beer from the heavens and YOU
WHAT| Orc has been blessed with three cases of beer. Anyone dare try to take them from him?
WHEN| Week 4
WHERE| Near the labs
WARNINGS| Alcoholic 15 year old. Possibility for violence, homosexual slurs and homophobic talk
Orc had stepped out of the labs for a moment. He had told Howard it was because he had to take a leak.
But the truth of it was, all those empty cages and messed up equipment creeped him out. It felt stupid to get the willies from stuff like that after all he had seen and done and experienced...
...but memory was a powerful thing. And all he saw when he saw those cages was the zombie movie he'd stayed up too late to watch one night where the taxidermy animals came to life and were falling apart as they attacked.
And so he was trudging about the outside of the lab with his spear. The rest of his supplies were in with Howard. If there was one thing he trusted Howard could do, it was keep track of useful things.
That's how he found Orc after all.
Squinting against the light something caught Orc's eye. He ran his grey sludgy tongue over pebble coated lips and watched as a parachute with a shiny orb attached to it drifted down from the sky.
He was all set to go after it and see if he could find who it belonged to...but it seemed to be getting closer.
...it was for him!?
Let it land and approached slowly. He remembered finding something like this in the last arena too. There had to be something good inside...
His mouth fell open as he lay eyes upon a bounty of beer. Three cases worth! Back home that would be just enough to put him to sleep with a few cans left over to wake up to. But Capitol beer was something else! Something strong. A whole case would be more then enough to make him comfortably numb.
Without waiting, without moving to a safer place Orc promptly put his spear in the ground next to him, sat down and opened the first can with a satisfying and familiar "Pssssst!" Like the can wanted to share a secret with him.
He lifted the beer up slightly "Thank you." He grumbled to whoever out there had decided to take pity on him. And with that he set to drinking.
WHAT| Orc has been blessed with three cases of beer. Anyone dare try to take them from him?
WHEN| Week 4
WHERE| Near the labs
WARNINGS| Alcoholic 15 year old. Possibility for violence, homosexual slurs and homophobic talk
Orc had stepped out of the labs for a moment. He had told Howard it was because he had to take a leak.
But the truth of it was, all those empty cages and messed up equipment creeped him out. It felt stupid to get the willies from stuff like that after all he had seen and done and experienced...
...but memory was a powerful thing. And all he saw when he saw those cages was the zombie movie he'd stayed up too late to watch one night where the taxidermy animals came to life and were falling apart as they attacked.
And so he was trudging about the outside of the lab with his spear. The rest of his supplies were in with Howard. If there was one thing he trusted Howard could do, it was keep track of useful things.
That's how he found Orc after all.
Squinting against the light something caught Orc's eye. He ran his grey sludgy tongue over pebble coated lips and watched as a parachute with a shiny orb attached to it drifted down from the sky.
He was all set to go after it and see if he could find who it belonged to...but it seemed to be getting closer.
...it was for him!?
Let it land and approached slowly. He remembered finding something like this in the last arena too. There had to be something good inside...
His mouth fell open as he lay eyes upon a bounty of beer. Three cases worth! Back home that would be just enough to put him to sleep with a few cans left over to wake up to. But Capitol beer was something else! Something strong. A whole case would be more then enough to make him comfortably numb.
Without waiting, without moving to a safer place Orc promptly put his spear in the ground next to him, sat down and opened the first can with a satisfying and familiar "Pssssst!" Like the can wanted to share a secret with him.
He lifted the beer up slightly "Thank you." He grumbled to whoever out there had decided to take pity on him. And with that he set to drinking.