Orc angry, Orc smash.

[paidinbeer]

Who: Orc and anyone unfortunate enough to get in his way.
What: A rampage through the jungle, alot of wasted time and energy for nothing.
Where: Wherever you want.
When: Week 7
Notes: Death, violence, and Orc being unreasonable.

"AUNAMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The anguished roar of a furious monster roared so loud that it sent local flora and fauna running for their lives.

Crashing through the forest, tears rolled down Orc's cheeks and he roared again,

"AUNAMEEEEEEEE!"


He knew it was his own fault. He never should have gotten so drunk. He never should have left Howard alone for so long!

He had searched the forest desperately each day after he'd gone. And just like that Howard and Diana were both dead.

And he was alone with the murderer.

Anger drove him on, eating him up inside as he shoved over trees and tore through the underbrush leaving trampled plants in his wake. A raptor that had wandered too far from the pack died as Orc slammed a fist into it's head so hard it's neck snapped and jaw crumbled.

Someone had to pay for Orc's failures, and he wanted to make sure it was Aunamee.
And anyone who got in his way would move one way or another.

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[the_marshal]

Orc.

Understanding passed over his face, a wash like a tide, and while he didn't known the details, he could piece together a hazy picture. He knew Orc, knew he was prone to fits and rages - often fueled by liquor - and could all to easily how a tragic result could come out of them.

"It's alright..." He hobbled closer, a hand against his side as the blistered skin pulled and threatened to tear. The other he rested on her shoulder once he was close enough. "You'll see him, back in the Capitol an' you'll be able to explain..."

He hoped. For both Ellie, and Howard's sake.

"The arena's got a way of makin' people understandin'."

Most people anyway.

Listening for the roar of the flying machine, he caught the soft, familiar, chime of the parachute and looked up in time to catch sight of it as it dipped between the high roots of a tree.

He squeezed the girl's shoulder gently.

"I think ya go somethin', Ellie."

[onlyimmune]

She hoped Wyatt was right. She really did, she hoped Orc would understand, because when he didn't...

When he didn't, he was absolutely terrifying.

When she caught Wyatt looking behind her, she frowned until he said something. "Wha--" Turning, she caught sight of the parachute just as it gently touched the ground.

"Oh." Her face looked blank at as she slowly stood up and walked over to it, picking it up carefully as if in a daze, and opening it. Her expression only worsened as she pulled out the water, and then the note.

A drawing. Stick figures. One was obviously Orc, and the other...

"Howard..." He looked up at Wyatt, miserably. "It isn't for me," She said, her voice cracking, the tears standing ready, swimming in the corners of her eyes. "It isn't for me, Wyatt, Howard sent it for Orc--"

Off in the distance, a second parachute was chiming it's way down towards them.

[the_marshal]

It was bad enough, Wyatt had found, to receive gifts from excited sponsors when you killed someone, but to get one from a friend of the fallen, intended, but too late... his heart went out to her.

Hand steady on her shoulder, he opened his mouth, unsure if there was any way to really soothe something such as this, but intending to try -- when he was cut off by the arrival of another canister.

He frowned at it, as it descended, coming a soft rest a few feet away. He'd gone almost the entire arena without seeing the things once, and now there'd been three in a matter of days.

He couldn't say much for the Capitol's timing.

He looked back at her, a silent question, and then went to pick it up. Bending carefully, he scooped it into his arms and cracked it open, fishing out the note.

"This one's for ya," he said softly, offering it out to her.

[onlyimmune]

She scrubbed her arm over her eyes, willing the tears away though they kept stubborning appearing. She carefully folded the little drawing of Howard and Orc and put it into her pocket, before putting the bottled water under her arm and reaching out to take the note and package from Wyatt.

She was silent as she read it, and when she spoke her voice was extremely quiet.

"Go get 'em, tiger," She murmured, before carefully folding it away with the first and looking up at Wyatt, heartbroken. "... It's from Venus. She-- she was nice. Glad she's... glad she's alright." She looked down into the package and carefully unwrapped it. Jerky, a little bit of fruit...

"Food. She... It's food, Wyatt. Here." She carefully took a piece of jerky, bit half of it off, and held out the other half.

[the_marshal]

His stomach tightened, curling in on itself at the sight of food - the first thing he'd felt in days other than the pain.

But he still paused a moment, studying her face. He didn't know this Venus woman himself, but clearly Ellie did. It was clear as crystal that Ellie fond of her and he wanted to give her a chance to realize she didn't have to share her gift with him, that he'd understand.

"Ya sure, sis? Ya already saved my life, ya don't have to."

[onlyimmune]

"Eat it, Wyatt," She demanded, holding it out. There was no way in hell that she was going to spend this afternoon killing one friend and making the other one starve.

(She didn't even notice that she'd started thinking of Orc as her friend.)

"Just-- eat it. We'll save the rest for later. I-- let's just go, okay, I don't want to stay here."

[the_marshal]

He took it without further hesitation, tucking the hard piece of meat in against his cheek where he could suck on it (both to soften it and to make last longer).

"I think I got a few miles in me," he told her, agreeing to that sentiment without any fight. They'd been holed up in the tree hollow for days and it was heavy with the smell of blood and burnt flesh.

He'd be happy to put it behind him.

"Help me pack up, an' we'll head out."

wrapping this up! c:

[onlyimmune]

"Just let me know if it's too much and we'll stop," She said, sucking on her own jerky mutely as she tucked the food and the water into her pockets and followed behind him.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."