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thearena2014-01-22 06:26 pm
asmilinggod) wrote in thearena2014-01-22 06:26 pm
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I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more....
Who| Kevin and OTA!
What| Kevin has just been thrown into the arena. He has only the faintest idea of what's going on.
Where| Wandering the halls! Pick a location for your encounter for him in the subject.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| None exactly yet, but watch this space for edits. Kevin has literally only the understanding that his job is to be the last person left alive, and...he's dedicated to his job, so. He also wants to gather some information, though, so not all threads have to devolve into violence! Just let me know.
Scarred feet padded quietly along hard floors, making a soft pat-pat-pat sound as they went. A steady pace. No fear. The man that they belonged to was...well, to be perfectly honest, he was taking a little bit of time to admire the scenery. He loved museums back home, but there were...sort of different from this. This one was a lot...drier.
Never mind that this was kind of a surprise situation that he had found himself in in the first place. One minute he was back in Desert Bluffs, getting ready to go do the radio - the next, he was being herded into some kind of highly-spectated fight to the death. In a museum, of all places! They had even taken his suit and given him pajamas to fight in - happily, ones that he could still feel professional in. What WOULD they think of next, though? Reality television, always innovative!
He had gotten a couple of gifts from anonymous people - some food and a knife - and he DID think that was very nice. Here he was, given the jobs of entertaining and also staying alive, and someone had given him some tools to help him be productive in that task! Very thoughtful. The food was stashed away, the knife was concealed, folded, in his palm....
And he wore his trademark (literally, the company had been quite insistent on covering all bases) grin while he explored, all sharp teeth and light-less black eyes.
Gosh, he wondered to himself. Who was he going to meet first?
What| Kevin has just been thrown into the arena. He has only the faintest idea of what's going on.
Where| Wandering the halls! Pick a location for your encounter for him in the subject.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| None exactly yet, but watch this space for edits. Kevin has literally only the understanding that his job is to be the last person left alive, and...he's dedicated to his job, so. He also wants to gather some information, though, so not all threads have to devolve into violence! Just let me know.
Scarred feet padded quietly along hard floors, making a soft pat-pat-pat sound as they went. A steady pace. No fear. The man that they belonged to was...well, to be perfectly honest, he was taking a little bit of time to admire the scenery. He loved museums back home, but there were...sort of different from this. This one was a lot...drier.
Never mind that this was kind of a surprise situation that he had found himself in in the first place. One minute he was back in Desert Bluffs, getting ready to go do the radio - the next, he was being herded into some kind of highly-spectated fight to the death. In a museum, of all places! They had even taken his suit and given him pajamas to fight in - happily, ones that he could still feel professional in. What WOULD they think of next, though? Reality television, always innovative!
He had gotten a couple of gifts from anonymous people - some food and a knife - and he DID think that was very nice. Here he was, given the jobs of entertaining and also staying alive, and someone had given him some tools to help him be productive in that task! Very thoughtful. The food was stashed away, the knife was concealed, folded, in his palm....
And he wore his trademark (literally, the company had been quite insistent on covering all bases) grin while he explored, all sharp teeth and light-less black eyes.
Gosh, he wondered to himself. Who was he going to meet first?