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Who| Donatello, OPEN
What| Donatello searches for Mindy. Here's who and what he finds and thinks along the way.
Where| Throughout the building!
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| None, at the moment!

After Don and Max split up, Don went on his own.

He knew what his objective was - to find Mindy. He knew that Mindy was more than capable of defending herself, but he wanted to be nearby if need be. Plus, he food, and weapons...and now had a bo. His weapon of choice. It was old and probably would shatter on impact, but it was something that reminded him of him. Keep him grounded.

Using his map, he made his way throughout the floors. He avoided elevators when he could, instead lockpicking what exits and stairways he could find. Quite a few of them had not been forced open, which meant people hadn't found them or hadn't been able to get them open. Well, he did. Now, perhaps, once he found Mindy, he could make traps. After all, there were plenty of items to use, and he had that metal wire--

At this, he stopped. Huh.

It was the first time in a while he'd been thinking about doing any kind of tinkering. Much less lay traps. It was...nice. Felt good.

Maybe that bo really was helping him.

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Mindy was, of course, pack racking like mad. There was no way she was going to be caught with her pants down, not again. She was still smarting from a previous encounter, but as was Mindy's nature, paid little attention to this. There were still a few people she was looking after, even if some (Ellie) were taken care of now.

Not everyone had a buddy, and Mindy was more than used to being alone now that she knew that was the way it had to be.

For now, Donatello would see her sprinting across the halls fast: she was not a girl to linger if she could help it.

Oh, he saw her, all right. And about time, too - how long had he been looking for her?

"Mindy!!" He quickly leaped into action, running after her. "Wait up!"

Mindy stopped, turning to Donatello. He could see there was already a physical change her demeanor: she was all hard now, fierce and ready to fight when she needed to. When she saw it was Donatello, she relaxed.

"Hey. Shit Don, I thought I was gonna have to take you on! What's up?"

Don saw it. Almost considered bringing up his bo for defense, though he, too relaxed.

"Not much," he replied, looking around. "Getting a feel of the place. Also wanted to touch base with you, make sure you had supplies and food and such."

He knew he probably wouldn't need to be by her side, as he was with Momoko and, to the extent she had needed it, Ariadne. Still, it never hurt to make sure an ally was all right.

"And also, figure out a place to set up a meeting camp, a safe spot. Did you get a Sponsor map, by any chance?"

"Been picking up a few things here and there," she said. "Making sure if I die, it'll be because of death things, not some cooked up bullshit like not getting enough food. Also, the water's not poisoned at least."

Although she was wondering about exactly WHY this place was more accommodating this time around. Something had to be up, that was how reality shows WORKED. There was always a twist.

"Have friends with the map, but I memorized it anyway. Kinda have to. I don't know it by heart, but I can work it out at least."

There was blood on her, by the way. Not hers.

"I see." Don was quiet for a moment, before he spoke again. The sight of the blood sunk in a bit, though it took him a moment to realize whose it actually was. Mainly, whose blood it wasn't. "Who was it?"

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Mindy gave him a look. "You really think I sat around to ask him? I'd rather not know. I'm sure I'll find out who it was later."

She didn't look particularly pleased about that either.

"Not exactly," Don shrugged. "I wondered if you knew who it was, is all."

Given how long he'd been in the Arena, he generally recognized - or at least somewhat knew - the large majority of the people in the Arena. The newer people, he was a bit fuzzier on, but otherwise, he knew the faces of the veterans.

Mindy shook her head. "Nah. I mean, pale looking, while hair, scared look in his eyes. Cute, for a boy. I didn't want to really get to know him before, you know."

"...He sounds...slightly familiar." Don shook his head. "I think he's a newer one, though. Shell if I can remember his name."

Didn't want to get to know him. It made sense. It was a risk to get close to people in this place. His memories of Ariadne, Lottie, Tony, Shepard...them and others. It was a bad idea.

Which was why he was getting to know Mindy, among others. ~~What the shell was wrong with him? Did he just...never learn? But on the other hand, how well had he done trying to be alone?...Not well. Not at all.~~

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Mindy shrugged. "It won't change anything. I can worry about the repercussions when this is done."

It was more of a thing of what good would it do? Loathe as she was to admit it, Azula had a point about vendettas: they were useless to anyone, better to just do what you had to, keep moving.

Granted, it sucked killing someone she didn't even know. This place was already starting to make it easy for her to rationalize it to begin with.

"You ice anyone yet?"

"Not yet," Don replied, rubbing his head. "Surprisingly. Everyone seems to be hiding, for the present. I'm sure eventually, I will, but for right now..."

Mainly because he knew. Eventually, the Capitol would make him fight. Make someone else fight him, if he refused.

"Yeah, take your time. Don't wanna be sloppy. You don't look like you are, but you know, in a place like this, people use things to their advantages. Be careful."

He was understanding there was no choice too.

"Pretty much..."

He learned that lesson about sloppiness. Eventually. After getting stabbed in the shell. It was complicated

"...same to you. So, what do you think about a safe place? In case we get new supplies from the Sponsors, or otherwise. We can put them in a place that's not readily accessible to others."

Mindy learned about the sloppy the first Arena around. She was not about to relive that lesson.

"I'm game to that. We'll just have to make sure no one else sees it, and only take what we need. The good thing about this place so far, its not as dangerous as the last one. Yet."

"Oh, its dangerous," Don replied. "There's a good half dozen things that could kill us. They could even poison the fountains, if they had a mind to."

Needless to say, as much as Don wanted to be optimistic...

"It'll have to be a place away from here. Away from the gift shops and obvious food areas." At this, Don brought out his back, showing the metal wire. "There's electricity here, so I can set a trap with this. A trap we'd be able to maneuver but on one else would know how to."

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"That's why you plan for back up rations," Mindy said, which she and the girls had. If they were going to die it was at least going to be by an actual fight hopefully not from something stupid like lack of food or taking a bath in poison.

See, this was why you always needed a techie on your team. Fuck that lone shit until the very end, teammates had way of really surprising you.

"I can think of a few exhibits, maybe, depending on what they throw at us next. Good plan! How would it work?"

"And those I've got plenty of," Don replied, nodding. "I managed to get some more from the shops, and I don't eat and drink much during these times."

He slid his finger on the wire.

"It would be pretty easy. Trip the wires, become a grounder and get electrocuted."

"Good for you then," Mindy said, clearly impressed. Donatello was a ninja turtle, of course: he was bound to have learned some survival techniques of his own, especially having to go through a few of these. "I better learn how to control my hunger too."

Mindy nodded. "I can help you set up. Da-I mean, my mentor was good at this stuff, but I'm a fast learner. This shouldn't be too hard to figure."

"Its not too difficult," Don replied, his mind churning. "I'll need a battery. A car battery. There might be some in the basement..."

At this, he brought out a few of the knives he had gotten from the exhibit.

"Combo this with exposed wires, and improvised clamps...the only way to stop the flow of energy would be to undo the clamps in the battery. But you have to know where the battery is." At this, Don eyed a nearby fountain. "I think I know where we can do this."

"Good, because I actually do have a car battery. I'd wanna ask the girls, since we were planning to blow people up, but if we can do it in a better way, then I'm going to opt for going that route. It's not like we're gonna be able to do much with the car now anyway. I think things are gonna start getting worse, the more we get into this."

She looked over at the fountain. "Oh. Yeah, that might do it."

"Especially with the numbers dwindling." Don's eyes were still scanning the area. "Yeah. I think I've got it. Who are you with, right now?"

"Yeah, I know," Mindy said, sighing. "Uh, Ellie and Sandy. Well, whenever we reunite again. Ellie did find her daddy figure or whatever, that Joel guy. So she's pretty happy."

"That's..."

Not good. Bringing family into this place, like that, because Ellie was popular or rebellious. For Don, he wasn't sure how he'd react to his own family arriving in Panem.

He managed to nod.

"...all right. That works. If you can get the car battery, when should we meet back here?"

Mindy agreed, and if they had talked about it, they probably would have come up with similar reasons why this shouldn't happen. Still, it made her happy, and at least she was protected, right?

"Let me thing. I'll give it a day. Wanna make sure I'm not followed or anything."

"All right," Don replied. "Meet back here, then, tomorrow?"

"Yeah, you got it," Mindy said. "I'll have it ready."

It had been awhile since Sigma had constructed much at all, and although he had kept this skill to himself, he was proficient in the mechanical sciences. Despite his commitment to nonviolence, now the Doctor was considering making rudimentary traps - nothing lethal, but perhaps a machine that would strike a bell when a certain radius around it was crossed- to keep him alive for as long as possible.

Moving into the planetarium to search for materials, the Doctor found his gaze falling upon Don at a distance, and he stopped. For only a moment, familiar hate boiled under the surface of his calm demeanour, and then it was gone. It wasn't Donatello who had ended his son's life permanently, after all. His son had taken care of that, himself.

After a series of deep breaths, Sigma finally approached the Tribute. "Evening," he said in what could have been a joke.

Don's head whipped around at this. He, too, had been looking for materials to ensure that the safe place trap would work. When he saw who it was, however, his heart first began to pump, but slowly, calm down. Sigma wasn't an enemy anymore.

At least he was mostly sure of it.

"Hey." He carefully slid down from where he was, to the floor. "Guess we've got similar ideas to come over here."

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It felt odd to be speaking to Don as if they were somehow allies, but Sigma tries his best. Perhaps some harmless banter would be good for him.

"Yeah?" He starts awkwardly. He looks to the parts laying about them and asks, "You know your way around a machine, as well?"

"...Yeah..." This was awkward, but Don took comfort that he still had both arms this time. "Haven't done much with it for awhile, but...yeah. They called me the techy turtle back home."

"Really?" Sigma sounds genuinely impressed. "I have a Doctorate in mechanical engineering, you know. I'm sure if we put our heads together, we can salvage something from this junk..." He would hold his tongue on the fact that he had made for himself many traps in the past.

Sigma allowed Don to propose their first project. "Well. What is it you had in mind?"

"An electric trap for supply protection," Don replied. "I've got wire, and a water supply, but I need a backup electricity supply in case the battery doesn't pan out. So I'm looking for wires I can bring alive from the wall."

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There's a pause as Sigma considers this. "Good idea. Well, let's get looking," he proposes. Arms that once tore Don's arm from his socket begin gently inspecting the wall, peeling back decaying layers of insulation, his metal arms impervious to injury.

Noting how amazingly awkward he is being, to just come in and begin helping Don as if they were friends, he stops as quickly as he started.

"Ah, wait. You... you do not mind if I help out, right?"

"Oh...no, not at all."

Just in case, though, Don does look around. Not at Sigma, but to make sure again, that others weren't coming. It was awkward (and admittedly, interesting, seeing him work the wires and insulation), but there was no point in increasing it, in Don's mind.

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