libertin: (about where i was made)
Dᴏᴍɪɴɪǫᴜᴇ ᴅ̶ᴇ̶ Cᴏᴜʀғᴇʏʀᴀᴄ。 ([personal profile] libertin) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-01-27 10:50 pm

You could be my luck

Who| Courfeyrac, Marius, Cosette, Joly, Max, and other invited (or uninvited guests)
What| Courfeyrac brings home a stray. Later, the campers gather to watch the nightly soap opera on the projection screen.
Where| 4th floor, near the mammals
When| Week 2, after this & this.
Warnings/Notes| N/A?  No tagging order, make your own threads if you want.  Let's make new CR and tag around!

Courfeyrac was waiting in the hallway outside of the mammal exhibit with his new acquaintance, X5-452, knocking out a pattern on the wall.  It wasn't any sort of standard pattern, but it would be recognizable to the people he hoped were still camped out around the corner as a sign that the approaching footsteps were his and not someone coming to kill them all.  

He waited for a response for several seconds before repeating the knocking, then, becoming eager, he called out to the campers in French, "You must answer when I knock, otherwise I will think you are dead.  Fools."
saisamour: (the subtle grace of gravity)

[personal profile] saisamour 2014-01-29 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Now, Marius had become vaguely aware of the danger even children could pose from the clips of the Games he had the misfortune of witnessing, even though he actively made a point to avoid them. So he tensed at the boy's conclusion, and every fibre in his being wanted to protest that he will not allow Courfeyrac to die by the child's hands, and that children should be enjoying their life and their innocence instead of murdering people, anyway.

But he was unarmed; he regretted leaving the pocket knife near the ground where he had been sitting only a while back. That, along with Courfeyrac's plea and the boy sheathing his knife, managed to keep his mouth shut.

Still, he cast a wide-eyed, worried glance at his friend. "I... I suppose we must have a system, if you say so."
designatedfreak: (interesting)

[personal profile] designatedfreak 2014-01-29 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Further back," she answered as she came closer. Even with dulled senses she could still observe the tell tale clues of other people within the small camp, a quiet whimpering, a decidedly female scent. Internally Max figured this tiny group would make good shields.

"A simple alert system would work for now. Did that elevator bring supplies?" She wasn't quite willing to part with her own bit of wire, but she would have no problem using their supplies.
saisamour: ok fine time for serious lyrics now (light reflects from your shadow)

[personal profile] saisamour 2014-01-30 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Marius blinked; first at the boy's odd name, then at how certain he had sounded when he mentioned the others. For what was not the first time he wondered whether it was right of Courfeyrac to lead this young one to their camp, and the pang of guilt immediately followed that thought. Despite everything, he was still only a child.

His mouth opened, and he almost carelessly enumerated the supplies they possessed—a crowbar, knives, a flash-light, among others—but he caught himself in time and snapped it shut. Instead, he glanced at Courfeyrac and waited for his friend's lead.
designatedfreak: (war games)

[personal profile] designatedfreak 2014-02-01 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Food can be stolen." She wasn't above leaving strangers to starve if it meant her allies would live a little longer.

Max looked at Marius with a frown. "Sleep. Three hours." She turned to Courfeyrac, "Bones, wood, anything that can be sharpened. Cans too. Noise alerts first, then something..." More deadly. "Bigger. I'll have to go to the cars first."
saisamour: (moment that you rise)

[personal profile] saisamour 2014-02-01 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Marius pressed his lips together to keep himself from protesting. Truthfully, though, X5-452 was correct in him needing sleep—and his eyelids drooped as if agreeing with the little boy.

Without a word, he curled up close to the corner and leaned the side of his head against the wall, allowing his eyes to fall shut. His breathing evened out almost immediately, and soon the looping narration from the screens and the occasional chatter of conversation faded into a murmur, as his mind drifted off into a place of dreaming.
designatedfreak: (unsure)

[personal profile] designatedfreak 2014-02-02 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
Max nods. She's not attached to this group, but counts its members among a growing group of allies. Besides, it would be good to have a place she can bed down without worrying someone would kill her while she slept.

"Also bring back the nuts and screws. And combustibles." A few more bombs wouldn't hurt to have at hand.

She makes sure to leave them with one of the cheese rounds that the Doctor had traded her, if only to prove that she would return, and then she was heading back to the stairwell and down to the place of their arrival. Internally she hoped none of them died before she could return.