[OPEN]

[isthistheregion]

Who| The Creature and OPEN (after the thread with John Watson)
What| (Finally) seeing some action
Where| Starting on the 2nd floor, can be anywhere for the Open section
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Violence, no death (yet). In the Open section, Creature's going to be highly keyed-up and ready to jump at shadows, so it'll be easy to send him back into fighting mode. He may be able to be talked down, though -- if there's a particular direction you'd like the thread to go in, ping me. Otherwise we'll play it by ear. Thread starters in the comments.

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[Closed to John Watson]

[isthistheregion]

He was hungry.

There had been no more food or water from whatever benefactor had decided to back him. And while he was used to living on little, hiding in secluded corners while the Arena became consumed in destruction around him was proving untenable. He needed to find something.

He arrived on the third floor only to find it a ruin. Once, there had been food for the taking here. Now there was only the bubbling tar pit and a massive hole looking down on the next floor below.

No hope here. But he didn't need to look for stairs or get back on the noisy elevator to get down to the next level: there was a pile of broken pieces of floor and solidified lava that reached high enough for him to leap down onto without harm. The Creature dropped off the edge and landed, proceeding to nimbly and quickly pick his way over the rubble.

Another small pile was in his way. He launched himself over, on his way to the stairwell.

[OPEN]

[isthistheregion]

He had never felt cold like this. Snow and ice had never been a detriment to him. But this -- the cold cut so deeply that it burned on the spots where the liquid had touched his scalp, his neck, his hands. He flung himself into a stairwell and crashed into the wall.

His screams were inhuman.

It took some time for the pain to become a dull, throbbing ache under his skin, and that was when he began to move again. Slowly making his way, wary whenever he stood on the threshold of another level. Fearful that the rain would start again.