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thearena2014-02-17 12:34 am
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-02-17 12:34 am
WEAPONS ROLL RUN
"The museum will be closing in half an hour. At that time, something very special will be distributed to the Tributes brave enough to risk their peers at the first floor elevators."
The storm is still raging outside, casting everything on the first floor in a dim light occasionally shattered by flashes of lightning. The thunder rolling in the background seems to set the tone, although some may find it a welcome distraction from silence.
Half an hour passes. Five minutes before it's done, the elevators cease functioning, leaving Tributes to use the stairwells.
Each elevator door opens to reveal a handful of weapons: firecrackers, revolvers, grenades. There are no threats to the Tributes who try to retrieve them - none but their fellow competitors.
[OOC note: party-style post. Everyone tag away.]
The storm is still raging outside, casting everything on the first floor in a dim light occasionally shattered by flashes of lightning. The thunder rolling in the background seems to set the tone, although some may find it a welcome distraction from silence.
Half an hour passes. Five minutes before it's done, the elevators cease functioning, leaving Tributes to use the stairwells.
Each elevator door opens to reveal a handful of weapons: firecrackers, revolvers, grenades. There are no threats to the Tributes who try to retrieve them - none but their fellow competitors.
[OOC note: party-style post. Everyone tag away.]
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"I'm sorry. You're a doctor," he said, shaking his head.
He was definitely in shock though a huge part of it was psychological. It was horror over something like a gun existing. It was horror over what had just happened when he'd promised himself he'd only attack people trying to kill him - genuinely trying to kill him. Not ones he'd scared into thinking he was trying to kill them, accidental or not.
His decision to wander into that had put him in a position where he'd almost killed or had almost been killed by someone he might have normally gotten along with.
"I have friends who are doctors. Like Hawkeye and Julian and Joan. I almost hurt a doctor. I'm sorry..."
He liked the concept, people who just dedicated their lives to healing the sick. From hugging him when he needed a hug the most, to trying to save him and staying with him as he'd died, to keeping him from choking to death on his own vomit because of poison, the doctors here had turned out to be something he wished existed back home.
They had become something special in his eyes, still normal people, but normal people capable of a kind of wizardry he knew would take him a relative lifetime of education for him to master.
A literal lifetime, really, if you thought about it. Thirteen years of basic modern education he'd missed out on, four years of pre-med, four years of medical school, three to seven years of residency. Add that to his probably-twenty-two years of age and he would've been close to fifty before he finished. After which, he'd keel over and die because that was about as long as anyone lived where he was from because of the lack of medicine.
To Guy, what they did was a type of magic anyone could do that was still, despite that fact, magic. That was why the expression on his face was troubled, like that of a nine-year-old, Lisa Frank-loving, little girl that just realized she'd almost killed a unicorn.
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He paused, pulling out what was left of his medkit and beginning to tend to Guy's injuries. "Haven't hit anything vital here- just need to stop the bleeding. Hold still..."
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"I'm sorry," he said again, not sure where the sorries were all coming from. Vaguely, he realized that might be annoying. "I'm sorry I keep saying sorry."
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"I know. I know how it is. This place makes people - even good people -" What did it make them? "It makes them scared."
Scared people did stupid things.
"Is there anything you can do about the pain?"
It really, really hurt, especially now that the adrenaline was wearing off.
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"Sorry. I don't have any medication left- I had to treat two of my friends, and I didn't have much to begin with. I do- listen, if I get hold of some more, I will come find you, alright? I will. I'll- hang on, I'll give you a list of kinds of medicine that will help if you can find them and I'm already... gone."
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He couldn't read the labels himself but if John told him the names he'd remember them.