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thearena2014-02-22 08:52 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thearena2014-02-22 08:52 pm
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Turn Around, Bright Eyes [Open]
WHO| Howard and open, Howard and Wyatt
WHAT| Howard stumbles around blindly through the basement, dies
WHEN| Week 6
WHERE| Parking lot
WARNINGS| Death, some description of injury.
[OPEN]
Howard doesn't stray away from the car, but to stretch his legs he walks in circles around it, limping and shuffling to avoid putting more pain on his injured feet. He feels over the metal with his good hand, walking in circles until he can feel warmth still soaked in from where he was moments ago. And he hums a little to himself, even though he knows it's dangerous, because being blind and in silence feel like being both blind and deaf. He can't be trapped with just the noises in his head - the pounding of his own blood, the sound of his breath, the imaginary foes that come up on him.
His eyes are covered in bandages that wrap all the way around his head. Skin flakes and peels off from the area around semi-healed burns on his neck and shoulders, the worst of which are covered in gel and tape and the rest are, unfortunately, exposed. He hardly looks human anymore, instead like some videogame monster, a limping, stooped, pustule-covered creature feeling his way around the same circle, over and over.
He stops when he hears noise. He freezes and stops humming "Total Eclipse of the Heart", standing still as a rod.
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[For Wyatt]
The antibiotics from the medical kit run out. Whatever bacteria is festering in Howard's burns does not. Soon enough he's running a fever, and he seems weak and fatigued, more than he has been. He stops going for his walks around the car and sleeps more, and he talks to Wyatt less, needing to be prodded into talking. Sometimes he has to be asked a question multiple times before he seems aware he's expected to answer.
When he does sleep, with the chills he's so cold he needs to rest against Wyatt's side to feel warm. He rests there with his head against Wyatt's chest, bundled in their raggedy blanket. For a while he tried to blame Max for not sending them supplies, but he knows, deep down, how difficult it is to get medicine this late in the Game.
"You think there's much longer to this Arena?" he mumbles.
WHAT| Howard stumbles around blindly through the basement, dies
WHEN| Week 6
WHERE| Parking lot
WARNINGS| Death, some description of injury.
[OPEN]
Howard doesn't stray away from the car, but to stretch his legs he walks in circles around it, limping and shuffling to avoid putting more pain on his injured feet. He feels over the metal with his good hand, walking in circles until he can feel warmth still soaked in from where he was moments ago. And he hums a little to himself, even though he knows it's dangerous, because being blind and in silence feel like being both blind and deaf. He can't be trapped with just the noises in his head - the pounding of his own blood, the sound of his breath, the imaginary foes that come up on him.
His eyes are covered in bandages that wrap all the way around his head. Skin flakes and peels off from the area around semi-healed burns on his neck and shoulders, the worst of which are covered in gel and tape and the rest are, unfortunately, exposed. He hardly looks human anymore, instead like some videogame monster, a limping, stooped, pustule-covered creature feeling his way around the same circle, over and over.
He stops when he hears noise. He freezes and stops humming "Total Eclipse of the Heart", standing still as a rod.
-/-
[For Wyatt]
The antibiotics from the medical kit run out. Whatever bacteria is festering in Howard's burns does not. Soon enough he's running a fever, and he seems weak and fatigued, more than he has been. He stops going for his walks around the car and sleeps more, and he talks to Wyatt less, needing to be prodded into talking. Sometimes he has to be asked a question multiple times before he seems aware he's expected to answer.
When he does sleep, with the chills he's so cold he needs to rest against Wyatt's side to feel warm. He rests there with his head against Wyatt's chest, bundled in their raggedy blanket. For a while he tried to blame Max for not sending them supplies, but he knows, deep down, how difficult it is to get medicine this late in the Game.
"You think there's much longer to this Arena?" he mumbles.
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"There's painkillers somewhere on the floor of the car. I need them. They're in a bottle, it rattles, I just need you to point me toward them."
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"Yes. Please."
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She wheels back a little, then climbs down from the chair, and slowly swings her stumps like legs so she can "walk" back to the car and reach up for the handle. Even more slowly, she pulls the door open, moving backward with the same "walk."
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She'd got them from the giftshop, before the giftshop had closed due to volcano, and knotted up the bottom half so they didn't trail so badly.
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Oh yeah. He saw how you died last time, Susannah.
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"You should probably go find your boyfriend now."
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And he crawls into the bottom of the car and pulls the door closed behind him.
and cut?