Muttering a shell under his breath, Don continued onward, ignoring the various ambient sounds of running around him. There was no one else nearby that he could see - just him and the injured woman on his back.
Or was there?
This Arena is going to mess with me, isn't it. He let out a huff. They all do. But...
It felt like an eternity before Don abruptly stopped - or rather almost ran into - a very rusty old panel van. He lit up upon seeing it. Shelter. Reliable shelter. True, it wasn't very big, but it wasn't a building, which other Tributes would naturally be trying to get into. Plus, there was enough room to get into the back and for Susannah to be laid down. Said back part of the car had minimal window coverage - simply sitting could shield the two from view.
And hey - maybe some car parts could still be salvaged. He could build traps, maybe wire up the battery to work again. Shell, maybe even get the car running, light up a house, or--
Later. Susannah wasn't heavy, but one of her arms randomly flailed near his face, interrupting his tinkering fantasy. Calm down, Dali.
With some effort, Don managed to pry one of the back doors open, carefully setting Susannah in on the metal floor before hopping in himself. He'd have to crack the front windows for ventilation. Otherwise, there was time to sit in the car and figure out what he'd gotten from the Cornucopia - and also to figure out if there was anything that could help with that head wound.
The car doors slammed shut with a loud pop, echoing through the street.
Even knowing that the fog obscured the origin of just about every sound, the turtle still winced.
I'm ok with RPing that XD
Muttering a shell under his breath, Don continued onward, ignoring the various ambient sounds of running around him. There was no one else nearby that he could see - just him and the injured woman on his back.
Or was there?
This Arena is going to mess with me, isn't it. He let out a huff. They all do. But...
It felt like an eternity before Don abruptly stopped - or rather almost ran into - a very rusty old panel van. He lit up upon seeing it. Shelter. Reliable shelter. True, it wasn't very big, but it wasn't a building, which other Tributes would naturally be trying to get into. Plus, there was enough room to get into the back and for Susannah to be laid down. Said back part of the car had minimal window coverage - simply sitting could shield the two from view.
And hey - maybe some car parts could still be salvaged. He could build traps, maybe wire up the battery to work again. Shell, maybe even get the car running, light up a house, or--
Later. Susannah wasn't heavy, but one of her arms randomly flailed near his face, interrupting his tinkering fantasy. Calm down, Dali.
With some effort, Don managed to pry one of the back doors open, carefully setting Susannah in on the metal floor before hopping in himself. He'd have to crack the front windows for ventilation. Otherwise, there was time to sit in the car and figure out what he'd gotten from the Cornucopia - and also to figure out if there was anything that could help with that head wound.
The car doors slammed shut with a loud pop, echoing through the street.
Even knowing that the fog obscured the origin of just about every sound, the turtle still winced.