thearena | Week 1 [OPEN]

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✘ gabriel

Week 1 [OPEN]

Who| Gabriel & You
What| Walking around, trying to survive, you know the story
Where| Near the orchards, towards the West
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| If I'm too slow, bug me to high hell to tag you. Gabe hasn't been too social the last couple of months, so use that ICly if you'd like.

It wasn't that he was scared of the Cornucopia. He just didn't manage to get all that close this time to snag something. Yes, he was quick and knew how to zip around people fighting for their lives, but perhaps it was something that was here throwing him off. This arena left a very bad vibe with him.

Then again, it's only his second one. He had to keep reminding himself that this was new to him and new was not a good thing anymore.

He decided against trying to find shelter in town. The original inhabitants left it for a reason, after all. The amusement park to the east looked like a load of fun, but also a horror movie with this fog. He noted for later that he could use that to his advantage. He wasn't scared of the boogeyman. Though, he did catch sight of something that morning that gave him shivers, but chose to believe it was only his eyes playing tricks since it was gone when he looked back.

For now, Gabriel walked along with his jacket in one arm. It was damn hot and, no, he wasn't going to be sneaky. It was the first week and he couldn't hide if he wanted to. Let them come out and try him. He still knew hand to hand combat. He was human, not weak and stupid. His current mission was food and supplies in any way he could get it. Maybe even stripping a house or car or something. Then... maybe the park.

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Sonja, with a small supply of food and water, as well as sword, was finding herself doing fairly well this far. She had only ran into one person during the beginning, but had this avoided most in favor of both exploring and defense. As far as she was concerned, stealth was a key right now. With the amount of closed spaces and the lack of visibility, made it rather easy for one to either turn to hunter or trapper.

Then she moved away from the town and towards the more suburban areas. Once there she spotted something moving through the mists. She stilled, crouched low to make herself less noticeable and began to watch whoever it was.

Gabriel slowed to a stop, realizing someone's eyes were on him. He couldn't really tell from where, but he still glanced around. They could probably kill him where he stood if they were so inclined to.

Should he announce he was unarmed? If it were a decent person, they'd leave him be. If they weren't, he had some chance of besting them in a fight. Slowly, he began to back up, watching the mist around him closely.

Her target disappeared into the mists it seems, forcing her to rely solely on her hearing. She would not call out, would not make a move to verbally contact him. Instead she closed her eyes, tracking him with the sounds of his footfalls. He was moving away from her it seemed. Perhaps he had been avoiding others as well?

Either way she made a few steps to her left, depending on his level of hearing, it should be enough to at least let him know that she was in the area.

It took a moment before it registered that the footfalls he was hearing were not his own anymore. Gabriel stopped, listening as the person moved along.

When he was cast unto this place, his senses seemed completely worthless to him, no matter how much he tried to reign them in a bit better. He felt deaf, blind, dumb- as such, he couldn't tell where the steps were moving anymore like he could back in the day.

But he did stop moving completely. If this person thought he was scared and helpless, maybe he could get the jump on them if they decided to attack.

To be able to fight without the use of one's eyes takes time, patience and just a little bit, read a whole lot, of luck. However to jump to the conclusion that she was really looking for a fight in these conditions was just silly if she wished for a fight then Sonja would just pick one out of the fog, such as inside of a building. Or perhaps else where if there is a place devoid of the mist.

Thus far there has been no such place.

Still it appeared as though he stopped moving, and so she did the same.

... So, what? Were they waltzing around each other now?

He oh so very much wanted to speak up, but that included the possibility of someone else hearing him that didn't know he was there in the first place. Then where would the point of this fog be?

With an annoyed frown, Gabriel glanced around again until he was somewhat sure of where he heard the footsteps come from a moment before and started walking over quickly and loudly. He liked games as much as the next eight year old, but not while he was nearly starving.

...Yes, yes exactly like a waltz. You have just officially ruined the dance, sir. We all hope that you are proud of yourself now.

But on a more serious not, Sonja considered backing away at first. She had no idea who this person was, what he was carrying, if anything. Plus hungry people equaled desperate people. Granted that she has also not seen another person for a little while now -mainly due in part to the fog. So it would prove to be kind of beneficial towards her.

At the very least she may learn something here. Or just have found someone to kill before moving on. So Sonja decided to stay still, waiting for the person to approach.

Approach he did, but Gabriel stopped a few feet away once his dancing partner came into view.

He furrowed his brow and looked her up and down before speaking low enough so that only they could hear. "If you wanted to flirt, lady, all you had to do was ask."

The red head sized him up for a moment. Looking for any signs of him posing a threat. So far she sees none. But such things could always change at a moment's notice.

"I do not flirt, man." She returned in her own whisper.

He watched her closely, too. He was hungry, weary, and terribly human, but he was still quicker than most. It was something he had begun to rely on.

But Gabriel was always one quarter Messenger of God and three quarters Loud Mouth. Maybe that's why he got the job. "You must be a thrill at parties, then," he said, straightening his back a little and putting his hands on his hips. Made him look like his guard was down, but appearances were deceiving. "Well, if that wasn't a mating dance, then why were you sneaking around like that? It's okay. I know I'm cute. You can admit it. I won't tell anyone."

Appearances are most certainly deceiving indeed. Just because he looked at ease did not mean that she does. If anything she was far more on edge now than ever. The most relaxed ones were always those who were to confident in their own abilities. Sometimes with good reason, others times, not so much.

That being said, she has no idea who this is.

"Perhaps I was merely assessing the threat, like you."

"Maybe I was flirting."

Gabriel gives the best grin he can. He's always one for accurate first impressions.

"If that was your idea of flirting, then I would very much dislike to see how you perform in bed or battle."

She is not exactly taken in by the joking.

Joan had been keeping to herself, keeping in the shadows, never staying in one place too long, hiding when figures loomed in the fog, whether Tribute or...something else. She couldn't tell if the humanoid figures were other Tributes...she had met men of rock and giant turtles, after all. But the freakish dog things were certainly not. At the next house she went to for food and shelter, she found a dining room chair and smashed it, keeping one leg as a weapon.

Her grip tightened on it when she saw the figure in the fog. A Tribute, obviously not trying to hide. She debated with herself, whether to hide again or to try to make contact. She decided approach, but slowly, checking them out first, hopefully before he's aware of her presence.

Gabriel continued walking unawares. After all, his senses were basically lost on him now since being demoted down to a mere human.

But there was always a part of him that would never be human. It sensed someone nearing him before his ears could hear the low footfalls. If they wanted to get around him, it would be easy in this arena, but this one was approaching. He doubted they would leave him be once they realized he had no food and weapons.

Gabriel quieted his footsteps more to hear his little stalker better, but didn't slow in pace. Perhaps if he was attacked, they wouldn't expect a sudden retaliation. He was unarmed and weaker now but not easy.

As she drew closer (still thinking he was unaware), she could see him more clearly, and her first tentative recognition was soon strengthened.

"Gabriel?" she said, her voice hesitant, her hand tightening further on her improvised weapon. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe there were shape changers here or something. Or he was a mirage.

Or he would attack her. Their first encounter had not exactly been friendly.

It was only after he stopped walking that Gabriel considered this could be just recording or something, but he turned around to see what looked like Joan not too far away from him.

She also hadn't put her guard down. Not that he could blame her. The last arena was kinda fun. "Planning on whacking me over the head and taking me back to your cave?"

"Depends on whether you're planning on animating the trees to tear me apart."

It was said lightly, though. She believed that odds were he wouldn't hurt her. It wasn't impossible, but there were only a few people she'd put in the absolutely safe category.

Her grip relaxed a little as she came closer.

"Are you all right?"

Edited (Icon switch :)) 2014-05-28 23:04 (UTC)

"Well, I can't animate the trees to tear anything apart, but other than that, I'm just peachy." Hungry, hot, tired, a little sore, etc etc. He still gave Joan a tilt of his head with a smirk. "Why? Got all worried about me?"

He looked over, though. Other than his same problems, she looked more or less fine. No obvious injuries, at least.

"There are people out to kill us. Especially the gamemakers, apparently. I worry about everyone."

He looked well though, which was a relief. How they met aside, she had started thinking of the man (angel, whatever) as a friend.

She looked around, peering into the fog. "I'm not sure we should be just standing out here."

"The paranoid ones always do."

The same thought had come to him when he first laid eyes on her. Yeah, he was walking around out in the open, but he didn't mean to bump into someone and have a chat out there either. "We shouldn't be here at all," he grumbled, referring to the Capitol at large, but- He began to walk again. "Let's find somewhere else to park it. Maybe by a beach. Preferably with free Piña Coladas. Maybe they'll even have those little umbrella things."

Or shelter. He'd settle for shelter.

She gave him a faint half-smile and fell into step beside him. The ache in her body was evident in how she moved, how she held herself, and the way she looked down and away might have hinted at a deeper pain.

"Little umbrellas, a slice of pineapple on the rim...I'd settle for a pool, though."

"I'd settle for a glass of water," he sighed, before looking to her. Something seemed to be eating her and he remembered that he didn't ask if she was hurt. Though, she wasn't hurt, but someone else probably was.

"You all right? I ran like a bat out of Hell from the Cornucopia. Didn't really see anyone."

"I did, too. Didn't want a repeat performance of what happened last time. I'd like to be able to actually use my leg."

She was silent for a long moment, wondering how much she could, or should, tell him. She was not all right. She was so far from all right.

"I'm tired," she admitted finally. "It's just getting worse. Which, you know, it's not like I've been sleeping."

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