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thearena2014-05-31 09:35 pm
amoral_savior) wrote in thearena2014-05-31 09:35 pm
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Who| Topher, Spike, and OTA
What| Bad luck, zombies, and death
Where| Around the Arena
When Week 2 & Week 1
Warning/Notes| Gross zombie things and eventually death
He was tired and hungry and more than a little grumpy. So far Jessica's words about ignoring the Districts was coming back to haunt him, but he sure as Hell would never admit how right she had been out loud.
After getting free of the Legion of Dweebs, Topher decided his best course of action was to head away from them while still sticking close to the only food source he had. With no real plan he moved towards what looked like an abandoned amusement park. There was a moment of hesitation before he entered, a memory of another amusement park place flashed through his mind but he shook it off because it was far too obvious of the Capitol to use the same idea twice. A pain went through his stomach and he reminded himself to maybe lay off the fruit for a day. Nerves. He didn't have time for nerves.
Cold. He was cold when he should have been hot. The sirens had gone off and everything was slightly less horrible than it had been earlier. Yeah, this place was sucking all sorts of suck. Topher leaned against a tree and wondered if he was safe enough to take a nap. Just something quick and without creepy faceless things trying to tear his face off.
The air is strangely still, which is probably why the quiet rustling catches his attention. He wasn't alone. Picking up the broken chair leg he had turned into a handy club, Topher carefully stood up from where he had settled at the base of a tree. Sure he felt like crap, but he wasn't going to just go down without a fight.
What| Bad luck, zombies, and death
Where| Around the Arena
When Week 2 & Week 1
Warning/Notes| Gross zombie things and eventually death
He was tired and hungry and more than a little grumpy. So far Jessica's words about ignoring the Districts was coming back to haunt him, but he sure as Hell would never admit how right she had been out loud.
After getting free of the Legion of Dweebs, Topher decided his best course of action was to head away from them while still sticking close to the only food source he had. With no real plan he moved towards what looked like an abandoned amusement park. There was a moment of hesitation before he entered, a memory of another amusement park place flashed through his mind but he shook it off because it was far too obvious of the Capitol to use the same idea twice. A pain went through his stomach and he reminded himself to maybe lay off the fruit for a day. Nerves. He didn't have time for nerves.
Cold. He was cold when he should have been hot. The sirens had gone off and everything was slightly less horrible than it had been earlier. Yeah, this place was sucking all sorts of suck. Topher leaned against a tree and wondered if he was safe enough to take a nap. Just something quick and without creepy faceless things trying to tear his face off.
The air is strangely still, which is probably why the quiet rustling catches his attention. He wasn't alone. Picking up the broken chair leg he had turned into a handy club, Topher carefully stood up from where he had settled at the base of a tree. Sure he felt like crap, but he wasn't going to just go down without a fight.