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thearena2014-06-03 02:00 pm
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[Open] The journey thus far...
Who| Steve and Anyone!
What| This feels too much like sitting around and waiting to die. Or a catchall for before and during the first Hell-rena.
Where| Everywhere.
When| Weeks 1 & 2 (or the week before and week of the first Hell-rena)
Warnings/Notes| Mild language and violence, update as needed.
Watching videos of past arenas can only make someone so prepared for the real thing, but actually being here is far more chaotic and unpredictable than the videos ever depicted. This place is a veritable wonderland of possibilities. Steve really has no idea what to expect.
But still, he didn't expect it to be this, well, calm. Sure, he got attacked on the first day and he's had to fight off some nasty creatures here and there during the days after, even ran had a few peaceful encounters with people, but the fog acts as a blanket over a birdcage, making everything quiet. Too quiet maybe.
He just didn't know exactly what too quiet would lead to, but he was smart enough to know it would be no good.
When the sirens first blare, Steve immediately goes to find his allies, so he can get them somewhere safe; the noise is an all too familiar sound from his days in the war. But then the fog clears and temperature rises with unnatural speed, the walls dissolving instead of the telling sounds of planes and bombs, well, wasn't hard to catch on.
[ooc: I'm going to comment some prompts below, feel free to use them or, if you rather, you can leave me a prompt! I'm open to anything, including some scuffles. Just make sure to specify when it's for so I know where it fits in. You can use the prompts as an idea for what's going on during those times.
Also, prose or bracket RP is fine by me, I don't have a preference, so do which ever you prefer.]
What| This feels too much like sitting around and waiting to die. Or a catchall for before and during the first Hell-rena.
Where| Everywhere.
When| Weeks 1 & 2 (or the week before and week of the first Hell-rena)
Warnings/Notes| Mild language and violence, update as needed.
Watching videos of past arenas can only make someone so prepared for the real thing, but actually being here is far more chaotic and unpredictable than the videos ever depicted. This place is a veritable wonderland of possibilities. Steve really has no idea what to expect.
But still, he didn't expect it to be this, well, calm. Sure, he got attacked on the first day and he's had to fight off some nasty creatures here and there during the days after, even ran had a few peaceful encounters with people, but the fog acts as a blanket over a birdcage, making everything quiet. Too quiet maybe.
He just didn't know exactly what too quiet would lead to, but he was smart enough to know it would be no good.
When the sirens first blare, Steve immediately goes to find his allies, so he can get them somewhere safe; the noise is an all too familiar sound from his days in the war. But then the fog clears and temperature rises with unnatural speed, the walls dissolving instead of the telling sounds of planes and bombs, well, wasn't hard to catch on.
[ooc: I'm going to comment some prompts below, feel free to use them or, if you rather, you can leave me a prompt! I'm open to anything, including some scuffles. Just make sure to specify when it's for so I know where it fits in. You can use the prompts as an idea for what's going on during those times.
Also, prose or bracket RP is fine by me, I don't have a preference, so do which ever you prefer.]
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I was born in '32. I was a little young for the war, Charles smiled a little. Did you? he asked. Sure, he could find out, if he had wanted, he was sure. He remembered how mad it made Erik when he dove into the memories like that.
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Good words get tainted by bad history, Steve has seen it enough times. Words changed and altered into awful meanings, especially over the years he was frozen.
That was a bit young for the draft, he returns the smile. Yeah, I served during the war, was ripe for the picking when the it rolled around. Sure, ripe but not worth picking, instead left to rot on the vine.
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He stopped himself there, not wanting to start in on this. It wasn't really the place. Myself, my friend, my sister, and students all exist like this because of natural evolution.
He sighed. Hopefully there will be no need for it in the future.
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He can't stop the sigh he gives.
Because he knows he should drop it, but he has to ask it.
And what if nature running it's course is condemning a good man to death?
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He had to make sure he understood what he was speaking of. Steve's questions were getting more and more specific and regarding individuals, rather than of the species as a whole.
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You're right, and he leaves it at that. It must be pretty magnificent, seeing the ways people have evolved in your world, Steve won't pry, but he would love to hear about the many different abilities that Charles hinted at.
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I hope every day they won't be here. Not having our abilities most of the time is like blinding any other person. It was nothing short of torture for a mutant to be stripped of it.