Spend my days locked in a haze

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac & Open!
What| Courfeyrac is searching for Cinderella post-Hellarena.
Where| Various locations in the Arena
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will update as needed. Pick a location & let's do the thing!

Three weeks in and he still hadn't seen or heard anything from Cindy. Courfeyrac didn't expect that she would be attached to his hip or anything. She was a strong woman and far too independent an individual for that, but three weeks without a word? That was a little excessive, even for her. And after the week they'd all just had, the importance of a word, a note, anything to signify that she was okay was very sorely needed.

He knew she wasn't dead, but he had no idea where she was or if she'd been injured. He couldn't take another day of not knowing. So he told his friends he would be back later and he left the shoe store with a knife tucked into his pocket. He was going to find Cinderella. He wasn't going to let himself return to his friends until he knew she was alright.

Comments

[splendid_roman]

"Yes, of course." That was a great idea.

Ian looked through his own bag, looking through what he might need and would he could trade. He had candles, which he hadn't had cause to use, since the light from them told people where he was. He didn't really need two screwdrivers and he had plenty of firemaking materials that he could give some away.

He got out a candle, a screwdriver and enough firemaking materials to make a couple of fires. "I have these, if that helps."

[libertin]

"Those are very helpful indeed," Courfeyrac said, offering his own supplies in trade. He had some extra first aid supplies and bandages, as well as some jerky, crackers, and pickles. They weren't exactly the most appetizing menu items, but they were edible and they could help Ian to survive a few days more. "And how is this for the trade, hm?"

[splendid_roman]

"Perfect," Ian said enthusiastically, looking over the supplies. Beggars couldn't be choosers and any food would do, as long as it was edible and nutritious. Some first aid supplies would also come in handy.

"Just as well I bumped into you." He grinned at the 'joke' as he picked up the items Courfeyrac had traded and put them in his bag.

[libertin]

"Yes. Just as well." Courfeyrac nodded as he divided up the stuff between them. "There we are. We shall both eat like kings and sleep cozily tonight."

Standing up again, he dusted himself off. "Before I let you depart, perhaps you could tell me if you have run into Cinderella recently?"

[splendid_roman]

He chuckled. It wasn't quite enough to eat like a king, but it would feel like it. "I haven't seen her," he replied, turning more serious, as he straightened up. "I hope she's all right."

[libertin]

The Frenchman's face fell and he felt a bit sick inside. "So do I. I have not heard a peep of her in all the time that we have been in the Arena."

[splendid_roman]

"I'm sure she's fine," he said, trying to be reassuring. He did just assume everyone was fine and wait until he was dead to worry about them. "If she'd died we'd have seen the announcement."

[libertin]

This was true, even Courfeyrac could admit as much. But it did very little to alleviate his concerns. "There are fates worse than death, you know."

[splendid_roman]

He knew, especially here, where he considered death not to be that bad a fate really.

"None of which have happened to Cindy," he said firmly. He was not going to allow either of them to start thinking about any of those fates worse than death. "She's fine and we'll see her after the arena, if not before."

[libertin]

"I hope you are right," he said as he straightened his clothing. He wasn't the worrying sort, not really, but weeks and no word? That was simply atypical. He'd be remiss if he wasn't concerned.

He patted Ian on the shoulder, nodded, then made to leave. "Until we all meet again, my friend, do take care of yourself."

[splendid_roman]

He hoped so too. He smiled at Courfeyrac as they parted. "You too."