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thearena2014-06-09 11:11 am
paidinbeer) wrote in thearena2014-06-09 11:11 am
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Someone bust out the pokeflute
Who: Orc and Open to all
What: Orc is sleepy and strong and heavy...he's basically a snorlax.
When: Week 3
where: The Orchard
Warnings: None yet but we'll see.
It had been a long time since Orc could get a good nights sleep.
This was not unusual for anyone who had survived The FAYZ or anyone in the hunger games really. So as a rule Orc tried to drink himself to sleep so that even when he had nightmares he couldn't remember them, or at least they wouldn't wake him up.
This however was not the sleep of exhaustion, it was a peaceful sleep.
Orc had finally run out of supplies and had lumbered his way out to the orchard in search of people to help. Instead he had found a tree full of decent looking apples. As gently as he could he plucked somewhere between fifteen to twenty apples from the tree and sat down to have himself a meal.
He got most of the way through his meal before leaning back against the tree and dozing off, snoring like a chainsaw. A few apples remained laying around him and some chunks of apple were on his stained coat chest. His snoring was in fact so powerful it made the leaves of the tree above him shiver and flutter with a soft hiss.
It left him incredibly vulnerable, but even in a prone sleeping state Orc should be approached with caution.
What: Orc is sleepy and strong and heavy...he's basically a snorlax.
When: Week 3
where: The Orchard
Warnings: None yet but we'll see.
It had been a long time since Orc could get a good nights sleep.
This was not unusual for anyone who had survived The FAYZ or anyone in the hunger games really. So as a rule Orc tried to drink himself to sleep so that even when he had nightmares he couldn't remember them, or at least they wouldn't wake him up.
This however was not the sleep of exhaustion, it was a peaceful sleep.
Orc had finally run out of supplies and had lumbered his way out to the orchard in search of people to help. Instead he had found a tree full of decent looking apples. As gently as he could he plucked somewhere between fifteen to twenty apples from the tree and sat down to have himself a meal.
He got most of the way through his meal before leaning back against the tree and dozing off, snoring like a chainsaw. A few apples remained laying around him and some chunks of apple were on his stained coat chest. His snoring was in fact so powerful it made the leaves of the tree above him shiver and flutter with a soft hiss.
It left him incredibly vulnerable, but even in a prone sleeping state Orc should be approached with caution.