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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.

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[Garrus wasn't sure what he was expecting when he made his way into the orchard. Scouting for any scraps of metal fences was his objective but instead of wire he nearly tripped on what he thought was stone. He managed to catch himself before his face hit dirt, but looking back he realized there were clothes on that rock. He'd tripped over a person, a very large person. Which was likely not someone Garrus wanted to be waking.

He'll very quietly and gingerly try to get up without disturbing Orc despite having tripped over him. ]

A sound.

A shift in his body.

Slowly a pair of beady eyes blearily opened to gaze upon the one who had disturbed him.

There was a ten second pause and he brought his thick fist up to wipe sleep from his eyes so he could look again and see more clearly someone who was very clearly not human.

There was a very clear moment that Garrus certainly felt like a deer caught in the headlights as he watched Orc wake up.

He was screwed, entirely, he had a feeling that he'd be exceedingly lucky if he didn't get his fringe torn off for tripping over someone in an arena. But the only thing his mouth could put together was something entirely stupid.

"Didn't see you sleeping there."

That statement took another moment to settle into Orc's groggy brain before he realized the humor in it and let out a snort.

"What are you blind?"

But his craggy lips were split into a smirk so Garrus's odds of living were increasing slowly.

Putting a hand to the ground he pushed himself upright and the stone fingers sank into the soft soil leaving a deep imprint and a good idea of how heavy he was.

Part of him wished that his brain was working a little better, but only having had four days worth of rations for the past two weeks was really taking it's toll.

"Can I blame the fog? That seems like a valid thing to blame this on."

Once again Orc had to take a moment to consider that response. It seemed like everything he did took time to think it through.

"Alright I'll give ya that. It's impossible to see in the fog. And I'm not exactly a bright color."

Adjusting his seat further he had his back to the tree now which creaked and groaned as he leaned into it. An apple fell down and landed on his stomach where it sat cradled in the fabric of his hoodie and leaking juice from the impact.

His eyes followed the apple, watching the juice spill out onto the fabric of Orc's hoodie.

"How are the apples?"

It was out of his mouth before he knew it, he really needed to get his brain back under his control. It was entirely because he was ravenous, but he knew if he tried eating random things even if they didn't poison him he'd get absolutely nothing from eating them.

His eyes fell to the apple as well picking it up and taking a bite out of it that more or less split the apple in half due to the size of his mouth.

"A little tart." He remarked as the juice ran along the cracks in his lips. He slurped and swallowed the fruit lifting it up to look at it more carefully.

"No worms though." Not that that mattered to someone who had lived through starvation like he had. A child of the FAYZ was not above eating bugs for survival.

Garrus watched him enviously as he ate the apple. Apples were straight out toxic for him, a few bites and he be dying in a few hours in extreme pain. Although it looked good, really good, even to the point that he was seriously considering the risk just to fill the gnawing hole that was his stomach.

"Bonus that there's no worms, I'd just be glad for food I could eat at this point."

Orc looked puzzled causing his brow to crease as he sussed out the meaning behind those words.

"What?" He asked finally "You like...allergic to fruit or something?"

Orc had met someone who was allergic to milk once. It sounded like a stupid thing to be allergic to in his opinion.

"No, just allergic to any food a human can eat." Which was really starting to suck this arena, but he was doing his best not to starve to death. A few gifts of food were helping but it wasn't enough, not really.

"Problem with being an alien."

That honestly sounded like hell to Orc. After having spent a year starving to death in his home town not being able to eat anything human? Cheeseburgers? Bacon?

"So what do you eat then?" He asked with his bafflement clear in his rock covered expression.

"Alien food, essentially. It's just not grown in the same ecosystems that human food is." He replied and rolled his shoulders in a shrug.

He could still technically eat human food, it just did nothing for him, or would kill him outright. Not something he was really going for.

Orc didn't seem to get it, but he was screwing up his face in concentration trying to sort it out in his head.

"So how do you survive in the Capitol?" He asked casually scratching at his side making a grinding sound with his stone fingers. "How do you not starve to death in like...every arena?"

"The Capitol has food for me, oddly enough, I'm not going to think how they managed to figure out growing dextro-food." Probably some similar way to how they created the mutts, and he was determined to figure out how that process was even possible.

"As for the arenas, I scavenge, and really nice sponsors help. Although, as it is it's not going as well I'd like. Give it another two weeks and I'll probably die of starvation."

Orc shuddered and his eyes grew darker. He'd seen first hand what starvation was like. He'd come close himself more then a few times.

"Isn't there anything we can do to make this stuff edible? Like how you cook meat till it's safe?" Orc was no where near as talented a cook as most people but living in the FAYZ had at least taught him how to burn meat over a fire till he was less likely to die from eating it.

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"No, it's actually the proteins that make up the fruit that my body just doesn't digest. Kind of like eating grass for humans. You can eat it, but you'll get nothing from it. Doesn't matter if I cook it or not." Really, Garrus was screwed, so Garrus knew at this point he was just a dead man walking.

Proteins? Science had never been his strongest subject...then again most schoolwork he'd been pretty awful at. And having gone through a period in his life where he'd eaten grass he was all too aware of how it didn't work for a human stomach the way he'd hoped.

"You just need more sponsors then, which means you need to do something amazing." Orc reasoned slowly. "What can you do?"

"I'm a sniper, pretty good at hand to hand when I was in the military. I also know a decent amount about explosives and weapons." Really it was all he could think of off the top of his head, but the last one was a given for any turian. Most children could make a basic bomb by the time they were ten if they were training properly for basic training.

But perhaps Orc had something there, more sponsors and a better change.

That was an impressive list in Orc's opinion though on second go around being a Sniper wasn't all that helpful without the gun to go with it. On the third go around in his head he realized that meant the man had sharp eyes so that was a useful skill. And on the fourth go around Orc had forgotten what the original point of the question had been. Finally he came back around.

"Is your military really different from human military?" He asked idly thinking of his Grandfather. His Grandfather was long since dead on his mother's side but when Orc had been younger the old man used to tell Orc stories about the war. When Orc's parents left him alone with his grandpa Orc would become bored as Grandpa fell asleep watching yet another documentary on the subject of a war he himself claimed to have single handedly won. It was the same subject that meant his Grandfather had never liked his father. His father had never been in the military and Grandpa had seen it as a sign of him being unfit for Orc's mother.

Thinking back on his Father now Orc wondered if Grandpa had been right.

"Slightly, we're all drafted at fifteen, men and women, and we serve in various jobs for the next ten years or so. It's more lenient in some ways, but generally it's very similar." It was hard to explain that some of the rules were a bit different but he was going to keep it as simple as possible.

Fifteen. The word rang in Orc's ears as he realized that physically he was still only fifteen years old. Not early enough to have helped him clean up his act but maybe it wouldn't have been too late.

"Are you guys...err..were you guys at war? I mean before the stuff that they showed about Shepard and those robot guys?" Orc pressed thinking back to the horribly inaccurate report on Shepard's past.

"Ah, you caught the 'interview', pretty much everything they said on that was a lie. But, we are at war with a group of synthetics that believe the best thing for the galaxy is to destroy all organic life in it. Sounds smart right?" He rolled his shoulders in a shrug. It was something that was always at the back of his mind but he had bigger issues now.

"But before this we weren't, that's just how our society is. Everyone serves in the military and completes basic training if you want status in society."

Synthetic, organic. Words well beyond Orc's vocabulary. But he nodded anyway.

"You guys have been here awhile right? Do you think the war is still going on back home?" Even if the report had been mostly lies Orc could see where Shepard might be some big important linchpin in saving the universe.

"If it is, for all I know everything back home would be obliterated by now. i'd hope being here would somehow stop time behind us, although that sounds a bit crazy if you ask me." Really it sounded insane to think time would just freeze in his world and continue on here as if without him nothing back home was real.

Orc considered this for a moment and nodded gently.

"With everything else we've been through, that ain't so crazy. I'll hope so too."

Because what else could they do standing in such a gloomy setting but cling to hope?

"You're right, we are in a crazy death arena with people wanting us to murder each other for entertainment." And he has a problem with that, which is why he's doing his best to avoid other tributes.

"I'm Garrus, in case we run into each other back in the Capitol."

Orc stuck out one of his hands which came to be about the size of a shovel's head.

"Charles. But most people call me Orc." He'd tried to get away from the nickname for a spell but everyone seemed to prefer it save for his girlfriend.

"Which do you prefer?" Since he was not about to call a guy that was built like a Krogan something he didn't want to. He'll shake Orc's hand noting that this guy is actually huge, but seems nice enough.

Orc always had trouble with this question so he shrugged.

"Some days I feel like Orc, some days I'm more Charles. I usually just tell people to go with what they like."

Most people went with Orc but more and more people were choosing Charles lately. Orc was curious about that.

"Charles then," since Garrus was better at remembering human names at this point after living on a ship with them for so long.

"Glad to meet someone new around here, I'll admit."

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