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thearena2014-06-21 09:43 pm
silberfuchs) wrote in thearena2014-06-21 09:43 pm
Entry tags:
I'm not crazy
Who: Albert and Jet; Albert, Jet, and Ian; Albert, Jet, and Danny
What: Unexpected visitors and people getting hurt and/or killed
Where: Outskirts of town // edge of the orchard // amusement park
When: Week 4
Warnings/Notes: Character death, blood, violence, etc as you'd expect
One - for Jet
They squabble.
It's a terrible time for it given that people could be lurking in the shadows ready to pounce and kill them at any moment, but as with any long-standing couple, those nothing fights crop up and tensions are running high. Though to Albert, at least, this is not nothing. This is another mouth to feed who just stares dreamily into space but won't detach herself from Jet's side for even a moment.
Jet calls her Natalie, Albert calls her trouble.
"It's some kind of Gamemaker trick, it has to be. It's probably not even her." He knows that the girl can probably hear him; he's only dragged his fiance a foot away and his voice rumbles with unconcealed displeasure. He's not sure why he's so against her but he doesn't give himself much time to think on it. Her very presence, so close to what's his, stokes an angry fire.
Two - for Ian
Days after the incident and Albert hasn't said much. A grunt here or there maybe, every once in awhile if a nod won't suffice. He's emotionless other than when they come across an animal, even something as small as a fly. Then it's as if a switch is pulled and he goes savage, bestial. But never at Jet. Always, Albert circles around him, disposing of any threats to their perimeter, anything that could threaten their well being. Anything that could potentially be dinner.
They haven't been as careful with the food as they should, thanks to this hunger. It's deep and leaves them hollow even after too much of the jerky and rations are gone. It's hard to keep it at bay, to keep moving and searching, though who even knows what for anymore. All they can focus on is keeping each other safe but planning beyond the general concept had become difficult between the pain of loss and their insatiable appetites.
The arena is not infinite; it won't take long before they run across another tribute, but with crowbar and knife and shovel turned spear all in hand, they'll fight with extreme prejudice if anyone gets too close.
Three - for Danny
The amusement park offers plenty in the way of cover but little by way of sustenance and the hunger gnawing at the former cyborgs still aches in the worst way. They ramble through, trying to find some snack bar or food cart that hasn't been picked clean, but to no avail. Nothing. And with the jerky mostly run out, they'll need to find something soon.
A thought occurs to Albert, breaking through the haze of empty red that bleeds through his mind thanks to whatever the arena's done - he recognizes it's not normal for them by now but it's hard to care. Caring hurts. It all hurts and he can't afford to be hurt so he shoves that aside. - that other tributes must have food.
So they'll lay a trap and take it.
With his crowbar, Albert rattles the fence as he walks along it, announcing his presence and letting his gait turn slow and listless until he collapses in a heap under the molded sign of a clown declaring 'you must be this tall to ride!' Clearly he's weak, his face gaunt and pale in the cloying fog, covered in dried blood and dirt. So very weak.
An easy kill.
What: Unexpected visitors and people getting hurt and/or killed
Where: Outskirts of town // edge of the orchard // amusement park
When: Week 4
Warnings/Notes: Character death, blood, violence, etc as you'd expect
One - for Jet
They squabble.
It's a terrible time for it given that people could be lurking in the shadows ready to pounce and kill them at any moment, but as with any long-standing couple, those nothing fights crop up and tensions are running high. Though to Albert, at least, this is not nothing. This is another mouth to feed who just stares dreamily into space but won't detach herself from Jet's side for even a moment.
Jet calls her Natalie, Albert calls her trouble.
"It's some kind of Gamemaker trick, it has to be. It's probably not even her." He knows that the girl can probably hear him; he's only dragged his fiance a foot away and his voice rumbles with unconcealed displeasure. He's not sure why he's so against her but he doesn't give himself much time to think on it. Her very presence, so close to what's his, stokes an angry fire.
Two - for Ian
Days after the incident and Albert hasn't said much. A grunt here or there maybe, every once in awhile if a nod won't suffice. He's emotionless other than when they come across an animal, even something as small as a fly. Then it's as if a switch is pulled and he goes savage, bestial. But never at Jet. Always, Albert circles around him, disposing of any threats to their perimeter, anything that could threaten their well being. Anything that could potentially be dinner.
They haven't been as careful with the food as they should, thanks to this hunger. It's deep and leaves them hollow even after too much of the jerky and rations are gone. It's hard to keep it at bay, to keep moving and searching, though who even knows what for anymore. All they can focus on is keeping each other safe but planning beyond the general concept had become difficult between the pain of loss and their insatiable appetites.
The arena is not infinite; it won't take long before they run across another tribute, but with crowbar and knife and shovel turned spear all in hand, they'll fight with extreme prejudice if anyone gets too close.
Three - for Danny
The amusement park offers plenty in the way of cover but little by way of sustenance and the hunger gnawing at the former cyborgs still aches in the worst way. They ramble through, trying to find some snack bar or food cart that hasn't been picked clean, but to no avail. Nothing. And with the jerky mostly run out, they'll need to find something soon.
A thought occurs to Albert, breaking through the haze of empty red that bleeds through his mind thanks to whatever the arena's done - he recognizes it's not normal for them by now but it's hard to care. Caring hurts. It all hurts and he can't afford to be hurt so he shoves that aside. - that other tributes must have food.
So they'll lay a trap and take it.
With his crowbar, Albert rattles the fence as he walks along it, announcing his presence and letting his gait turn slow and listless until he collapses in a heap under the molded sign of a clown declaring 'you must be this tall to ride!' Clearly he's weak, his face gaunt and pale in the cloying fog, covered in dried blood and dirt. So very weak.
An easy kill.