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It started out as the worst day
Who| Courfeyrac et vous (open!)
What| The worst birthday ever.
Where| Pizza Fire Explosion Arcade and Fun Complex.
When| Week One, August 21st.
Warnings/Notes| Gnarly facial injuries. Man pain. The usual.
In all honesty, Courfeyrac's attempts to keep himself busy were successful. He'd managed to find some comfortable clothing for himself and Max in Somerhalder & Smith, and even though they weren't allowed to receive any gifts from their sponsors, it was nice that the two of them had snatched up keys at the ice rink. He only felt vaguely guilty about grabbing the keys in the midst of all the chaos, and he felt a major sense of relief in knowing that both he and Max were alive and out of that damn holding cell. Once they'd run out into the arena proper and found a place to hide, he'd taken the opportunity to hold her and stroke her hair and thank God she was safe with him now.
They couldn't stay in one place for long though, not with people roaming the mall and raiding the store for supplies at all hours. They'd need to find a better place to hide than Somerhalder & Smith, and so it was agreed that they would look for a good place to make camp and then meet up three hours later to confer. Max had headed upstairs. Courfeyrac stayed on the ground floor and headed quickly and quietly across the mall toward the large neon sign with said "Pizza Fire Explosion Arcade and Fun Complex".
The store itself was initially quiet and very dark, but once he crossed the threshold, lights flashed on and something started moving in the distance. He blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust and stop playing tricks on him. Meanwhile the anamatronic figures on the stage began to sing.
"Good lord!" He cried out, ducking under a table so quickly, he nearly fell on his face. What were those things and how did they know that today was his birthday? Come to think of it, he hadn't even remembered it was his birthday until just that very moment. The utter shock of the revelation was enough to make him forget the horrible scabbing wounds on his face or the fact that he'd watched Cindy explode on the ice rink or the fact that he'd been sitting in jail for the last three weeks, if only for a moment or two.
After that moment passed, all Courfeyrac wanted to do was curl up in the fetal position under the pizza parlor table and cry.
What| The worst birthday ever.
Where| Pizza Fire Explosion Arcade and Fun Complex.
When| Week One, August 21st.
Warnings/Notes| Gnarly facial injuries. Man pain. The usual.
In all honesty, Courfeyrac's attempts to keep himself busy were successful. He'd managed to find some comfortable clothing for himself and Max in Somerhalder & Smith, and even though they weren't allowed to receive any gifts from their sponsors, it was nice that the two of them had snatched up keys at the ice rink. He only felt vaguely guilty about grabbing the keys in the midst of all the chaos, and he felt a major sense of relief in knowing that both he and Max were alive and out of that damn holding cell. Once they'd run out into the arena proper and found a place to hide, he'd taken the opportunity to hold her and stroke her hair and thank God she was safe with him now.
They couldn't stay in one place for long though, not with people roaming the mall and raiding the store for supplies at all hours. They'd need to find a better place to hide than Somerhalder & Smith, and so it was agreed that they would look for a good place to make camp and then meet up three hours later to confer. Max had headed upstairs. Courfeyrac stayed on the ground floor and headed quickly and quietly across the mall toward the large neon sign with said "Pizza Fire Explosion Arcade and Fun Complex".
The store itself was initially quiet and very dark, but once he crossed the threshold, lights flashed on and something started moving in the distance. He blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust and stop playing tricks on him. Meanwhile the anamatronic figures on the stage began to sing.
"Good lord!" He cried out, ducking under a table so quickly, he nearly fell on his face. What were those things and how did they know that today was his birthday? Come to think of it, he hadn't even remembered it was his birthday until just that very moment. The utter shock of the revelation was enough to make him forget the horrible scabbing wounds on his face or the fact that he'd watched Cindy explode on the ice rink or the fact that he'd been sitting in jail for the last three weeks, if only for a moment or two.
After that moment passed, all Courfeyrac wanted to do was curl up in the fetal position under the pizza parlor table and cry.
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He remembered the way Venus had helped him, back when this mess had all started and it seemed as though it might be a good way to begin before the sharper shock. The entire thing was pretty terrible, and anyone who had been at the mercy of the capitol would only add to those effects. Still, it was maybe worth trying a little, first of all. And then, Joly tuned into the words of the song, then scowled at it a moment later.
And it most likely was meant as a taunt there, too.
"I hear." He muttered, shaking his head. "How do the gamemakers even glean this sort of information? You do not need to answer of course." He added, considering the best thing to do in here. "There has to be something that is powering all of these things, if it could be located, but the first order is finding somewhere away from all of this. They ought to have a kitchen or a rest room..."
Why they were called rest rooms was still incredibly strange to Joly. He doubted anyone could ever be at rest during the activities they were designed for. "I think they may be required to have those in public places now. Either of them would likely be along the perimeter, I'd think, so we ought to be able to avoid some of these horrors."