WHO| Oushirou Shirogane and OPEN (and Revya)
WHAT| Oushirou's somehow not dead yet (and then he is)
WHEN| Arena Day 4
WHERE| R-7ish
WARNING/NOTES| Revya's gonna kill him, bloodily. Before that, though, he's around for CR.


Chalk it up to luck that Oushirou was still around to see the sun rise on his fourth day in the Arena. And not because he'd even been particularly trying, really. If this setup was a death match, he knew he was going to die in the end. He could defend himself to an extent, but he couldn't kill anybody. He'd given up violence and wouldn't go back to it, not even to preserve his own life in this place.

Just lying down and dying was hard to do too, though, nor could he bring himself to take a personal hand in ending his own life. So he supposed he was just... waiting for someone else to come along and do the job for him. He almost regretted fleeing the bloodbath at the Cornucopia and making the swim to the next little island. Things would have ended a lot sooner if he'd stayed.

For now, he'd figured out the coconuts, driven by the discomfort of thirst and hunger, but that was really all he had going for him. He was exhausted, sunburned, and let's face it, his hair was ruined despite the single tight braid it had been bound into (not that his hair was a priority, mind, but he couldn't help but mourn it a little...). He sat under a palm some distance from the shoreline, staring out at the lagoon feeling tired and sore and dully hungry, his expression sullen as he wondered—yet again—how things had wound up this way.

Day four. And four and death were a bit too close for comfort, in his culture's superstitions. Maybe today would be the day.