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thearena2014-09-11 02:33 pm
worldsaway) wrote in thearena2014-09-11 02:33 pm
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Bless my soul [open]
WHO| Thor Odinson and OPEN
WHAT| Thor around the mall, beverages, roombas and shirtlessness within.
WHERE| Water fountains, food court, anywhere you want him.
WHEN| Week 3
WARNINGS| Standard Hunger Games stuff. He's dressed like this.
[Food Court.]
Thus far, this Arena has proven to be slower than the last. Thor wants to say duller, but deep down he knows admitting that would be coaxing chaos. The food court explosions had been eventful, but not in the way of a spirited battle. It's almost funny to him, how good he probably would have been at this sort of thing when he was a hotheaded fool. He's certain he would have fought any who opposed him, but he probably would have traipsed into a trap long ago.
He thinks this and yet, he's wandering back into the scene of the carnage from a few days ago. It seems as if all has settled for the moment, but he searches around curiously for anything that could be of use, keeping an eye out for anyone who might still be here. His searches bring him to cans of what looks to be drinks served alongside meals. The bright colours make him wary, but the promise of UNLIMITED ENERGY is tempting indeed. He packs some away to share, cracking open the gaudy can to try it. He wasn't sure what he expected, but the sweetness of it almost has him sputtering. He cannot deny that the flavour is appealing, so he'll keep hand of it as he travels.
[Chasing Roomba.]
The promise of UNLIMITED ENERGY was not folly, Thor feels abuzz with enthusiasm and adrenaline and he stalks the mall for a target. When it becomes apparent that the robotic creatures have become aggressive, they seem as good an opponent as any. Thor charges at them whenever he sees one, kicking and seeking to destroy the vicious little machines. He has weaponry, but he seems to prefer crushing them with his feet and arms.
The excersise is refreshing and he enjoys himself, so don't be too surprised if a wall of thunder god bellows at you to be wary, rapidly approaching with what looks to be hoped up energy drink. "This drink is most excellent." He assures, pressing it into the hands of strangers before taking it upon himself to protect anyone and everyone from small vacuuming robots with weirdly aggressive tendencies.
[Washing off/Fountains.]
A sugar crash is a most awful thing to experience. Two or three cans had him on top of the world and eagerly bounding through the mall, now he feels as if he could sleep for years or more. He can't afford the lethargy, so he decides his best course of action is to wash. He strips his dressing gown and armored shirt off entirely, realising he ought to replace the garment now that the weeks have progressed.
He splashes the cool water of the fountain on his face after cupping some into his hand, repeating the motion a few times over his face again and his chest. He certainly feels more refreshed and far more alert, so he'll flick his hair aside to listen for any approaching with a suspicious look. When he feels safe, he isn't inclined to put the gross and well worn shirt back on, so he'll continue his travels without it and in search of new coverage.
WHAT| Thor around the mall, beverages, roombas and shirtlessness within.
WHERE| Water fountains, food court, anywhere you want him.
WHEN| Week 3
WARNINGS| Standard Hunger Games stuff. He's dressed like this.
[Food Court.]
Thus far, this Arena has proven to be slower than the last. Thor wants to say duller, but deep down he knows admitting that would be coaxing chaos. The food court explosions had been eventful, but not in the way of a spirited battle. It's almost funny to him, how good he probably would have been at this sort of thing when he was a hotheaded fool. He's certain he would have fought any who opposed him, but he probably would have traipsed into a trap long ago.
He thinks this and yet, he's wandering back into the scene of the carnage from a few days ago. It seems as if all has settled for the moment, but he searches around curiously for anything that could be of use, keeping an eye out for anyone who might still be here. His searches bring him to cans of what looks to be drinks served alongside meals. The bright colours make him wary, but the promise of UNLIMITED ENERGY is tempting indeed. He packs some away to share, cracking open the gaudy can to try it. He wasn't sure what he expected, but the sweetness of it almost has him sputtering. He cannot deny that the flavour is appealing, so he'll keep hand of it as he travels.
[Chasing Roomba.]
The promise of UNLIMITED ENERGY was not folly, Thor feels abuzz with enthusiasm and adrenaline and he stalks the mall for a target. When it becomes apparent that the robotic creatures have become aggressive, they seem as good an opponent as any. Thor charges at them whenever he sees one, kicking and seeking to destroy the vicious little machines. He has weaponry, but he seems to prefer crushing them with his feet and arms.
The excersise is refreshing and he enjoys himself, so don't be too surprised if a wall of thunder god bellows at you to be wary, rapidly approaching with what looks to be hoped up energy drink. "This drink is most excellent." He assures, pressing it into the hands of strangers before taking it upon himself to protect anyone and everyone from small vacuuming robots with weirdly aggressive tendencies.
[Washing off/Fountains.]
A sugar crash is a most awful thing to experience. Two or three cans had him on top of the world and eagerly bounding through the mall, now he feels as if he could sleep for years or more. He can't afford the lethargy, so he decides his best course of action is to wash. He strips his dressing gown and armored shirt off entirely, realising he ought to replace the garment now that the weeks have progressed.
He splashes the cool water of the fountain on his face after cupping some into his hand, repeating the motion a few times over his face again and his chest. He certainly feels more refreshed and far more alert, so he'll flick his hair aside to listen for any approaching with a suspicious look. When he feels safe, he isn't inclined to put the gross and well worn shirt back on, so he'll continue his travels without it and in search of new coverage.
Roombas of course
Oh. Um.
"What the hell?" She almost drops the drink when it's pushed onto her. "Hey - careful." No regret as she scowls up at him, his drink in hand, irritated by the show of enthusiasm while she's knackered beyond all belief, her injuries hurting under her shirt and sleeve.
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He doesn't quite notice her annoyance nor her scowl when he charges forward, catching up with the roomba in time to kick it hard. He sends it flying into the wall ahead so it falls to the ground with a shuddery, broken noise and he turns to her with a satisfied smile that falls when he realises she doesn't look terribly pleased.
"My apologies." His smile becomes more reserved as he reaches to take his drink from her, only to reach into his satchel and present her with an unopened can. "Take it, the taste is pleasant once you become accustomed to it."
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"Uh." Find your fucking tongue. "Take it...?" Oh. "An energy drink?"
But Tess won't ignore the offer being presented, reaching out to take the can from him. Wow, she hasn't seen a proper one of these in years. Long expired and stale.
She squints up at him suspiciously. "How many of these have you had before you decided to come and play Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots?"
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"Is that what they call it?" Because a drink that gives you energy couldn't possibly be anything else. He continues to gesture it at her until she takes it, glad when she does so he can focus on his own.
"Two...Three perhaps?" Now he almost looks sheepish. "Is it so obvious?"
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Tess shrugs off her pack and brings it around, unzipping it to find a spot for the canned beverage inside. Somewhere where it won't be too jostled around as she runs.
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"I will take it into consideration." He offers, so she doesn't feel too dismissed. After that, he'll stick a hand out, since that's how mortals seem to do their introductions. "Thor Odinson."
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"Call me Tess. And that drink, don't drink too much in a day. It's not good."
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"Tell me, Lady Tess, what have I to worry about where drink is concerned?" He scoffs, as if the notion of it being incredibly unhealthy is beyond him.
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Her hand gives his one more squeeze on a final shake. Does she have the heart to correct him?
"What do you have to worry about? A heart attack maybe. There's a lot of caffeine in those things."
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"There are worse ways to die, wouldn't you say?" It's a bit of a solemn comment, but it's true. "It is difficult to consider long term complications on such a short schedule." This conversation took a depressing turn very fast so he's going to swig his drink.
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"Being killed off by a heart attack, not one of the ways I'd want to go. Too slow." Tess brings up the energy drink to look at the label, reading over the contents. "Christ, I forgot that these things were half sugar and half caffeine."
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"Perhaps someone will pursue me before I can face the ill effects of it, then." He seems quite casual about the idea, because he has no interest in winning. "All good things, aren't they? It is just what I needed in place of a strong ale."