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Everyone has a gun, they're always at war
Who| Les Amis + Open
What| Building a barricade
Where| A deep corner of the Arena somewhere where they hope not to be disturbed.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Nope? Will update as needed! Free-form tagging, making your own threads with each other. It's your one stop shop for Frenchmen galore.
The meager supplies in the case had been hard fought, and Courfeyrac was intent on protecting the contents with his life. Still, opening the case to find a medical kit, three mysterious syringes, a flashlight, and a confusing taser-gun was incredibly disappointing, especially considering that somehow in the melee of the Cornucopia run, Courfeyrac had managed to break his left leg. He wasn't quite certain how it had happened or who was responsible, only that in the crush of the crowd he'd been stomped somehow and he knew from the hideous crunching sound and the shot of pain that he was in trouble.
Unwilling to give up, he'd fought his way inside of the station, and once he had achieved a decent distance from the entrance, he dared to look inside. Disappointing, yes, indeed. But he had what he had and he would work with it. Or rather, he would need to find Combeferre or Joly and let them work with it. He'd let them tend to his leg too. As it was now, he was too horrified by what he might find to try taking off his own boot.
Instead, he hopped and hobbled through the twisting and overwhelming corridors of the station until he found what he hoped was a dead end, and after backing himself into a corner, he started the hideously slow process of constructing makeshift fortifications. On his own, it would be slow going, but until he could stand to look at his broken leg and tend to it on his own, he'd have to make due with whatever he could find. If he was going to team up with anyone this time, they'd have to come to him, not the other way around.
What| Building a barricade
Where| A deep corner of the Arena somewhere where they hope not to be disturbed.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Nope? Will update as needed! Free-form tagging, making your own threads with each other. It's your one stop shop for Frenchmen galore.
The meager supplies in the case had been hard fought, and Courfeyrac was intent on protecting the contents with his life. Still, opening the case to find a medical kit, three mysterious syringes, a flashlight, and a confusing taser-gun was incredibly disappointing, especially considering that somehow in the melee of the Cornucopia run, Courfeyrac had managed to break his left leg. He wasn't quite certain how it had happened or who was responsible, only that in the crush of the crowd he'd been stomped somehow and he knew from the hideous crunching sound and the shot of pain that he was in trouble.
Unwilling to give up, he'd fought his way inside of the station, and once he had achieved a decent distance from the entrance, he dared to look inside. Disappointing, yes, indeed. But he had what he had and he would work with it. Or rather, he would need to find Combeferre or Joly and let them work with it. He'd let them tend to his leg too. As it was now, he was too horrified by what he might find to try taking off his own boot.
Instead, he hopped and hobbled through the twisting and overwhelming corridors of the station until he found what he hoped was a dead end, and after backing himself into a corner, he started the hideously slow process of constructing makeshift fortifications. On his own, it would be slow going, but until he could stand to look at his broken leg and tend to it on his own, he'd have to make due with whatever he could find. If he was going to team up with anyone this time, they'd have to come to him, not the other way around.