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thearena2013-01-13 05:34 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thearena2013-01-13 05:34 pm
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Who| Wyatt and Open
What| Watching the Death announcements.
Where| Near the Cornucopia
When| The night of the Cornucopia battle.
Warnings| Wyatt being glum, mentions of death.
He'd meant to find Neeshka during the bloodbath, had hoped they might someway be able to come to an understanding. He hadn't wanted last night to be the last word between them....
But he'd lost track of her during the scramble, had come away injured (he was lucky the knife had missed his eye) - if not empty-handed - himself, and he'd had no choice but to retreat, to find somewhere to hole up until the sounds of the fighting had died away, until the cannons had sounded, and night had finally fallen.
Now, with the snow falling lightly and the bright white moon turning the ground beneath him a pale, glittering blue, he traced his way back to the Cornucopia.
For the most of the journey there was nothing, no sound save for the whisper of his own breathing and the crunch of the ice and snow beneath his boots... but then, as the great metal horn was rising like a dark and terrible beast from the unbroken horizon, the Capitol theme blared through the arena and the sky lit up in a shimmering wave of color.
He paused to watch, his Adam's apple lurching as the faces began to appear. He even found himself praying, mumbling quietly to himself as it went on, something he hadn't done in-
-there she was. Her face was shining down at him from the field of stars.
His mouth fell open, the spear he carried slipped numbly from his fingers, metal head cutting into the ice.
She was gone.
What| Watching the Death announcements.
Where| Near the Cornucopia
When| The night of the Cornucopia battle.
Warnings| Wyatt being glum, mentions of death.
He'd meant to find Neeshka during the bloodbath, had hoped they might someway be able to come to an understanding. He hadn't wanted last night to be the last word between them....
But he'd lost track of her during the scramble, had come away injured (he was lucky the knife had missed his eye) - if not empty-handed - himself, and he'd had no choice but to retreat, to find somewhere to hole up until the sounds of the fighting had died away, until the cannons had sounded, and night had finally fallen.
Now, with the snow falling lightly and the bright white moon turning the ground beneath him a pale, glittering blue, he traced his way back to the Cornucopia.
For the most of the journey there was nothing, no sound save for the whisper of his own breathing and the crunch of the ice and snow beneath his boots... but then, as the great metal horn was rising like a dark and terrible beast from the unbroken horizon, the Capitol theme blared through the arena and the sky lit up in a shimmering wave of color.
He paused to watch, his Adam's apple lurching as the faces began to appear. He even found himself praying, mumbling quietly to himself as it went on, something he hadn't done in-
-there she was. Her face was shining down at him from the field of stars.
His mouth fell open, the spear he carried slipped numbly from his fingers, metal head cutting into the ice.
She was gone.
Don't judge his feels, Riddick. :|
Wyatt spun on the heel of his boot, spear coming up.
It took a minute to pick the human shape out from the darkness of the Cornucopia's shadow and while he didn't seem immediately threatening, Wyatt kept his weapon - such as it was - ready as he replied.
"Yeah. One I was hopin' to find."
Riddick always judges. it's his MO :D
Squinting up at the sky briefly, where the messages had been displayed a moment ago, he asked idly, "So which one was it?"
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"The one from 5... Neeshka," he said, adding her name after a beat. "Lost track of her during the bloodbath, I was hopin' I might find her trail here."
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He would've. And he would've tried.
He sighed and nodded at Riddick. "So, who are you anyways?"
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And if Riddick was expecting some sort of horrified reaction, he didn't get it. Instead he just looked at Riddick kind of curiously, and then reached up and touched his temple with two fingers - if he'd been wearing his his hat, this is where he'd have tipped the brim.
"Wyatt Earp."
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"There was a boy headed this way, ahead of me. Did ya happen to see him?"
There hadn't been a cannon, so Wyatt knew this man hadn't killed Howard, but he'd been equally as comforted to know the kid hadn't gotten himself lost out in the snow somewhere.
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And if Wyatt was paying attention, he might even pick up Riddick's disapproval of that.
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"He was lookin' for someone too," Wyatt said, turning his head to look out at the dark closed in around the Cornucopia. He hoped he'd found her. Wherever he'd gone. "The boy, not the other fella. I don't think I know him."
Wyatt, as it was, sounded tired. A maybe a might sad. He wanted to help, wanted to do what he could, but here - this place... everything was stacked against them.
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He still disapproved, though.
"Figure the older guy was new, so doubt anybody knew him. You lookin' for anything in particular, yerself, or just poking around?"
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So in other words, he wasn't lookin' to fight and would be happy to just mosey on his way if Riddick would too.
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So he gave Wyatt a little wave, and turned to go back to digging at the snow with his boot in search of further potential useful things.