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thearena2015-01-24 10:05 pm
worldsaway) wrote in thearena2015-01-24 10:05 pm
'Cause you know you left a hollow. [open]
Who| Thor and ANYONE willing
What| Thor returns from his three week vacation in prison, he's not happy to see anyone and he's not acting the same.
Where| Around the Arena, avoiding the Cornucopia but prowling the surroundings.
When| First week.
Warnings| Descriptions of brainwashing and torture, aggressive and violent reactions with triggers.
Thor has been gone twenty three days.
It doesn't feel like it, no. It feels like more. He isn't conscious of it, but deep down he feels weak for breaking within a time frame like that. He is weak. He wore his heart on his sleeve and he took too much into it. There was too much at stake, too much he'd give anything to protect and nothing left for himself by the end of it all. He barely remembers what happened, because it terrifies him to do as much. The boom of the canons is too much like the thunder, it's too much like something he ought to be afraid of. Never again. He'll never do it again. He swore, he gave his word.
His eyes are lowered when his podium raises upward and he dare not raise them. He cannot risk the sight of a familiar. They'll use him. They'll end him. It's dangerous, the thought of a smile makes his mouth run dry. He won't allow himself to be fooled again, the pain he remembers suffering seems to be at the hands of people he knows. He cannot equate it to the strangers he faced daily in the depths of prison. He thinks of Sif and either Loki and he thinks of lashings. He thinks of Molotov and Bruce and it's hard to breathe. He thinks of Steve and Tony and he thinks of needles and burning. He thinks of Carlos and his mind sears with white, hot pain. He's barely made it off the platform and his hands are trembling, his chest is tightening and he needs to run.
He has been tasked with winning. Logic indicates that the Cornucopia is of use, but he can't stand the idea of them all there. Congregating like an infestation of ants, unavoidable and united and eager to use him again. No.
Thor escapes through the meadows, thrashing wildly as he makes his way into the forest and into the depths of the trees. He's never been a subtle man, but me moves with more care now. He can't afford to be spotted, but he cannot help it if people have already witnessed his escape. A heavy branch broken off a tree is as good a weapon as he can claim at this point in time. If he isn't approached directly, he'll linger in the depths of the forest and wait for the opportune moment to lunge with a roar. He'll be quick to lay his hands on anyone, anyone is a threat to his safety when he has been tasked with winning. It is people he's familiar with who are treated with particular aggression, but the fear is more than apparent in his eyes.
What| Thor returns from his three week vacation in prison, he's not happy to see anyone and he's not acting the same.
Where| Around the Arena, avoiding the Cornucopia but prowling the surroundings.
When| First week.
Warnings| Descriptions of brainwashing and torture, aggressive and violent reactions with triggers.
Thor has been gone twenty three days.
It doesn't feel like it, no. It feels like more. He isn't conscious of it, but deep down he feels weak for breaking within a time frame like that. He is weak. He wore his heart on his sleeve and he took too much into it. There was too much at stake, too much he'd give anything to protect and nothing left for himself by the end of it all. He barely remembers what happened, because it terrifies him to do as much. The boom of the canons is too much like the thunder, it's too much like something he ought to be afraid of. Never again. He'll never do it again. He swore, he gave his word.
His eyes are lowered when his podium raises upward and he dare not raise them. He cannot risk the sight of a familiar. They'll use him. They'll end him. It's dangerous, the thought of a smile makes his mouth run dry. He won't allow himself to be fooled again, the pain he remembers suffering seems to be at the hands of people he knows. He cannot equate it to the strangers he faced daily in the depths of prison. He thinks of Sif and either Loki and he thinks of lashings. He thinks of Molotov and Bruce and it's hard to breathe. He thinks of Steve and Tony and he thinks of needles and burning. He thinks of Carlos and his mind sears with white, hot pain. He's barely made it off the platform and his hands are trembling, his chest is tightening and he needs to run.
He has been tasked with winning. Logic indicates that the Cornucopia is of use, but he can't stand the idea of them all there. Congregating like an infestation of ants, unavoidable and united and eager to use him again. No.
Thor escapes through the meadows, thrashing wildly as he makes his way into the forest and into the depths of the trees. He's never been a subtle man, but me moves with more care now. He can't afford to be spotted, but he cannot help it if people have already witnessed his escape. A heavy branch broken off a tree is as good a weapon as he can claim at this point in time. If he isn't approached directly, he'll linger in the depths of the forest and wait for the opportune moment to lunge with a roar. He'll be quick to lay his hands on anyone, anyone is a threat to his safety when he has been tasked with winning. It is people he's familiar with who are treated with particular aggression, but the fear is more than apparent in his eyes.