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Who| Glinda and open
What| Searching for a camp
Where| All over the place. Feel free to run into her anywhere in the arena
When| First week
Warnings| None so far
Notes | If Glinda falls into one of the crevices she gets her magic back, let me know if you want to do something with that!

She had been fortunate.

A bow and arrow on her back, food squirrelled away in her jacket along with water and a sleeping bag that admittedly let in the water a little but was far better than just sleeping rough.

But Glinda was getting cold. Not the kind of cold that merely made a witch shiver but one that froze her to her bones. A sponsor had sent her fire making equipment but she needed shelter so she could kindle it. So she searched, keeping her bow notched with an arrow and her sleeping bag wrapped around her as she searched for a cave that could house her.

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De hated the cold.

She had found a cave to bundle up in, and not having the wind cutting at her helped. But it was still cold as balls in here.

Staying awake was a fight, but she knew falling asleep was the first step to freezing to death. Still, she kept having to jerk her head up, and thinking she was not in a freezing cave, but in a freezing card, pulled over on some dark highway.

Her head jerked up once more, but this time because she'd heard a sound. A human sound. Reaching out, she carefully grabbed her harpoon, slowly standing, getting ready for a fight.

Alex spent the better part of the first day carefully carving himself a shelter into the side of a large snow drift. Not having a shovel made it more difficult than he cared for it to be, but his quiver of arrows hadn't been completely useless. The hardest part had been making sure he didn't overexert himself and start sweating. Nothing like damp clothing and sub-freezing temperatures to make an already unpleasant Arena even more unpleasant.

Keeping the other Tributes from stumbling across his shelter... that was the tricky bit. On the one hand, he didn't want to run across any of the more enthusiastic Tributes, but on the other a little company wouldn't be amiss. Especially with how little he'd taken from the Cornucopia. He'd lucked out a little and had been sent a few things by a sponsor, but pooling resources with another Tribute couldn't hurt.

The snowfall usually covered his tracks to and from his shelter, but today it hadn't, and Alex was carefully trying to obscure his footprints when he spotted someone rounding a snowdrift. Sliding an arrow out of the quiver on his back, Alex started backing toward his shelter.

A cave, thank her Ozness.

Glinda was cold enough to disregard everything she had been told about in training about checking areas first to find if there were other tributes in it first. If there was somebody in there then at least they could huddle for warmth. After all, not everyone here could be bad. She certainly wasn't and she was here. Perhaps she could appeal to their humanity.

"H-Hello?" She called, teeth chattering as she entered the cave, bow held aloft in her hands for display that she wasn't intending on hurting anyone who might be in there. "I-I-I d-don't mean you h-harm." She could see her own breath.

It was freezing once again. Not that it hadn't been freezing for all of the time she had been here. Oh sweet Lurline, her brain was going. Glinda shook her head to try and force away her confusion. Of course it was freezing, she scolded herself, it was like a perpetual Yuletide. The witch was stuggling to find anywhere that she could shelter for the evening. And with how the temperature dropped with the darker it got she wouldn't like to be out in the open.

The woman stumbled and tripped her way around the snowdrift, squinting toward what looked like a hole. How ridiculous. She must have been going mad with the cold. Still, it did look strangely like a hole. Glinda clutched her sleeping bag tighter around herself and made toward it.

Whoever the Tribute was, they were headed right for his shelter.

On the upside, they didn't seem to have seen him yet. On the downside... that was his shelter!

"Hey! That's mine!" He slogged his way through the snow toward the other Tribute, thinking maybe he could scare them off.

Glinda jumped at the voice, spinning and fumbling to pull the sleeping bag from around her shoulders so that she could reach her arrows.

"I-I don't mean any harm!" She protested, teeth chattering.

So, maybe it could be a big old lie.

It wouldn't be the first tiny, harmless looking blond that had turned out to be the worst thing to happen to her. Ruby. Meg. And those were just the demonic ones.

But something about the slight woman standing there...De lowered her harpoon.

But didn't set it down just yet.

"Come in."

It could be a trap. A ruse to trick him into dropping his guard.

If it was, she was a very good actress.

"Neither do I," he said, holding up his hands. He kept his eyes locked on her, watching every movement she made. Wait... did she have a bow? Yes, that was definitely a bow. "Are you looking for shelter?"

"T-Thank you." She eagerly entered, teeth chattering from the cold of the outside ice and snow. Glinda coughed slightly, the cold infiltrating her lungs and making her gasp slightly. She still hadn't gotten used to the cold.

She shrugged the quiver from her shoulders, holding them up to the other woman to show her. "T-These and my bow are all I have."

Glinda nodded before affirming it. "Y-Yes, haven't been able to find any yet." She curled her arms around herself rather than going for her quiver now. "Please, I swear I don't mean any h-harm and my sponsors have sent me things. I have plenty to share."

Alex chewed on his lip, considering. Then he nodded.

"All right. You can stay. Go in, I'll clean up out here."

Between the two of them, there were quite a few footprints.

The hole Glinda saw earlier was the entrance to a low tunnel that sloped gently upward. It went into the snow drift about six feet then opened up into a small domed cave. Inside was a sleeping bag.

She tried to conceal her expression of relief but did an extremely poor job of it. She'd been walking and awake so long now that all of her body ached from the violent shivering and the adrenaline keeping her going.

Thankfully, at just five foot two, Glinda wasn't the biggest person and found slipping into the tunnel easy enough. This was amazing. She stared in amazed wonder up at the ceiling of the dome. Surely this young man must be a wizard? No human could do with, certainly?

She lifted her harpoon, not in warning, but for full disclosure.

"Deanna. What's your name?"

The poor thing just looked pathetic. Not that she was probably looking much better.

"Glinda. Glinda Arduenna Upland." She answers, setting down the arrows. Glinda hadn't known what she was thinking when she ran for the Cornucopia, only that she needed something to defend herself this time.

Thank Goodness Ariadne had shown her how to use them.

"I would say it was plesicational to meet you but under these circumstances that seems frivillovna and ill intended."

De snickered.

"So are you a good witch? Or a bad witch?" Her voice tipped up to a falsetto at the end of each question. A little similar to this woman, actually.

Not that Oz was real. Of course.

Alex did his best to brush over the footprints the two of them had made and hoped the wind would take care of the rest. He didn't fancy having a surprise when he woke up in the morning.

Pushing the quiver in front of him, Alex crawled through the tunnel a few minutes after Glinda. Leaving the quiver down at the entrance level, he brushed the snow off of his parka before taking it off and putting it on top of his sleeping bag to dry.

"So... what's your name?"

She pulled her hood down and glasses off revealing blonde ringlets and bright blue eyes and a face that had crumpled into a frown.

"I am the Good Witch of the North and a powerful sorceress and I am bisbelieveful that I care for your calling me a bad witch." She primly replied, pressing her pale lips together.

"Glinda. Glinda Arduenna Upland." She answered, curling in around herself to keep herself warm. It was less cold in the shelter but it was still a freezing climate. "District nine." She didn't actually know that much about her district but it seemed it was important to these people.

"And you?"

Oh shit.

She was serious. And pissed.

Had De really just managed to piss of Glinda the Good Witch?

"Sorry, it's uhh...it's a line. From a movie." Not that she would know what movies were, either.

Glinda. Like the Wizard of Oz. Maybe her parents just liked the name.

"Alex Rider," he replied, reaching up to poke an arrow through a small hole in the roof. He gave it a quick wiggle then returned it to his quiver. "District Four."

"You said you had supplies. Anything to start a fire with?"

Her eyebrow arched but given that the woman was offering her shelter, Glinda thought it best not to insult her or scold her. She really wasn't in Oz anymore. That she had to introduce herself was preposterous.

"No appollofications needed. I am not as well known here as in Oz." She sniffed.

The blonde bobbed her head. Pulling her gloves off with her teeth she pulled her supplies out of her coat. Matches, some type of black fire starter, food and a bottle of water, the parachute that the items had been sent to her with and her sleepingbag was put on the floor.

"This is what I have. I don't know what that's for though." She pointed to the black material.

De arched a brow, before shaking her head in disbelief.

If she had been wobbling on whether this was hell or not, that cemented it pretty solidly as no.

"So, how has your lovely arena experience been?"

Glinda twisted her lips.

"I should like to call it many a thing but lovely would most certificationally not be it." She shook her head.

De, having not have the experience yet of dealing with the King of Literal translations, was at a loss for how to save face for a moment.

"Sorta the opposite, yeah."

Glinda nodded solemnly. "Never before has there been such fraughtity." She pushed her hair out of her face with a deep sigh. "It makes one so weary for home."

"Yeah, you can say that again..."

De might regret this, but no more or less than she's gonna regret anything else in this damn place.

"You eaten? I don't have much but...I think I've got a piece of jerky left."

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