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thearena2015-02-11 12:20 am
wizardplease) wrote in thearena2015-02-11 12:20 am
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The Missing Piece
Who| Haruto Soma, various people, and possibly you!
What| This arena isn't going how Haruto hoped it would, but he's determined to survive it anyway. Even if he has to go it alone.
Where| Around? (By the river, then the caves.)
When| Throughout weeks 1 and 2 (see prompts)
Warnings/Notes| - death in Nitou's prompt
Very Early Week 1 - Closed to Kousuke Nitou
It was a reversal of fortune from the last arena that the pair were in. Haruto was the one who had scored some supplies and come out of it fit and fine, and his rival was the one that had the worst of it. And sure, he teased at first, when he found the guy semi-conscious and not particularly lucid hiding in the underbrush, but there was genuine worry beneath it. A broken nose and some broken ribs shouldn't have left the guy so... out of it.
But he'd helped him away, kept him moving and talking until nightfall, and found a sheltered spot in a cluster of trees to sit and rest and attempt to make camp. Attempt being the operative idea here, because Haruto was no master of wilderness survival and somehow making sparks to ignite tinder via rubbing two sticks together was something he hadn't gotten much practice in back in the training room.
"Alright, alright... this time, I've got it. This time!" Aaaand he's right back at rapidlly rolling those sticks back and forth, hands getting numb from friction and the evening's oncoming chill, determined to make this work and not look like a hapless idiot in front of Mr. Mayo.
A - Mid-Week 1 - Teach a Man To Fish and Maybe He'll Actually Catch Something
Fishing's maybe not the best choice of activity to be attempting. He's down by the river in a spot where he's fairly sure he can hear and see people coming along, having fashioned a fishing pole out of a long stick, unravelled threads from his shirt, and a safety pin from the first aid kit he had managed to grab from the cornucopia. He has baited it with a pickled radish from the jar of preserved vegetables that he had also gotten. He's pretty sure he's doing this wrong. Or at least not sufficiently correctly. He has had no nibbles, and he has twitched at every rustle of the wind... and he can't stop thinking about how much easier this would be if Nitou was here.
He is not going to dip into the 'medicinal' vodka that Nitou sent him earlier in the day. He is not. He is going to catch a damned fish, eat the damned fish, and absolutely not get killed by bloodthirsty jackasses sneaking up on him. That is the plan. It is, if not a good plan, at least not completely terrible, and he is going to keep at it. At least for a little longer.
B - Early Week 2 - It is Cold and Everything Sucks
Things were better and things were worse, this far in. Haruto had found a cave that wasn't occupied and provided some shelter from the wind and snow. With a proper fire-starting kit, He had managed to get a small one going. With a parka instead of a just a little windbreaker, and not one but two blankets, he could insulate himself from the chill. There was nothing much to do but wait for the snow to stop, nibble at his nearly-gone food supply, and ignore the ache in his gut that he wasn't sure was hunger or guilt.
Back in the Capitol, it was easier to pretend that everything was fine. There were distractions galore. He could always find a reason to be in someone's company, to be in the middle of something, so he'd have no reason to dwell on how badly he had been screwing things up. He had failed a theoretical Koyomi, failed himself and slipped in to despair, and now failed to keep Nitou from dying. He had to learn to be more than just a wizard, that was becoming very evident, but how? And when? And what could he be, that would be just as useful as a miracle worker with magic powers? What could ever replace that? Useless as he felt now, what point was there in gathering up with others? He'd slow them down. He'd fail them, too, he was sure.
...are those footsteps crunching in the snow outside? Friendly or hostile, they're a welcome distraction from all those bleak thoughts. He rises slowly, quietly, listening for more.
What| This arena isn't going how Haruto hoped it would, but he's determined to survive it anyway. Even if he has to go it alone.
Where| Around? (By the river, then the caves.)
When| Throughout weeks 1 and 2 (see prompts)
Warnings/Notes| - death in Nitou's prompt
Very Early Week 1 - Closed to Kousuke Nitou
It was a reversal of fortune from the last arena that the pair were in. Haruto was the one who had scored some supplies and come out of it fit and fine, and his rival was the one that had the worst of it. And sure, he teased at first, when he found the guy semi-conscious and not particularly lucid hiding in the underbrush, but there was genuine worry beneath it. A broken nose and some broken ribs shouldn't have left the guy so... out of it.
But he'd helped him away, kept him moving and talking until nightfall, and found a sheltered spot in a cluster of trees to sit and rest and attempt to make camp. Attempt being the operative idea here, because Haruto was no master of wilderness survival and somehow making sparks to ignite tinder via rubbing two sticks together was something he hadn't gotten much practice in back in the training room.
"Alright, alright... this time, I've got it. This time!" Aaaand he's right back at rapidlly rolling those sticks back and forth, hands getting numb from friction and the evening's oncoming chill, determined to make this work and not look like a hapless idiot in front of Mr. Mayo.
A - Mid-Week 1 - Teach a Man To Fish and Maybe He'll Actually Catch Something
Fishing's maybe not the best choice of activity to be attempting. He's down by the river in a spot where he's fairly sure he can hear and see people coming along, having fashioned a fishing pole out of a long stick, unravelled threads from his shirt, and a safety pin from the first aid kit he had managed to grab from the cornucopia. He has baited it with a pickled radish from the jar of preserved vegetables that he had also gotten. He's pretty sure he's doing this wrong. Or at least not sufficiently correctly. He has had no nibbles, and he has twitched at every rustle of the wind... and he can't stop thinking about how much easier this would be if Nitou was here.
He is not going to dip into the 'medicinal' vodka that Nitou sent him earlier in the day. He is not. He is going to catch a damned fish, eat the damned fish, and absolutely not get killed by bloodthirsty jackasses sneaking up on him. That is the plan. It is, if not a good plan, at least not completely terrible, and he is going to keep at it. At least for a little longer.
B - Early Week 2 - It is Cold and Everything Sucks
Things were better and things were worse, this far in. Haruto had found a cave that wasn't occupied and provided some shelter from the wind and snow. With a proper fire-starting kit, He had managed to get a small one going. With a parka instead of a just a little windbreaker, and not one but two blankets, he could insulate himself from the chill. There was nothing much to do but wait for the snow to stop, nibble at his nearly-gone food supply, and ignore the ache in his gut that he wasn't sure was hunger or guilt.
Back in the Capitol, it was easier to pretend that everything was fine. There were distractions galore. He could always find a reason to be in someone's company, to be in the middle of something, so he'd have no reason to dwell on how badly he had been screwing things up. He had failed a theoretical Koyomi, failed himself and slipped in to despair, and now failed to keep Nitou from dying. He had to learn to be more than just a wizard, that was becoming very evident, but how? And when? And what could he be, that would be just as useful as a miracle worker with magic powers? What could ever replace that? Useless as he felt now, what point was there in gathering up with others? He'd slow them down. He'd fail them, too, he was sure.
...are those footsteps crunching in the snow outside? Friendly or hostile, they're a welcome distraction from all those bleak thoughts. He rises slowly, quietly, listening for more.
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