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thearena2015-02-15 01:05 pm
shiftingurbulls) wrote in thearena2015-02-15 01:05 pm
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Vantage Points [semi-open]
Who| Ellis and the Walking Dead group or anyone who passes by
What| Meeting fellow zombie-apocalypse survivors
Where| Around the caves and glaciers
When| Week 3 before the Guido Suit massacre
Warnings/Notes| Language, talk of Gore...usual business
Ellis had to admit, the sponsors were kind to him to get him all warmed up and armed. Granted it wasn't a rifle like Nick and it was terribly lonely to wait for him to come back from whatever he was doing. He'd told the man to rest for a day in their cave, there wasn't that much need to hunt or defend themselves. Nick, this isn't Georgia, we don't have medkits lying around for us to find. Lay down an' recover, okay? But like hell Suits listened to him. He barely did back home!
Beth implied there were more survivors out there from his home state (halleluyah!) and Ellis knew that as soon as Lt. Raine gained a weapon, he'd be more than fine on his own. So the mechanic grabbed the nearest rock and scratched on the wall a message for Nick to find if the gambler came back before he did:
"LEFT FOR SUPPLIES, BE BACK SOON."
With that, bundled up and the small pocket knife on tow, Ellis set out to explore the Arena again now that the cats were gone.
A. Cave Story
The caves around this land had proven to be a challenge for the ever-curious man to explore and forage in. There was evidence of other people living in there, more experienced Tributes in the art of putting the best and bloodiest show the Capitol could see. All El could get out of these were scraps he could either consume or build trinkets to beat the boredom. Every time the mechanic ran into a campsite, he'd slow down his paces, avoid making unnecessary sounds as to not cause a fight. For all his boisterous acting, survival usually trumped his itch to say hello to anyone he met. Not everyone was as friendly as he was, Nick reminded him so many times back home.
"Hello?" Ellis called out inside, making sure he was close enough to the exit to make a quick getaway. Anyone returning his greeting would see him raise his weapon first before he relaxed.
B. Self-Imposed Challenge
"Okay, tha's impressive," El whispered under his breath as he admired the glacial majesty before him. He felt so tiny and insignificant against the massive structure. Naturally, he said to himself, "I'm gonna climb it." How he survived the Green Flu outbreak is sometimes a mystery. The thing about glaciers is the sheer difficulty that comes with trying to get footing without the proper shoe wear as the mechanic soon found out after a few unsuccessful tries at crossing the river to get to it. "Fuckin' hell," he hissed under his breath before giving up, "Coulda made for a good vantage point."
So the next best thing were the trees, something he had more experience in. It was how he kept whatever meager supplies he could find safe from any slippery hands. He was young and flexible enough to make his way up the branches. Anyone looking up will see a grinning idiot ready to say hello or pounce and get their supplies then disappear into the wilderness if they proved to be untrustworthy. Though Ellis had a fatal flaw in his plan: he wouldn't kill the target. These were thinking people, and he refused to commit murder.
What| Meeting fellow zombie-apocalypse survivors
Where| Around the caves and glaciers
When| Week 3 before the Guido Suit massacre
Warnings/Notes| Language, talk of Gore...usual business
Ellis had to admit, the sponsors were kind to him to get him all warmed up and armed. Granted it wasn't a rifle like Nick and it was terribly lonely to wait for him to come back from whatever he was doing. He'd told the man to rest for a day in their cave, there wasn't that much need to hunt or defend themselves. Nick, this isn't Georgia, we don't have medkits lying around for us to find. Lay down an' recover, okay? But like hell Suits listened to him. He barely did back home!
Beth implied there were more survivors out there from his home state (halleluyah!) and Ellis knew that as soon as Lt. Raine gained a weapon, he'd be more than fine on his own. So the mechanic grabbed the nearest rock and scratched on the wall a message for Nick to find if the gambler came back before he did:
"LEFT FOR SUPPLIES, BE BACK SOON."
With that, bundled up and the small pocket knife on tow, Ellis set out to explore the Arena again now that the cats were gone.
A. Cave Story
The caves around this land had proven to be a challenge for the ever-curious man to explore and forage in. There was evidence of other people living in there, more experienced Tributes in the art of putting the best and bloodiest show the Capitol could see. All El could get out of these were scraps he could either consume or build trinkets to beat the boredom. Every time the mechanic ran into a campsite, he'd slow down his paces, avoid making unnecessary sounds as to not cause a fight. For all his boisterous acting, survival usually trumped his itch to say hello to anyone he met. Not everyone was as friendly as he was, Nick reminded him so many times back home.
"Hello?" Ellis called out inside, making sure he was close enough to the exit to make a quick getaway. Anyone returning his greeting would see him raise his weapon first before he relaxed.
B. Self-Imposed Challenge
"Okay, tha's impressive," El whispered under his breath as he admired the glacial majesty before him. He felt so tiny and insignificant against the massive structure. Naturally, he said to himself, "I'm gonna climb it." How he survived the Green Flu outbreak is sometimes a mystery. The thing about glaciers is the sheer difficulty that comes with trying to get footing without the proper shoe wear as the mechanic soon found out after a few unsuccessful tries at crossing the river to get to it. "Fuckin' hell," he hissed under his breath before giving up, "Coulda made for a good vantage point."
So the next best thing were the trees, something he had more experience in. It was how he kept whatever meager supplies he could find safe from any slippery hands. He was young and flexible enough to make his way up the branches. Anyone looking up will see a grinning idiot ready to say hello or pounce and get their supplies then disappear into the wilderness if they proved to be untrustworthy. Though Ellis had a fatal flaw in his plan: he wouldn't kill the target. These were thinking people, and he refused to commit murder.
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Ellis wouldn't care either way on principle: this was a different set of circumstances. And drinking out of the skull of a slain enemy sounds metal as hell. "Magic sounds so cool, an' badass..." Oh Hawke, you now have a beginning fan.
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She pinches the bridge of her nose, feigning annoyance that’s obviously put on for show. The book isn’t half as bad as she makes it out to be. Anything that feeds her huge ego has to have some merit. “If you’re really going to read it, don’t ask me about the ogre. Anything else is fair game. Especially the dragons. Always dragons.”
And the feeding of the ego continues, and Hawke can’t help the swell of her chest. It’s only dampened by the lack of magic to display. Word of mouth doesn’t do it justice. But there is something… “I can show you, if you’d like.” A pause, then, as she throws up her hands to clarify, “Not real magic, obviously. But the motions I go through to cast. It’s just twirling a staff around, really. Or a stick, in this case.”
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The motions were a welcomed lesson and El could bet this would win over more support for Hawke in the long run, it'd portrayed her on a more positive light for Sponsors. "Well shoot, I'd love to see that!"
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With his approval, Hawke retreated far back enough in the cave to retrieve her sharpened stick. It was no proper staff, not nearly long or sturdy enough and lacking any adornments, but it would do. Wouldn’t make her feel any less silly going through the motions, unfortunately. She jabbed an accusatory finger in Ellis’s direction, getting a feel for the balance and weight of the stick with her other hand. “You’re not allowed to laugh. It looks much more impressive with actual magic, I promise.”
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"I ain't gonna laugh if yer gonna teach me!" the mechanic assured his temporary guest, "You're all good on my part!"