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thearena2015-03-16 10:35 pm
arrogantalloy) wrote in thearena2015-03-16 10:35 pm
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He's more dangerous than he looks...
WHO| Tony & Clint, Tony & Nick (L4D2), Tony & anyone else left standing.
WHAT| Tony's quickly becoming the Last Avenger.
WHEN| Throughout the last week of the arena
WHERE| Within the general vicinity of the Cornucopia/feast area
WARNINGS| Death, thoughts about death, Tony being murdery when he has to be.
So, about all the vodka (Tony & Clint)
To say Tony expected the flood of Vodka would be a lie, was he surprised by it? Not really. Not after the intense gin flood that he and Thor went through two arenas ago. As he picks one of the bottles up he actually thinks for Thor and frowns. They had only just become actual friends and not only had he tried to kill Tony twice in this arena, but it was Tony that killed him. That thought alone had him quickly removing the lid and taking a heavy drink from the bottle without so much as thinking about what Clint’s reaction would be let alone everyone watching him on the screens back at the tower.
“This. Is becoming a weird tradition.” Is all he says before all but nestling into the nest of bottles while still drinking. Then he blinks and looks at the bottle. “Or should we be using this on us first?”
He looks at himself a little tiredly, taking in the various cuts, scabs and burns he’s had to put up with since getting into the arena, almost looking forward to being killed, because some of the marks look pretty ugly. And he’d like to be rid of them.
That being said he simply drinks from the bottle again instead of using it to clean his wounds. Because really he’s just tired of caring, what with trying to avoid Yeti’s and survive one hell of an earthquake, on top of everything else, fixing his physical pain just doesn’t seem all that important.
Alone and Strung out
Tony had taken to doing a mix of hiding in bushes and just aimlessly wandering. He’s never lasted this long in any of the previous arenas, it’s nearly the end of the week and he knows there’s barely a handful of other tributes left. He at least knows at this point everyone is at their most tense and eager to strike out to win so the whole mess can be over and done with.
And he’s feeling the strain himself, as he wanders he leaves a large trail in the snow. He’s long given up trying to hide them because he really doesn’t have the skill to do it convincingly he’s waist deep and unexpectedly finds a dip in the earth as he falls into the snow while letting out a surprised noise, no doubt letting anyone in ear shot know where he is.
“Great. Just great…”
He half wonders if there are any Yeti still about that could of heard him and are now coming for him, but he hears an ungodly scream instead.
Really, this is how you're going to end this? (Tony & Nick)
Tony can easily say that the Mutts that have kept herding him back to the cornucopia have been an awesome experience. Freakish creatures wailing at him and attempting to call out to him are bad enough. But when they look bone-chillingly like his team mates it makes the whole experience nauseating.
So when he realises they’re trying to keep him in one area he takes the hint and heads more towards the cornucopia, it doesn’t take him long to see that there’s a table laid out with all sorts of food. As he hasn’t eaten since Bruce and Thor died –He’d been putting it off on purpose, he’s not even sure if he’s trying to punish himself or not- But the alluring smell and actual variety lure him in towards it so distracted he doesn’t immediately notice if anyone’s around him, either way, he still has the pocket knife Jolie sent him. It’s actually the only thing he’s managed to keep on him this whole time.
WHAT| Tony's quickly becoming the Last Avenger.
WHEN| Throughout the last week of the arena
WHERE| Within the general vicinity of the Cornucopia/feast area
WARNINGS| Death, thoughts about death, Tony being murdery when he has to be.
So, about all the vodka (Tony & Clint)
To say Tony expected the flood of Vodka would be a lie, was he surprised by it? Not really. Not after the intense gin flood that he and Thor went through two arenas ago. As he picks one of the bottles up he actually thinks for Thor and frowns. They had only just become actual friends and not only had he tried to kill Tony twice in this arena, but it was Tony that killed him. That thought alone had him quickly removing the lid and taking a heavy drink from the bottle without so much as thinking about what Clint’s reaction would be let alone everyone watching him on the screens back at the tower.
“This. Is becoming a weird tradition.” Is all he says before all but nestling into the nest of bottles while still drinking. Then he blinks and looks at the bottle. “Or should we be using this on us first?”
He looks at himself a little tiredly, taking in the various cuts, scabs and burns he’s had to put up with since getting into the arena, almost looking forward to being killed, because some of the marks look pretty ugly. And he’d like to be rid of them.
That being said he simply drinks from the bottle again instead of using it to clean his wounds. Because really he’s just tired of caring, what with trying to avoid Yeti’s and survive one hell of an earthquake, on top of everything else, fixing his physical pain just doesn’t seem all that important.
Alone and Strung out
Tony had taken to doing a mix of hiding in bushes and just aimlessly wandering. He’s never lasted this long in any of the previous arenas, it’s nearly the end of the week and he knows there’s barely a handful of other tributes left. He at least knows at this point everyone is at their most tense and eager to strike out to win so the whole mess can be over and done with.
And he’s feeling the strain himself, as he wanders he leaves a large trail in the snow. He’s long given up trying to hide them because he really doesn’t have the skill to do it convincingly he’s waist deep and unexpectedly finds a dip in the earth as he falls into the snow while letting out a surprised noise, no doubt letting anyone in ear shot know where he is.
“Great. Just great…”
He half wonders if there are any Yeti still about that could of heard him and are now coming for him, but he hears an ungodly scream instead.
Really, this is how you're going to end this? (Tony & Nick)
Tony can easily say that the Mutts that have kept herding him back to the cornucopia have been an awesome experience. Freakish creatures wailing at him and attempting to call out to him are bad enough. But when they look bone-chillingly like his team mates it makes the whole experience nauseating.
So when he realises they’re trying to keep him in one area he takes the hint and heads more towards the cornucopia, it doesn’t take him long to see that there’s a table laid out with all sorts of food. As he hasn’t eaten since Bruce and Thor died –He’d been putting it off on purpose, he’s not even sure if he’s trying to punish himself or not- But the alluring smell and actual variety lure him in towards it so distracted he doesn’t immediately notice if anyone’s around him, either way, he still has the pocket knife Jolie sent him. It’s actually the only thing he’s managed to keep on him this whole time.