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thearena2015-05-26 01:25 pm
shenunigans) wrote in thearena2015-05-26 01:25 pm
Entry tags:
Past, present and future tense. [closed]
Who | Dave and Rose.
What | Dave finds out his sister is here, chaos ensues.
When | First day of the Arena, later in the day.
Where | Probably around the village.
Warnings/Notes | Horrors of the Arena? Sibling angst??
Through everything that happened between now and god knows how long ago, Dave has barely had time to deal with Rose leaving. He'd barely had time to deal with her being there at all, there were levels they just didn't click on and things they could never agree on. He'd been glad to have her and protect her while she could, but the sense that she wasn't his Rose was as apparent as the fact that he wasn't the right Dave for her.
The weird vacancy he feels without Rose hadn't quite been filled by her, but it felt emptier when she was gone. It's like the glass half-empty that got knocked over. You were disappointed that you didn't have enough AJ and now you have none at all, good going chump.
Now, as he fully expected would happen, he's heard word that she's back. Back and different. He hates the way excitement flutters in him, he hates to be happy to see someone he misses more than he cares to admit. He hates that he can't hold back from trying to find her even if he knows it's something like a literal needles in a haystack case here. The dread of what the Capitol can do will set in later, for now he just needs to find her and catch her up on everything before someone else tries to embarrass her.
This Arena is proving beneficial, because the village seems to be something of a brief gathering points. It's as if most people have learned a sense of professionalism where the Arena is concerned. The first murders happen at Cornucopias, then people convene and go their separate ways so that the killing can progress through the coming weeks. He still has time before they all dissipate and finding her is impossible. He searches through the broken down houses of the village and around the outskirts of the castle, all 5'9 of him hidden under the heavy robes of a nun costume, shades and tufts of blond hair still apparent around his freckled face.
It's along this path that he comes across someone head to toe in wizard garb, and they definitely aren't Merlyn. He isn't close enough to see their face and his eyes thin behind his shades, his approach wary as he postures himself to be at least a little intimidating.
The eyes are what get him. He'd know those anywhere, even from a distance. He doesn't know if the familiarity is dawning on her, but he's hitching up his stupid, nun skirt and jogging toward her anyway. He hasn't said anything yet, he doesn't know what to say. He stops a few feet away from her and finally drops his skirt, raising a brow at her. Was she always this short? God, don't tell him she's from another timeline. He can't take it. It takes everything to swallow that train of thought and push forward with his best blank face.
"Sup?" Don't be a zombie.
What | Dave finds out his sister is here, chaos ensues.
When | First day of the Arena, later in the day.
Where | Probably around the village.
Warnings/Notes | Horrors of the Arena? Sibling angst??
Through everything that happened between now and god knows how long ago, Dave has barely had time to deal with Rose leaving. He'd barely had time to deal with her being there at all, there were levels they just didn't click on and things they could never agree on. He'd been glad to have her and protect her while she could, but the sense that she wasn't his Rose was as apparent as the fact that he wasn't the right Dave for her.
The weird vacancy he feels without Rose hadn't quite been filled by her, but it felt emptier when she was gone. It's like the glass half-empty that got knocked over. You were disappointed that you didn't have enough AJ and now you have none at all, good going chump.
Now, as he fully expected would happen, he's heard word that she's back. Back and different. He hates the way excitement flutters in him, he hates to be happy to see someone he misses more than he cares to admit. He hates that he can't hold back from trying to find her even if he knows it's something like a literal needles in a haystack case here. The dread of what the Capitol can do will set in later, for now he just needs to find her and catch her up on everything before someone else tries to embarrass her.
This Arena is proving beneficial, because the village seems to be something of a brief gathering points. It's as if most people have learned a sense of professionalism where the Arena is concerned. The first murders happen at Cornucopias, then people convene and go their separate ways so that the killing can progress through the coming weeks. He still has time before they all dissipate and finding her is impossible. He searches through the broken down houses of the village and around the outskirts of the castle, all 5'9 of him hidden under the heavy robes of a nun costume, shades and tufts of blond hair still apparent around his freckled face.
It's along this path that he comes across someone head to toe in wizard garb, and they definitely aren't Merlyn. He isn't close enough to see their face and his eyes thin behind his shades, his approach wary as he postures himself to be at least a little intimidating.
The eyes are what get him. He'd know those anywhere, even from a distance. He doesn't know if the familiarity is dawning on her, but he's hitching up his stupid, nun skirt and jogging toward her anyway. He hasn't said anything yet, he doesn't know what to say. He stops a few feet away from her and finally drops his skirt, raising a brow at her. Was she always this short? God, don't tell him she's from another timeline. He can't take it. It takes everything to swallow that train of thought and push forward with his best blank face.
"Sup?" Don't be a zombie.
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"It'll get tested here, trust me. We've had some characters. Literally. Derek fucking Zoolander. Ben. Stiller. It's almost a shame John isn't here." And he could kick himself for saying as much, but if the Capitol doesn't know that bringing John in would ruin his little life then they haven't been doing their research.
"Pretty typical cartoon villains. The dude has a grey streak in his hair and a curled mustache, he's tall and he looks crazy in the face. Irish. The woman is a redhead with one eye, she wears an eye patch and she has really big.." He gestures in front of himself before he stops himself and takes a moment to pause and move on. "Really big. Knives."
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"I'll keep an eye out," she says, tired but not in the physical way. She even lets him off the hook for the gesture.
"Is there anything else I need to know right now, or should we get a move on? I doubt we'll last if we stay holed up in a rotting shack the whole time."
She hates that she has to think about it like that. She'd like the chance to sit down and absorb it piece by piece. Sburb might have happened in a day, but the stakes were higher and there were guides everywhere pushing them along a path preordained by Paradox Space. And that's it, too--it was all one day, a very long one she's just come off the tail end of, and now she's here with yet more to figure out and worry about. She wishes there were somewhere she could register a support ticket to the equivalent of fuck this, I want to go home - whatever 'home' is, after the death of their universe.