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thearena2015-06-04 08:27 pm
inrestlessdreams) wrote in thearena2015-06-04 08:27 pm
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[open] My Voice Can You Hear It?
Who| James Sunderland and open!
What| Week 1 and 2 Catchall, as Sunderland makes his way to the Castle
Where| The Field, the Village, The Forest and then the Castle
When| Weeks 1 and 2
Warnings/Notes| Spoilers to SH2
[a. Week 1 - field]
James may not have the survival skills of other Tributes but he does know what to do after the blood spilled: run. Run away as fast he can and into the fog. There was a certain intimacy to the miasma, one that reminded the clerk of where he came from and how he managed to last as long as he did in the town of quiet spirits. But this time around, there was no monsters or the underlying judgment of the haunted soil. These were living, breathing, thinking people and all were in the frenzy to get their supplies and rack a kill. How could anyone do this!?
Either way, James ditched the jester hat, and hell, even the ridiculous outfit, leaving him only with his pants and undershirt. Bright colors only attracted an attack and if he's headed into the fields or the forests, the last thing he needs is attention.
"Mary," he whispered into the radio, clasped onto his hips, "If you're there...don't move."
Was James telling himself this as a way to comfort himself? Or to feed the delusions?
[b. Week 1 - Forest]
The last time James had gone into a forest, it was right before meeting Angela, and this foray wasn't that much different from then. To hide within the trees was familiar, but attempting to hunt an animal with just rocks was difficult to say the least. The whispers of the strange ones, the murmuring woods didn't unnerve him, but he was damn sure he was being followed or something.
[c. Week 2- The Village and Castle]
By the second week, James deemed it safe enough to venture back into civilization. There wasn't much left but he could make due with everything he could find. Maybe even break off a table leg as a weapon, he had experience with these sorts of things and losing his plank to Kieren was...unfortunate.
Well, at least there's something to look forward For all the time, Sunderland kept an eye on the Arena's centerpiece: the Castle itself. There was fire, a hearth he could enjoy and keep safe as long as the castle holds out. He feels confident enough to make the trek, and cross the obstacle course that was the moat and entrance.
Whether or not he actually succeeded was up in the air.
What| Week 1 and 2 Catchall, as Sunderland makes his way to the Castle
Where| The Field, the Village, The Forest and then the Castle
When| Weeks 1 and 2
Warnings/Notes| Spoilers to SH2
[a. Week 1 - field]
James may not have the survival skills of other Tributes but he does know what to do after the blood spilled: run. Run away as fast he can and into the fog. There was a certain intimacy to the miasma, one that reminded the clerk of where he came from and how he managed to last as long as he did in the town of quiet spirits. But this time around, there was no monsters or the underlying judgment of the haunted soil. These were living, breathing, thinking people and all were in the frenzy to get their supplies and rack a kill. How could anyone do this!?
Either way, James ditched the jester hat, and hell, even the ridiculous outfit, leaving him only with his pants and undershirt. Bright colors only attracted an attack and if he's headed into the fields or the forests, the last thing he needs is attention.
"Mary," he whispered into the radio, clasped onto his hips, "If you're there...don't move."
Was James telling himself this as a way to comfort himself? Or to feed the delusions?
[b. Week 1 - Forest]
The last time James had gone into a forest, it was right before meeting Angela, and this foray wasn't that much different from then. To hide within the trees was familiar, but attempting to hunt an animal with just rocks was difficult to say the least. The whispers of the strange ones, the murmuring woods didn't unnerve him, but he was damn sure he was being followed or something.
[c. Week 2- The Village and Castle]
By the second week, James deemed it safe enough to venture back into civilization. There wasn't much left but he could make due with everything he could find. Maybe even break off a table leg as a weapon, he had experience with these sorts of things and losing his plank to Kieren was...unfortunate.
Well, at least there's something to look forward For all the time, Sunderland kept an eye on the Arena's centerpiece: the Castle itself. There was fire, a hearth he could enjoy and keep safe as long as the castle holds out. He feels confident enough to make the trek, and cross the obstacle course that was the moat and entrance.
Whether or not he actually succeeded was up in the air.
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"...Thank you." He thought. "Take care of yourself, ser."
He watched him for a few moments longer, until James had disappeared between the trees, then he turned himself, back toward his trap. Eyeing the gnarled branches him warily.
James was a strange man, but that didn't mean was necessarily wrong about the trees.
He'd finish as quickly as he could.