thearena | [OPEN] ► Week 3

WHO| Lindsey and OPEN
WHAT| Lindsey thought hiding in a crevice is a good idea to get out of the wind. Turns out it's a great idea. He's going to kill some people.
WHEN| 3rd Week
WHERE| Ice fields and crevice
WARNINGS/NOTES| Death, backstabbing, fighting, blood, gore. You know the drill.

A frozen wasteland. This arena had to be a freaking frozen wasteland. All the hard work that he put into learning those edible wild plants, as insisted by Eliot, was a waste of time when there wasn't even a leaf to be found anywhere.

He had hidden himself into the nooks and nannies, barely surviving, but who knew how much longer this could last. So when some hospitable sponsor gave him a rope, he decided to make good use of it by lowering himself into one of those large fissures in the ice, hoping that it would at least keep him out of the wind.

He made one of them his 'hideout' and spent the rest of the time trying to find hunt for anything. Birds for feathers, meat, eggs, even their stinky nests so he could get some things to burn. And, if he was lucky, he'll catch a tribute unaware too. Lindsey was damn determined to stay alive in this one.

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Lindsey jumped back when he heard the sudden voice speak back, nearly losing his footing and falling on the ice. He managed to regain it in the nick of time though and spun quickly around to point his small knife at the strange woman behind him.

Damn, he hadn't heard her coming up at all.

And his bird, it was trying to use the distraction to run away.

"Hell! Get back here!" Seeing the woman didn't look like she was going to attack him, he turned and tried to get at the bird again.

"If you're going to kill it, kill it. Don't torture it, Eliot!"

Parker is chastising him now, as Eliot's not that inept: particularly with falling.

Also, how is Eliot so surprised at her appearance? She randomly appears all the time!

Another one who mistaken him for Eliot. Lindsey will never cease to be amused by it although he was too distracted to be amused for long. Growling, he pounced the bird altogether, and amid a ruffle of feathers and squawking, he managed to wrangle the thing's neck and broke it with a snap.

After that, he brushed himself off and stood up to give the girl a glance.

"Easier said than done," he told her as he picked up the dead bird by the neck. "These birds don't stay down."

"You're better than that." Is that chastising? Yes it is.

"You're smarter than a bird."

She's smiling at the man, which, if he knew her, would translate too I'm so happy you're here.

Chastising won't work if Lindsey wasn't the right person to begin with. Lindsey gave the woman a strange look, especially when she started giving her that creepy smile.

Maybe he shouldn't keep leading her on after all.

"Also, you've got the wrong Spencer."

"What do you mean?" She tilts her head, confused.

“You're saying Eliot," Lindsey said a he stared at her now that he was standing still. "I'm not Eliot. He's my brother."

Parker continues to stare. She blinks, takes a quick breath, and blinks again. It's the only movement in her entire body.

Then she starts laughing. It's a knee-slapping type of laugh, complete with literal knee-slapping.

She takes a breath as though to speak, but only more laughter comes out.

It didn't take long before that laughing was grating on his nerves.

"What's so funny?" he demanded crossly as he turned to stare at her. Something was seriously wrong with this chick.

"No, you say Dammit, Parker," the idea of him saying that only makes her laugh more. Likely, she's the only tribute to ever laugh this much in an arena.

"Wrong Spencer? There's only one Eliot Spencer. World would go boooooooooooooom with more." It's likely she's paraphrasing something once said by a pretzel.

"Then good thing I'm not Eliot Spencer, isn't it?" Lindsey answered with a roll of his eyes. He didn't need to suspect anymore, he was certain this chick was bonkers.

"Parker, right? Like I said, wrong one. I'm Lindsey McDonald."

"Lindsey? What'd you do to Hardison to make him give you a girl's name?"

Yes, she said that.

"And you said wrong Spencer. McDonalds isn't a Spencer. It's a cheeseburger.

Lindsey's scowl was worthy of something produced by Eliot's face as he glared at this annoying blonde, Parker.

"Get it straight, Parker. I don't know you, I don't know this Hardison, and McDonald is a strong respectable name." He tilted his head back arrogantly, the effect imaged by how bundled up he was. "I want nothing to do with the other Spencers, that's why."

This has gone on long enough and Parker's earlier good humour has vanished. Eliot doesn't do this to her, so she thinks, for all his (though she's unaware) teasing about government conspiracies.

"Eliot, you're not funny."

"Maybe because I'm not Eliot!" Hell, where did Eliot meet up with this crazy chick. He didn't seem to recall seeing her in the tribute list before.

Turning, he picked up his dead bird and started to head back towards where he was hiding out. When he discovered the woman was following him, he stopped and stared back at her. "Why are you following me? I'm not Eliot."

Parker blinks, and tilts her head. She looks as much like a broken birds as the one she thinks is Eliot, is carrying.

"Eliot, stop it"

He waved the bird at her in a motion to tell her to go away. "I'm not, how many times do I have to say it, I'm not Eliot. He's my twin brother. My name's Lindsey... we don't even look that alike anymore!"

The problem with seeing Lindsey first is that even in Parker's somewhat twisted logic, the idea that there's another person with Eliot Spencer's face would not be one of the potential theories.

Abducted by aliens and changing his memory? Totally. Eliot having a twin brother and the world not imploding? No.

Instead of responding, Parker's going to look genuinely hurt, genuinely rejected, but she's not going to follow him anymore.

Lindsey and his twin was going to have long talks after he got out of here. Maybe figure out how to keep people from mistaking him for the other, or why did Eliot know all the strange ones.

Satisfied that she wasn't following him, she gave him the nerves, Lindsey moved with his bird back to his safety corner inside a crevice.

[OPEN] ► Week 3 | On the Ice

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