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thearena2015-07-01 06:57 pm
voiceinthephone) wrote in thearena2015-07-01 06:57 pm
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[open] London Bridge is broken down
Who| Phillip Gray and Open
What| Week 5 & 6 Catchall with a closed prompt for Firo
Where| All over the Arena
When| Weeks 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| FNAF details, Closed prompt contains death by rats,
I- Week 5
A. The Church
It didn't matter that the Capitol stripped the building of any religious connotations, for the ragged Phone Guy, it was still a place that held something special. There was signs of a struggle here but it didn't matter to the Tribute as he settled down on a pew and rested. Food was becoming scarce, and with each passing day, the rats were increasingly aggressive towards anyone who got too close to their scraps. The sudden illness knocked the wind right out of Phillip's lungs, he'd never experienced anything like it…was it just the tributes who were afflicted?
He was all too aware that the Arena was whittling down but as desperate as things turned, Phil had no intention of fighting or killing without provocation. For all intents and purposes, he knew he was on borrowed time, that should the Capitol be bored of him, they could send him back into his gaudy-colored, deranged death. Killing anyone for the sake of winning wouldn't serve any other purpose than to get extra sponsors and break him. Linden knew about his stance on that aspect of the Games, that he would never stoop so low as to be like the serial killer. I'd rather die…self-defense was a whole other story. Gray found himself debating these ideas in a place that, in any other world, would have ended with lightning striking him.
"I miss you Vee…"he whispered into the empty room, not knowing if that someone on the other side of the camera. Whatever idea the Capitol had of Phillip Gray ever letting go of the District Five tribute, it was wrong. He figured he could say something like that in a church, right? "A lot." He whispered three words and allowed himself to rest, one ear open for intruders.
B. The Forest
The Arena's forest bore no resemblance to the clearings Phillip played Pirate when he was a child: there wasn't a hint of the comfortable breeze, only the eerie crackle of branches in the wind. There were signs of blood, of bodies dragged around and away. This was plain survival and the Phone Guy kept it that way. He had to keep his mind busy as he laid down a simple trap for a rabbit to take. He couldn't deny the smile when he caught a frog the other day, and of coursed he named it Kermit before it ended its' life.
Anyone in his reach will get one look before he decides if friend or foe…and react accordingly.
II - Week 6
A. Village Outskirts
How long has it been since Phil saw another Tribute? The lack of activity should have been unnerving, and at times, it was, but this is when Phone Guy thrived the best. So many months have passed but old instincts died hard and it's in the silence of the Village that he becomes aware of the hazards, the environment, everything. Being stuck in that security room for five years, his hearing was fine-tuned to listen for any steps that were not his own, for someone else's breathing. This was the last raid he could make, he had to make it count as he broke pot after pot.
B. Closed to Firo - Castle
It was the howling of the wolves that prompted Phillip to abandon the forest for the time being, he'd made it this far and overgrown dogs weren't going to kill him now. The castle, even with the damage inflicted by that witch girl still seemed sturdy enough to hide from the ravenous beasts. Gray made it a point to avoid the castle as much as he could, the experience in the Catacombs, even if it was just the entrance, left one hell of an impression on him. Too much like the back rooms at Freddy's, dungeon cells replacing the steel drums that held the dismembered limbs that…But times were harsh, and there was only so many threats he could face before he called it in.
"Hello…hello?" he greeted into the walls, hoping an ally would answer.
What| Week 5 & 6 Catchall with a closed prompt for Firo
Where| All over the Arena
When| Weeks 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| FNAF details, Closed prompt contains death by rats,
I- Week 5
A. The Church
It didn't matter that the Capitol stripped the building of any religious connotations, for the ragged Phone Guy, it was still a place that held something special. There was signs of a struggle here but it didn't matter to the Tribute as he settled down on a pew and rested. Food was becoming scarce, and with each passing day, the rats were increasingly aggressive towards anyone who got too close to their scraps. The sudden illness knocked the wind right out of Phillip's lungs, he'd never experienced anything like it…was it just the tributes who were afflicted?
He was all too aware that the Arena was whittling down but as desperate as things turned, Phil had no intention of fighting or killing without provocation. For all intents and purposes, he knew he was on borrowed time, that should the Capitol be bored of him, they could send him back into his gaudy-colored, deranged death. Killing anyone for the sake of winning wouldn't serve any other purpose than to get extra sponsors and break him. Linden knew about his stance on that aspect of the Games, that he would never stoop so low as to be like the serial killer. I'd rather die…self-defense was a whole other story. Gray found himself debating these ideas in a place that, in any other world, would have ended with lightning striking him.
"I miss you Vee…"he whispered into the empty room, not knowing if that someone on the other side of the camera. Whatever idea the Capitol had of Phillip Gray ever letting go of the District Five tribute, it was wrong. He figured he could say something like that in a church, right? "A lot." He whispered three words and allowed himself to rest, one ear open for intruders.
B. The Forest
The Arena's forest bore no resemblance to the clearings Phillip played Pirate when he was a child: there wasn't a hint of the comfortable breeze, only the eerie crackle of branches in the wind. There were signs of blood, of bodies dragged around and away. This was plain survival and the Phone Guy kept it that way. He had to keep his mind busy as he laid down a simple trap for a rabbit to take. He couldn't deny the smile when he caught a frog the other day, and of coursed he named it Kermit before it ended its' life.
Anyone in his reach will get one look before he decides if friend or foe…and react accordingly.
II - Week 6
A. Village Outskirts
How long has it been since Phil saw another Tribute? The lack of activity should have been unnerving, and at times, it was, but this is when Phone Guy thrived the best. So many months have passed but old instincts died hard and it's in the silence of the Village that he becomes aware of the hazards, the environment, everything. Being stuck in that security room for five years, his hearing was fine-tuned to listen for any steps that were not his own, for someone else's breathing. This was the last raid he could make, he had to make it count as he broke pot after pot.
B. Closed to Firo - Castle
It was the howling of the wolves that prompted Phillip to abandon the forest for the time being, he'd made it this far and overgrown dogs weren't going to kill him now. The castle, even with the damage inflicted by that witch girl still seemed sturdy enough to hide from the ravenous beasts. Gray made it a point to avoid the castle as much as he could, the experience in the Catacombs, even if it was just the entrance, left one hell of an impression on him. Too much like the back rooms at Freddy's, dungeon cells replacing the steel drums that held the dismembered limbs that…But times were harsh, and there was only so many threats he could face before he called it in.
"Hello…hello?" he greeted into the walls, hoping an ally would answer.
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Aang slides between the pews. It doesn't look like it, but it's a defense. The bigger man would have trouble running at Aang through the narrow path between the pews, and Aang would have an easy time jumping over them like a monkey and running out the door. The man putting away his knife is comforting, but Aang will be cautious nonetheless. "Not that I saw, but they're around." He can feel them. He doesn't have to see them to feel the vibrations in the ground when they move. "What about you? Are you okay, Phil?"
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The mall, the arcade, the base, the snow, and now the castle. It's been eleven months, now. He'll be turning one hundred and fourteen soon enough, and as far as his body is concerned, he's still twelve. There's something profoundly wrong with that.
There's something profoundly wrong with all of this, but he's known that since the start. "What about you?"
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"Have you met a girl named Clementine? My mentor told me to find her and keep her safe. What's she like?"
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At the question about Clementine, Aang looked up sharply at the man. "Yeah... she's my, uh, she's my girlfriend." His fake girlfriend who he just holds hands with for Sponsors, but hey, they're still close, fake relationship or no. The admittance makes his face flush, but he's still a little concerned about a stranger asking about Clementine. "She's cool. And she's tough."
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This and if she needed to kill him to get the Crown, Phil wouldn't give her a fight. Okay, that part he added but he knows Lockhearst is aware that Phone Guy will not lift a hand against a child.
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But Aang has a sinking feeling she already died in this arena. She'll be back in the Capitol, though. (Hopefully.)
"People treat her well. They treat me well, too. Usually. Most of the Tributes don't want to hurt kids."
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"You two, you've been through the ringer, isn't there any way you can ask to be excluded? I think the word was petition?"
There had to be options to spare as many Tributes as possible.
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"We could, but then what would we do?" Aang grimaces, crossing his arms over his chest. "We wouldn't be allowed to stay in the Tribute Center, but we'd still have to go to school. We wouldn't have anywhere to live or anything to eat and we wouldn't have the time to get jobs."
They would survive the arenas only to be allowed to starve.
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"So...there really isn't any safety net for the younger Tributes is there..."
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Besides, kids like Aang and Clementine would feel weird with an adult taking care of them completely. They're used to taking care of themselves, and someone else doing it can chafe somewhat even if it feels kind of nice at the same time.
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It's always heartening to hear people praise his guidance, but at the same time it could be overwhelming for reasons this man couldn't know. Aang leans against the edge of a pew, but despite his posture, he's getting ready to leave and check back in with his group. "Be careful. Things get rougher the further we go in the arena."
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