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thearena2013-02-01 12:35 pm
itwasrhetorical) wrote in thearena2013-02-01 12:35 pm
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Which witch is which? [OPEN]
WHO| Glinda and open
WHAT| Glinda figures out that the crevices are her friends.
WHEN| Third Week
WHERE| Crevices.
WARNINGS/NOTES| None yet, will update as needed.
She had decided to try to make it on her own. Christopher and Draco where both back in the Capitol now and she couldn't help but be paranoid that she was going to end up dead if she kept stumbling into other people's shelters and begging to stay for the night. It also didn't make for very entertaining watching. She had to show she was cunning on her own.
Glinda had been headed back to the Cornucopia to see if she could scavenge any cans left behind to sooth her rumbling stomach. But she hadn't been paying attention to her footing, so hungry was she, only to find herself falling with a small scream. The blonde landed hard onto the ice below her. It took her a good few moments to gather herself and scrape herself off the floor. Glinda ended up pulling off her back, arrows and bow and setting them to the side as she curled in on herself tightly, finding herself wishing that she had something to warm her.
The witch let out a squeal of surprise when a small orb of fire appeared in front of her. Her magic! She could use her magic in this arena. The grin on her face could have split her face with how large it was. Soon enough she was sitting inside her bubble with a relatively comfortable campsite around her and dozing, content with the thought that if someone approached she would be able to sense them now before they even got near her bubble.
WHAT| Glinda figures out that the crevices are her friends.
WHEN| Third Week
WHERE| Crevices.
WARNINGS/NOTES| None yet, will update as needed.
She had decided to try to make it on her own. Christopher and Draco where both back in the Capitol now and she couldn't help but be paranoid that she was going to end up dead if she kept stumbling into other people's shelters and begging to stay for the night. It also didn't make for very entertaining watching. She had to show she was cunning on her own.
Glinda had been headed back to the Cornucopia to see if she could scavenge any cans left behind to sooth her rumbling stomach. But she hadn't been paying attention to her footing, so hungry was she, only to find herself falling with a small scream. The blonde landed hard onto the ice below her. It took her a good few moments to gather herself and scrape herself off the floor. Glinda ended up pulling off her back, arrows and bow and setting them to the side as she curled in on herself tightly, finding herself wishing that she had something to warm her.
The witch let out a squeal of surprise when a small orb of fire appeared in front of her. Her magic! She could use her magic in this arena. The grin on her face could have split her face with how large it was. Soon enough she was sitting inside her bubble with a relatively comfortable campsite around her and dozing, content with the thought that if someone approached she would be able to sense them now before they even got near her bubble.
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Upon hearing the scream, Parker changed course. This has nothing to do with help, and everything to do with perhaps being able to steal something useful.
Then the atmosphere showed what must be a mirage: heat waves. Unless --
Parker peeks one eye over the edge before pulling back.
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It seemed at the bottom of the crevice that a Victorian ladies parlor room had been carved out of the ice. An ice chair stood to one side and a fine grandfather clock sat in the side of the the ice. In the centre sat a roaring campfire.
It's occupant was happily sleeping in her bubble atop one of the frozen chaise lounges, blissfully unaware to anyone watching her and content in the knowledge that her arrows, bow and pack were in a bubble of their own.
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What else is one supposed to do with bubbles besides pop them? She wants the arrows, or a chance to take over this nice little hidey-hole
After the first is throw, comes a second and third, in quick succession. All are at the bow and arrows.
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Glinda stirred slightly in her bubble before sighing and curling her arm around herself.
The third however, sent a shiver through the bubble and as suddenly as if it had been a soap bubble it popped and left the bow and arrows free.
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The other bubbles don't matter, as she jumps down. It would be almost impossible for even the show's technology to pick up the sound. She's not wanted in 9 different countries because she's a terrible thief.
Picking up the bow and arrows, but will avoid the other bubble.
She wants a chance to go through the pack.