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thearena2015-11-04 07:53 pm
homicidium) wrote in thearena2015-11-04 07:53 pm
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Crow Jane, don't you hold you head high
Who| Wednesday Addams and everyone~~
What| Arena catchall
Where| Weeks 1-3 in the Addams Mansion, then inward toward the bunker
Warnings/Notes| Wednesday warning, also she is open to kill the hell out of you if you want. Also will update for Week 7!
I. Wednesday’s leg is a mess. After making off with only a tent, she’d gotten to the dustbowl only to get caught on an open bear trap in the strange, abandoned carnival. But she’s not a quitter, and she wrapped the wound with the fabric of the useless tent.
It took a whole day of limping, but she finally stumbled on home.
Well, she knew it wasn’t really home, that this recreation lacks whatever essence it is that really makes a house feel like one belongs there, but it’s good enough for an Arena. The secret passages are all there, and so are many of the weapons and toys that they keep at home. Wednesday knows enough to take a home field advantage when she has one, and so she takes possession of the house that does, after all, rightfully belong to her in the absence of her family.
II. The Arena is shrinking. She figured it out after the second round of bombs made the Arena seem to close up, when things started feeling more claustrophobic. But she clings to her house until the explosions start coming down in the city.
Her leg has healed slightly, helped along by food and medicine Jason’s been sending, and she’s able to start heading toward the center of the Arena, slowly but surely. She doesn’t know exactly what’s there, but she knows it’s probably safer than being where the bombs keep coming down.
III. Wednesday chose the bunker over the wasteland; it just seemed less likely to let a missile come flying at her. She’s been hiding in small spaces, stealing supplies where she can, always ready with the knife Jason sent her. But now she stands in front of the televisions, looking unimpressed, as clips of My Little Pony and pink cupcakes flicker by. Everything she sees is happy and cheerful and colorful, and often musical.
She hates it.
What| Arena catchall
Where| Weeks 1-3 in the Addams Mansion, then inward toward the bunker
Warnings/Notes| Wednesday warning, also she is open to kill the hell out of you if you want. Also will update for Week 7!
I. Wednesday’s leg is a mess. After making off with only a tent, she’d gotten to the dustbowl only to get caught on an open bear trap in the strange, abandoned carnival. But she’s not a quitter, and she wrapped the wound with the fabric of the useless tent.
It took a whole day of limping, but she finally stumbled on home.
Well, she knew it wasn’t really home, that this recreation lacks whatever essence it is that really makes a house feel like one belongs there, but it’s good enough for an Arena. The secret passages are all there, and so are many of the weapons and toys that they keep at home. Wednesday knows enough to take a home field advantage when she has one, and so she takes possession of the house that does, after all, rightfully belong to her in the absence of her family.
II. The Arena is shrinking. She figured it out after the second round of bombs made the Arena seem to close up, when things started feeling more claustrophobic. But she clings to her house until the explosions start coming down in the city.
Her leg has healed slightly, helped along by food and medicine Jason’s been sending, and she’s able to start heading toward the center of the Arena, slowly but surely. She doesn’t know exactly what’s there, but she knows it’s probably safer than being where the bombs keep coming down.
III. Wednesday chose the bunker over the wasteland; it just seemed less likely to let a missile come flying at her. She’s been hiding in small spaces, stealing supplies where she can, always ready with the knife Jason sent her. But now she stands in front of the televisions, looking unimpressed, as clips of My Little Pony and pink cupcakes flicker by. Everything she sees is happy and cheerful and colorful, and often musical.
She hates it.
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Before anything else, he closes the door behind him. If anything else comes down from the roof to meet him, it'll have to alert him by opening that door. Next, to see what he can make of the inside of this place. If there are any stairs he'll head toward them, and if not he'll take the clearest path to the largest neighboring room. "My own castle used defenses like that, too," he calls out as he moves, looking carefully all about him. "Didn't do us much good, either."