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thearena2015-11-06 09:43 pm
shiftingurbulls) wrote in thearena2015-11-06 09:43 pm
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[open] Card Castles in the Sky
Who| Ellis and Open
What| Week 5 and 6 catch-all
Where| Various locations
When| Weeks 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| Typical Arena violence and discussions of isolation and death
I - Week 5
A. The Forest and Near the River Banks
Playing it safe has paid off quite well for Ellis and he's still in relative good health physically, he had experiences in being a survivor after all. But with every passing day, the loneliness began to creep into his mind. He's never made it this far and finding more evidence of dead Tributes than living was disheartening. He didn't want to endure this one all by himself, he wanted to be with his friends...
Hell, the last time the mechanic saw a friendly face, it was over a week ago, with Daryl and his group before he wandered off to look for bigger animals and help out. Ellis was...lost, and not just in the directional sense.
"God help me if I start hearin' voices," he murmured to himself before he chuckled, "I'm talkin' t' myself, Jesus H. Christ." And by God, it seemed like his was the only human voice that bounced around the forest. He'd love to be proven wrong at this rate.
B. Lindblum and the Mountains
In any other situation, Ellis would have found the mountains and the castle a fun new goal to explore. Now? Now it seemed to echo with his own lack of partners...Nick was death and he was pretty sure someone else died in the warpath. Slowly but steadily, he made his way to the last remaining castle, hoping to Rick's group or what was left of it.
Hope Chuck an' Derek are watchin' this, an' Miss Anna...hope Aang's still okay, all thoughts that run through the man's mind as he stepped inside the massive structure.
"Hello? Olly-olly oxen free?" he called out before sticking his head into the archway...and a knife in his hand. Desperate times.
II - Week 6
A. The Dead District
The dead air should not be this familiar for Ellis, keyword here: should. He knew it of course, New Orleans made sure of that. There's no real horror left in the young man as he wandered around the rubble, just a weathered eye for supplies and survivors. He wanted this to end already, to get back to the Capitol and get back into Nick's arms...he had to keep fighting.
"I either go back with a Crown or a consolation pat on the back, it's my choice now," he whispered as he opened a new door he hadn't explored before. He waved at the ever present camera but no smile graced his lips, he's merely checking in.
B. The Bunker
The last time he was here, Ellis managed to find one of the native children and ensured that she would at least keep her arm for the duration of the Arena. Deneira had disappeared a while back...along with all the other children. He figured that there was a chance that one or two Tributes still hid inside this hellhole and they needed help. Maybe they were hostile or driven mad? Then he would have no choice to defend himself...he's seen what those masks can do and he has nothing but his wits and a hard head.
"Step out...I ain't gonna hurtcha, if y'don't hurt me," Like an insane person will heed that. Either way, he tried! Besides, it's not like this hell hole is any better or safer.
What| Week 5 and 6 catch-all
Where| Various locations
When| Weeks 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| Typical Arena violence and discussions of isolation and death
I - Week 5
A. The Forest and Near the River Banks
Playing it safe has paid off quite well for Ellis and he's still in relative good health physically, he had experiences in being a survivor after all. But with every passing day, the loneliness began to creep into his mind. He's never made it this far and finding more evidence of dead Tributes than living was disheartening. He didn't want to endure this one all by himself, he wanted to be with his friends...
Hell, the last time the mechanic saw a friendly face, it was over a week ago, with Daryl and his group before he wandered off to look for bigger animals and help out. Ellis was...lost, and not just in the directional sense.
"God help me if I start hearin' voices," he murmured to himself before he chuckled, "I'm talkin' t' myself, Jesus H. Christ." And by God, it seemed like his was the only human voice that bounced around the forest. He'd love to be proven wrong at this rate.
B. Lindblum and the Mountains
In any other situation, Ellis would have found the mountains and the castle a fun new goal to explore. Now? Now it seemed to echo with his own lack of partners...Nick was death and he was pretty sure someone else died in the warpath. Slowly but steadily, he made his way to the last remaining castle, hoping to Rick's group or what was left of it.
Hope Chuck an' Derek are watchin' this, an' Miss Anna...hope Aang's still okay, all thoughts that run through the man's mind as he stepped inside the massive structure.
"Hello? Olly-olly oxen free?" he called out before sticking his head into the archway...and a knife in his hand. Desperate times.
II - Week 6
A. The Dead District
The dead air should not be this familiar for Ellis, keyword here: should. He knew it of course, New Orleans made sure of that. There's no real horror left in the young man as he wandered around the rubble, just a weathered eye for supplies and survivors. He wanted this to end already, to get back to the Capitol and get back into Nick's arms...he had to keep fighting.
"I either go back with a Crown or a consolation pat on the back, it's my choice now," he whispered as he opened a new door he hadn't explored before. He waved at the ever present camera but no smile graced his lips, he's merely checking in.
B. The Bunker
The last time he was here, Ellis managed to find one of the native children and ensured that she would at least keep her arm for the duration of the Arena. Deneira had disappeared a while back...along with all the other children. He figured that there was a chance that one or two Tributes still hid inside this hellhole and they needed help. Maybe they were hostile or driven mad? Then he would have no choice to defend himself...he's seen what those masks can do and he has nothing but his wits and a hard head.
"Step out...I ain't gonna hurtcha, if y'don't hurt me," Like an insane person will heed that. Either way, he tried! Besides, it's not like this hell hole is any better or safer.