thearena | [OPEN] ► Week 1

WHO| Lindsey McDonald [OPEN]
WHAT| Time to explore Disneyland!
WHEN| First week
WHERE| Around the Eastern areas, eventually circling back to Fantasyland. (Main Street, Tomorrowland, Toon Town, Fantasyland)
WARNINGS/NOTES| Violence and Disney bashing? D:

First time ever visiting Disneyland and it had to be post nuclear apocalypse with everything broken and askew. This was the most messed up Disneyland vacation ever.

Lindsey fled east after the Cornucopia and it wasn't long before he entered the area of futuristic buildings. Unsurprisingly, he also seemed to be separated from anyone he knew. Still, the first order of things was to find himself a weapon and check over his bag. Looking around, he eventually came upon the wreckage of a large monorail train.

"Welcome to the happiest place on earth," he muttered. He hefted a large metal bar that looked it like might have once been the stage support and was satisfied that it was a good weight for swinging. "Now just have to find myself some faery dust."

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"Two doesn't quite add up to 'all' kinds," Lindsey pointed out, still amused enough to not attempt a swing at Daniel's head like the 'type' of Tribute he sometimes might be.

"But nice to meet you too. Don't think we've met before, so what District are you?"

With how many people dropping in all the time, Lindsey couldn't keep track of them all.

"You know what I meant. I'd be here all day if I listed all kinds," Daniel wanted to sigh. He hoped he didn't get the difficult, pain in the butt kind of tribute; Daniel was all for questioning, not taking what someone said at face value, but they didn't have time to pick everything apart just now. For all he knew, they had Tributes converging on them. The kill-first type.

"District 10; but I came from Earth - Colorado." After Gaila and some of the other Tributes present he might as well be specific. Not everyone here was human. "I was wondering if you had five minutes."

"I have I have much more than five," Lindsey smirked and gave the other man a weighing look. He also tapped lightly on his metal bar as reminder of its presence.

"District 5. Guess you can say I hail from L.A." He arched a brow at the Colorado guy. "So, tick tick, what did you want five minutes for?" He could tell that the man wasn't going to attack him. If Lindsey still knew how to judge people, though he could be wrong, this guy looked more of the dodgy survivor type than a confrontational style.

Daniel's eyes strayed to the metal bar, just the tiniest bit uneasily. He'd been hoping he'd gotten somewhere with the Tribute, but it seemed he didn't trust him too much, if at all. That, or it was a reminder to make it quick. That wasn't helping.

He shifted from one foot to another, glad he was out of striking range for the moment. At least if he took a first swing. Daniel watched Lindsey's face carefully as he finally spoke, wondering how he'd take what he had to say. "There may be another way to end the Games. Without all the killing, I mean."

That was an interesting proposal. "Oh? And what is that? I'm not joining hands and singing Kumbaya."

Lindsey smirked a bit, wondering if Daniel also remembered that he was being watched by the millions of people in Panem, including those guys who made the Games and frankly, thrived on the violence. Knowing how big powerful dictators worked, he wouldn't want to be in Daniel's shoes if the guy was about to announce to those people's faces that he wanted to not play by their rules.

It would be nice if Punchy could get his interference plan going a lot faster, but since he hadn't heard any music drowning the Capitol's ears out, Daniel was going to go with no, he hadn't yet. Peachy.

"I don't know if anyone could take your singing if you did.," Daniel shrugged. Too bad Lindsey probably wouldn't let him in as close as Punchy had; there probably wasn't any chance of writing on his hand, where the cameras couldn't see, what he had in mind. Anyway chances were that the Capitol would start to get suspicious if they saw him grabbing every Tribute's hands he could. Daniel hoped that Lindsey was a little quicker on the uptake than Punchy was, at least. There was only so clear he could make this without spelling it out.

Here's to hoping Lindsey got the message. "Unless you somehow manage to get everyone to sit down, get yourself a captive audience. Then I guess you'd win."

It might have worked. If Daniel hadn't insulted Lindsey's singing first.

"I sing fine," he shot back, instantly taking offense to the implication that his singing would turn people away. Subsequently, any hidden message afterwards was missed for the red that Lindsey saw. In fact, it caused him to lift that hefty metal bar up and prop it onto his shoulder.

"Ain't a singing contest, don't see how that'd help me win." Perhaps Daniel should reconsider his hints.

Oh geez. And he thought Punchy was trouble. Daniel thought that maybe they were onto something here but it looked like he'd gone and offended Lindsey. There was a time and place to take things at face value, and even so, singing abilities? Come on, this wasn't the appropriate time even if it was called into question. Still, the way Lindsey hefted that bar wasn't exactly friendly.

Lindsey, if anything, felt surprising strongly about his singing. However that was.

He held up a hand. Wait, don't start swinging yet. "It's not about singing-singing, per se," Daniel said quickly. "It's about the sitting down part. Do you get me?"

Indeed Lindsey took his singing seriously, especially when he was killed back in his home world because his singing had apparently revealed him to be sub-par. Well, it was a very long story, but, in short, he felt offended.

But lucky for Daniel, Lindsey gave him the chance to try and explain himself before he smashed his head in.

His eyebrows raised when he realized that the guy was trying to pass him along some sort of message. He was horrible at it though for Lindsey just looked and stared at him, confusion and shaking his head in that yes, he got that he was trying to say something but he got none of the message said.

"I'm sorry? You're going to have to be clearer."

Daniel tried to ignore that considering look Lindsey was giving him, the kind that likely said that he was having second thoughts about whether he should take that swing or not. Daniel tensed.

Oh please, tell him this wasn't like Punchy. He wasn't sure he could take another round of trying to get his plans to him under the Capitol's eyes and ears; especially since Punchy not only had an aversion to thinking before he spoke, he had an aversion to doing it front of those very cameras. Daniel's smile was small and terse. He glanced off to the side, then towards the sky, as if trying to search for those cameras. The air was also very quiet; Punchy had not gotten his part of the plan - deafen Capitol ears - online yet. "I can't say it any more clearly right now. It's not the right time. If you have anything to write with, I'd be happy to spell it out that way."

The hand that wasn't holding onto the metal bar was used to spread out in a simple gesture of open and emptiness. Did Daniel really expect Lindsey to have something to write on or with? They scarcely had food, where would they get items of luxury such as that?

"Doubt you'll ever find the right time," Lindsey pointed out although it indicated he at least figured out what Daniel was so wary of.

"But sure. Meet me again outside of this place and maybe we'll talk."

[OPEN] ► Week 1 | East Side

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