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[showbizpanache]

Who| Kurt Hummel and YOU.
What| Blaine ran off to find Diana and Kurt woke up alone.
Where| the outskirts of Adventureland
When| TODAY.
Warnings/Notes| I'll add any if they pop up.



[Waking up is as frightening an experience as it had been finding himself in Panem in the first place. The crushing disappointment upon waking and realizing that, indeed, this isn't a nightmare is palpable--and so too is the sudden realization that Blaine is nowhere to be found.

It's late in the evening, and Kurt is alone and terrified. He considers hiding and waiting for Blaine to appear again, but that feels too much like waiting to die. So he gets up and stretches his legs a little, moving around while still staying close to the spot where he'd fallen asleep.

He's hyper-aware of every sound and movement around him, so a sudden nearby beeping has him jumping out of his skin. What looks like a small parachute is descending a few yards away, and he remembers what he was told about supplies-- Quickly he runs out to retrieve it, and is surprised to see his name on.

Inside is some food, and he realizes quite suddenly just how hungry he is. It takes a lot of willpower not to scarf it all down at once, and he sits as far away from the marsh as he can (it smells horrible) to eat some of it.

He's alone, scared and completely unarmed.]

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[hi_there_aliens]

Daniel had crawled up onto one of the balconies near the Jungle Cruise, and then found somewhere to cram himself in. There was no way that Tribute could follow him. Well, maybe not. Zombies couldn't climb, could they? He was pretty sure they didn't. That wasn't good enough in his opinion. 'Pretty sure' wasn't the same as '100% sure. And considering it might mean the difference between life and death here, it was hard to find 'pretty sure' good enough. No way, the Tribute had had a broken ankle. Which...ultimately hadn't stopped him from pursuing Daniel either, now had it? He dozed off, wondering if maybe the media had got it all wrong and hoping they hadn't. He hoped he didn't fall out in the meantime...

Daniel started awake, his heart making a good effort at jumping up out of his throat at the same time with just the expectation that followed; the last time he'd come to like this, he'd woken up to an honest to god, actual zombie trying to eat his foot. The thing had actually been shaking his foot and leg viciously, like a rabid dog. The only reason he even still had a foot was the leather boots.

Waking up once like that tended to put the fear of more in you, and fast. Daniel sat there, looking up at the sky. He listened. There were no booms of the canon, no holograms on the sky portraying the recent dead this time. It felt too quiet.

He couldn't stay up here. His best chances for survival were to keep moving. Daniel set about to climbing down from his perch. So far, so good, no zombie.

The archaeologist had just reached the ground when he heard the beeping. Curiously, Daniel crept over, then came around the corner suddenly. There was a tribute, holding a parachute and looking at the contents; food. So this was the some of the gifts the Sponsors could bestow.

Daniel's stomach complained, loudly, breaking the silence.

[showbizpanache]

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[The night is so silent that Kurt hears the growl clearly, and he gasps and flinches, stashing away his food. His first instinct is to run, but there really isn't anywhere to go-- There's a building behind him and marshlands in front.]

Who's there? [Probably not the best course of action in a life-or-death battle, Kurt. But he's scared. Really, really scared.] Blaine?

[hi_there_aliens]

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"Sorry, I'm not Blaine." Daniel stepped out from around the building's edge, so that the Tribute could get a good look rather than get startled by six feet of archaeologist suddenly appearing. The guy looked terrified, eyes darting as if he were eying the nearest escape route.

He held up his hands, showing that they were empty. "Daniel Jackson. I didn't mean to startle you. My stomach's just got other ideas, I guess."

[showbizpanache]

[He's still on edge, unable to trust anyone who isn't Blaine right away-- And it's ironic as hell that he's putting so much faith in his cheating ex-boyfriend right now. That doesn't slip past him.]

Where's Blaine?

[hi_there_aliens]

I have no idea who Blaine is. But I don't think I've seen him so far. [he points back where he came, and then up] I just came down from there, so maybe he went by while I was asleep.

[gruesome]

Some was trying to get a feel for the shape of the entire place. If this had been a town, someone had designed it in the windingest way possible. But he didn't think it had been. There were no homes, just these buildings that seemed to make no sense. He was climbing down off the roof of one, careful of the rotting thatch, when a handful of it gave way and he was making the short drop to the ground sooner and louder than he'd expected to, though he at least didn't embarrass himself with a yelp as he landed on all fours. One hand going to the pocket where he kept his knew knife, he looked around quickly, to see if anyone had seen.

[showbizpanache]

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[Kurt hadn't exactly seen so much as heard. The crashing sound had him jumping nearly a foot backward from where he'd been surveying the area, and he looked around wildly for something that could function as a weapon. He has no choice but the snap off the branch of a nearby tree and brandish it about as he creeps around to see what happened.

He expects to see a fallen tree, or maybe another Tribute. He expects (hopes) to see Blaine. Instead, he sees what could only be described as a monster.

Welp.

Cue the terrified shriek.]

[gruesome]

[Some whirled at the shriek, drawing the knife he'd been given. It felt ridiculously small in his hand, but it was the first gift he'd ever gotten from a sponsor, and worth keeping for that alone. Better than a sharp rock, at any rate. Or a dry branch.

But he didn't think the boy clutching the branch was any kind of thread. Hearts climbing down out of his throat, Some lowered his knife, straightening from his crouch to his full height. He shut his lower mouth, to try to look at least a little less threatening. He couldn't help that the crest of fur along the back of his skull was still standing up.]

Will- will you believe me if I say I'm not going to hurt you?

[He picked at the poofy sleeve of the tunic he wore, an indigo version of the one Kurt wore.]

I'm a tribute too.

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[Yeah no none of that is sinking in. Kurt looks like he's about to cry, slowly backing away from Some as he clutches the branch in some futile attempt at self-defense.]

You talk. You're a monster and you talk.

[Yep, he's starting to feel dizzy now. All of this--Panem, the arena, the bloodshed at the Cornucopia, everything--is finally taking its toll. He takes a few more steps back before his eyes roll back into his head and he promptly faints.]

[gruesome]

I'm not-

[Oh, too late, there he goes. Some stares for a long moment, upper mouth hanging open. It's not the first faint he's caused, though there haven't been many. But it's not something you ever get used to.

And then he looks up and down the space they're in, remembering to be vigilante. He dropped off the roof. Anyone else could have heard him too. Or anything. And this... this child because he looks so very young, is too vulnerable to leave.

Gingerly, Some approaches him, crouching low so he's not towering over the boy should he 'wake, and nudges him with a forefoot.]

Boy? Boy?

[But then there's a sound, a rattle of footsteps not too distant, and Some's out of time to be cautious and considerate. He scoops him up, four arms making it easy, and twists to prop him on his back, keeping the lower two wrapped around him as he darts for nearby shelter, the precarious-looking awning under the same roof he'd been atop. The shadows under it are black and deep. Perfect.]

[needsaprince]

Lottie was already alone in here. She couldn't find anyone she knew, and this place was too tight.

So her movements were small. Non-existent when possible. If she could just hide out. She wanted one of the ducks, and they were closer to the water. But when she smelled the food, the idea of ducks (possible raw duck) seemed less than appealing.

Maybe...maybe they could ally. Maybe...even though the idea was ridiculous, she was creeping forward thoughtless, her knife gripped tightly in one hand. The idea of hurting the other for the food hadn't even occurred, she just didn't want them hurting her, either.

When she was close enough to see it was a boy, close to her age and size, she relaxed just a little. Not too much. "Hello?"

[showbizpanache]

[Well this is new-- Not just the fact that this is the first girl he's met in the arena, but the fact that she looks, well, like a princess. A real princess. Or at least the costume looks very flattering on her.]

Hello? Oh! Oh, that's a knife.

[Typical Kurt, too caught up in looking at someone's clothes that he misses the fact that they're armed. Though to be fair, he can't really recall any time in his life in which he'd ever met someone who had been armed.]

[needsaprince]

"Oh!"

That's right, she had a knife.

"I don't aim to hurt you, darling. As long as you don't hurt me." She tried to smile, reassuring. But she wasn't ready quite yet to put her knife away. It was all she had.

[showbizpanache]

[He shakes his head firmly.]

I don't want to hurt anyone and I won't. So could you put that down, please?

[needsaprince]

She tucked it away. Not far-she wasn't being trusting this arena. It made her sad, but hopefully kept her alive.

"I'm Lottie."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

Atticus is also unarmed, and on the search for food and water. He's got a fairly safe hiding place in Fantasyland, but there's not much for supplies since he skipped out on the Cornucopia. He can tell that while he's in Fantasyland, he's got his wolfiness to protect him, but it seems like whenever he leaves, he loses that. The heat and the bubbling anger disappears pretty much as soon as he crosses the border, just as it had when he left the crevasse in the last arena.

Still, he needs water, and he knows he can find that in Adventureland, so he heads in that direction, trusting he can take off for Fantasyland if he meets anyone hostile.

He's trying to be stealthy, but that really isn't something they covered too extensively in his Boy Scout troop.

not sorry at all

[showbizpanache]

[Someone else is approaching, and Kurt's about ready to just vacate the premises entirely and go looking for Blaine himself. He tries to sneak around this new person, watching them carefully as he moves-- But then he catches sight of his face.

It's Blaine. He must have changed clothes for some reason, but that doesn't bother Kurt. He's far too relieved. He runs toward the other boy and can't help but throw his arms around him.]

Blaine! Oh thank god you're back, I was so scared...

:D

[kind_of_a_nerd]

Considering where they were, Atticus was understandably wary of someone basically tackling him, and he jumped back from the embrace, dropping into something like a defensive stance, both hands up to ward the other guy off.

"Whoa, hey. Totally not Blaine. Confusing, I know, but very much different."

While he did look remarkably similar to the other boy, his hair was longer and curlier, he had way more facial hair, and his eyes were a light amber, which got brighter after the shock of being jumped on like that.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt springs back as if burned, then looks over not-Blaine with a look of deep hurt on his face. Why the hell would Blaine do or say such a thing? Why would he cheat on me? is the thought that immediately follows, but he pushes it all away-- Because this isn't Blaine, he realizes. It can't be.

He looks older, he's got longer hair-- Huh. Kurt's expression goes from hurt and confused to just plan confused.]

How?

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"I don't know. Weirdness," is Atticus very eloquent explanation. "It was pretty crazy to me too when I first saw him."

Probably weirder than it is to this guy. But if this guy was looking for (and obviously friends with) Blaine, then maybe he wasn't going to turn into a zombie and try to eat Atticus?

"Um...you're friends with Blaine?"

[That Night. Kurt and Blaine]

[mediumdrip]

[Shortly after bringing Diana to Kurt, Blaine sponsor gifts had arrived. There was a sleeping bag and some water and food that he split between everyone.

Then it was night and he was freezing. With Diana there he didn't have to worry so much about watch, and let her take the first one. Then he and Kurt could be on their own for a bit. He offered to share the bag with Kurt, which meant they were pressed close together in a tight bag. It was so nice how easily his arms fit around Kurt's body.]


Are you comfortable enough? [He shifts a bit, trying to make sure he's not lying on Kurt's arm or anything.]

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt had given Blaine an earful when he'd returned, but his anger had been short-lived. More than anything he just feels exhausted-- Exhausted enough, in fact, to agree to sharing a sleeping bag with his ex-boyfriend. Awkwardness just isn't a concern right now, not with their lives on the line.

Well, that's what he told himself anyway.]

As comfortable as I can be squeezed into a sleeping bag on the ground. [His eyes are closed as he mumbles and determinedly ignores how natural it feels to be lying in Blaine's arms.] Don't get any ideas, by the way.

[mediumdrip]

I wasn't! [Except that he really mind have been...]

What day was it when you came here? What's the last thing from home you remember? [He knows he should let Kurt sleep, but he can't help but be curious.]

[showbizpanache]

Hm?

[Kurt had already started dozing off, but Blaine apparently wants to chat. He sighs a bit but gives in.]

Mm-- After Mr. Schue's botched wedding. [Suddenly he stiffens in Blaine's arms. Blaine's from earlier than he is, isn't he? So that means he doesn't know that they--]

[mediumdrip]

Oh right... And I'm from Christmas. [With everything that happened today, Blaine had forgotten they had talked about this before.]

What happened? Why was the wedding botched? [He's trying to pretend he doesn't notice the way that Kurt stiffened, thinking it has to be because Kurt is uncomfortable being close to him. He thinks changing the subject will relax him]