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thearena2013-03-28 03:10 pm
battlesleep) wrote in thearena2013-03-28 03:10 pm
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[open] marching on, it's one foot then the other
WHO| Thane and OPEN.
WHAT| Thane's just been tossed into murder island and he is not very pleased with it.
WHEN| Week 2.
WHERE| Cornucopia, Fantasyland.
WARNINGS/NOTES| Starting with the basic possibility for arena violence / attempted murder, nothing specific yet but will update as needed.
The explanation given to him had been far more than simply unsatisfactory. He had considered fighting back, attempting to get out, but when he'd reached for his biotics they were not there and without them there were too many to successfully come up with a plan for in the short space of time he had before suddenly he was being put into what he had been told was the arena. Given longer than five minutes, perhaps, but he had not been.
It was a moot point. He was in the arena now, a place where apparently he must be on his guard against everyone else. He would not kill for these people. He had taken no contract and his arm was still Shepard's, no matter where she was (and where was she, where was this place and what was happening?). But if he was an adequate representation of the people in this arena, it was only going to get more dangerous the longer he lingered in one place. He must move, and now.
There were buildings close by. Perhaps they would provide adequate shelter and if he was lucky supplies. He would go as quietly as possible through them, remain out of sight and quiet. And once he found shelter he could sit and think, consider what was going on and how he could get out.
WHAT| Thane's just been tossed into murder island and he is not very pleased with it.
WHEN| Week 2.
WHERE| Cornucopia, Fantasyland.
WARNINGS/NOTES| Starting with the basic possibility for arena violence / attempted murder, nothing specific yet but will update as needed.
The explanation given to him had been far more than simply unsatisfactory. He had considered fighting back, attempting to get out, but when he'd reached for his biotics they were not there and without them there were too many to successfully come up with a plan for in the short space of time he had before suddenly he was being put into what he had been told was the arena. Given longer than five minutes, perhaps, but he had not been.
It was a moot point. He was in the arena now, a place where apparently he must be on his guard against everyone else. He would not kill for these people. He had taken no contract and his arm was still Shepard's, no matter where she was (and where was she, where was this place and what was happening?). But if he was an adequate representation of the people in this arena, it was only going to get more dangerous the longer he lingered in one place. He must move, and now.
There were buildings close by. Perhaps they would provide adequate shelter and if he was lucky supplies. He would go as quietly as possible through them, remain out of sight and quiet. And once he found shelter he could sit and think, consider what was going on and how he could get out.
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"Twelve. How old are you?"
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She was defiant. That was a good sign, though only good in comparison to options he would rather not consider. "Can you fight?"
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The answering questions with questions thing was either a survival strategy or just flat-out tweenage BS. Even Little Rock wasn't that sure. Whatever the case, it was time to stand back up now. It just took a little shoving of crap from around her away to get back on stable ground. Good thing she hadn't landed on that snow globe, nothing like a sliced open hand to help with the situation...
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It was brisk and straightforward, no shock or confusion at the question. If she felt a need to ask it, clearly there were people here with no qualms about the lives of children. He had suspected as much, but the confirmation was still worth having. "Why have you been chosen for this place?"
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A couple weeks- maybe? it wasn't like she had a calendar- in and already talking like that. Still, it was better to sound at least a little in the know. Even if she couldn't prove even half the stuff people told her was real. Really, for a lot of it she had to wait to find out if it was true. Like the dying thing, that she wasn't looking forward to figuring out. But if what everyone said was right, only one person got to see the end. And now there were talking monsters getting picked. Things were starting to look a little grim.
She gave a tiny shrug, trying to push those kinds of thoughts aside. So long as she stayed the cute and harmless underdog, maybe she'd be that one.
"They don't really give reasons. For anything."
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She had not answered his question, but he thought he could extrapolate enough out from her small response and simply from how she moved. There was a way people moved when they'd received training such as his, and he was fairly certain she did not have it. Something else, perhaps, but not extensive.
And they'd thrown her in here, like so much meat to dogs. He'd expect this from Reapers, not people.
"How long have you been here?"
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It was a gamble- a calculated one, but whatever- she knew, but Little Rock thought she knew this game. So a concerned adult. One that wasn't going to try and off her. So, while talking, she got back to the real, important, reason she was here. Clothes.
"A day, week, year, who cares? It's the same stupid thing. Go, fight, die. I hate Disney."
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"This place is Disney?" Standing up slowly, because a lack of mobility does not seem like a good move in this place. "What are you looking for?"
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She really didn't want to rip apart stuffed toys and wear them like a fur coat, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. Anything was better than the dress.
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There was a short pause, and then he pulled off the cape they'd given him and held it out to her. "There is this."
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"Yeah. You're gonna want that. And I don't do owing people. Even in Disney. Which is where we are, space guy."
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"There's no real info. Just that we're all majorly screwed."
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"It is still worth having. My thanks."