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thearena2013-03-28 10:44 pm
petitgamin) wrote in thearena2013-03-28 10:44 pm
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[Open] Little People Know When Little People Fight
WHO| Gavroche and OPEN.
WHAT| Gavroche's
WHEN| Late Week 1/Early Week 2.
WHERE| Tomorrowland
WARNINGS/NOTES| Nothing as yet but general warnings for possible arena violence, etc.
Gavroche had been thinking about it. He'd decided. He didn't much like this game. It was too violent an' the way he lived, well, he'd already seen a lot of violence over food, aen't no reason to be turning it into a game for people to play. He'd just ran at the start, kicking himself now for not checking out that big horn thing in the middle but he saw the fightin' that was goin' on over it an' he weren't gonna get involved in that, no way. So he'd ran, fast as his legs could take him.
He ended up in this place that weren't like nothing he'd ever seen before, not wi' his eyes. Big long metal things curved through the space, and Gavroche traced them with his eyes. He weren't sure this were the safest place to stay. Then he saw 'em. Big juicy round fruit, growin' right there on the trees. He'd grabbed some and bitten into it. It was sweet, tangy, the skin harder than any he'd tried. He clinmbed up the metal, broken down into bridge pieces, an' found himself a nice little cart thing to hold up it.
It weren't much, but it'd do.
WHAT| Gavroche's
WHEN| Late Week 1/Early Week 2.
WHERE| Tomorrowland
WARNINGS/NOTES| Nothing as yet but general warnings for possible arena violence, etc.
Gavroche had been thinking about it. He'd decided. He didn't much like this game. It was too violent an' the way he lived, well, he'd already seen a lot of violence over food, aen't no reason to be turning it into a game for people to play. He'd just ran at the start, kicking himself now for not checking out that big horn thing in the middle but he saw the fightin' that was goin' on over it an' he weren't gonna get involved in that, no way. So he'd ran, fast as his legs could take him.
He ended up in this place that weren't like nothing he'd ever seen before, not wi' his eyes. Big long metal things curved through the space, and Gavroche traced them with his eyes. He weren't sure this were the safest place to stay. Then he saw 'em. Big juicy round fruit, growin' right there on the trees. He'd grabbed some and bitten into it. It was sweet, tangy, the skin harder than any he'd tried. He clinmbed up the metal, broken down into bridge pieces, an' found himself a nice little cart thing to hold up it.
It weren't much, but it'd do.
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She moved closer and planted a hand on his head mussing his hair. "That the thing kiddo. It's all a big cruel joke sometimes. Life is. And it's not fair. Which is why we play dirty. We lie, cheat, steal and betray people just for a few more seconds in the sun. A few more bites of food. And we try to pretend that if we do these things, we'll be in on the joke."
She grinned ruefully. "But it doesn't do us any good to be sad about it. So you might as well laugh! Show the world that you're not scared! That you're not gonna go down without a fight. Make everyone see that the joke's on them too!"
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"You're a smart kid. Smarter then most brats." Scanning the area for any potential trouble she turned her attention back to him.
"A moving target is harder to hit. And you're a pretty small target too. So long as you keep your head you might not get it ripped off."
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