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[dieinpajamas]

Who| Alpha and Merlin
What| Alpha and Merlin meet and it is truly magical.
Where| Near Fantasyland, then soon in Fantasyland
When| A couple days after the Cornucopia.
Warnings/Notes| All the usual Alpha warnings, all the usual Arena warnings, otherwise none so far.

His utter failure at the Cornucopia had not put Alpha in the best of moods, and he'd grown quickly tired of the decrepit park, not to mention the outfit. He doesn't have a set camp just yet, had found a relatively safe spot to catch an hour here and there, but he's busy scoping out the area, tracking down certain specific Tributes so he knows where to start looking if he wants something from them, or possibly just wants to put on a show.

He's also keeping an eye out for the unfamiliar Tributes, already deciding to take those out when he sees them to keep from too many unknown variables developing into actual threats. So when he spotted the young man, looking barely of out his teens, with the dark hair and big ears, he didn't stop or hesitate, just continued towards him, raising a hand in a cheerful wave. The other, behind his back, gripped a rock, his weapon of choice until he finds something sharp and useful or receives the same from a Sponsor.

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[thelastdragonlord]

Merlin blinked at the blond man, confused. A lot of reactions could be expected from people in a situation like this. Anger, despair, grim desperation- that was what you expected. Maybe some hopeful optimism from upbeat individuals, at best. The atmosphere of the arena and the general condition of the place didn't really lend itself to making a person look so...happy. Besides, someone just walking up and greeting him? That was something he hadn't seen yet.

Still, there didn't seem to be any way for him to avoid this Tribute, seeing how he was looking right at him. Uncertainly, Merlin raised a hand and hesitantly waved back. "Um, hello?"

[dieinpajamas]

"Hello!" Alpha kept walking forward, letting his hand drop and, once he was close enough, stopped and held that hand out to shake. "How's it going?" Many of the other Tributes were not only incredibly inexperienced fighters, but absurdly trusting of the other people dropped into the Arena considering they were there for the express of murdering each other. He was curious to see if this new one would willing allow Alpha a grip on his hand.

[thelastdragonlord]

Merlin started to reach out to take the proffered hand before a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like a certain dollophead started yelling about getting within striking distance of a strange man in the middle of a life-or-death tournament was a monumentally idiotic idea. Instead, he nervously scratched the back of his head.

"Right, so, can I help you with something?"

[dieinpajamas]

So, not a complete fool then. Maybe this encounter would turn out mildly interesting after all.

"Maybe, maybe not," Alpha said, adopting a sheepish tone. "I'm not doing great so far, kind of struggling on the supplies end of things right now. I was wondering if you had something, anything to spare? I don't have much to trade..." He trailed off, taking a chance that this was another bleeding heart willing to reveal his hiding place or at least hand over a few handy supplies before Alpha bashed his head in.

And if not, Alpha would just have to bash his head in ahead of schedule.