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thearena2013-03-29 11:47 pm
dieinpajamas) wrote in thearena2013-03-29 11:47 pm
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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.
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.