It had all rather been a blur, from the moment he'd awoken in that plastic tube to now. He had not expected to be thrust into the arena mere moments after having been presented before the Gamemakers. He'd thought he'd have time. Time to learn more about this strange world and, hopefully, time to find a way back to his own. Things hadn't quite panned out the way he'd hoped, safe to say.

The first thing he's aware of as his Launch Plate meets the arena is the heat. It seems to press in around him, as if it's filled the entire arena and simply has nowhere else to go. The beginning of the countdown resonates in his ears as his eyes sweep the battlegrounds. A city in ruins. It would be a difficult place to survive without twenty-four other tributes all fighting to the death.

He finds the Cornucopia, and confusion sets in. Where are the weapons? He doesn't see any weapons. Why would they provide weapons for you to show off your weaponry skills before the Gamemakers with and then provide you with none? Fighting to quell his rising irritation, he reasons that they could, perhaps, be within those bags.

The countdown is winding to a close and he takes an opportunity to glance over the tributes he will be up against, taking in what few important details he can before the gong sounds the beginning of the games.

The scientist takes off without a second's hesitation for the Cornucopia sitting there within the twisted remains of the amusement park.

[Interactions welcome, but Grey survives the Cornucopia.]