[open]

[gluteus]

Who| Maximus and OPEN
What| Around the arena
Where| all over disneyland
When| various times over the week 2 and 3
Warnings/Notes| see ooc note if you're planning on tagging in, please!


His ear had become infected.

Not a horrible infection, but a nagging, itchy one - and he felt a deep and sudden longing for his friend Juba and his maggots. He couldn't observe it closely and he decided he didn't want to - there was nothing he could do about it save tear strips from his cape for new bandages every day, and wrap the bright orange fabric around his head.

And hunt.



[ooc note: because i'm trying to catch up and do a lot of things at once, i'm willing to do seperate intros for each thread that people want to have with me. So if you want to tag in, pm me with details of what you'd like and I'll write up another intro for you! that way i can keep everything straight in my head and know where he's meeting up with people and when. c:]

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[gluteus]

Maximus hesitated - only slightly. The idea of going inside the mountain was one that on some unconscious level bothered him, even if it was not really a mountain. The gauls buried their kings in giant hills, filling them with treasure.

Such places were tombs, not forts. But he nodded anyway, helping Wyatt to gather his supplies.

"Very well. I will not turn down your offer of hospitality."

[the_marshal]

There was no gold in Wyatt's mountain. No treasures one might be tempted to scoop up and tuck in their pocket.

There were tripwire attached to dangerously loose minecars, or to sharps pieces of metal hanging off the ceiling. There were trinkets that could cause an unholy racket when brushed against. Piles of loose stone that could cause a tribute to trip and give away their position.

It was as much a fortress as a pair of simple tributes could manage. And, once he'd guided Max through the labyrinth, it was home, with a small fire pit, rumbled beds, and a few stray apple-cores, left over from that morning's breakfast.

Howard was nowhere in sight, but maybe that was for the best. Might be easier if the boy came up on them rather than the other way 'round.

"Not much," he said with a small sigh. "But it gets the job done." He looked back at Max. "Make yerself at home."

[gluteus]

Maximus was impressed, and did not bother to hide it - glancing around the camp with interest. They had been hard at work, indeed.

"More than I've made," Maximus said. In truth, his survival tactic until now had been to never stay more than one night in one place. "Your ally...?"

[the_marshal]

Wyatt laid the cat down next to the fire pit and dropped his bag on the nearest makeshift bed, glancing around as he did so.

"Out, by the looks'a things. Might be for the best-" he smiled gently at Max, all affection for the boy, "-he's a might... suspicious when meetin' new people."

[gluteus]

Max set his pickaxe down by the fire and then slowly sat before it.

"Could you blame him, in this place?" He asked, glancing up with a raised eyebrow. The Arena did not breed trust in any man.

[the_marshal]

Wyatt crossed to a small stash of supplies and started picking through it, digging out some of the antiseptic and bandages that had come after Howard had been injured.

"He's had a rough time of it." He turned back and held out the little bottle and white cloth out to Max. "And doesn't have much faith in any man for it. Whatever their intentions."

There were still times, in the darkest parts of the night when Howard would come up from the nightmares and he would look around... would stare at Wyatt as if he hadn't expected him to be there. It stung a bit, but he understood it, and was doin' his best to make it right.