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Ryl ([personal profile] jadaryl) wrote in [community profile] thearena2012-05-28 10:45 am

Supply... Closet?! (open)

WHO| Eliot, Momoko, Ariadne, and whoever they run into on the supply run
WHAT| Supply run to the Cornucopia
WHEN| Shortly after the bloodbath
WHERE| J15
WARNING/NOTES| Possible violence

Eliot looked out the doorway at the Cornucopia as the cannon sounded. He frowned slightly. The area around the Cornucopia was finally empty except for the bodies of the dead. Supplies still littered the ground, including most of the bags. Only four dead and most of the supplies left behind? Something wasn't right. He couldn't see in the deeper craters from his angle. If he'd been at the Cornucopia longer, he would have used that to his advantage.

He had noticed while waiting for the gong to sound that there were no weapons, just supplies. His chair leg would do for now but, at some point, he needed something better. A memory flashed through his mind. His mentor hadn't been able to tell him much, be he had said that if he stepped off the pedestal early, it would explode. If he could open it somehow, he might be able to get the explosive out. And there were 24 platforms. That decided it. He had to take the risk.

Eliot looked around the room. The chair leg was sturdy enough, but he had to pry the platforms out of the ground or open them, he'd need something equally strong but much thinner. He smiled to himself as he saw a piece of metal playing on the window sill. He walked over and pocketed it.

He turned to the two girls. "You two can stay here if you want," he said. "I need to go back now that everyone's gone. We need more supplies than this."
buildingreality: (drawing the maze)

[personal profile] buildingreality 2012-05-30 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Glancing back to make sure that she wasn't just going it alone, she realises that she does indeed have a weapon more than just herself. Arming herself with the can Eliot gave her, she made absolute sure to keep her eyes ahead of them, always scanning the immediate area.

It's a bit of a trek, but she can see the Cornucopia looming up ahead.

"How do we want to approach it?"
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[personal profile] buildingreality 2012-05-31 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"All right," she replies, listening carefully all the while. She hasn't seen anyone do anything with the explosives beneath the platforms short of in the videos she'd managed to get ahold of from the previous Games; it could be an interesting strategy. It would certainly create a fortress of sorts for them if they did it right. "Sounds like as good an idea as any."
cowardfacinghappiness: Momoko looking to the side, confused and thoughtful. (Hmmm.)

[personal profile] cowardfacinghappiness 2012-05-31 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Momoko just nods along with the plan. Food and weapons, it all sounds good to her, and if Eliot is being truthful about his criminal life he probably does know how to work with explosives, she figures. As the Cornucopia draws closer she eyes the spread with suspicious hope. "Do you see anything?" she asks the two much taller people.
buildingreality: (frowning in thought)

[personal profile] buildingreality 2012-06-02 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She purses her mouth into a tight sort of line, frowning disapprovingly around them. It's disconcerting that they're alone; this early on, there should be someone. Or maybe no one else thought of this.

But she doubts that.
cowardfacinghappiness: Momoko looking bewildered and scared. (Um.)

[personal profile] cowardfacinghappiness 2012-06-03 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Momoko leans to the side, trying to scan what parts of the area she could see. There wasn't any sign of anyone aside from the dead, though she wasn't experienced enough to tell if the marks on the ground were from the earlier bloodbath or something more recent they'd missed, hiding out in that building. Now she was regretting leaving her perch at the window.

She couldn't see anything except the possible hiding spots, crumbling walls and pits and so on, and it was starting to make her skin crawl. "Do we just...take it then?" she ventures finally, quietly.