Eddie did his best to keep his cool when they injected the tracking device when he arrived. He's suspicious of the second, and isn't too keen on the needle, either, which is totally a priority when being taken to a death match. But, he's well-behaved, fairly quiet, alert. Anything that happens could be important to know.
They put him in a tacky jacket made out of plaid flannel, and a clashing tie, none of it green, straight out of an old game show by way of cheap fabric. He's doing his best to ignore that, too. Nervous? Sure. This is some intense stuff, and he's determined to make the best show of it that he can. He needs to get himself some room to act, though. There are too many people in too small an area, and that is exactly not where he wants to be.
When he goes up on the pillar, he raises his arm to shield his eyes, trying to get a good look at his new candy surroundings as quick as he can, and he sees the abundance of prizes. That has "early elimination round" written all over it. He'll run away, go for a good spot, bank on being able to improvise and pick supplies off the lucky survivors. He can anticipate all sorts of spectacular trouble to raise with this bizarre setup. So much potentially useful giant, garish candy scenery! So many annoying little animals!
But there's that stinging in his arm. He attributes it to the needle itself, but once the countdown's up and he's off running away from the cornucopia, he can tell something is wrong. He is not a sturdy guy, but he should be able to run, damnit. This is So. Not. Fair. He did not do anything wrong, here.
He doesn't make it anywhere near as far as he'd hoped, before the poison fixes it that he can't make it any further. He only manages to sink to his knees and then fall over, near inadequate cover. Not fair.
poisoned!
They put him in a tacky jacket made out of plaid flannel, and a clashing tie, none of it green, straight out of an old game show by way of cheap fabric. He's doing his best to ignore that, too. Nervous? Sure. This is some intense stuff, and he's determined to make the best show of it that he can. He needs to get himself some room to act, though. There are too many people in too small an area, and that is exactly not where he wants to be.
When he goes up on the pillar, he raises his arm to shield his eyes, trying to get a good look at his new candy surroundings as quick as he can, and he sees the abundance of prizes. That has "early elimination round" written all over it. He'll run away, go for a good spot, bank on being able to improvise and pick supplies off the lucky survivors. He can anticipate all sorts of spectacular trouble to raise with this bizarre setup. So much potentially useful giant, garish candy scenery! So many annoying little animals!
But there's that stinging in his arm. He attributes it to the needle itself, but once the countdown's up and he's off running away from the cornucopia, he can tell something is wrong. He is not a sturdy guy, but he should be able to run, damnit. This is So. Not. Fair. He did not do anything wrong, here.
He doesn't make it anywhere near as far as he'd hoped, before the poison fixes it that he can't make it any further. He only manages to sink to his knees and then fall over, near inadequate cover. Not fair.