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thearena2013-06-24 06:52 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thearena2013-06-24 06:52 pm
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To what smooth place at the end of the line...
Who| Wyatt and Max
What| The honeymoon's over...
Where| Arena 2, somewhere in Desperation Basin
When| A day or two after waking up in the desert.
Warnings| Some violence, some arguing, so possibly some language? More warnings will be added if necessary.
Wyatt hadn't expected to wake up in the Capitol. He hadn't expected to wake up at all. So opening his eyes to a zap of racing fire in his arm and to the bright white sun burning down on him was something of a surprise.
More surprising still when he got a good look at the place.
Now his clothes made more sense.
This arena he understood.
It was home. Or close enough anyways.
Water he knew would be his first priority, already sweat was beading up along his hairline, but with no means of transportation but his own two feet, he wasn't about to go wandering off into the mid-day sun. He'd wait for evening, when things cooled, but before it got full dark to go looking.
Except night never came. The day stretched on, the sun beating down and eventually he had no choice. His mouth as dry as the sand around him, he set out, heading north with his hat pulled down low and the collar of his coat turned up against his neck.
High ground, he figured, was as good a bet as any.
What| The honeymoon's over...
Where| Arena 2, somewhere in Desperation Basin
When| A day or two after waking up in the desert.
Warnings| Some violence, some arguing, so possibly some language? More warnings will be added if necessary.
Wyatt hadn't expected to wake up in the Capitol. He hadn't expected to wake up at all. So opening his eyes to a zap of racing fire in his arm and to the bright white sun burning down on him was something of a surprise.
More surprising still when he got a good look at the place.
Now his clothes made more sense.
This arena he understood.
It was home. Or close enough anyways.
Water he knew would be his first priority, already sweat was beading up along his hairline, but with no means of transportation but his own two feet, he wasn't about to go wandering off into the mid-day sun. He'd wait for evening, when things cooled, but before it got full dark to go looking.
Except night never came. The day stretched on, the sun beating down and eventually he had no choice. His mouth as dry as the sand around him, he set out, heading north with his hat pulled down low and the collar of his coat turned up against his neck.
High ground, he figured, was as good a bet as any.