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Everything crumbles

Who| Don and Harley
What| You know how they say it takes one bad day for a man to snap? Well, that day has come for one of these two...
Where| Arena 2, by the mountain, and next to a grate. Later, the Cornucopia.
When| The first "evening" of Arena 7.2. Before the actual official Gamemaker evening happens.
Warnings| There is a psychotic break within this post. It will likely not be pretty.

Three hours later, and no sign of a Cornucopia.

Don was beginning to think that the mountain was likely not the place to find that, though thankfully, he didn't have to worry about throttling snakes for their blood just yet. A Sponsor's sent him food, and water, and a sleeping bag; he could definitely use those later.

But for now, it was time to stop. Take a rest. Beckoning to Harley, he sat on a rock, near a cactus pile.

He spotted the strange grate several feet from where his feet were, as he opened up his water.

"Huh."

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Don didn't respond to the song. He just let Harley sing; his main objective was the find the Cornucopia. Find it, get supplies. Weapons. If he was going to do what he had to do, he would need more than two pocket knives.

"Keep your eyes open."

"Wide and peeled boss turtle!" She declared opening her eyes in an exaggeratedly wide way and then blinking a few times so her vision could focus.

"I think maybe I saw a glint of something over there." She pointed into the darkness. "Don't stab me if I'm wrong though."

Don stopped, almost at the same time she spoke. He saw the strange glint, as well, which seemed odd, all things considered. Especially with the sudden, incoming darkness. But a few more seconds of looking, adjusting, and there was no mistake.

It was the Cornucopia.

"Looks like we found it. Be on the lookout for anyone coming."

"Dibs on any mallets we find!" She declared cheerful launching forward in eager excited joy at the possibility of loot.

It wasn't far to go for the athletic duo, Harley flipped back her hood and began plucking items out of the dirt.

"No backpacks." She reported. "But look at all this stuff!"

"And no one in sight."

That was fine. They could stock up without worry.

"You take the left if I take the right. And...if there're mallets, you get them."

He'd just spotted the scythe.

Harley dug around in her suit for a moment producing the parachute that had brought them their tribute gifts and spread it out on the ground where she began to pile up whatever loot she found. She was particularly greedy about food and by the time she packed up she was wielding a pair of machetes.

"Check me out, I'm a regular cut up." She declared proudly stuffing the items into her suit once more. Her eyes narrowed as something caught her eyes in the darkness.

"Be back in a minute Donnie!" She went skipping off to investigate leaving Donnie alone with his thoughts and the loot.

R was far away, stumbling in the wrong direction of the Cornucopia. His clothes were still smelling faintly of ash from Joan Watson's bonfire, one of his eyebrows half-singed off (he hadn't noticed. Don't give him a mirror - sun and general exposure murdered his skin, badly). Now he was wandering around trying to look and listen and smell for anything that sounded vaguely food-like, anything at all because at this point he wasn't picky.

It took him awhile to hear the sound of skipping against the sand. R's head wobbled on his neck as he tried to look up, muscles creaking.

"Rggh?"

"Hey hey! It's the undead Romeo!" Harley cheered skidding to a stop in the dirt and sizing him up from out of arms reach. "Yeesh...you ain't looking too good. I'd say Medium Rare."

She may have forgiven him for the last arena, but she wasn't gonna get TOO close to him this time. Even if she had helped him before.

"Medium rare"? That was almost a compliment at this point. R turned at the voice with a little jerk and fixed on...whatever that was in front of him. It talked human, it even smelled human - even made his corpse struggle to produce more of that stinking tar it called body fluids. R stared greedily at Harley and whatever was left of that outfit of hers (exactly the kind of costume his Escort would've sniffed, offended, and turned up her nose at Harley's abomination).

"Ggh...Not...Rro..."

R gave up trying to correct her after a few seconds of moaning and groaning and even wheezing. At this point, even that single letter he had for a name was sliding in and out of his reach. R raised his arms and began lurching toward her, trying to speed up and follow that voice to her jugular. Sorry, Harley, you sound and smell just that good. Happy, even. He liked happy. It went down easier.

"Huh? What's the matter tall pale and decomposing? Cat got your tongue? Or did it fall out?" She took a few steps back nimbly watching him, studying him with a sharp eye.

Then they snapped wide open as it hit her. "Wait wait wait wait, I know that look. That's your hungry face! That's how you looked last time you made a meal of me!" She pointed accusingly and then for good measure hopped back a few more feet.

Slowly the gears in her head started to turn. She could off him now...she had the gear for it. But maybe...just maybe there was a better idea.

"Am I right?" She called waiting so he could shuffle closer but legs bent so he would never get close enough. "You feeling the pangs of hunger big bow? Want a little prime cut Harley burger?"

The look R gave her was the closest thing to "what the hell" as a zombie could get. Did he want a bite out of her? Was she kidding? Of course he did! R's face twisted into a look of longing, the hunger making him lurch forward a step and then another toward her. (Harley had him pegged - he totally had on his hungry face).

"Hun...gry," R said, trying to sound agreeable and not like what he really was: a desperate, starving dead boy.

He approached again and this time made a clumsy swipe at her, the attack so telegraphed anyone could see it coming from a mile away.

Harley cackled gleefully skipping out of his reach once more.

"Well you gotta try harder then that! I happen to know where ALL the yummy tributes are gonna be headed. Think you can keep up scruffy?"

She trotted a little further and waited for him, always keeping just out of reach. Hopefully Donnie would be ready to go by the time she got R to the Cornucopia.

[OOC: Since he first gets there with Aunamee/Wyatt, so he'd have to get sidetracked or they could get attacked by a mutt?]

R made another lunge for Harley, still convinced in his dead little brain he could grab a piece of that and she wasn't toying with him. Look, he was trying, okay? R thought he was doing pretty good even finding another Tribute out here, even if he got an eye sore just looking at that outfit of hers. That scent coming from her was too good to pass up.

His mouth couldn't water today - R was fresh out of black drool - the zombie instead going for a starved snarl as his shuffling sped up.

Unfortunately his speed-shuffle today was painfully slow, even for him.

"You'll have to do better then thaaaaat~" Harley teased and took off at a light jog so he would get the idea of which direction to keep shuffling in.

As she came back to the cornucopia she could only barely make out his shadowy figure in the distance. "Hey Donnie! Donnie! Better get going. The walking dead is on his way here and I think the fans would love watching him fall upon so hapless dopes looking for loot."

Don was silent for a moment as he finally finished strapping his gear on. Walking dead. R. Personally, he'd have preferred simply ending that life, that undead, in between life even worse than the lives of most of the Tributes. And he likely would have ignored Harley's request on the matter, had he not heard a strange rattle sound coming from the back end of the Cornucopia's shell.

"Let's go," he said, internally annoyed at his lost chance.

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I'm going to have R not quite make it to the Cornucopia, okay?

No worries~ Thanks for playing along :)

Re: No worries~ Thanks for playing along :)