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thearena2013-06-27 01:36 am
amoral_savior) wrote in thearena2013-06-27 01:36 am
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Candy Arena
Who| Topher [OPEN]
What| Topher gets a gift and then gets sick
Where| Arena 1 | Candycane Lane
When| Middle of Week One
Warnings/Notes| Gross physical reaction to the candy
He'd made it through the chaos of the Cornucopia by a miracle or more accurately the grace of the Gamemakers. As Tributes fell around him Topher made the rash decision to race for one of the precious few bags of supplies. The gods must have been smiling because he'd also managed a bow with arrow and two short swords that were actually more sturdy and lethal than they looked. Perfect. He knew better this time and he sure as hell wasn't going walk up to death again.
The supplies had come in handy for dealing with the annoying sunshine and happiness of the whole place, but there was a noticeable lack of food and water and after a few days Topher's body was starting to protest this new diet.
Hungry and fully tempted to head back towards that chocolate river, Topher trekked on towards the small houses that stood out like a bad omen in a fairytale. He hoped others would head towards the giant pink horror of a castle looking for high ground. Personally Topher was hoping some nice gingerbread family had left their dinner on the table when evicted by the Capitol.
Once he reached the first house he cautiously peered around keeping an eye and ear out for his fellow Tributes. So far his luck was holding up, but only in that he was alone, as for the food, well... He leaned against one of the houses and grabbed a random flower made of some sugary paste that he hoped wouldn't kill him and bit into it. Two hours later he was really regretting that decision as he vomited for the third time. Being as there was nothing actually left in his stomach he simply dry heaved and downed another antacid.
Great. Calico was right, he sucked at this. Here it was the first week and he was going to die of dehydration.
Or not.
A silver gift from the sky landed next to his face. Tiredly he opened it and wanted to cry at the sight of food and water. The note said it was from Timaeus. Topher opened one of the waters and forced himself not to down it all in one go.
"I swear Timaeus you are a god among men." Sweet, cool water slid down his throat and into his empty stomach. Amazingly the nausea seemed to let up. Things were looking back up!
And then he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps.
What| Topher gets a gift and then gets sick
Where| Arena 1 | Candycane Lane
When| Middle of Week One
Warnings/Notes| Gross physical reaction to the candy
He'd made it through the chaos of the Cornucopia by a miracle or more accurately the grace of the Gamemakers. As Tributes fell around him Topher made the rash decision to race for one of the precious few bags of supplies. The gods must have been smiling because he'd also managed a bow with arrow and two short swords that were actually more sturdy and lethal than they looked. Perfect. He knew better this time and he sure as hell wasn't going walk up to death again.
The supplies had come in handy for dealing with the annoying sunshine and happiness of the whole place, but there was a noticeable lack of food and water and after a few days Topher's body was starting to protest this new diet.
Hungry and fully tempted to head back towards that chocolate river, Topher trekked on towards the small houses that stood out like a bad omen in a fairytale. He hoped others would head towards the giant pink horror of a castle looking for high ground. Personally Topher was hoping some nice gingerbread family had left their dinner on the table when evicted by the Capitol.
Once he reached the first house he cautiously peered around keeping an eye and ear out for his fellow Tributes. So far his luck was holding up, but only in that he was alone, as for the food, well... He leaned against one of the houses and grabbed a random flower made of some sugary paste that he hoped wouldn't kill him and bit into it. Two hours later he was really regretting that decision as he vomited for the third time. Being as there was nothing actually left in his stomach he simply dry heaved and downed another antacid.
Great. Calico was right, he sucked at this. Here it was the first week and he was going to die of dehydration.
Or not.
A silver gift from the sky landed next to his face. Tiredly he opened it and wanted to cry at the sight of food and water. The note said it was from Timaeus. Topher opened one of the waters and forced himself not to down it all in one go.
"I swear Timaeus you are a god among men." Sweet, cool water slid down his throat and into his empty stomach. Amazingly the nausea seemed to let up. Things were looking back up!
And then he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps.