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thearena2013-06-29 07:37 pm
Open, Death
What| A chance to chat with Sherlock before he gets himself horribly murdered. Threads already planned will get small set ups below.
Where| candy arena
When| week one
Warnings/Notes| horrible grisly murder and death. sherlock being a prat. the usual.
For Howard and Open:
John's package never came.
Sherlock's mood worsened. He didn't sleep, though he pretended to, and he didn't eat, even after he received food and water from Timaeus. He and Howard set up camp in the mountains and both of them acted like cats - sometimes there, sometimes not, though they checked every so often.
Sherlock had to admit to himself that John was probably dead. If he had made it back to the capitol, there was no way that he wouldn't have sent a package - and the Capitol definitely wasn't holding back packages, or he would never have received one from Timaeus. He was completely furious, though he kept his rage bottled up and blazing behind his eyes. But he'd promised John he'd win. So he would.
For Stephanie:
Night finally fell. Finally. Sherlock had lost track of approximating the time, even knowing that if he had, it would have been impossible. The mind was want to play tricks as it was. By the time night fell, however, he was too restless to sleep, even though the bags were starting to appear under his eyes.
So once he was sure Howard was asleep, he slipped out into the night, to scout.
MURDER: For Karkat and Cuthbert
John was alive. John was alive. The capitol had tried to fool him, tried to break him, but it backfired. Seeing John in the arena relieved him completely, despite how bad the situation was there. It gave Sherlock options.
There was no reason to stay in this hellhole anymore.
Sherlock wanted to laugh, but held it in. There were a few options. One, he could die and end up in the desert. Unfortunate, but at least there he'd be able to make sure John was set up properly, before dying again and getting back to the Capitol. Two, he could die and skip the desert completely, and end up in the Capitol. Then he could immediately start funneling sponsor gifts to John. Three, and the most unfortunate, was that he died and didn't come back. Always a possibility.
So the best way to ensure that was to go out with a bang.
Sherlock made a small package of what remained of his water, food, and fire starting kit, and left it next to Howard. He wasn't too concerned about the boy's welfare - his head wound doing much better - but he made a mental note to ensure him as sponsor gift as well, when he got back to the Capitol. If he got back to the Capitol.
He slipped out again before Howard could wake, and went out searching for his death.
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He's froze, at first - sudden light in an arena (in his experience) could mean a few things, almost all of which ended in sudden, brutal, and painful death. So he froze dead still when the light began, and only slowly moved when he was sure he was not immediately going to get killed.
He turned until he caught a glimpse of light - coming from a strange, raised pillar with a screen - and walked toward it.
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Tim.
Tim, who missed their rendezvous making her so sure he had died at the Cornucopia. Her stomach clenched at the sight of him. She tried to make out his surroundings, but the camera stayed tight on his face. Stephanie wanted to reach out and touch him, to confirm that this wasn't some trick, but her hand stayed by her side knowing that it would be pointless and just a little dangerous to show such attachment right now. Clenching her jaw she turned away from the screen to face the newcomer.
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He know who that was.
"Tim." He said, aloud, still several feet away - enough that if she decided he was a threat he could still run, and if she was an ally...
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"Tim. Stephanie," she nods her head at him. "Strange Man." Her eyes want to go back to the screen, but turning her back on an unknown Tribute is dangerous at best.
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"That is not here," He said, stating the obvious more for his benefit than hers.