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[captjtkirk]

Who | Jim & Gaila
What | Gaila becomes Jim's God
When | after gaining gifts from the cornucopia
Where | somewhere in arena 2



Jim was dying. Sand blasted and tired and his whole body was covered in scab from a sunburn that just wasn't healing. His throat burned as he compulsively swallowed a gasp of air, torn between shivering and swearing. It was fair to say he hated everyone. Every single person. Himself included. The gift of water had been a fucking blessing but he hadn't had the restraint to make it last more than two days.

The desert was terrible. He actually missed the hallucinogenic hellhole that had been the original arena because at least there he wouldn't have had sand crawling up his asshole.

The night hadn't even begun to let up and Gaila was gone still. Even with his sense of time shot, Jim knew she shouldn't be out there too long alone.

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[captjtkirk]

"See? Already back to normal." He kissed her again.

He wouldn't put it past her to win. She was just enough of a bitch to do it. And never had he found that trait more badass than in that moment.

"Whose ass did you need to kick to get all this stuff?"

[freebitchbaby]

The temptation was there, even under the views of the camera and in the danger of the arena, to do some very bad things that would undoubtedly draw attention to them. She settled instead, as a reasonable adjustment for flipping them over so that she was straddling his hips.

"Nobody. Kinda disappointing but I managed to get in 'nd out without anybody getting me. No clobbering required. I couldn't carry all this and the scythe though." Gaila told him with a twist of her lips. "And I really wanted it. It looked cool."

[captjtkirk]

Jim had no complaints when he was rolled back over into the sand. He settled his hands over her hips and chuckled.

"What the hell would you do with one anyway?"

[freebitchbaby]

"Scythe things?" She offered as a suggestion. "I dunno. It was a big scythe. We could have found a use for it. It just looked so c--"

Gaila cut herself frowning and looking around. There was a weird sound. A weird sound that materialised in the form of a pallet load of stuff that had fallen from the sky with a parashoot. "Uh. Jim. I think somebody sent us stuff." She told him, clambering off him for a second to go an investigate, picking up her crossbow as she went.

And what a haul it was. Ten days supplies of water, a pair of sunglasses, two fire starting kits, a small tent, another sleeping bag and metal wire. That and a collection of note. "Hey, somebody sent me their number!" She laughed, more interested in the notes and the spool of wire than anything else.