Ian Chesterton (
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thearena2013-07-04 09:42 pm
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Who| Ian and Orc
What| Socialising
Where| Desert arena
When| Night
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Ian had spent most of his time in the arena so far hiding. It was boring, but it wouldn't get him killed. However, he knew he wouldn't keep getting food and water from sponsors forever if he didn't work for it. Besides, he was cold and perhaps moving around some more would help, even if it was out in the open.
When he emerged, he shivered and put his arms around himself. He'd got thinner due to not having enough to eat or drink and not exercising much. And he'd managed to pick a time when there was a rock monster around. Unsure he'd be able to run, Ian went for getting the monster on his side instead.
"Hello," he said, smiling. "I haven't seen you around here before."
What| Socialising
Where| Desert arena
When| Night
Warnings/Notes| None
Ian had spent most of his time in the arena so far hiding. It was boring, but it wouldn't get him killed. However, he knew he wouldn't keep getting food and water from sponsors forever if he didn't work for it. Besides, he was cold and perhaps moving around some more would help, even if it was out in the open.
When he emerged, he shivered and put his arms around himself. He'd got thinner due to not having enough to eat or drink and not exercising much. And he'd managed to pick a time when there was a rock monster around. Unsure he'd be able to run, Ian went for getting the monster on his side instead.
"Hello," he said, smiling. "I haven't seen you around here before."
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"Because some people feel its wrong to kill someone, even here." He carefully worded that so it wouldn't give away his opinion on the subject.
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"It is wrong." He muttered sounding sad as he turned his head away. Ian may still have caught a haunted look in his eyes as Orc unwillingly recalled the fuzzy, alcohol soaked memories of his own crimes.
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"The Gamemakers have a way of making you forget that." There was a look of distaste on his face. "Or at least, of not making you care that it's wrong."
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If they could make him forget that it was wrong...maybe he could stop feeling guilty?
Maybe he could actually forget about Bette and whoever that other kid was!
"How?" He added unable to get excited. There was something wrong about all this. He could feel it.
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"What was it like?" Maybe if he knew what to expect he could resist it...or embrace it. He was still working out his feelings on that.
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With a labored sigh he sat down hard, shaking the ground around him and sending a cloud of dust up around his rear where he had landed.
"Don't even know how to die properly in the first place." he grumbled finding the familiar and almost comforting pull of depression telling him to just give up and let the world go on without him. It had to be better then whatever this was right? It was like the FAYZ but with grown ups. And while he had thought back home he missed the grown ups taking care of things, here he was no longer sure even they were in control.
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"How?" He insisted trying to imagine some kind of death more horrible then...oh any of the deaths he had witnessed in the FAYZ. Monster worms, mutant coyotes, being crushed by telekinetic force, being burned to death...the bar for unpleasant was pretty high. He settled those hard beady eyes on Ian waiting for an explanation.
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He shook his head. "There was one person recently who was killed for planting a bomb trying to kill one of the Gamesmakers." He didn't elaborate.
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"I guess they must have been mad. The person who died." He decided looking up at the sky as deep in thought as Orc ever really got while sober.
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He shivered a little and pulled his cloak further around him. "Aren't you cold?"
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Orc had resisted when the time came, but out of fear. Nothing else. Pants wetting, cry himself to sleep at night fear. And every minute after that he wished that he had just let it take him.
"No." He snapped back into reality at the next question. "Can't feel as much as I used to." Hot or cold didn't matter as much since the accident. He could feel it, it just didn't bother him. Then again he had been in a mild climate so he could only imagine how he'd fair in like...a blizzard.
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But it was a morbid topic, especially in the dark and the cold. It was easier to discuss this other person who Ian didn't really understand yet. "Used to?" he asked. "What happened to change that?"
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"This...all of this." He gestured to himself gently. "I used to just be you know...a guy." He explained without really explaining anything.
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Ian did put off that responsible "Grown up" vibe that Orc had gone so long without. That vibe belonged to people like Sam and Astrid.
"I was ripped apart by coyotes." He explained without really explaining. "When I woke up I was like...this. Except with some skin and stuff. But the skin came off."
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"Some people are better off dead." He muttered looking down with a sigh. He had wanted to die for so long he could hardly feel relief for being such a sturdy powerful creature. He was trapped in a prison of stone that came with him wherever he went.
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The desert sands caught up in a breeze and whipped against Orc's back. His position shielded Ian from the worst of it.
"How is there hope?" He urged daring to consider for a moment that Ian might know more then him. He was an adult after all.
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"There's hope of rescue." He still thought that if the Doctor found a way here he'd get them all out. "And there's hope that we'll be able to find a way out of here one day. As long as you're alive there's always a chance things can get better."
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"I hope you're right." That was the closest he could come for now.
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((OOC: That seems like a good place to end the thread))
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