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[splendid_roman]

Who| Ian and Orc
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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[paidinbeer]

Orc had to think about that one for a moment. "Those guys that were judging me when I got here before the Arena started?" He presumed those had to be the game makers. And all things considered he couldn't exactly blame anyone for trying to off them. They were kind of jerks for sentencing people to eternal death match. People like Howard who couldn't defend himself in a fair fight. The confusion was spelled out all across his face as he tried to imagine the scene like it was off a crime show on daytime TV.

[splendid_roman]

Ian nodded. "I think they're in charge of everything that goes on in here. They must have some amazing technology to achieve all of it." He sounded excited about it. That was the part that he'd love to know more about, but was unlikely to get to find out.

[paidinbeer]

"More like magic." Orc agreed. He could barely even understand technology from where he came from let alone whatever made it possible to kill him, bring him back, put TVs in the middle of no where or bring people from one world to another without them knowing.

"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.

[splendid_roman]

"I don't know." He hadn't known her, which made it hard to guess. "Maybe she just wanted a way out of here." Ian couldn't fault her reasoning, even if the execution hadn't worked so well.

He shivered a little and pulled his cloak further around him. "Aren't you cold?"

[paidinbeer]

"Can't blame her for that." There were more then a few kids who had chosen the quick was out back home. Or who had waited till they were old enough and then just let the poof happen so they were taken away by...whatever force took away all the kids around 15.

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.

[splendid_roman]

Ian couldn't blame her either. She'd been brave to try such a thing and she'd paid the price for it. Anything else the rest of them tried would have to be a lot better planned. If it was even possible to succeed.

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?"

[paidinbeer]

Orc looked at him quizzically, then realized that Ian didn't know the truth. It was almost funny...if Orc found anything funny anymore. It had been a long time to be honest.

"This...all of this." He gestured to himself gently. "I used to just be you know...a guy." He explained without really explaining anything.

[splendid_roman]

Ian looked at him closely. It didn't sound likely, but then he'd read comics as a child and seen what a spider bite could do to Peter Parker. So perhaps it was true. "What happened?" he asked softly.

[paidinbeer]

Why was he telling him this? Because he was just thankful to have an adult to talk to?

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."

[splendid_roman]

Ian blinked, struggling for a moment to work out what to say to that. It wasn't exactly something he'd ever expected to hear. "At least you're alive." Which he was sure couldn't be said of most people who were ripped apart by coyotes, but it didn't feel like enough. "And it's an advantage here."

[paidinbeer]

"Yeah...lucky me." But Orc didn't sound so pleased to be alive let alone granted such an advantage.

"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.

[splendid_roman]

Ian shook his head. "That's not for us to decide. No one's better off dead," he said softly. "There's always hope, even with the worst torture."

[paidinbeer]

Orc gave him a sideways glance. "Yeah, it's for the capitol to decide...jerks"

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.

[splendid_roman]

Ian still turned a little, to stop any of the sand getting in his eyes. It had stung enough the first time.

"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."

[paidinbeer]

Orc grunted feeling tired trying to agree with Ian and unable to find even a shred of hope.

"I hope you're right." That was the closest he could come for now.

[splendid_roman]

"So do I," Ian admitted, because the longer this all went on the less hope there was.


((OOC: That seems like a good place to end the thread))

[paidinbeer]

[[OOC: Sounds good to me, btw I finally saw some of Ian on a documentary type thing about older episodes of Dr. Who. So I finally got to see that you have a solid handle of him. Well done :) ]

[splendid_roman]

((OOC Thanks!))