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thearena2013-07-04 03:40 pm
futilecycle) wrote in thearena2013-07-04 03:40 pm
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All of my plans, compromised. [OPEN]
Who | Sigma and you!
What | Sigma escapes from the Cornucopia and gets spooked by an Antlered Rabbit.
Where | The Group 2 Desert Arena, not far from 13G
When | The beginning of Week 2, at nightfall.
Warnings/Notes | Both allies and attackers are welcome! No fatal injuries unless discussed first, though, please!
After sprinting to safety from the fauna that chased him from the Cornucopia, Sigma settled on a rock some mile away to catch his breath. He'd come away with a fair bit of treasure to show for his efforts, and hugged a black chador to his chest. He wondered where Ian was, knowing the almost naked Tribute could use it.
It wasn't long until the sun went down, and Sigma watched the pale moon rise with slight nostalgia. Before he arrived, he hadn't seen the moon in Earth's sky in nearly fifty years, and it would normally have been a welcoming, reassuring sight. A sign, to him, that all was well, that its pure-white surface unpocked by buildings and construction meant he was in a time where humans could comfortably inhabit the earth. But he knew this moon was an illusion produced by the Arena's sky dome. It would bring him no comfort here.
The Doctor was tired, yet still unwilling to sleep. Instead he waited and kept his guard. Sometime into the night, Dr. Klim began to hear something quite... peculiar. Something impossible.
Drawn from the rock he'd been seated on, Sigma frantically began to search the area. He could swear on his life he could hear a baby's cry. He panicked for a moment, wondering if the Capitol would be so cruel as to throw babies into the Arena as fodder Tributes, food for their muttations. He panicked further when he wondered what he would do if he actually found it in time. But suddenly the crying stopped as Sigma met the eyes of a horned rabbit, its eyes reflecting yellow in the moonlight.
And then it screamed! Not a child's scream, this time, but with Sigma's own voice, though slightly higher pitched. Though Dr. Klim's stomach twisted, he knew it had to be a trick... he'd seen the sort of genetic manipulation the Capitol was capable of. Mimicking voices was not outside of their ability. But now he knew, for certain, his act had been seen through. Before he could draw his throwing knife out of irritation it was gone, darting ahead and leaving a cloud of dust in its wake, shouting as it went. Sigma covered his ears, gathered his resolve, and started in the other direction. Though he was considerably shaken, he knew if he wanted to survive without causing violence, keeping a level head was key...
What | Sigma escapes from the Cornucopia and gets spooked by an Antlered Rabbit.
Where | The Group 2 Desert Arena, not far from 13G
When | The beginning of Week 2, at nightfall.
Warnings/Notes | Both allies and attackers are welcome! No fatal injuries unless discussed first, though, please!
After sprinting to safety from the fauna that chased him from the Cornucopia, Sigma settled on a rock some mile away to catch his breath. He'd come away with a fair bit of treasure to show for his efforts, and hugged a black chador to his chest. He wondered where Ian was, knowing the almost naked Tribute could use it.
It wasn't long until the sun went down, and Sigma watched the pale moon rise with slight nostalgia. Before he arrived, he hadn't seen the moon in Earth's sky in nearly fifty years, and it would normally have been a welcoming, reassuring sight. A sign, to him, that all was well, that its pure-white surface unpocked by buildings and construction meant he was in a time where humans could comfortably inhabit the earth. But he knew this moon was an illusion produced by the Arena's sky dome. It would bring him no comfort here.
The Doctor was tired, yet still unwilling to sleep. Instead he waited and kept his guard. Sometime into the night, Dr. Klim began to hear something quite... peculiar. Something impossible.
Drawn from the rock he'd been seated on, Sigma frantically began to search the area. He could swear on his life he could hear a baby's cry. He panicked for a moment, wondering if the Capitol would be so cruel as to throw babies into the Arena as fodder Tributes, food for their muttations. He panicked further when he wondered what he would do if he actually found it in time. But suddenly the crying stopped as Sigma met the eyes of a horned rabbit, its eyes reflecting yellow in the moonlight.
And then it screamed! Not a child's scream, this time, but with Sigma's own voice, though slightly higher pitched. Though Dr. Klim's stomach twisted, he knew it had to be a trick... he'd seen the sort of genetic manipulation the Capitol was capable of. Mimicking voices was not outside of their ability. But now he knew, for certain, his act had been seen through. Before he could draw his throwing knife out of irritation it was gone, darting ahead and leaving a cloud of dust in its wake, shouting as it went. Sigma covered his ears, gathered his resolve, and started in the other direction. Though he was considerably shaken, he knew if he wanted to survive without causing violence, keeping a level head was key...
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The Doctor smiled sadly when he realized Eponine was correct. There was no use for a third party - if the two of them were to get over their fight, they'd have to do it on their own. He understood Eponine's desire for a sincere friendship. "You are right. Forgive me, it seems I have lost touch significantly when it comes to relationships." He'd thought Eponine naive, at first, but he was coming to see her as an intelligent young woman after all.
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She didn't look particularly thrilled with the idea of being married to Montparnasse, but it is just another of those things out of her control.
"There are a couple I would watch over." Marius. Howard. "But no. It is nice, though, that you would look for your children. Do you have many, Sir?"
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Sigma looked at Eponine blankly, at first, as if uncertain of how to answer. And then, deciding that the question did indeed make him happy, he smiled. "Just one. A boy, a bit older than you." He wondered if a statement like that would bewilder the poor girl, as he knew he must be quite old compared to most parents from her time. "There's also you and Howard, too," he said jokingly, and grinned.
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"But he loves me as well... that's why he hits." And pushes and kicks and holds knives to her throat until she obliges and lifts her skirts and spreads her legs. But as much as she hated him, was scared of him, her voice was quite emotionless when she talked of him. It warmed considerably, though, when she spoke of Sigma's son.
"I think he is lucky to have you as a father." True, in her world, Sigma would be likely long dead. But in this world - no. It was all different, was it not?
"Are we really like your children? I already have a Pa at home - but I would prefer a Pa like you. I think you are like the nice kind gentleman that took Cosette away and gave her the doll. I had laughed - but when Papa changed when we lost the inn, I had wished and wished that the gentleman would take Azelma and me away too. He had a right temper, my Pa. Drove my sister's hand right through the glass of our window so it bled and the glass smashed - and then we were frozen the whole winter through. And when I didn't do as he was told, it was my belt buckle on my legs or my back. But I do not think you would do that, would you? I think you would be a good Pa."
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Eager to change the subject, as he was no good in these sort of situations, Sigma took out the canister of water he'd refilled days ago. There was only a small amount left, but it was enough for a meal - from his pack, he also removed a package of dry oatmeal. "Are you hungry, my dear?" he sighed.
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"Monsieur, I am sorry. Just - just please, do not say such things. Do not be sorry for me. It is how life is - I do not say it for pity. I do not WANT your pity. I were lucky in France, I tell you. Lucky. I will not call you my Pa, Sir - but I will think of you as my nice gentleman - and you are. I do not care what you say - you have always been kind to me - even when I robbed you."
It took all of Eponine's strength and resilience to shake her head as Sigma produced the porridge.
"I'm - I'm not hungry, Sir. I have been eating Cacti sometimes. I am okay. I do not want your food - perhaps your leftovers, if you will let me?"
woooah this comment sat for way longer than I thought, sorry
Sigma turns his attention back to the food, a bit at a loss. He could see Eponine's obvious lie, and isn't quite sure why the children in this Arena won't accept what he offers. Were he in their position, he would have gratefully accepted help. Working together was what kept people alive.
Instead Sigma pours the package of oatmeal into the sponsor canister that held his water. "Very well, if you are sure." As it was prepared, the aroma of the food began to waft through the dry air, and Sigma would have never believed something so bland could smell so delicious.
"If it's leftovers you want, I do have a treat for you- it's too bittersweet for me and I don't care for it," he lied. He withdrew the litre of sweetened lemonade he'd found at the Cornucopia, unscrewed it, poured some into the lid, and held it out to Eponine. "I really don't like it, so please. Enjoy." Despite his protests, the container was still completely full and had no evidence of having been opened before now - he prayed Eponine wouldn't notice.