All of my plans, compromised. [OPEN]

[futilecycle]

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...

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[gardienne]

Eponine had been walking. Walking and walking and walking. Never, ever had she been so glad of the stupid floppy hat Valeria had secured to her head, or of the material scrap Parker had given her to protect her nose and mouth from the sand.

It was good to be with the other tributes - she likes Parker and Mona a lot, and Pierrette seems nice enough. But Eponine, as Sigma probably knew by now, liked to wander too. And in the darkness, it was easy to wander away.

She had been walking quite aimlessly, glad now of her long sleeved velvet dress and thigh length boots, but as always on the look out for things she could scavenge to share with the girls. For the last week, she'd been munching on cacti, foul as it was. But no proper food at all.

And then she stopped. Because somewhere, ahead of her, someone screamed. A death? Eponine listened for the cannon sounding - but it never came. So, cautious now, she moved forward, looking for the cause of the commotion. Didn't she know that voice?

And then - then a shape - was it a man? - was he coming towards her? Was he hurt? Would he kill her? There was nowhere to hide, so Eponine simply stood, shivering slightly in the wind, to meet her fate.

[paidinbeer]

Orc was...not having a good day.

He was hungry, tired and had found another TV that seemed determined to show him the worst things happening to Howard. Currently his friend was laying on the ground bleeding after being clobbered by some woman. Orc's eyes were wide and he shivered through his rock skin didn't show it.

Howard looked just like Bette did after Orc had...

...the thought alone was enough to make Orc curl his thick fingers into a fist.