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[retrieverchef]

Who| Eliot, Parker, Lindsey, Anna, and Chris
What| Death party
Where| the Cornucopia in the candy Arena
When| the first half hour of the first day
Warnings/Notes| death, death, and injury

Eliot bit back a scream as he tried to move away from the Cornucopia. He could still remember the last time he'd been injured this early all too well. The pain was nearly making him black out. Not a good thing at all. Although he doubted anyone would take the time to check if he was breathing.

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[itswhoyouare]

Anna isn't exactly in the habit of storming the Cornucopia right off anymore, but when she sees someone she thinks is Eliot, she stumbles her way over to him. Suddenly she's very alert because he looks like hell and she has to try and keep her promise.

Collapsing next to him, she carefully and gingerly pulls him closer, halfway cradling him in her lap. Cameras be damned, he needs help if he's going to make it more than a day. Who knows, maybe a sympathetic sponsor will send something to help.

"Eliot, what happened? Where are you hurt?" It takes her a little longer than usual to get the words out and when she does, they blur together.

[retrieverchef]

He hisses as the movement shifts the bones in his leg. "My knee," he manages. "Broken. Think it's m'femur."

He takes her hand, holding it tightly. He'd heard her slurring her words. "What's wrong with ya?"

[whosalicewhite]

"Knee and femur are separate bones, Eliot." Very helpful there. "End of the femur, end of the tibia, or the patella."

Important things to know, when falling down empty shafts, the bones that could be broken.

[retrieverchef]

"I know, Parker." He bites his lip. Hard. "Lower femur and patella both, I think." He's sure about the femur. The patella seems likely.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna ignores the question about what's wrong with her and glances up at Parker while she lets Eliot squeeze her hand as much as he needs to.

"What's broken as far as an exact bone isn't the issue here. What Eliot needs is a splint or somethin' close to it. Any ideas?" Yes, Parker, she's talking to you.

[whosalicewhite]

"Need to know the bones to know how to wrap it. The whole leg's needed to stop the muscles from trying to move."

Parker's going to glare, as if she thinks Anna was implying Parker wasn't looking after Eliot.

She tilts her head, "One splint 28.5 inches, the other 35. We can use the petticoats to wrap it."

It's quite clear she's about to say something else when she's struck by a sudden fit of coughing: more like whooping cough than one of Hardison's allergies.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot grabs Parker's arm with his free hand. "Parker, are ya injured?"

He looks over her closely, trying to see what could be causing the cough.

[itswhoyouare]

"Parker? Parker, what's wrong?" Anna barely gets the words out before her head starts pounding so hard she groans in pain, hunching over Eliot as she squeezes her eyes shut to somehow make it stop, but it's not working.

"We don't have... ungh... splints. Need t'improvise... no trees or anythin' useful... I might be able to use candy canes..." Anna cries out in pain this time, hands trembling as her body starts to jerk uncontrollably.

[whosalicewhite]

The coughing doesn't subside much, and getting a breath is all but impossible.

Sorry, Eliot, but the coughing's going to cause her to be sick, she'll miss him, but still, gross.

Time skipping it to after nightfall.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris had been torn between leaving Doc and Steph at the camp, but they needed supplies so he had gone for a hunt. Two Doki kills over his shoulder he had found his way back to the cornucopia. He hoped it would be enough for a while.

Hearing movement he tensed a moment, someone still alive in that mess? Or was someone searching the bodies?

Setting his kills near some brush his knife (Not the one Wesker sent) slipped out. "Hello?" Yeah might be stupid, but hey if he was lucky it wouldn't be someone gunning for him.

Re: Time skipping it to after nightfall.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot had pulled the cloak off of his brother's body and discarded the corset days ago. Unending day of not, he refused to go around in that humiliating costume a second more than he had to. He'd pulled away from the bodies as much as he could. He hadn't managed to get far. Perhaps that was why they hadn't been picked up yet.

He pulled himself further away from the bodies, refusing to scream despite the agony in his leg. The corpses were decomposing far too quickly and he was still far too close. He needed to get away if he was going to survive. He stopped at the voice, though, dropping to the ground as still as if he was dead.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris heard the noise, it was to his left some. He moved carefully, the knife still hin hand just in case. If it was someone hurt he couldn't leave them there, damn his 'good guy' nature.

"Look, if you're hurt I'll help you out of here," Eliot should recognize Chris's voice as he moves closer.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot let out a sigh when he recognized the voice. "Chris!" The other Tribute was a good man, possibly even a friend. At least it wasn't Grey or one of the other, more sadistic Tributes.

[big_badass_hero]

Shit, didn't sound good, though he recognized the voice. "Eliot," Took him a moment to find where the man was. Seeing the woman in his arms he frowned. "Parker?"

[retrieverchef]

He nodded. "She's dead. Never had a chance."

[big_badass_hero]

Chris frowned, he liked the blond, she was fun. "Come on, let's get you somewhere safe, I'll come back to make sure they've gotten her, if not, I'll try to find a way for critters to stay away." He crouched before Eliot to help him up.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot draped an arm over his shoulder, gritting his teeth against the pain he knew it would cause. "All right. Let's get this over with."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey wasn't injured, he wasn't hurt or stabbed or got into the bloodbath that involved so many in the Cornucopia, but he was dying. There was no other explanation for the pangs of pain that racked his body and caused him to slump against the candy trees.

And if no one came to kill him yet, it was probably because they were all getting busy killing other people out by the main cornucopia.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot groaned quietly as he eased himself back onto the ground. He couldn't keep moving if he blacked out from the pain. This way, maybe he could stay conscious long enough to fight back if someone did attack him.

[hartless_cowboy]

The groan, too near, so close by, had Lindsey starting slightly. He hadn't noticed anyone earlier, but his attention on the world was waving in and out at an alarming rate.

Then a shudder of pain coursed through his body and he groaned before he could stop himself. Oh shit... hopefully whoever was nearby didn't hear him or was in no shape to come after him. This would be embarrassing, dying on his first day.... not that he wasn't dying anyway.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot frowned. He knew that voice as well as his own. "Lindsey?"

[hartless_cowboy]

Oh. That made him feel slightly better because he doubted Eliot would stab him in the back. His brother wasn't that sort of person.

"Y-yeah?"

[retrieverchef]

Okay, now he was worried. Lindsey didn't stutter. It just didn't happen. "What's wrong?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"D-don't know..." Then another spasm ran through him and he convulsed, wracked with pain. When it was over, he groaned softly.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot reached a hand toward his brother. "Come 'ere," he said quietly.