thearena | Camping trip!

Who| Pruna, Sandy and open
What| Sandy gets a tent, the girls go on an adventure. Come meet them!
Where| Candy arena, all places (they are traveling around)
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Let us know if you want both girls, just Sandy or just Pruna in your subject line! Also if she doesn't know you Pruna may attack so let us know if that's okay/if you want your character to be injured

[At the gingerbread house] Pruna stabbed another doki doki and threw it as far as she could, watching as the others ran after it leaving the path to the house clear. It was becomming annoying, they were attracting more doki doki than they could eat.

And almost more than they could handle. She went to open the door when she saw a parachute attached to a larger than usual package, and a second one with a smaller package. Picking them up she saw that they were both for Sandy. She burst into the house with a grin.

"Someone do be liking you." She threw them over.

[Throughout the week, anywhere] The tent is a small fit, and difficult to carry when Pruna was still mostly carrying Sandy, but it meant they could leave the house.

It was strange that night and day were so short, and the noise was starting to drive Pruna crazy even though they took turns using the ear plugs she had got in the package she had grabbed at the Cornucopia.

But still, moving around and seeing more of the arena, it made Pruna feel like she was doing something.

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Sandy's expression wilted and she swallowed hard. Her stomach was twisting in knots and her heart stiffened at the idea.

"It's not...like permanent right?" She mumbled sheepishly "My fiends are all that's been keeping me...alive." She added.

Pruna wrinkled her nose, "You will no be forgetting us completely, just what you do be feeling about us." She shrugged, "I do be using the emptiness all the time and it do no be doing me no harm."

She trusted Pruna, she had to. After everything the girl had done for her...

...so why did this feel so wrong?

It's not like she had known any of them for that long. And feelings were starting to get the better of her.

"Alright...alright just for a little while." She closed her eyes again and felt exhaustion creeping into the edges of her awareness.

The storm howled around her thrashing at her clothes and ripping at her hair. Each little ball of paper with a name, a feeling, a picture torn from her fingers and flung into the cyclone.

It felt like tearing out ribs. Like pouring out a glass and all that was left was transparent and dirty. Used.

Empty.

When she opened her eyes her lips were drawn in a frown and her eyes glassy with fatigue.

"I still don't think I did it right." She mumbled even though something did feel very different. And she wasn't so focused on her leg.

It just felt...sour. Like all the sugar around them was rotting her from the inside.

"Hmm." Pruna frowned, she was no teacher. She wasn't like Kant who knew everything. She barely understood the emptiness herself, just enough to enter it.

She was silent a moment, finding the emptiness herself, her eyes blank, like Sandy might have seen her before, whilst fighting or killing. The small trembles of the body seemed to have stopped she was so still. Even her voice sounded empty.

"No but you do be being nearly there I do be thinking. You do be needing to be practicing, and be wanting it."

She let the bubble burst and smiled, "You do be being afraid of it, and that do be being an emotion, you did no be putting that in the storm."

Sandy couldn't help but shiver seeing Pruna so easily shut everything off. It was like she became something else. Something not human.

And just as quickly she was smiling and the chill left flooding Sandy with heat and warmth, embarrassment, relief, and the pain in her leg which was lessened but still burned as her body fought off all manner of potential infection and tried to stave off the screaming nerve ends which had been exposed.

"Beats sitting here crying about it." Sandy muttered and offered Pruna a soft smile. "If anyone can help me find it, you will."

"Anything do be beating crying about it." She pointed at her. "Be practicing and soon you will be able to be doing it easily, it do be being just like walking on that crutch. It do be being slow at first."

"I hate going slow." Sandy responded automatically but added as an afterthought. "But going too fast is what got me in this mess. And the harder I push the more my wheels just spin without getting anywhere."

She closed her eyes and took a breath letting it out. "My dad used to tell me this joke about two guys camping. Basically they get chased by a bear. And they're getting tired, but one says to the other "I just realized, I don't have to outrun the bear. I just have to out run you."

She smirked at the old worn out joke "I won't be out running anyone like this. But with you dragging me along I stand way more of a chance then I did just running."

Pruna grinned, "We will be outrunning everyone, and they will be all eaten by bears." She liked Sandy's dad, and thought that maybe he hadn't left Sandy with no life lessons after all.

"I can be running for both of us. And no one can be outrunning us if we do be cutting off their legs."

Sandy laughed out loud, and then was startled by how dark her sense of humor had gotten. It's not like the bear joke actually talked about being eaten by bears in detail.

But Pruna was right and the idea of the two of them running circles around a bunch of legless grown ups was enough to make Sandy giggle and feel awful about it later.

"Come on, help me up and I'll get some more practice so you won't have to get all tired of carrying me before the running starts."

How could she even consider for a minute that she'd be forgetting Pruna forever? Not after getting this far.

Pruna reached down and pulled Sandy to her feet, handing her the crutch again. And stood close in case she needed help. She rearranged the supplies, the tent was much easier to carry when she wasn't also carry Sandy, and found the last box of pokey and handed out a stick to Sandy, took one herself and put the box back in the bag.

"Be telling me when you do be needing to rest."

Camping trip!

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(( Shall we call it here? Or continue onwards?))

((Calling it sounds good to me!))

(( Who's awesome? We're awesome! ))