thearena | Still kickin' in Arena 1

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Still kickin' in Arena 1

Who: Doc Holiday and open
What: Killing doki-dokis, being scary, having one arm, etc. Open to all!
Where: Candy Arena, near or around Milkshake Lake
When: Early Week 4 at anytime
Warnings: possible violence and the other usual stuff

Holiday stayed motionless as the arena was plunged into total darkness again. Disorienting wasn't a good enough word for this. Not only did she not know how long she had been in this place (it felt like eternity) but she also had no handle on a sleeping pattern. The latter might have been a good thing, though... Still, going instantly from bright to dark was really annoying in a place where everything was trying to get the drop on you.

The heavy blood loss and shock was still wearing down on her, but Holiday had been doing considerably better since then. Her left arm was still gone, of course, but she was managing. Honestly, it was luck she was alive. A fight hadn't come her way since the Cornucopia decades ago.

She did make Chris go his separate way, but she had a feeling he didn't go too far. That was fine with her. So long as Holiday wasn't weighing him down, that was fine. Chris had a real chance of winning this one if he could last just a little longer. For now, she was just focusing on getting by. Her gifts of food and water had come at a surprising and thankful twist. Perhaps Jack saw something in her that she didn't. It was enough of a motivation to keep her moving.

Finally, her eyes had adjusted again. Soon enough, the blinding day would be back and it would be another panic attack of who was where, but it wasn't right now. Holiday let out a silent breath and continued to move. Migrating was key.

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This is probably the first time in Julie's relatively short life she's found herself actively craving a carbtein. Even that freeze dried crap would be better than...

Well. Slowly starving.

Worse because everything looks like food. At least at home, there's no damn tease. There's just. Nothing. She finished the food she'd stolen from the Cornucopia days ago (if days had even passed -- time was inexplicable now.) She'd been surprised it even had lasted that long.

Couple more days and she'd be eating the grass. Only reason she hadn't gotten there was -- R. The black bile pouring out his mouth. Zombies didn't do that. They don't die. They don't get poisoned.

Food's one thing. Water's the other. Which she was out of. So desperation had driven her to the lake after all this time skirting it. The sweet smells, the lap of the liquid. Whatever was in there, she was considering it. Her backpack still carried the bottle her water had been in. Could really use one of those damn parachute things right now.

Julie decided camping out was better once night hit. Wasn't much of a camp. She laid out on a one of those sleeping bags, avoiding contact with the grass where she could help it. Not like she could really see jack shit, and if she fell asleep and got her throat slit -- well. Guess she'd have it coming.

A footstep made her jolt up, adrenaline beginning to seep into muscles that couldn't even put it to use. She was so damn tired. Exhausted. Sunburned like hell.

She rolled the bat next to her hip over, grabbing the handle.

"Hey," she called. Taking a chance. Might as well. "You got food?"

Holiday immediately stopped and glanced around. Her vision was better, but not that much better. She could only see shapes and moving blobs. Hopefully this person was the same way.

Now she was stuck on what to do. If she answered honestly, then she could potentially become a target. Lying had the better chance of her getting away as being someone not worth fooling around with. The best option was to stay quiet and pray that this person--female from the voice--decided that whatever sounds Rebecca had made was just their imagination.

All of the choices kind of sucked. Fortunately for Julie, Holiday knew that she wasn't going to win and staying alive was only prolonging her useless stay in this candy coated hell... but she wasn't just going to hand over her gifts and hard earned rewards lightly either.

"Who's asking?" she quietly spoke, trying to sound stronger and much more sure than she was.

Well. Good to have an answer, she guessed. Still, her immediate first thought was who the hell do you think? They were all Tributes here. Guess it didn't matter.

Really, she hadn't expected much of an answer at all. That whole solo thing was already starting to backfire on her.

"Julie," she answered, using her bat to shove to her feet. She followed what she could garner of the direction of the voice, squinting. There was an outline, at least. Oh, wait. A name probably wasn't what she was looking for. Whatever. Fellow Tribute, I come in peace? Sure. Dragging a baseball bat behind her. Definitely peaceful.

She stopped, giving the woman a wide berth.

"I'll trade you something. Not really up for starving if I can help it."

Holiday understood that much. This was still incredibly risky, but she didn't have a whole lot left to lose at this point. So, she slowly approaches this Julie.

"I have food. Could use more weapons if you can spare one." Hopefully the girl won't twist the phrasing and give her a sword through the neck.

Probably good it was dark enough to hide the way her face lit up. Christ, she was getting a little pathetic, but. Yeah, showing her desperation wasn't for the best. Not when negotiating. She was just hungry, all right? Really hard to think here.

"Umm... yeah, sure." Please don't stab me in the face after this. The irony. Giving someone the weapon they killed her with.

Joy.

Julie drops down, tugging her backpack up against her legs. The bat rests against her, her go-to bludgeon. The thing packed a hell of a punch. The numerous dents running up it attested to that. "I got these little ninja things? I dunno how helpful they'll be." She thought about the dagger, but that thing's more important than the bat. And sharper.

So she takes the bag of ninja stars out -- unused so far, all pink and bright and obnoxious, but their points are sharp enough to embed them in wood without much effort. She tosses the thing over, still on her guard. "Go ahead and take them if you want."

Oh goody, more ninja stars. At least Holiday would feel better about using them as distance weapons now that she has more than one.

She moves closer and kneels down next to the bag. Before picking it up, she digs through her supplies, pulls out a few pieces of bread and a dead (and cooked) doki-doki from her belt, and throws them over one at a time. If the girl wanted distance, Holiday would oblige.

It's probably a miracle she manages to catch each thing in the dark, grinning to herself with victory. Oh, yeah. Her stomach's making itself known; the rumble in her belly practically vibrates out to all her limbs. Seriously, she hasn't eaten for going on three days.

Ravenous didn't cover it. And being here before didn't make it any better.

"Thanks," she manages through a mouthful of bread, already chomping through the first one. Just one, then she'd take it slow. Pace herself so she didn't throw it up later. Definitely done that before. God, that was good. Even bland as all hell.

She'd go with the bread first. The dead... thing, uh. Not so much on the appetizing side. "You cooked one of those things? Seriously?"

"Well, it was an accident the first time," Holiday explained. "I was running around out there with a pretty bad wound and they swarmed me. Swung one or two into a rainbow on accident while trying to get them off of me and I found that the rainbows aren't there to just look pretty. Since I had nothing else, I tried eating them. I'm still alive. Every now and then, I go further out and get a few more."

As she spoke, the doctor rubbed her sore shoulder where the joint met a stub and then nothing. She was probably getting an infection out here, in this heat, with this candy, and dirty bandages, but that's fine. "Don't make yourself sick on that food."

Fuck this place. No, really, fuck it. Cindy had had enough. Hell, she'd had enough by the first week, but every week seemed to get worse, and it wasn't just because of the continuous deaths. No, this whole light and dark deal. Back and forth, back and forth, and while it was longer then it was when it all started, it still threw her off.

But Topher was dead. Maybe she didn't do the deed, but she should have protected him better. He was the brains, she was the brawn, she had to protect him, and she had failed. Failed miserably. Combine this with not much sleep, and the way that this place was just. Cindy had no words.

Now she was on her own, and while it wouldn't be her first time, ever, she was lonely for company that wasn't trying to kill her. She had headed back to the milkshake lake, just for a short rest while it was dark out. She kept getting some gifts, though. Someone was looking out for her. She was near one of the trees when she saw movement after her eyes had adjusted to the dark. She let out a whistle to let whoever it was know someone was around, as she got up from her seat and started over.

Holiday immediately stopped and crouched down, seeing some sort of figure approach her in the darkness. What was this? Why give a warning? Could this person see her plain as day?

Her only hand gripped the pink throwing star as the figure moved closer still, but Holiday didn't make a move. This person had thrown off her thought process.

Why warn me?

A friend? Chris? Some? She nearly straightened up to properly greet them, but they would have spoke to her. Maybe this person couldn't see and was just making sure Holiday wasn't one of their friends before killing her?

The tension was going to kill her if this person wasn't, so the doctor decided to speak. It came out more as a barking order, though. "Who's there?"

Whistling worked best, she was finding out. It threw people off balance, and you couldn't tell if the person was a guy or a girl. Some people, if they knew what gender was coming up behind them, knew whether they should stand their ground, run away, or run toward them.

Plus, this got the other person to reveal themselves quicker. Because now Cindy knew it was a girl. "Not a doki-doki, I can tell you that," She called out, continuing to move close, albeit a little more slowly. "Who're you?"

Holiday narrowed her eyes. She asked first. The thought of telling this girl that she was wounded, unarmed, and had plenty of goodies didn't seem like a good idea, and yet pride wouldn't allow her to reveal her name just yet.

Holiday stood up to her full height (which was a feat because moving at all was pretty painful lately) and hoped that this other woman couldn't see her missing arm in this darkness. "Someone who isn't looking to start a fight." She'll damn well ~~try to~~ finish one, though.

That was the point! She'd asked first, and Cindy opted out of answering by asking her her own damn question back to her.

God, she did sometimes love political intrigue when it had nothing to do with it besides some witty banter. She could see how tall the other woman was, and while it wasn't intimidating...

No, still not intimidating. "Good. Because I'm not looking for one either. How can we keep each other to that?"

Can't blame a girl for trying.

Holiday thinks on that question for a moment, then relaxes. "I'm not sure if we really could. Cross me and there'll be consequences." Not really. "But otherwise... I don't mind a truce."

"Truce it is. I don't have anything white, but I'm putting my sword away and coming out." Frankly, Cindy was good with that. If this girl crossed her, there would be consequences, but maybe she could. I don't know. Make a friend.

She put the sword in the makeshift holder she had made with her belt, coming out with her hands in the air, moving forward until they both were in view of each other. Then she put her hands down, but just to her sides, not grabbing at anything.

"So what happened to you?"

A sword. Holiday had one arm and a neon pink throwing star and this girl had a sword. That could have ended really badly. Either way, Holiday put away her weapon as the other woman put away hers.

At the question, Holiday glances over to her stub. "The Cornucopia wasn't exactly in my favor, but I've managed." Other than the missing arm, Holiday was dirty with both candy-grime and blood and since she used most of her outfit as bandages already, there wasn't a whole lot there to protect against the elements. ~~Still made it look classy, though, if messy.~~

"If you're hurt, I can trade some medical know how or some food." Not the water, though. Not yet.

Not just a sword! She's got a pink bat that was hooked onto the back of her backpack, but thankfully she hadn't used it so far on anyone. Just Doki-Doki. And since they smelled blood, she'd been dipping it into the river, so it looked pretty caked in chocolate.

Cindy can't help but wince when she looked at her arm. Or lack of arm. Eugh. For someone so willing to kill, she could get a little squeamish when it came to dealing with the aftermath if it was that large.

"You've been dealing with that since the cornucopia?" Chewing on her lower lip, she glanced down at her leg, where she'd wound a bandage around it. "I could use some better medical know-how." She looked up.

"That bandage doesn't look too good. I've got a mostly unused first aid kit I could help you with," She paused. "I'm Cindy."

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