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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.
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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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?"
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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.
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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."
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"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.
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"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."
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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.
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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?"
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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."