thearena | 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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"That puts my mind at ease." Shaking her head with a laugh, she tried to relax. As best you could in this place.

"Okay, we need a change of subject. Know any good campfire stories? Fairy tales? Legends? Anything that means we don't have to think of here, or home?"

Campfire stories? Holiday shook her head. "Not really. I never did many things like this in my youth. Just... school. All I know is a few stories I used to sneak to Rex when he was younger."

Cindy hadn't done much of this in her... earlier years of living. When you were alive as long as she was, you tried not to really think about age as anything but a number. She looked damn good for being over three hundred years old!

"What about books, you read those in school, right? Fiction stuff?" Wait. "Who's Rex?"

"Yeah, some of them. I wonder if I can remember that far back..."

While she was trying to decide on which Mother Goose story to tell, she snapped back to reality. "Rex? Oh, well..." This was hard to explain to someone who didn't know much about her world. "He's this kid I know. I suppose I've helped raise him, considering his amnesia of before he and I met, but he's a little old to call my own."

Even if she didn't have any, Cindy could whip up a few. She knew that whatever she told was going to be broadcasted to everyone in the Capitol, though, so she would have to be careful.

But real stories were always better. "You can still call him your own. Or maybe like a little brother? What was the amnesia from, did he get hit on the head?"

She gave a soft laugh. "I certainly treat him like my own... Really miss him."

Holiday tried desperately to avoid talking about her loved ones from home here. She didn't want them to be used against her if they ever showed up. However, the likelihood of that happening seemed to get slimmer and slimmer by the day.

Still, she shook her head. "It's recurring. We think it's triggered by traumatic events, but it's hard to be for certain. Besides, he's a brave kid. Faced a lot in his time."

Cindy was quiet for a moment, giving a small smile. She didn't have a family, especially not when it came to kids. So, she couldn't relate with that. Treating someone like they were your own, too, that was something that Cindy couldn't do. Never wanted to do.

But she greatly respected people who could, even if she herself shied away from it. "Anytime someone faces traumatic events, and comes out on the other side, relatively okay? He definitely sounds like a strong kid."

Holiday had a soft spot for kids, even if she sometimes didn't have the patience for raising them. Still, she wanted her own someday and counting Rex among her number of family members seemed natural.

"He is. I can't help but admire his strength. I was nothing like that at his age. I would be too scared to leave my room if I were him. He enjoys adrenaline, though."

Got that from Six.

"Don't we always compare ourselves to the younger generation? Seems like it to me, anyway. I have a friend who has a ton of kids, he does that all the time." Okay, so most of Bigby's comparisons to his kids were a little more on the side of 'they're not where they should be with things', but she didn't stretch the truth too far with that one.

But she looked curiously at Holiday. "He enjoys adrenaline? Like, rock climbing, sky diving, scuba diving adrenaline?"

"Always. My life has aged me far too much that I can't help it." She wishes she were young again.

Holiday chuckles at the questions. "Um... Sort of. He's more the type to sky dive with no parachute on a dare, though. Not to say he's stupid. Rex has the ability to handle himself and then some, but it's like he tries to scare me."

Cindy laughed, looking up at the sky. "Ain't that the truth. Ain't it the truth. But I'm not old enough to feel old. No way, not even a little."

She might be hundreds of years old, but there was no way she would ever feel it. Or admit it. "Sky diving without a shoot? That's kind of crazy. Not stupid, more crazy. I love sky diving, but I always bring a parachute with me. Always." She smiled. "Maybe he loves scaring you. It's a form of love, right?"

"Maybe it is," she admitted. Rex did love to mess with her on occasion and his recent vanishing act had done the trick.

"I am not a fan of sky diving. I even try to avoid it on missions at all possible. The last time I did that, I landed in the middle of a herd of giant beetles, each bigger than you and me combined. Wasn't fun."

Still kickin' in Arena 1

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