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Who| Maximus and OPEN
What| Wyatt is injured, Maximus decides he's done with this Arena, he meets up with Shepard, they agree to kill some people, and... well. Clusterfuck happens.
Where| Desert to Candy then back to Desert Again
When| Final Week
Warnings/Notes| Death, Gore, Violence, Beheading, Bromance and Bad-Assery
[ooc: planned out threads will get individual sub-headers, but feel free to throw your characters in here if you want to be taken out by Max / Shepard / Both.]
He was starting to see things.
Not horrible things, not even disconcerting things. Simply chilling things. His son, running into the sand, out of the corner of his eye. His wife, standing at the top of the Dune. He knew they weren't real. No one could see the dead, not even here, but it didn't keep the chill from his spine. He didn't mention them to Wyatt, there was no point.
He kept his ghosts to himself.
He didn't know where R was. They'd gotten separated when the worms crashed through the world, and Maximus hadn't seen him again. He wasn't exactly torn up about it, though he slept lighter, now. Waiting. He and Wyatt took shifts sleeping - the rhythms off as the nights and days lengthened and twisted the world around again.
It was dusk when he woke. An endless dusk. And he was alone.
What| Wyatt is injured, Maximus decides he's done with this Arena, he meets up with Shepard, they agree to kill some people, and... well. Clusterfuck happens.
Where| Desert to Candy then back to Desert Again
When| Final Week
Warnings/Notes| Death, Gore, Violence, Beheading, Bromance and Bad-Assery
[ooc: planned out threads will get individual sub-headers, but feel free to throw your characters in here if you want to be taken out by Max / Shepard / Both.]
He was starting to see things.
Not horrible things, not even disconcerting things. Simply chilling things. His son, running into the sand, out of the corner of his eye. His wife, standing at the top of the Dune. He knew they weren't real. No one could see the dead, not even here, but it didn't keep the chill from his spine. He didn't mention them to Wyatt, there was no point.
He kept his ghosts to himself.
He didn't know where R was. They'd gotten separated when the worms crashed through the world, and Maximus hadn't seen him again. He wasn't exactly torn up about it, though he slept lighter, now. Waiting. He and Wyatt took shifts sleeping - the rhythms off as the nights and days lengthened and twisted the world around again.
It was dusk when he woke. An endless dusk. And he was alone.
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Now she comes apart again as blood, bereft of any old duty, gushes forth from her shoulder. It marches from her wound into the sand, making mud the color of pomegranates. Her head falls back, her face staring upwards as the sky blurs into a white mess.
It's beautiful. Tears streak her face like the track marks of a cheetah, like the adornments of Egyptian royalty. This is always how she wanted to die - glorious, dramatic. Memorable. People will talk about this, and she'll be forgotten in the mythos of the girl who lost her arm, a supporting actress in Max's story. She's happy with that.
Whenever she closes her eyes, she pictures places, but she can't see herself. She can never tell if her arms are lifted or lowered, if her hands are limp or in fists, without looking. 'Lack of object constancy', the Professor said. But she's always pictured places, and sometimes when she opens her eyes she's there. So she pictures Heaven, and she pictures Hell.
She wakes up in the Capitol.