thearena | (no subject)

Who| Holiday and everyone
What| Running around the arena, trying to find safety, trying to scavenge, etc.
Where| All over, but ending up in the Northern part, around the caves
When| Week One and into the start of Week Two
Warnings/Notes| The usual

This arena, for all its strange faults, still reminded Holiday of the Zoo in its own odd way. She was just waiting for the 30ft tall monster to come around the next hill and eat her, but she really didn't care. That was familiar. This place was nice.

She stayed away from the obvious lures. Holiday didn't eat anything that looked edible and she didn't hunt, just in case. She had enough food for a little while. Her best bet may be to stay by the Cornucopia, but she wouldn't be the only one with that idea. She left that death trap, finding homes, buildings, wildlife, and people along the way until she made her way north... where things seemed to be less. Up here, it truly did feel away. She would stay here, die here probably, but this is where she was going to be.

((ooc: You can tag in at any point during her journey, from leaving the Cornucopia to ending up North. She would have been predominantly Southwest, then Northeast to end up there, but if you're in the lowest part of the island and want to tag her, go for it. She could have stumbled over there, too.))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

She giggled and winked impishly.

"Everybody is somebody's fetish. It's a unique love we share."

Unique, twisted and warped. Potato, potahto.

"We've had our ups and downs of course. Before I got pulled here we were having a bit of private time from one another."

It was a kink thing.

Holiday smiled. "So long as you're happy, that's what matters."

She shrugged.

"Are any of us really happy? Even at the best of times can you close out those little voices telling you that something horrible is about to come and take away all your happiness and punish you for daring to have it in the first place?"

Then a grin.

"I mean I can, but I'm crazy. I have lots of voices."

"All the time," Holiday admits, which is quite true. Ever since the Nanite Event, she's been stuck with that voice. "It's as close as I can get, though. Might as well take it."

"Yay settling!" Harley sprang at Holiday to wrap her arms around the dark haired woman in a hug. Hopefully she wouldn't consider this an attack.

"Ya know Doc, you remind me of a less messed up me. It's really kinda neat."

"A less messed up you." Holiday doesn't really care if it's an attack or not, but she honestly doesn't consider the action any more than just a hug.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"Oh good! Last time I told someone that she ran screaming down the street and moved to another town to restart her life over differently!" She cackled delightedly.

Holiday laughed. "Under these circumstances, I think it's a blessing."

Harley untangled one of her arms leaving the other wrapped around Holiday so they could walk.

"Ya know all and all, things could be worse." She reasoned. "Sure we're in a horrible mucky jungle with who knows what trying to kill us. And we're on live television so everything we say and do, even when we go to the bathroom will be seen by at least someone before they edit it. And sure we may never return home and see our loved ones again...but at least we got each other!"

... "Leave it to you to find the silver lining, Harley."

Oh yeah, when you say it like that, it's not so bad. Sure.