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thearena2014-12-20 03:00 pm
smarterthanthem) wrote in thearena2014-12-20 03:00 pm
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There's a starman waiting in the sky [Open]
Who| Clementine and Kenny, Clementine and OTA
What| Clementine in the space arena before she dies, with a thread for Kenny to mercy kill Walker!Clem
Where| The labs, the spaceport
When| backdated to week 1 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of child death and zombie children
[Prompt a: the Spaceport]
This arena would be cool if it weren't so deadly. Clementine remembers movies with this kind of thing, then books and comics after the electricity had gone. That the Capitol made this is as ridiculous as ever. When she's in the spaceport Clementine likes to go to the windows and look out at the fake field of stars, though never at the appointed time when those stars arrange themselves into the faces of the dead.
It's dangerous to be out here and Luke would have a fit about her being alone, however briefly, but they still need food and water and there's a lot of places to hide out here, especially for someone as small as she is.
[Prompt b: The Labs]
The three of them, like so many others, chose one of the labs to make their home for the arena. Sometimes the puzzles were difficult to get in or out of the room but the feeling of safety, at least from the mutt's and turrets, was worth the difficulty. Other tributes could still come inside if they could figure it out of course.
Clementine makes a face as she bites into a raw potato and keeps an eye on the door, alone now while Nick and Luke are out. It's not the worst thing she'd ever eaten, not by a long shot, it's still pretty unpleasant though.
What| Clementine in the space arena before she dies, with a thread for Kenny to mercy kill Walker!Clem
Where| The labs, the spaceport
When| backdated to week 1 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of child death and zombie children
[Prompt a: the Spaceport]
This arena would be cool if it weren't so deadly. Clementine remembers movies with this kind of thing, then books and comics after the electricity had gone. That the Capitol made this is as ridiculous as ever. When she's in the spaceport Clementine likes to go to the windows and look out at the fake field of stars, though never at the appointed time when those stars arrange themselves into the faces of the dead.
It's dangerous to be out here and Luke would have a fit about her being alone, however briefly, but they still need food and water and there's a lot of places to hide out here, especially for someone as small as she is.
[Prompt b: The Labs]
The three of them, like so many others, chose one of the labs to make their home for the arena. Sometimes the puzzles were difficult to get in or out of the room but the feeling of safety, at least from the mutt's and turrets, was worth the difficulty. Other tributes could still come inside if they could figure it out of course.
Clementine makes a face as she bites into a raw potato and keeps an eye on the door, alone now while Nick and Luke are out. It's not the worst thing she'd ever eaten, not by a long shot, it's still pretty unpleasant though.
for Kenny, tw: child death
The alien creatures, a whole pack of them, had come at her, Nick and Luke, separating Clementine from the two men. Of course Luke had yelled at her to run while he and Nick distracted the pack of monsters from her. She'd expected something like that to happen from the get go, expected and dreaded it and just as she'd feared she hadn't been able to do anything to stop it either.
With little choice Clem had turned tail and run through the spaceport corridors, seeking an alternate route to get back to the lab the three of them had chosen as their base of operation and the fear of the alien mutt's had been what prevented her from seeing another threat until it was too late.
The turret, sat quiet and unobtrusive in the shadows, fired as soon as Clementine had run past it, the laser hitting her from behind and burning a hole through her flesh right to her heart. A quiet gasp and sense of puzzlement were all Clem felt before, with a few last tottering steps, she fell face first onto the ground and did not move again. The only acknowledgement of her death was the brief wail of the siren before all fell quiet once more.
Half an hour later when her body gets back up the turret ignores it. Stumbling to its feet, the Walker looks blankly around itself, a soft rasping note escaping its throat before it starts off down the corridor. There is no living flesh here and that is all it cares about. It will wander the hallways until food comes its way.
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It's a smaller shape, clearly another kid (or a hobbit. Don't they have hobbits here now?), so he stops a few feet away and squints through the dark in an attempt to see. It looks like a girl around his age. From what Kenny can see of her face in the dim lighting it looks pretty awful, but his own face is a mess of blisters after that toxic gas crap, so he figures she must have gotten caught by it too. After what happened in the kiddie arena, Kenny is not inclined to be on the offensive when it comes to fellow children-- unless they're a dick to him first, of course. But he's not about to attack this person. Maybe they can team up. That'd be pretty awesome right about now.
"Hey," he whispers out, rasping against his sore throat, not wanting to alert their presence to any potential combatants or bloodthirsty alien things. "You all right?"
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From her mouth issues a terrible rasping groan.
If Kenny doesn't catch on quick or make a move she's going to grab him and find any vulnerable spot of flesh she can to sink her teeth into.
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"Clementine?! Augh, shit!"
Kenny kicks out at her, hoping to put some distance between them. She'd told him about the walkers before, where she came from. He never would have guessed that she was one of them.
"Knock that shit off. I'm not fucking kidding." Kenny swipes at the air with the hand that's wielding one of his weapons, brandishing the switchblade between them. It's just a warning, because he really doesn't want to have to fight Clementine again. He said he'd have her back next time. So, in spite of how it's probably really fucking stupid of him to try, there's still the glimmer of hope that somehow he can get through to her.
Even though, y'know, that never happens with zombies in all the movies and video games and shit. They're dead and soulless.
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It might be a critical mistake of Clementine's, not spreading the news to her newer friends about the fact that everyone from her world was already infected, bite or no.
The undead creature lunges forwards again, completely ignoring the presence of the switchblade. It's dead and there is nothing inside it but hunger, no fear, no anger, nothing but a ravenous need for living flesh. The walker will impale itself on the blade in its desperation to eat Kenny if he lets it, those small hands grabbing for him again as its teeth snap for whatever part of him can be reached.
a!
He hesitates a short distance away, considering his options. Doesn't matter that she's a kid, he knows they can murder people just as well as most adults if forced to. But she appears unarmed, and this is the only route available leading to where he wants to go.
"You by yourself?" he asks, warily taking stock of his surroundings. What's a kid doing in an arena death match, anyway?
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Being small had its advantages sometimes.
Right now she's looking at the unknown Tribute warily and thinking which would be the best way to run if things did go south. She hasn't ever been directly attacked by an adult yet but there's a first for everything. "My friends aren't far away."
The only thing Clem is armed with a piece of shrapnel, thanks to her decision not to try for the Cornucopia, and that might be enough. It doesn't escape her notice the guy is carrying one of the little alien men's head around with his fingers in its eye sockets and that's really, really gross, even by her standards.
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Puts him in mind of something the "Governor" would do, and the thought leaves an acrid taste in his mouth. That bastard deserved far worse than the relatively quick death he'd received.
Since this is the first kid Daryl's run into so far (and he spares a moment to be grateful he hasn't come across others), it warrants his next question.
"One'a them a guy named Nick?" he asks as he shifts his weight to one foot, uneasy about standing still like this. He's about as wary of her as she is of him, so hopefully she won't feel it's necessary to introduce him to the shrapnel. "You fit the description of someone he was lookin' for."
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Her posture is a little less guarded but still on edge. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."
It might be he's someone Nick knows well, or equally someone Nick only knows in passing if he asked the man to be on the lookout for her.
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Maybe a little."Your group... doin' good?" he asks, his inexperience with doing the equivalent of friendly small talk making it a bit awkward. "Y'need anything, I mean?" It isn't an outright offer of help, exactly. But Nick had seemed like a decent guy beneath his prickly sarcasm. Decent folks ought to look out for each other, he figures, especially if there's little kids involved.
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"Oh." she blinks and then nods a little further. She doesn't think Nick would help anyone bad out, at least not knowingly. Deciding to take a chance she relaxes her grip on the piece of shrapnel and folds her arms loosely across her chest instead. "I'm Clementine. I... we're okay."
Well, not really, counting how Nick had almost died on their first day in the arena but this guy doesn't look much like a doctor. "We have some supplies." her gaze flickers and you know what, she's just going to ask, "Why are you carrying around that things head?"
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"Gotta be useful for somethin', I figure. All else fails, I'll go bowling."
It's been established that they're sort of on the same side, so he risks approaching her now, leaning closer to the windows lining the wall so he can peer up at the field of stars outside. Might at least make any other Tributes in the area think twice before pegging Clem as an easy target, if she doesn't look like she's out alone.
Which brings him to his next question.
"What're you doin' out here by yourself? Takin' in the view?" She'd said her friends weren't far away, but judging by the silence of their immediate surroundings, and how far sound could carry here in the echoing hallways, he has his doubts.
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This from a little girl used to the undead being all about her. At least this thing isn't rotting, yet, though she doesn't know how Daryl stands to hold it like that.
Saying her friends were nearby had been a ploy of sorts, a deterrent. Not actually all that true. "I was looking for supplies." she tells him, plucking at the sleeve of her pink suit. "And... I'm waiting for them to show who died today."
Maybe people she knew, maybe not.
b for brock
He doesn't really like thinking about that, though, because it backs up against some weird moral ramification shit that he just does not have the wherewithal to consider at the moment. He's too busy trying not to die in some stupid way.
Despite what people may think about him, Brock's not stupid. He's not exactly struggling with the puzzles, but they are a little tricky. Especially when he's done so many and they start to blur together. But eventually he figures out how to put a thing on a thing, to get this little box on the big red button across the way, and the door whooshes open to the next room.
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She waits until she hears the person step inside and tellingly they don't call out her name which means it's probably not Nick or Luke, so after a deep breath she risks peeking out around the table.
"Brock?"
Definitely not Nick or Luke but someone she thinks is a friend. Clementine pokes her head right round the table after recognising him.
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When he hears Clementine -- he hears her before he sees her, which is troubling to him -- he visibly relaxes, stepping away from the door to let it close behind him. Despite the dangerous situation they are all in, he's casual, and he waves a little. "Hey. You by yourself?"
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"My friends have gone out looking for supplies." she informs him truthfully. "I'm holding the fort."
That's what Luke had called it when he asked her to stay behind this time. "It's good to see you."
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That Clementine has friends she's hanging around with is good, and he's glad. He assumes they're kids her age, but on the chance they aren't, he's a little anxious about it. Not that he doesn't trust her instincts -- he has a feeling she's a better judge of character than him, actually -- but if they happen to walk in here, Brock might have to kill them just on principle. Which would be awkward all around.
"Man, you too," he says, which is a roundabout way of saying he's glad she's not freakin' dead. "Anybody giving you guys trouble, or are you handling it pretty good?"
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"The only trouble we've had so far is from the mutt's. And my friend Nick got electrocuted but he's okay now, mostly." though not for lack of trying on the Gamemaker's part. Clem had thought he was dead for a few moments and it had scared her badly. "I haven't seen many other Tribute's."
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That's worrying, though, and Brock frowns, looking around. "Electrocuted? Is he okay to go out there?"
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"Keep an eye on him," Brock says slowly, trying to put this as delicately as possible. "Sometimes if people get shocked like that, it, uh... it can knock a few screws loose. So if he starts acting weird..."