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OTA: No rhyme but by the Mother, he wants a reason.
Who| Some and you!
What| Trying to help or hide, and winding up in a mask.
Where| Various, mostly the second floor.
When| Through Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Probable mentions of maneating, violence.
Some's primary advantage, to his knowledge, is his ability to climb. The second floor has a high, shadowy ceiling, and despite the crowded, uneasy feeling of all of those models of men and creatures, he feels his best chances are there. The life-size model of the sea monster labelled "Blue Whale" provides him with a stable platform, high and suspended on wires. He's made himself a shelter there, half dug into the material of the model, half-reinforced by trays scavenged from the cafeteria, all bound together by his sponsor-given wire. If he'd known they were bright orange, he might not have used them, but up in the high shadows, they still make him feel safe.
Well, safer.
But he can't just hide. He won't be the winner, he knows he won't. He doesn't want to, he still tells himself. So he can either die now, go back to the Capitol, and watch it all go on and on, or he can leave this shelter, find someone in need of help, and help them. He's strong and stable, not hungry. And that's good. It means he has more time than usual.
When he thinks of leaving the dim second floor, he realizes that for once, he can be better prepared for the light. There was a display he noted earlier - a little glass case with a carved wooden mask, its eyes deeply shadowed by a fringe of stitched-in grass. It's the work of a moment to pry open the case with his knife, and he ties the mask around his neck on another length of wire.
[[Some's dead-set on being useful. So anyone who seems to need help; food, rescue, first aid, he'll try to render whatever he can. He's also a big dark many-toothed mantis creature slinking about, so feel free to be spooked and attack! I'm open to absolutely anything.]]
What| Trying to help or hide, and winding up in a mask.
Where| Various, mostly the second floor.
When| Through Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Probable mentions of maneating, violence.
Some's primary advantage, to his knowledge, is his ability to climb. The second floor has a high, shadowy ceiling, and despite the crowded, uneasy feeling of all of those models of men and creatures, he feels his best chances are there. The life-size model of the sea monster labelled "Blue Whale" provides him with a stable platform, high and suspended on wires. He's made himself a shelter there, half dug into the material of the model, half-reinforced by trays scavenged from the cafeteria, all bound together by his sponsor-given wire. If he'd known they were bright orange, he might not have used them, but up in the high shadows, they still make him feel safe.
Well, safer.
But he can't just hide. He won't be the winner, he knows he won't. He doesn't want to, he still tells himself. So he can either die now, go back to the Capitol, and watch it all go on and on, or he can leave this shelter, find someone in need of help, and help them. He's strong and stable, not hungry. And that's good. It means he has more time than usual.
When he thinks of leaving the dim second floor, he realizes that for once, he can be better prepared for the light. There was a display he noted earlier - a little glass case with a carved wooden mask, its eyes deeply shadowed by a fringe of stitched-in grass. It's the work of a moment to pry open the case with his knife, and he ties the mask around his neck on another length of wire.
[[Some's dead-set on being useful. So anyone who seems to need help; food, rescue, first aid, he'll try to render whatever he can. He's also a big dark many-toothed mantis creature slinking about, so feel free to be spooked and attack! I'm open to absolutely anything.]]