[OPEN ] ► Central Commons | New Arrival

[hartless_cowboy]

WHO| Lindsey and OPEN
WHAT| New arrival appears.
WHEN| Sometime during Arena Day 6, after Eliot's bidding talk-to
WHERE| Central Commons, right through the front door
WARNINGS/NOTES| Mistaken identities, possible rudeness, you know, general pleasantries.

Hell was a lot more pleasant than Lindsey first anticipated it to be, at least, this one he landed into. Aside from the whole fight to the death and possibly die repeatedly for the entertainment of Hell's —Panem, need to get the dimension name right— denizens, it really wasn't that bad. Could've been worse, like get tortured to death for their entertainment instead.

Looking at the grandeur of the 'jail' he landed himself in, blue eyes traveling over the colorful decor of new age interior design, he decided he could definitely learn to relax here. It sure beat brimstone and fire, and frankly, he kind of liked the chic design.

"But could use a little less gaudy colors," he commented out loud as he continued his exploration of the large ground floor.

Comments

[retrieverchef]

Eliot walked in from the South Wing, client on his arm. He smiled at her as he leaned down and kissed her goodbye. "Thanks for the date, darlin'," he murmured before walking her to the door of the Training Center.

He turned back into the Central Commons, taking a deep breath. He frankly couldn't wait to get back to his sweet so he could relax. Well, as much as he could ever relax in this city. And then he saw the familiar figure at standing near the elevator. He walked over to him, the blood draining from his face. "Lindsey?"

Putting this at the very end, assuming he met some people by now.

[hartless_cowboy]

Finally, someone who recognized Lindsey for his own identity and not the mistaken possibility that they dragged in the wrong Spencer into this dimension... Oh. Seeing the familiar features reflected back across at him, Lindsey began to see why.

"Fuck me, it wasn't a mistaken identity after all, huh," Lindsey observed, taking in the appearance of the other man. A lot had changed, and by god his younger twin looked older, but the resemblance to his own face was still there. Just how long had he been dead?

For a moment, Lindsey just stood staring, not quite knowing how to respond. "That explains why everyone thought my twin should be here instead of me. I thought Hell made a mistake."

That works for me

[retrieverchef]

"So you really are here," he murmured quietly, careful to keep the pain out of his voice. Unfortunately he had an act to maintain and publicly agonizing over his twin's introduction to his personal hell wasn't part of that. "I thought perhaps they'd just edited the footage."

He frowned slightly. "Hell? I'm not sure you want anyone to hear you saying that." It was a warning. If he'd learned nothing else, it was that even the walls had ears in this city.

"You look... young."

Re: That works for me

[hartless_cowboy]

"Well, yeah," Lindsey answered, glancing around at the strange decor again between looks at his twin. "That's what Panem is, isn't it? Either way, better than the last one I was in, so I'm not complaining. Rather looks nice here, actually."

He was taking everything rather in stride, including the observation that he looked younger than his twin. The suggestion came with a wry grimace and a casual glance over Eliot as if he was noticing Eliot's age for the first time.

"I'm guessing that means I've been dead for a few years. I'm surprised they finally enacted the contract enough to drag me to one of their dimensions..." Then slowly, he blinked. "What are you doing here?"

[retrieverchef]

"Umm, no, from what I understand, this is Earth," Eliot replied slowly, a thoroughly confused frown on his face. "America, actually. Just several hundred years after our time.

"Contract? Dead?! Lindsey, what the hell are you talkin' about?! You ain't dead if you're standin' right in front of me. And you ain't been in the Arena yet."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Of course, America," he answered in a humoring voice. "Nice touch, I like that." Stepping away from Eliot to lean against one of the couches, arms spread like he owned he, it looked back up at his brother, who he hadn't seen for years, and raised both eyebrows.

"Nah, I think I know when I died, thanks. Doesn't sound like you do though, which is okay, not everyone knows. I'm surprised that we got thrown in together..." He leaned back and grinned. "Guess that just means you've been a bad boy too, huh."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot decided to ignore his brother's condescension. That was rather familiar albeit a little harsher than it used to be.

"Oh, I know when I died." He couldn't quite keep the memories from flowing across his face. "I remember both times. And they were both after I woke up here."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Not the same," Lindsey insisted, but he didn't bother to elaborate as Eliot didn't seem to understand anyway. "It doesn't matter, you're here anyway."

Straightening again, he gave his brother a thorough look over. "Look at you, all strong like a bull. Thought people just dragged in the wrong guy when they kept calling me Eliot, but guess not." He grinned bright but with a mocking edge. "Turn around and let me take a look at you, will you?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot aimed a light-hearted swat at his brother's head. "Oh, shut up," he muttered. "I'm your brother, not your nephew, ya headcase."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey ducked the swat but when he straightened, his grin was even wider than before. The mocking was gone too to be replaced by some genuine mirth.

"Yeah, who I haven't seen for a decade. I think I got some inspection rights."

[retrieverchef]

"Oh, fine, you big sap," Eliot retorted, a teasing glint in his eyes. He spun on his heels, coming back to face his brother with a mock salute. "Your turn. And it's been more like two decades, Linds."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Two decades?" If Lindsey's previous profession wasn't trained to have a iron solid poker face, his jaw may have dropped. For now, all he did was arch his brows and open up his arms, doing a slow turn for his brother as if he was on the center of a stage.

"And how old are you right now?"

[retrieverchef]

"Thirty-seven," Eliot replied, reaching for his brother's wrist. "What happened? How did you get a scar like that?"

[nightlightheart]

"They may just be trying to get our eyes to bleed," Tony offers with a shrug in almost-but-not-really passing. He'd been near enough to the man that he'd heard him, and he's always been a bit of an eavesdropper if he can be.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey turned when the reply came behind him and arched his brow at the approaching figure. "There's easier ways to do that. Then again, guess bloodbaths in the Arenas are enough to satisfy their bloodlust, am I right?" Said, surprisingly, with less bitterness and more actual mirth.

[nightlightheart]

"You never know," another shrug, but he wishes that he was joking more than he really was. He'd been here for months now and he still really didn't know what it was that these people got off on. They were far more twisted than he was, and he didn't think that was a point in anyone's favour.

It takes a half of a second for him to recognize who he's talking to. A quick mental checklist to run though and he's got it, though he doesn't think he's ever officially spoken to the man. Watched his interview with Caesar. Had a near-miss-encounter with him in that ruined city, last arena. "It's Spencer, right?" Tony stretches out a hand in greeting.

I'm going to apologize for mixing Stark up now. XD

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey took the hand and shook it squarely in a firm grip, but his eyebrows raised to his hairline when the other man called him by a family name he quit using years ago. Just what did this dimension have on file for their record for him? Unfortunately, the idea that they had his brother was not an alternative Lindsey considered.

"Actually, it's McDonald now," he said, dropping the grip and making a quick friendly grin. "I stopped being a Spencer sometime ago. But now I'm at an disadvantage. You seem to know me, but I have no idea who you are."

and i am going to apologize that i am a slow-ass D:

[nightlightheart]

There is a slight quirk in Tony's brow as he takes this information in. Something isn't lining up quite right, but he isn't sure what that is just yet. Granted, he and Eliot never really had much close personal interaction (which given the circumstance of their one-time near-proximity, was probably for the best) but even so, Tony had a hard time believing he had no idea who he was at all. "Tony Stark," he finally introduces himself proper. "I don't believe we've met, officially."

That's okay. I am at times too. It's a slow game.

[hartless_cowboy]

Stark was right. Eliot wouldn't have forgotten him, Lindsey wouldn't either, if he actually met them before to begin with. Unfortunately, he was as new as they came, fresh off the jet so to speak and found the new land and new dimension to be a wonderful adventure. Not a new experience though.

"Definitely not," he agreed, committing the name to memory and wondering why it sounded familiar. "Well, Stark, nice to meet you. You've been here long?"

[nightlightheart]

"Long enough," Tony shrugs. "A few months. I..." he tilts his head at the man, trying to remember what little facts he thought he knew. "I was under the impression you had been here about the same amount of time. Not big on keeping up with the competition off the playing field, I guess?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"What?" Lindsey waved a hand. "Nah, I arrived this morning," he corrected, believing the man simply getting him confused with someone else. "Still making my first impressions and checking out the competition." His grin widened and he pretended to look Stark over. "Don't worry, I intend to keep up."

[nightlightheart]

He makes another face. One that clearly states his momentary confusion. But he's a sharp guy. He'll get it right eventually.

"This morning?" Tony stares at him a moment and tries to think of what little information that he has that would make his statement make the most sense. And the thought he settles on in the end is Other Worlds.

"Well, welcome to the party, I guess," he says with a bit of a grin.

[hartless_cowboy]

"Thanks. It's great to be here," Lindsey answered, wondering what caused the confusion and the sudden clearing up of it. He didn't ask though, also figuring out that he will find out eventually if it was important.

"Considering where else I'm booked at, this is definitely the better party."

[nightlightheart]

Tony chuckles at that. The guy wasn't wrong. That was for sure. "You could say that again. Have they given you the whole spiel yet - kill or be killed; shake that money maker - that sort of thing?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"I got the gist," Lindsey answered with a carefree shrug. "Fight to the temporary death and be crowned the knight in bloodstained armor. Most of it I picked up watching that." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the large television broadcasting the arena. "Fun stuff."