[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

[hartless_cowboy]

"Sure I can," Lindsey answered back, happy to prove his brother wrong. He was already picking up the little brother act quite well. That was when he opened his shirt and showed Eliot the two bullet scars that covered his chest.

"Funny how these hell dimension works, they can pull you every which way after you're dead."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot raised an eyebrow at the bullet scars on his brother's chest. "Who do I have to kill for that?" he asked simply. He wasn't going to bother arguing with his twin about the whole being dead thing. Once Lindsey got an idea in his head, it was almost impossible to change his mind. He doubted that had changed since they were in highschool.

[hartless_cowboy]

"Lucky you, you might actually get the chance," Lindsey quipped after letting his shirt drop by close. As he did the buttons up, he grinned at his brother, not at all finding the topic they were talking about to be strange. "After I'm through with him anyway. I'm sure they'll put the chunks back together for you to have your chance."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot stared at Lindsey for a moment. "You're saying they're here? As a Tribute?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"Smart boy, guessed it in one." He shrugged and leaned back in his seat, glancing to the large tv that showed the happenings of the Arena still.

[retrieverchef]

"Stop being an ass, Linds," Eliot retorted. "I might not be the geek you always were but I've never been stupid. And you know it."

[hartless_cowboy]

"A lot can happen in twenty years," Lindsey pointed out, not at all remorseful for being the ass his brother was labeling him as.

"I heard the army takes thinking out of people."

[retrieverchef]

"I ain't been military at all for thirteen years," Eliot retorted. "And the army might take thinkin' outta people but Special Forces puts it back in. Besides, I heard law school takes the common sense outta people. Or at least decent taste."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Touche," Lindsey answered with a laugh. He clapped his brother's shoulder with a grin. "It's good seeing you again, Eli. So how long did you say you've been here?"

And hence he successfully avoided talking about Lorne.

[retrieverchef]

"This was my second time in," Eliot said slowly, calculating the amount of time in his head. "So about a month."

[hartless_cowboy]

"So how long before the next game?" Lindsey asked, genuinely curious about how this whole game business happened.

[retrieverchef]

"Depends on how long this one lasts," Eliot said. "We'll have about a week in between if they keep the same pace they have so far."

[hartless_cowboy]

"A week and a few more days." Lindsey pretended think about it before he grinned widely. "That's plenty of time to party."

[retrieverchef]

"It's a party, all right," Eliot drawled somewhat dryly. Not quite dry enough to sound sarcastic.

[hartless_cowboy]

Passing right by the sarcasm, Lindsey grinned widely and slapped a hand on his brother's back. "That's great. You can show me the sights after I settle in my place. They said something about the fifth floor?"

[retrieverchef]

"Yeah, you're on the fifth floor," Eliot confirmed. "I can take you up, if you want. But I'm on the third so I can't go in with you."

[hartless_cowboy]

"What stops you from coming up?" Lindsey asked, doing well to sound casual. His interest in the matter was well masked by innocent curiosity.

[retrieverchef]

"We're not allowed on each other's floors," Eliot explained. "And that boat's not worth rockin' just because I'm a bit curious."

[hartless_cowboy]

"What happens if you do?" he asked, adding, "Say, by accident." Lindsey wondered if Eliot even knew if his brother was afraid of rocking the boat.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sighed and shook his head. "It's not worth finding out. If I wanna find out what they'll do if I cross them, I'm gonna make sure I do it over something that actually means something."

NOT afraid, damnit. I probably was half asleep.

[hartless_cowboy]

"Huh." Which meant no one knew. Very curious. "And no one has done something like that before?" If so, it might just be worth finding out if it was something that could be gotten away with.

You should have seen what I was typing last night before I finally gave up!

[retrieverchef]

"Not that I've heard. And, Lindsey, don't get any crazy ideas. I can't fight your way outta trouble this time," Eliot admonished with a sideways glance at his twin.

Something just as bad?

[hartless_cowboy]

"Don't need you to fight your way out for me," Lindsey answered, though he was quick to back it up with a reassuring smile. "I was just curious, asking so I can avoid it. Don't worry."

Worse......

[retrieverchef]

"Yeah, sure, Linds," Eliot retorted. "I only grew up with you. I couldn't possibly recognize that look."

[hartless_cowboy]

"You mean the one you see in the mirror?" Lindsey gave Eliot a friendlier smile and elbowed him lightly. "I wouldn't do what you wouldn't. If you say you wouldn't break the rules, I wouldn't either."