[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

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."

[nightlightheart]

"A regular blast, let me tell you. Didn't do so hot this round. Obviously," Tony gestures at himself and gives a shrug. "But still in one piece so it could be worse.

"What district did they assign you?" he then asks as though it might possibly matter, even though he was fairly certain at this point, it didn't. Aside from who got to eat decently once a victor was crowned. From what he'd heard so far, his 'district' could use a bit of help in that area but he wasn't sure he was exactly motivated enough to care. At all. Which might make him feel a bit guilty, if he hadn't been, you know, kidnapped.

[hartless_cowboy]

"The great thing about places like this, they always find a way to fix you up to do it all over again." Lindsey's grin contained just enough edge to make it cutting without it being improper.

"District 5, power," Which was ironically very suitable for him. In fact, even before making it up to his floor, he felt like he fit right in already.

"How about you?" Unlike Stark though, Lindsey figured that these categories did matter. Categorizing always did on some level, although he hadn't figured out what it was yet. Something about sponsors? He can find out later.