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Who: Orc and you
What: Drinking to forget and failing
Where: The Bar in the Training Center (With special bonus thread set in his room later)
When: During the finale of the Arena
Warnings: Well he's a suicidal, depressed, short tempered drunk 15 year old boy trapped in a rock monster's body. I'm sure something will come up.

The bartenders and serving staff had gotten used to Orc over time. They knew if they kept the booze flowing and put him in a dark corner somewhere he would keep quiet...mostly. And the other customers wouldn't be as bothered by any rude sounds he made or if he was disgustingly slopping drink on himself or mashing food into his maw like a pig.

Orc had gotten used to the bartenders and serving staff. He knew that if he kept quiet and didn't shout they would keep bringing him drinks and not tell his handlers to get him out of the bar.

It was a semi-functional relationship that allowed Orc to try and numb every last feeling he had with alcohol and food.

That part was not as functional.

Part of the problem was there was a TV facing him. Normally the staff was smart enough to change the channel but today they had forgotten and he was watching the coverage of the games, complete with some of their top 10 kills so far.

His death at the point of Ellie's spear was number five.

Then there was the hot topic of who was dating who, some woman in a suit that looked like it was made from those fancy Christmas flowers...whatever they were called, was commenting on the possibility of Orc and...Eponine?!

"What the hell does Porcupine mean?" He muttered as the word was pasted under a picture of the two of them drinking together in the arena.

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Orc groaned a bit at the response and lay back down in his bed rubbing his eyes. The sound it made when his fingers massaged the stone covered eyelids was like a car rolling over a gravel driveway.

"I thought something might have happened." He explained though it was obvious what he'd been thinking.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. Since, you know, last I saw of you was getting shish-kebobbed last Arena."

Howard slinks over and sits on the bed, then flops over sideways so they're both laying down.

Orc rubbed his jaw unconsciously, "Shit happens." He commented on the subject of his own death before darkness settled into his beady eyes.

"Sorry I let him get to you." He muttered looking away shamefully. It was the thing that had yet to be said, the reason that Orc hadn't actively sought out Howard once Howard had finally died.

"Not your fault." Howard reaches over and rests his hand on Orc's stomach, to show through that strange bond of touch he allows so few people that things are okay. He breathes deep and nackers the air out between his lips.

It is Orc's fault. There is a furnace of resentment in Howard's guts. But he quelches that now.

"Besides. I'm okay."

So he tells himself.

"But he's still here." Orc pointed out. He knew that somewhere Aunamee was still alive and lurking in the capitol. Would he come after Howard here? Could Orc stop him now?

He allows Howard to lay his head there, he barely feels it really. But it makes Howard feel better and Howard's one of the few people Orc can comfort just by being around.

"Don't remind me," Howard says, and he means it. He doesn't need someone else to affirm the facts that he can't forget.

He's twitchier than usual. Orc might be able to feel the way his heart slams around inside his chest, the shivers along Howard's arms, even through his rocky skin.

"So. You met Eponine."

Ah, that was a good topic.

"Met her before the arena. And during. She hates you. But she loves you. And you're gay." Because he had to bring that up again. But as he kept his breathing deep and steady he must have felt thoughtful because he asked.

"So...what's going on with that." By that he meant everything, if they were back together, why she was so weird, if Howard was still gay or not. He kept it vague because Howard liked vague questions. It gave him more room to bend the truth.

Howard makes a totally not-at-all incriminating choking noise. And he bites his already-chapped lip so hard it splits.

Devoid of the guys to be honest in the one friendship he's put stock in since home, he forces a laugh. "I had to tell her something to break up with her, right?"

Orc grimaced, clearly he didn't approve of Howard's excuse, though he was at least half willing to believe it.

"She's a nice girl." He muttered in a passive aggressive way of expressing his thoughts on the matter.

"She's a crazy girl." Howard frowns and snuggles up closer to Orc. "Who got together with Aunamee to try and kill me."

"I don't think she was gonna kill you." Orc muttered. He hated arguing with Howard because he knew he couldn't win logically. Howard was smarter then him, plain and simple.

So his alternative was to be stubborn.

"Aunamee is the monster. Not her."

"And Brittney's a really nice girl, but she isn't on our side when Drake's telling her what to do." Howard frowns and sits up, one hand still on Orc's chest. "What, you soft on her or something?"

It took him a minute, he hadn't thought about Brittney in so long...

And then Howard asked that and Orc had to consider what it meant for a moment. Feeling like a smart ass for a rare moment he tapped the stones on his chest.

"I'm not soft." He pointed out.

Howard laughs, but it's forced and delayed and doesn't even feel passionate enough to be a proper lie.

"She's just mad at me, man. She'll say anything. She'll believe anything."

Orc was clearly struggling with this. Puzzling over if Howard was trying to get out of being gay, or get out of a relationship that...for the most part seemed to make him happy.

"You two seemed happy together." He pointed out and his shoulders slumped. This discussion was equal parts confusing and depressing.

Howard pauses. They were, for a while. He could have continued to lie and pretend it would stay that way. He lays back down on Orc's broad chest.

"Well, yeah. She's nice. She's cute. She's a bit of a nut, though, so don't listen to her when she talks about me. She's biased."

Well that made sense. If she was nuts how much could they really trust her?

But...well...

"She didn't seem nuts when I talked to her. On TV yes but..." He didn't know how to explain it.

"I mean not as bad as back home. They were really crazy." They being the handful of insane kids they'd had to deal with. Pick any random one.

Howard sighs deep and nestles closer, letting his head rest in the crook between Orc's chest and his chin. "You think these conditions could make someone as crazy as back home?"

It's an honest question, a scared one. Howard feels frayed, and he doesn't know how many more Arenas he can take.

"Maybe." Orc answered honestly. "I dunno, we didn't have breaks back home. Here it's like...shit. Good food. Shit. Fancy party." He held up a hand turning this way and that to demonstrate the difference between such things.

"Back home it was all horror all the time."

"I don't know. I mean, I don't want to go back to starving, but..."

As grateful as he is to the Capitol, the Arenas are easier on him. There the enemies are real and not just figments of his traumatized imagination.

"The breaks almost make it worse."

That puzzled Orc somewhat, then again during his breaks all he did was eat and drink anyway.

"Well, what do you want to do then?" He offered trying to imagine some kind of future for them to work towards.

"Same thing we always do. Survive." He stares at the ceiling. It's perfectly clean, unlike the rest of Orc's room. "I just..."

He trails off and shrugs.

I just.

Those two words had been uttered many times in the years that Howard and Orc had known each other. It meant Howard had something to say and was too afraid to say it. Even Orc knew that.

Most the time it was because Howard knew whatever he was going to say would upset Orc. And Orc didn't like being upset so he almost always let it slide. Not tonight. Maybe never again.

Things were different now.

"You just what?" He challenged.

"I just want to know if it would matter if she was telling the truth. That's all. I know your dad had some old-school views."

He tries to relax his body as much as his voice, as if none of this matters. As if it's idle talk.

Actually...Orc had thought about this a great deal in the jungle and after the fact. He was surprisingly pleased he finally got to voice his thoughts on the matter after all this time.

"Did you know Dekka was a dyke?" He started, unaware that he was probably the last person from their world who didn't know that the strong black girl who had played such an important role in the FAYZ preferred girls.

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