I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore

[somegrimshit]

Who| Rochelle and Open!
What| Rochelle just got here. What's going on, where am I? Why does everyone make a face when I ask about Nick???
Where| Around the Tribute Center
When| After the arena
Warnings/Notes| Possibly swearing at some point? Discussions of violence, probably.



Was this the rescue they'd worked so hard for? Was this the rescue that her and her team had dragged themselves through hell, chased by zombies, tanks, witches, and every special type of infected that walked this godforsaken earth? The last thing she remembered was making it to the helicopter, a tank close on her heels. It'd been a close one, but when she'd reached out, sturdy hands gripped her, as they always did when she needed them to. Whose hands, it didn't matter, because they were all a unit, each depending on the others for survival.

But this was different. The Hunger Games, they said. Battle to the death, they said. Like some kind of Battle Royale, except instead of Japanese kids in a dystopian future...It was her. Also in a dystopian future. Well, shit. She knew that there had been a lot of issues with carriers, people immune but exposed. They'd been gunned down by the military (though her sources on this were scribbles in pen on walls), but it seemed a little...excessive, to shuttle them in a helicopter to compete in some kind of blood match.

She is careful, as she walks, slowly going around the suite, looking into her room, walking down the hallway and exploring the areas available to her. She's thinking, mind whirling, but stays calm. Anyone who sees her will notice, she doesn't seem to be panicking, but there's a way that she watches everyone around her, quietly observing them.

She hasn't seen people in a long time, besides her teammates, but even as she quietly looks around at these new faces, she feels lonely. Three shadows are missing from her side, and she constantly turns to speak, asking Nick what he made of this, about to joke to Coach they ought to find the cafeteria, asking Ellis if he saw anyone looking friendly.

Her priorities were ordered neatly: Find her boys, find out what's going on, find weapons, and escape.

Rochelle can be located pretty much anywhere she's allowed in the Tribute Center, and might approach friendlier-looking people. Those who aren't so friendly-looking can come over and figure out who the new meat is.

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[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn nodded soberly. "Huge, and labyrinthine," she agreed, looking around. "I've seen nowhere like it. But doubtless they seek you too, if you were lost together?" It was what she would have done - would be doing now, if looking for her husband didn't mean accepting that he might have been dragged here too. "If so, I doubt not that you will find one another. Vast as this place is, it is not infinite."

[somegrimshit]

"I would hope they'd be looking for me." Was her reply, pressing her lips together. She knew it had to be true. They were a team, they operated as a unit. One of them fell, the others came to fetch them. If the three of them were together, they'd be looking for her. If everyone was apart, they'd all be trying to locate each other, just as she was. "I don't know if I should hope they're here or not--But I'm not sure what I'll do if they aren't." She rubbed the back of her head, looking puzzled by the idea. "I can't get too far alone. I haven't traveled by myself in...God, I have no idea how long we were together. But it feels like forever."

[shieldofrohan]

"Being alone is a heavy burden," she agreed, quietly. Unlike Rochelle, her own experience of being alone was still raw and recent; that time spent at Edoras with Éomer banished, Théodred dead, and Théoden sick beyond healing were all too close, even more than a year on. She had travelled alone, aye, but she would wish it on nobody. Sighing, she closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them, she looked thoroughly determined. "You know them, as I do not. If they seek you, and do not find you, and believe you gone, what will they do then?"