[open] Shame, such a shame...

[shiftingurbulls]

Who| Ellis and open to anyone!
What| El is assmad at being killed so early and then furious at Nick the Dick's death
Where| D4 Suite, D7 Suite, and everywhere in between!
When| Starting Week 2
Warnings/Notes| El's use of the English language is a wonder to behold, mentions of death by fire and zombies

[District 4 Suite]
Dying on the first day was so not what Ellis had planned for this Arena, as he woke up and thrashed in his bed. Within that room is a tornado of anger as the mechanic wished he would have done things differently. He promised Nick and Rochelle that he'd be helpful, that he wouldn't be a burden....and now he was back here and useless to his friends and those he considered family. He was absolutely livid at himself.

So yes, he'll be sitting in the common area for his assigned District, fuming along with the reports and the bloody spectable. This was unfair! He wanted to get out there and keep the promise he made at the bar!

[District 7 Suite]

When news of Nick's death came along, the first thing Ellis did was rush up to District 7 with a weary but still optimistic grin on his face. Death wasn't permanent here, right? At least that's what the mechanic firmly believed. That sourpuss must be raising hell too, he thought as he walked along the hall and knocked on the door.

"Man oh man, yer lucky Coach ain't here to have seen yer fairy-ass, only me an' Ro! " he called out to the closed door, hoping for any sort of response, hell even an insult, but would get none. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Ellis leaned his ear to the door, and let out a small whisper, "Nick, are ya there? Talk to me...you're scarin' me. Are ya screwin' around? Because tha's wha' tha' diva Compson's for, cut it out!"

He sat against the door, not unlike a hopeful dog waiting for his friend, waiting for an answer from his suit-wearing survivor. He couldn't be dead for real, right? "Nick, please don't be gone...please..."

For once since the Green Flu, Ellis was alone again. And it terrified him more than any Tank, Witch, or monster the Capitol had in store for the Tributes.
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Comments

[theyoungperish]

He'd be startled to hear it, actually. Chuck might be a Victor, but he hadn't won his Game through alliances. He'd won it through sheer luck and a bit of skill, but he'd do his best to pass that later bit on. And he'd do his best to provide as much support as possible, too.

Still, he simply shakes his head, grinning faintly but sharply at the energy. It's amusing, in its own way. "Don't apologize, use it."

Chuck might not be the guy to be giving out healthy coping though, just saying. He slips his hands in his pockets, head tipped, looking pleased that at least one of his tributes is taking this seriously.

"I expect to see you in the Training Center then, Derek and I'll both be there."

[shiftingurbulls]

Give Ellis the time and space to recover and the mechanic bounces back like he's made of rubber. He's no stranger to loss and he makes sure that he lives on for that person's memory. As much as it hurt to lose so early in the game, he's already grabbing the nearest water bottle off an Avox's tray, nods in thanks.

"I might head on over right now, if y'all don't mind," he assured his boss-er, mentor, "Thanks though. For...well, for bein' here. It ain't yer job to be listenin' to yer Tribute's story, but I appreciate it."

[theyoungperish]

It's a good view, one Chuck definitely appreciates in what little he's seen of Ellis. He fits right in with both his mentors, living on as much as possible, forging forward because that's all they can do.

Chuck watches as Ellis eagerly snags a water bottle, readying to head off to the gym. This went a lot better than Chuck expected it to, and he simply nods, easily.

"Don't worry 'bout it, ain't the worst I've dealt with." Yeah, because he deals with Derek everyday, gross. "We'll see you around later, and work on things then."