So will someone come and carry me home [open]

[wantwhatiwant]

Who| Ian and you!
What| Your typical "but aren't I supposed to be dead" post with extra drinking and Bad Life Decisions.
Where| District 6 suites, the common room then district 2 suites
When| Week 7, a few days after his death. When he wakes up
Notes| Just your typical after arena fare, though expect some mild to medium language. Oh and underage drinking.

[District 6 suites] Ian woke on a cold metal table and wondered if he was in hell. Not that he really believed there was a hell, but if there was that's where he'd be heading and as he had just been killed by a fucking teenage mutant ninja turtle, it was an obvious assumption.

He was soon surrounded by people telling him to stay calm, and he could return to his rooms once they thought he was stable enough and he realised he wasn't in hell at all. He was alive.

Following a tongueless woman back to his room Ian wasn't sure which he would have preferred. His head was reeling, things were beginning to make sense. Blaine having been in three arena's the way things were set up.

He had definitely died. He hadn't been sure with the poison, plenty of stuff could feel like death. But that turtle... He wouldn't have survived that. Not even barely. He had died, and now he was back and that should be a good thing.

Except it meant he had to do that again, the arena, the loneliness, the finding people to see them die, the being killed. Once the Avox had left him he hit the showers, finding the hottest setting he could deal with and standing there for a long time.

He didn't feel, physically, like he had been in a desert for six... maybe seven weeks. He didn't feel like he had starved, like he had been burned by the sun and not enough clothing. Like he had almost frozen to death.

In fact, he felt the side of his mouth and his eye. They were still a little tender, no bruising visible anymore, just ghosts of pain that had faded completely weeks ago. Back now.

He couldn't stay in the shower forever, he looked round his room for clothes. He had more than he had ever owned before, and most of them were ridiculous. He pulled on some trousers, a turtle neck jumper. He's be a little too warm but six weeks of practically being naked bar a loin cloth and later a robe had taken it's toll.

Once dressed he walked out into the lounge, hovering at the doorway in case there was anyone there.

[Common room] He eventually left the suite, and made his way downstairs. All the TV's were on and Ian winced as he saw some tribute he didn't know get snapped up by something. It seemed to be invisible.

Nothing shocked him anymore. He went to the bar and ordered a drink, which soon turned into six as he tried to block out what had just happened.

Part of him noted that he wasn't dealing with this very well. He had joined the army, knew that was going to be tough. Expected to have to see people die. But somehow this was different, he hadn't chosen this and half the people in the arena were kids.

He had never signed up to kill kids. He downed another drink to block out Lip's voice, probably calling him a hypocrite or something. He missed him. Missed them all, and he had left without telling them. He'd planned to ring, of course he had, but now he had no chance. He hadn't said goodbye, just vanished, and they didn't need anyone else just vanishing on them.

Shit he was as bad as Monica. That thought required another few drinks to squash.

[District 2 suites] Ian could barely walk, and though it made him feel queasy he was glad there was an elevator. Because he couldn't even contemplate stairs. Mickey lived on two right? He stumbled out and found the door, knocking on it, not seeming to realise people probably needed rest and quiet and not a drunk kid banging at their door. "Mickey?" He shouted, "You there?"

Comments

[mediumdrip]

Blaine smirked a bit. "I'm grateful I never had to wear Cooper's hand-me-downs. His fashion sense isn't exactly my taste."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah neither was Lip's exactly." Not that Ian really had a taste in clothes, but he might have, if he'd got to chose his own.

"Cooper your brother?"

[mediumdrip]

"Yeah. He's much older than I am though. Is Lip yours?"

[wantwhatiwant]

"One of them." Ian grinned though it was tinged with sadness, though he had been leaving them anyways he missed them. "You get on with Cooper despite him being much older?"

[mediumdrip]

"Only recently. He can be pretty critical, but we made up pretty recently the last time he came to visit," Blaine explained. He felt homesick too, but it was nice to talk about this stuff to someone, just to make sure that the memories were still there. "How many do you have?"

[wantwhatiwant]

"That's good at least, sucks that you didn't get on before." The longest Ian and Lip had fallen out was about two weeks, and it had been hell.

"I've got three brothers, and two sisters."

[mediumdrip]

"Wow. Were do you fit in, age-wise?" he asked, impressed by such a big family.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Third eldest." He said with a small grin, "Fiona's twenty two, Lip's a couple of years older than me, next one after me is Deb's, she's just turned thirteen, Karl's eleven and then Liam's three."

[mediumdrip]

"Wow. That's a big variety for your parents," Blaine pointed out. "They're paying for college and changing diapers."

[wantwhatiwant]

At the mention of his parents the smile faded, to be replaced with a sullen look, his hands going deeper into his pockets.

"They're not paying for shit." He muttered, "And no ones in college, unless Lip gets a scholarship and he should because he's a fucking genius." And Mandy had worked hard on applying to all those colleges for him.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine pressed his lips together, realizing that he had said the wrong thing. "And I guess it wouldn't matter anyway, since you're here..."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian realised that he had made Blaine uncomfortable, impressively since his brain was trying to work through the alcohol. He shrugged and have a rueful grin.

"Yeah, I hope their not too worried. My siblings I mean," he waved his hand, "Parents are deadbeats. Fiona has legal guardianship over us all. She's probably half worried sick and half planning to kick my ass when she finds me."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine raised his brow a bit. "Oh man, I never even thought of what my parents are going through," he groaned. "I was so worried about everything going on here."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian winced, "Sorry." He shook his head. "I worried from the start. I didn't even tell them I was enlisting so a load of my stuff is gone, they'll think I ran away or some stupid shit like that."

[mediumdrip]

"Man, that probably means you're a better son than I am," Blaine admitted. "I was always worried about my friends."

[wantwhatiwant]

"I'm a shit son." They got to the bar and Ian sat down, "But I try to be a good brother." He shrugged, he had only really had one friend and she had practically lived with them the last year anyways. "What do you want?" He nodded at the door.

[mediumdrip]

"What do you recommend?" Blaine asked. "I've only gotten drunk twice."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Only twice?" Ian raised his eyebrow, and ordered two beers with a smile. "Let's make this a third time then."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine chuckled a bit. "The first time I kissed a girl. It was weird."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian couldn't help himself, he let out a laugh. "Alright, I've never been that drunk."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine laughs. "Oh? You've never had a bisexual crisis over alcohol?"

[wantwhatiwant]

Okay, he needs to breathe. He shook his head through the laughter, "No, can't say I ever have."

[mediumdrip]

"It was... really confusing. I'm not even going to lie. Kurt was pretty pissed off at me too. He and Rachel are really good friends. At least it was before he and I got together."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Ouch." Ian pulled a sympathetic face. "Don't worry, if it looks like you're going to hit on any girls I'll stop you."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine chuckled then. "Oh. Thank you. I will probably need that."