Gonna walk away from trouble with my head held high

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac & Jason Todd
What| Jason tries to kill Courfeyrac. Somehow Courfeyrac kills Jason instead.
Where| 4th Floor - The Fossil Hall Barricade
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Character death.

He'd had too much time on his hands lately. After Venus had retreated to the cafe to stay with Kankri, Courfeyrac had maintained his position in the barricade of one. It probably wasn't safe to stay alone anymore, not in such an obvious and inviting target, but he was having a difficult time in wanting to leave. It was comforting in the barricade. While he was tucked inside it's makeshift fossil walls he felt like he was safe and sound. But he was also faced with something he hadn't faced before: survivor's guilt. Having outlived Joly, Marius, Cosette, and Max (and Cindy...) he felt entirely weighed down.

At least he still had his pistol. Small thing that it was, it gave him an inordinate amount of comfort. His friends might be dead, but he still had his little cache of supplies and he still had a pistol. He was loathe to fire it at anyone, and he'd made a quiet agreement with himself that he would not shoot first. However, he was glad to have it on him, glad to clean it and care for it, and glad that if he had to, he could defend himself and the little camp his friends had built with him.

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He was running on empty. He felt drained in ways he hadn't experienced before. Not even before before, when he'd been dead the first time. He had a headache now, almost perpetually, and his throat felt rough and dry. It wasn't really possible to die from exposure indoors, but starvation and fatigue wasn't that much better of a fate.

The barricade, if it could really be called that, seemed like an oasis in the desert when he saw it. Its rough and shambled structure held the promise that, at some point at least, people had been there. Maybe, just maybe, they had left something behind.

He grinned to himself, or tried to anyway. Jason's skin felt rough even to him, presumably from the grime and dehydration. He tightened his grip on the crowbar as he scaled the uneven walls, climbing hand over dinosaur bone toward his goal.

[libertin]

Courfeyrac was ripped from the hazy promise of a restless nightmare and plopped right back into the sickening reality that he was in the Arena still. He blinked slowly, senses slowly returning to him just in time for alarm to race through him. He could hear someone coming. He could almost feel the person's weight bending and moving the bones.

Thank God he had his gun. He didn't want to use it. He never wanted to use it. But he had it, and maybe he could scare whoever it was away with it. Then again, perhaps they had a gun, too. The elevators had been very generous. Or it could be a friendly face. Venus, returning for a visit, or even her friend that she spoke so fondly of. What was his name? Kan... something?

The only clear thing to do was to take position and wait for visual confirmation of his target.