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[pursuitofcappiness]

Who| Steve and Venus
What| Fresh kills :>
Where| Arena 1
When| Within the first half hour
Warnings| Uh... well, Steve's dying...

He kind of vaguely feels that he's been poisoned, considering that everything is woozy and the bright colors seem to swirl in a sinister way, leaving him with a pounding headache. But that's not the problem. The problem is that his body isn't listening to him. It was alright at first, but then things just seemed to get worse. He's not making it out of here alive.

He's on the ground now, though his mind has taken awhile to register where he is, since it still thinks he's standing upright. No, he tripped on the cape. When did he trip on the cape?

He has to get up. Steve has to get up.

Steve didn't even get to see them, the rest of the group, couldn't spot them past all the garish costumes... What's even happening to him?

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[celebrityskinned]

The Cornucopia's nearly over, and Venus hasn't managed to acquire a single thing except for a few bruises along her elbows and knees. Most everyone's fled the Cornucopia, and those that haven't are lying in twitching, unphotogenic heaps on the ground. Venus is pretty sure the zombie guy's covered in black vomit. Ugh.

Keeping her eyes on the others around the periphery of the Cornucopia, some still looking like they might jump a body if they get to close, she stalks over to a guy still trying to get up. There's nothing to fight over, but she doesn't turn her back on anyone.

There may still be some screentime to steal, though. She looks down at the man a few feet from her. "Stand up and hit me like a man, honey."

[pursuitofcappiness]

He's got nothing but a red cape and fresh blood on his chest covering the S. It's his own, and he does try to stand up. She'll be it, then, she'll be the one to kill him. "I'd love to," he says, because he would. Steve Rogers doesn't back down from a fight, standing on his last leg feeling the ground is the sky.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asks. He doesn't know her, hasn't seen her around, but she's so young. He hates it when they're young, he thinks it means they've never taken a life before.

[celebrityskinned]

"Got nothing better to do," she says, head and hips cocked at easy angles, as if this is all second nature. It is, by now. "Besides, you're good-looking. They'll bring you back next time, no problem."

She grabs him by the shoulders and hoists him to stand up. "But I'm not quite enough of a jerk to kick a man when he's down."

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"They'll bring us all back," he says nonchalantly, but gets up again. "I won't let you just cut me down, so don't go easy. All I have's the cape, make sure to wrap someone's wounds with it," he commands as a last request, hoping that his case of woozy is isolated. He tries to get into a fighting position.

"Name's Steve, by the way."

[celebrityskinned]

"I'm Venus. I'd say a pleasure, but." She shrugs and cracks her neck. "I don't break promises to the dead, usually."

Which is why she won't agree to it off the bat. Her mouth twists to the side in a photogenic smirk. "Ready for me?"

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Sure," he replies, brow furrowing as he tries to keep his concentration. This shouldn't be a difficult kill for her. After a few deaths, this almost feels like a relief. That's the worst part of it, for him.

[celebrityskinned]

"I won't hurt you too bad. I'm not cruel." She shrugs, and then she throws a punch straight for his temple.

[pursuitofcappiness]

He falls. He can't believe it either. He falls, and he's dizzy trying to get back up. "Not what I'm afraid of," he says plainly, though his speech is already slurred.

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[celebrityskinned]

Venus bends down and places her hands to the side of his face. Feels those pretty cheekbones. Bats her eyelashes a little for the cameras she knows are everywhere.

She plants her lips on his, close-mouthed, chaste but still forceful. This is perfect, she thinks. This is good television.

And, she thinks, this is a merciful distraction for him as she pulls her mouth away and snaps his neck.

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[pursuitofcappiness]

He's not expecting that, not at all, so he's not expecting it when she snaps his neck, though he does remember his last thought being surprise that she pulled off that move so effortlessly. This isn't her first time doing that, he surmises, and right before he dies, he thinks that makes him feel all the more sorry.

[celebrityskinned]

She lets him fall to the ground with the sort of meaty sound that men tend to have. She looks through his costume, but as expected, finds nothing.

And she leaves him there as she walks away.