All bets are off! - Open!

[saveswithsong]

Who:Rat and YOU!
What: Rat is using his wound to the fullest and trying to bait people in for an easy kill. Let me know up front if you're good with just a wounding or if you're okay with your character getting killed. He'll make it quick and painless! A few people are immune, especially Hawkeye. Mindy and Garrus will be attacked if you tag.

Secondly, he's a fine actor, and will be doing his best to pass as an (admittedly quite flat yet muscular) woman when people come to him. Of course, it wouldn't be flawless since he doesn't have makeup and hair supplies at his disposal. But he's wearing a rat kigurumi for his pajamas.
When: Week 2, after Shion's dead.
Where: Any floor!
Warnings: Blood, angst, etc.

He picked out a good spot, in an area where no one was. Conveniently, there was already a blood patch on the carpet from some earlier kill. He dropped to the ground. In some ways, he hadn't a choice. He untied his hair from around itself, and let it fall in a mess over his shoulders. His leg was looking ugly. Just a little bit longer. He could survive this much.

He took a deep breath, and let out a loud, despairing, decidedly female scream. He laid out on the ground, his forehead resting on his arms. His bleeding leg was quite obvious from most of the entrance points. From between tangles of his hair, he could see one of them fairly well. His knife was securely tucked in the cuff of his sleeve.

Would taking out someone trying to 'save' him make him a bad guy? Who knew? But he knew it'd get people's attention.

Comments

i'm totally ok with wounding to the nth degree u_u

[amplifying]

Beck was wandering around a part of the museum that was strangely empty. There was something about the quiet anymore that gave him the creeps. Or it always gave him the creeps, User or no User, and it was a lot more recognizable here when his life was literally on the line. Either way, he didn't like it. Every sense alive, on the alert.

A scream cut though the silence like a knife.

He jumped at the sudden noise, clenching his hands into fists as he looked for the source. And there, some distance away, was someone lying on the floor. Was it worth the risk to go up? Why not? If the someone was around who hurt this person before, maybe he could stop them before this tribute was really dead.

Beck jogged towards the person (woman, actually, when he looked), kneeling beside her and putting a hand cautiously on her shoulder. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Sweet!

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He watched the guy come over from under his hair. He stayed mostly down on the ground, and looked up at Beck. Tears were running down his face, and some part of his hair hung in the way of getting a good look to see through his charade. "Please, help! They already killed my boyfriend!"

woooo! o7

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Beck frowned and bit his lip, before looking up and scanning over the room a second time. "I'm, I'm sorry." He shook his head, before looking back down to her, before looking right back up. "I can't go after them now. You're hurt." There was a nice, big puddle of blood to further prove that. "Here. I can take you to where I've been hiding out. There's a first aid kit I haven't used yet."

With that, Beck starts to move his arms towards her, to try and pick her up...

Re: woooo! o7

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"Oh, thank you so much," he said, with the tightness one would expect of someone that had been crying. "I'm glad not everyone here is heartless..." Juuuust a little closer. He let Beck help him up as far as one knee before the knife came out.

He went for a slice to the throat, but the angle was off. The knife sliced across one of Beck's collarbones and up along one side of his neck. It was deep enough to cause a lot of bleeding, but it was not immediately life threatening.

Re: woooo! o7

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Beck had to smile at that. "I like to think that most aren't-"

He was cut off mid-sentence by a sudden, white hot pain traveling down his neck. Beck gasped and dropped the girl back to the floor, scurrying away to his own little part of the floor. Beck gritted his teeth as he raised a hand up to where it hurt the most, right around his neck...and when he drew his hand back, it was covered in blood.

"I guess that checks you out." Beck tried to snap as best as he could, his hand pressed hard against the gash. Moving hurt. Talking hurt...he struggled to pull out his knife with a shaking hand, backing away from the girl. Person? "No wonder why nobody was around to help you."

Re: woooo! o7

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He pushed himself up on his good leg. "Oh dear, I missed," he said, still in his delicate lilt of a female voice. But his crocodile tears were gone, aside from the dirt streaks on his face. "This knife is a bit shorter than I'm used to."

He flicked his hair behind his shoulder. If only his patrons could see Eve now. He knew he couldn't close the gap fast enough to actually be able to injure Beck any further. He'd have to wait for retaliation.

Wounding on both parts is all right with me!

[hit_girl_mindy]

She was still scavenging, but definitely was not wanting yet. She was still making sure that the girls were doing ok (obviously, they found friends), and she was still moving, still looking for supplies. Things were still in flux, and she was still waiting for the Capitol to spice things up: it was bound to happen anytime now. As it was, there was still a lot to watch out for. She was not about to die easily again.

Second week still. She had to at least go beyond it, but winning was the ultimate goal. She was even going to reloot some of the old places she'd visited when she heard the scream. She looked toward the sound and saw a girl on the floor, blood around. She made a face. The blood looked like it was seeping from below, but they had their head facing down. This screamed a trap. If this person had screamed and was at least flailing, she would have suspected it was that vial of shit she's heard about earlier. No, this just seemed ALL out of place, and the less she got involved, the better.

...Yeah he's not going to let her get away without something severe 8D

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He saw someone moving through his hair, and reached a hand out toward the shape. "Please! Help!" His voice had all the markers of someone that had been sobbing uncontrollably.

It was fortunate that his hair covered most of his face, or she would have seen the cracks in his veneer. Here was his chance for revenge, so soon. He wondered what of him she'd seen while she'd been killing Shion, but this was a chance he'd have to take.

"They even brought children here?..." he said, as though he were merely speaking out loud. "Have they no mercy at all?"

[Sorry about all the edits! I should be good now!]

Mindy is going to make him earn every bit! She took out someone's eye last time!

[hit_girl_mindy]

Good Samaritans were all around. They looked at people in pain and wanted to help. But Mindy? She's heard people who needed help scream in the night and find no help, not until she came by. There was no person remaining, and still no sign of a struggle. All of this echoed something dark, something played to the situation.

"Yeah, they did." She was curt now, a little away. "What happened to you?"

This should be fun~~

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He tugged on the bloody leg of his clothing. "My leg..." It was authentic, but clearly an old wound, a few parallel deep gashes caused by what must have been a claw. There was a pattern of a t-shirt tied around it, but it had bleed through and the wounds were simply bare above and below it. "It hurts so much... I just can't take it..." He started to try to stand up. The pain was genuine, and it took focus for him to react to it how Eve would. He came up to a seated position, and gently picked up the leg to straighten it in front of him.

"But... my boyfriend..." He looked down to the ground, and ran a hand over the blood stain. As though he had once occupied that space.

Re: This should be fun~~

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Probably dead, him," she said, still eyeing this situation. There had been plenty of people she'd seen just come into the games. This seemed...fishy. Mindy had failed to notice a setup back home, and the mistake had made her an orphan in the thick of it: this was not a time to repeat that mistake. Not like this. Definitely would see more wailing. She knew grieving people.

"They drag him away?"

Re: This should be fun~~

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He nodded, and pulled his good leg up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around it, and settled his hands over his foot. His face was streaked with dirt from tears, and more came down. He rested his chin on the point of his knee, and stared just off to Mindy's right. "I didn't even get to say goodbye to him...."

[futilecycle]

Sigma's response to the scream was immediate, too trusting to even consider the possibility of a trap: his mask discarded, the Doctor ran towards the sound. He rounded the corner of the culture exhibit and gasped, identifying the 'woman' at once. Recognizing the colour and length of her hair, her voice, Sigma shouted for her without thinking. "Eve!" He choked on what were to be the next words, I'm coming, realizing she should not know him. He hoped his slip of the tongue would go unnoticed.

Kneeling down next to her, he pulled his first aid kit from his pack at once.

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He couldn't make out who it was immediately because of how his vision was obscured, but as soon as he heard that name, it could only be one person. He lifted his head, in surprise that was actually partially genuine. He gawked at him briefly. He looked nothing like him. Well, in the eyes and the jaw, he was there.... "...Sigmund?"

[futilecycle]

Sigma had chosen that name because it was familiar enough that he would react to it, and this intended effect backfires on him spectacularly: he raises his head to look her in the eye as 'she' calls his pseudonym. Then, he goes white.

"That's not my name," he coughs, pretending to be confused as he returns his gaze to her leg, ripping open the first aid kit with a clatter. He is glad the light is dim enough that she can not see him slowly turn red. How horrible it would be if she thought of him as some dirty old man!

The Doctor falls for Rat's trick even without the makeup or gown.Only the women were given one-pieces, he believed, and Sigma does not think twice. "..I have to take your leg. Is that alright?"

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He tilted his head a bit. "Oh. My mistake. You remind me of a man I met in my dreams once. I suppose he was only in my dreams."

He let Sigma do what he would with his leg. Despite the man's denial, he was very familiar. And it wasn't like Eve to stab her fans. Rikiga was the exception that proved the rule.

But he quickly put a hand over his wound without touching it. "Please no, sir. Even with it like this I can still get around on my own. Without it, I'd be as good as dead." He really didn't care if the toes were turning black and falling off. He'd prop himself up on it as best he could.

[futilecycle]

For an instant the Doctor's blush intensifies, then leaves him as he regains his composure, remembering he was no longer young. What a terrible joke he had played on her! Promising to protect her and then no-showing... he swore never to string a young lady along again.

Sigma sighed sympathetically at her response, surprised that was the meaning she had taken away from his question. Perhaps she misunderstood; the poor, frightened girl. "I am only asking for your permission to touch you. All I want is to patch it up, I swear. I have no intentions of amputating it." He cringed behind his calm smile. "You do not need to tell me how unpleasant it is to lose a limb."

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He fluttered his eyes and sighed with relief when he corrected himself. "Oh, that's alright, then." He didn't totally buy the guy's explanation. There was something weird here. He moved so he was more comfortably sat on the floor, and Sigma could more easily see the damage done.

"Do whatever you can, please," he told him. "I would be forever in your debt."

[swill]

He had heard the intercom, had recognized Shion's name, had twisted his face in a grimace and let it end at that. Any mourning would be for his sake, instead of for the boy's, because the guy was being-- what did Hawkeye know? He couldn't fathom it. He couldn't ever quite understand how the Capitol brought back the dead. But Shion might be tucking himself in bed at that moment, or might still be in a morgue and frozen and being sewn together by robots. After the announcements, he had found a nook in the third floor and fallen asleep. He thought it was a victory, a small one, that he made the third and second floors his camps. Slowly but surely, he was crawling up the building-- slowly but surely, he was getting away from that damned basement.

In mid-sleep, his gut twisted because he shouldn't have been so complacent. He hadn't helped anything at all. In mid-realization, he jumped.

Someone had screamed, and that someone was close. Maybe this time would be different, and in an instant Hawkeye is slinking towards the source. It doesn't take long before he sees the figure on its own, before he catches the smell of the injury. Oh Christ, he thinks, and he's still too asleep to make out distinctive features. But he saw no weapon at the ready, saw no other movement around. Rushing forward, he wouldn't have had the time to survey the surroundings all that well, anyway. What a lousy time to not have a first aid kit. For the love of God, why didn't he have a first aid kit? "Easy," he starts, kneeling where Rat's laid himself out, disarming and low. "I'm here to help."

But he'll be damned if the hair didn't look familiar and--

ah-ha.

"I'm going to help," he repeats, stricter.

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Rat recognized him as well. Then Eve faded away and he smirked. "Are you here for the damsel in distress?" he asked, in his own voice. In a flash, he had the knife out and against Hawkeye's neck, but he didn't cut him at all. "I guess there's more clueless people out here than just Shion."

After a beat he put the knife away. "I've got some supplies stuck behind that panel there." He pointed to a display's platform. If you looked closely, the front layer of wood had been pried off with a knife and a small cache of food, a first aid kit, and even a crossbow were stowed inside.

[swill]

Cute he wanted to bite out, but there was that pesky one-letter difference between it and 'cut', which, with Rat's knife pressing against his neck as it was, wasn't a great idea to be giving out. Hawkeye figured he must be more tired than he had thought himself if he didn't even move to wrangle the knife out of the boy's hands and instead only froze in place. No flinch, no wince, just the bored and impatient expression of someone tired of the game. He didn't even huff out the frustrated little breath for fear he'd be nicked, and only let Rat's words wash over him.

A tough guy. Gal. Cute.

He's released and feeling cold, still manages to find the stash and bring back only the first aid kid. Not waiting for permission, he's pushing the pajama fabric up Rat's leg, unless the boy starts thrashing, to get a better look at the wound and mess. "That's your plan?" He asks, irritation finally bleeding through. "Stay here and look pretty and do some guys in? --well I've got news for you. Your legs aren't that great."

Jesus, these kids were all insane.

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He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he wasn't above messing with them a little. He didn't really flinch much, but it was more out of will than anything. "Ah, but a ballgown and some stage lights make a world of difference. For now, a pretty voice and a batting of eyelashes is enough."

He just hoped he had better ideas for the leg than Sigmund did. "What's the prognosis, Doc? The last guy wanted to cut it off and end my dancing career."

[swill]

"Too bad you've only got the eyelashes," he shoots back, short and dry and everything Rat's games weren't. Banter, though, he couldn't resist. After a clear look at the gash and the swollen skin around, exposed flesh wanting to find any semblance of what it used to be to hold on to, he clicks his tongue. A simple tut, because the alternative would be to ask how or why and Hawkeye thought he knew those answers already. Something that slips from him for a moment is the mention of the Last Guy, and it isn't until he starts prying open the first aid kit and searching for an ointment, isn't until he slips a hand in a pocket of his to take out a strip of cloth, clean as can be and acting as a bandage now, it seems, that Hawkeye mouths a confused little "Who-"

Then he starts actually answering Rat's little question. "Bad."

Was that good enough for the fella? Possibly not. "I don't know what you were thinking trying to brave it out when you should have stayed off it. Is that really why you planted yourself here? It hurts you? It's infected, that's what. And unlike Whoever-The-Hell you saw before, I'm not interested in an amputation." The ointment went on the cloth strip, the tube of it unmarked, and Hawkeye only hoped the sponsors in their fucking infinite wisdom and magical medicines had given a cure-- if a solution to this mess was only that simple. And because Rat is a boy who just rubs him the wrong way, Hawkeye added, "For one, because I don't have a bone saw handy." Which was such poor form, but.

They'd live.

Mind a late tag?~

[acro_bat_ic]

Barbara had tried to train herself out of responding to things like this. Screams were just part of the parcel. People died - either early or late. It wasn't as if it was permanent. Sometimes it didn't even hurt.

All of which went through the redhead’s mind, every time she heard a scream. As she moved toward the voice, of course.... Maybe people who followed logic didn't dress up as a bat or play super hero.

She at least had the sense to move cautiously when she approached Rat. But it was less worry over him, and more what might have downed the "girl."

Not at all! Apologies for the late return, too

[saveswithsong]

He saw a young girl come his way, but she didn't look at all like the girl he was looking for, so he wasn't on complete alert, but he wasn't letting his guard down either.

He pushed his hair out of his face. "P-Please, don't hurt me. I'm not armed!" He spread his shaking, quivering, hands out on the carpet to show that.