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All bets are off! - Open!

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.

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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.

"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?"

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...."

Bleh. Romances. She could do without that, and liked hearing about it even less. Romance had nothing to do with the Arena unless both people could kill just as equally and efficiently.

"Sorry," Mindy said flatly, "But he'll be back, so its not that big a deal. You should get up now. You got to keep moving."

He got a little bolder, and pushed the rest of his hair out of his face. "I suppose you're right... I've never had to deal with anything like this before..." He still stared off a bit, as if going off down memory lane without Mindy.

Then he looked up at her again. He held a hand out toward her. "Could you help me up? I'm afraid I'm quite useless like this..."

Help them out. This sung of a trap and Mindy was not about to get duped. For now, though, play it safe. Remember where you saw the blood. There is blood. Just in case.

"If you're sure," she said, extending her hand, eye not leaving the crumpled girl.

He accepted the help up without incident. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I am Eve. And your name, my dear?" He leaned heavily on his good leg, only using the other to maintain balance.

Mindy was still wary, but at least starting to ease into the situation. So far, so good. She relaxed a little.

"Mindy," she said. "Eve. Sounds like the name of my mentor. How long have you been here?"

He ran his fingers through some of the tangles in his hair. "This is no kind of state for me to be in to leave a good first impression. Especially with all of Panem watching." Well, at least he hoped they were.

He'd had his patience tested long enough. He moved as quick as he could before she stepped out of reach again. One hand went for her hair, to yank it down and to one side. His other had the knife out and was headed for her neck. His movements were definitely practiced and fast, but not as quick as they could be.

Mindy felt the seizing of her hair and actually smiled. She had really hoped this was at trap, because it had seemed fishy from the start and the overall story line was tired. Mindy had no intention of dying though, so once the hand went for her hair she jerked to life, moving her leg under his quickly and a flash of steel let him know that yes, she'd had a knife on her too.

He'd been quick, but she was smaller, faster, and had been training since her first Arena death.

Under normal circumstances, he'd be able to take that sweep, but being on his feet was actually a disadvantage to him in some regards. So he went down, but he didn't let go of her hair, so she'd be coming with him.

His bleeding leg was good for something, though. He swung it out from the hip, trying to get it on her so he could get on top. He also sliced out with his knife trying to get what he could reach.

A bleeding leg to hold her down? Come on dude, not smart. She had noticed the leg, and it was still on her mind even as they both went down. Trying to use it to hold her down, however, was a mistake, because now Mindy was wrenching it forward, narrowly missing his knife. Her movement didn't have to get too animated yet, because the leg slowed him down, and she wasn't about to let him slice her.

She rolled out and kipped up, knife in hand.

He rose up on one knee as quick as he could. That put his weight on the knee of his bad leg, though, and that would not abide long. "I was rather hoping you'd come by, my dear," he said, maintaining Eve's character.

He stayed down, very much at the disadvantage here. He was counting on her retaliating for any subsequent openings.

"You were?" Mindy got a disgusted look on her face. "What are you, some kind of pedo? That's strange, man. Keep me out of your kinks."

Because seriously, pretending he was a chick and then fighting her? Kind of fucked up. The knife had not left her hand though, and she was circling him.

He didn't take his eyes off of her. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that is far from the case. You see, that's not the case here at all. What we have here is a revenge tale for the ages. One that ancient pens have put to paper for centuries," he replied.

"Revenge?" She looked at him carefully, knife in hand. "Well, you definitely don't look like anyone I saw on my world, and I haven't really done much, so I'm gonna guess you're a friend to the pale kid I offed."

Man, maybe Azula was right about pettiness in the Games. Not that it mattered. She wasn't about to get killed off by THIS guy, especially not with as lame a trap as he had.

He smirked. "You're smarter than I thought." He let out quite the girlish giggle. "But I'm curious. What made you think he was a fine choice for your first kill? I might have gone for a harder target."

Now she just gave him a dubious look. "How does that make sense? The people who are gonna be around towards the end ARE the hardest target: makes more sense to go at them when you've saved your strength, not when you tired yourself out killing hard people. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it helped I didn't know him."

That was purely the reason. Mindy, of course, could feel sickened and dirtied by it later, AFTER the Arena. She couldn't afford it now.

He shook his head, and waggled a finger back and forth like she was a naughty girl that had done something wrong. "Ah, you're playing the game all wrong. First impressions are important, you know. Didn't your mother teach you that?"

Mindy's eyes darkened, her hands tightening on the knife. THAT was not a subject he should have brought up. At all.

"Ok. You want a first impression? You don't stop with this shit, I am gonna gut you slow, unlike your friend. Look into my eyes: tell me I haven't done that before."

Oh, that was a sore spot. How interesting. No, he knew the eyes of someone that had killed before. He finally pushed up to his feet. "Yes, you've already made quite the impression. Now, are you ready for Act 2 of our little dance?"

"You like talking a lot," Mindy said, stretching her arms. "If you were at least like Spiderman, I could enjoy it, but you're trying to push at my sore spots, and that's retarded. I'm not going to lose my shit fighting you."

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