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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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"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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