thearena | All bets are off!

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.

Threaded | Flat

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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."

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

Wounding on both parts is all right with me!

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