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.

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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?"

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!"

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...

"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.

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."

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.

Beck knew that leaving was probably the best idea. This gash was absolutely burning, and every time he tried to use his arm, it only made it hurt worse. He could see the blood dripping down his arm, soaking into his pajamas. Yeah, leaving and tending to his wounds was probably the best idea out of here.

But this person could throw the knife at him. They could do anything, good leg or no good leg. And he was angry.

He could see Tron frowning at him for this decision. But he charged forward, swiping down with the little knife he had.

Rat could see this guy coming a mile away. Even if his body wasn't cooperating sometimes, his mind was still sharp. He reached up with his off-hand to stop the knife coming his way, with a firm, strong grasp on Beck's wrist.

With the knife, he pushed it as deep as he could into whatever part of Beck's abdomen he could reach. It was too short to do critical damage, but more bleeding was more bleeding. He twisted his wrist and the knife embedded in him. He'd take the knife for a trophy, if he could help it. Two were always better than one.

Beck couldn't really feel the knife sink in at first.

It settled in with a horrible slice of pain; enough to make his vision flicker. His knees shook, and he started to sag, letting out a yell as whatever was inside him twisted. Beck could feel his User flesh being torn, twisted into ways that they weren't supposed to.

He tried to push himself away as best as he could, falling shamelessly onto his butt. Everything was spinning. His ears were ringing, and there were spots everywhere...

Beck tried to push himself up, throwing the knife towards the other User has hard as he could. Forget about saving everyone. He just wanted to get a little bit back.

(( beck actually has to die this round, if you want to finish things off in a log or something? C: ))

When Beck went down, Rat knew he was done for now. The last pathetic toss of his knife only punctuated it. He swatted it out of the air, earning a slight cut on his hand for his trouble. He bent over to get it.

He hobbled over to Beck, and crouched beside him. He reached down and jerked hard on the knife that had slipped out of his fingers. With a disgusting, slick, sucking sound, it came free. And with it, flowed out blood. "These knives aren't big enough to get to anything important," he added, as though the damage that had been done was merely a trifle. "You'll be fine. Unless you want me to finish you off." While he spoke, he wiped off his hands and then the knife onto Beck's clothes before his bleeding spoiled them.

Then, he started going through whatever supplies Beck might have had on him.

[[Like catch up to him later during Week 3 and finish him off?]]

This wasn't good. This wasn't good this wasn't good this wasn't good...

Beck couldn't see, couldn't think. The only thing he knew right now was pain. Pain splitting from his neck down to his chest, radiating through his belly. Everything was horrible and red, and hurting.

Getting hurt as a program was always bad. But getting hurt as a User? Even worse.

He allowed the stranger to go through his things (could he stop him, anyway?), and slowly started to crawl away. Any kind of sanctuary, any little corner would be okay. Maybe he wouldn't be facing this guy when the life finally drained out of him...

(( ooc- yeah! or maybe we could even fastforward some time later in this thread and have rat finish him there? ))

Rat really wasn't a cruel person. He really wasn't interested in making people suffer needlessly. This guy was certainly in a lot of pain.

"Hold still," he told him. He put a hand on his chest, a bit unexpectedly gently. He began to sing softly to himself. But he raised the knife one last time. The song wouldn't be enough for this guy. He leaned over him, and gripped his hair firmly and tightly. With one quick slice across the neck, he wasn't in pain anymore.

All bets are off! - Open!

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

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