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thearena2014-02-17 12:52 am
celebrityskinned) wrote in thearena2014-02-17 12:52 am
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Find Somebody Else That We Can Blame [Closed]
WHO| Venus Dee Milo and Courfeyrac, Venus and Kankri, Venus and Sam and De Winchester
WHAT| Sam Winchester dies, Kankri and Venus hang out, and Venus gets a puzzling Sponsor gift
WHERE| Second floor, Fossil Hall
WHEN| Week 3, week 5
WARNINGS| Death, Venus and Courfeyrac getting drunk and giving back massages
Venus hasn't been hunting De. Venus hasn't cared enough about De to bother, and besides, she finds something distasteful about tracking people down. The few moments of peace that people get when they feel safe in the Arenas are sacred.
But she does start following De around the second floor when they nearly bump into each other - Venus avoids detection by ducking behind a display about cacti in North America - on the second floor, and after a little bit of 'reconnaissance', Venus sees Sam, too.
Sam's physically intimidating, and Venus bites her lip when she tries to estimate how tall he is. She takes note of his stride, of the way he holds his shoulders slightly forward. It isn't a warrior's stance. He has the hunch of a brainy college boy. Venus starts inventing a story for him where he works nights at a gas station to put himself through physics courses, where he has his roommates cut his hair.
The two of them look similar enough that Venus assumes they're siblings or unfortunately indiscrete lovers.
When Sam's in the bathroom, Venus appears before De like a genie from a bottle. The gash across her face should make her terrifying, but it's a drop in the bucket compared to the utter confidence with which she holds herself. "Remember me?"
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Since rescuing Kankri, Venus has been doing a lot of sleeping. She tells him it's to pay back sleep debt, but the truth is that she can't seem to find the energy in herself to do anything else. When she isn't encased in a shell of slumber, tears are leaking from her very pores, she feels.
She hasn't apologized to him for storming out. The feeling is there, right there inside her mouth, but the words are never quite what she wants to say, never arranged in the right order to sound as honest as she feels.
She gets up to patrol twice a day, but other than that either keeps watch or rests with a towel from the gift shop over her head, like a corpse upon a slab at the mortuary.
-/-
They've finally gone through the food in the cafe. Between the passage of time rotting the vegetables faster than they could eat them and the fact that neither of them are quite heartless to turn away people seeking sustenance (although Venus at least keeps it to allies), they've come down to the unfortunate dietary habits of all stale pastries, all the time. Venus expects she'll be seeing cinnamon rolls in her nightmares.
When she hears the ding of the Sponsor gift in the elevator, and her fingers are crossed that it's edible.
Venus pauses in front of the elevator, too stunned even to grab her Sponsor gift for a second before she plucks the glitter-encrusted card off the top. It's signed with the signature from one of her Mentors that she's come to recognize, although the sight of it tends to fill her with mixed emotions.
"The fuck?"
She grabs the heart-shaped basket (filled with bath lotion, wine and chocolate, and decorated with two silver balloons) and takes off for the fossil hall. When she's there, she knocks on the wall in the Morse code that is, in her opinion, the only useful contribution Marius and Cosette have made to this encampment, in an attempt to draw someone out long enough to talk to.
If anyone's going to understand what the hell Enjolras is getting at with this bizarre gift, it would probably be Courfeyrac.
WHAT| Sam Winchester dies, Kankri and Venus hang out, and Venus gets a puzzling Sponsor gift
WHERE| Second floor, Fossil Hall
WHEN| Week 3, week 5
WARNINGS| Death, Venus and Courfeyrac getting drunk and giving back massages
Venus hasn't been hunting De. Venus hasn't cared enough about De to bother, and besides, she finds something distasteful about tracking people down. The few moments of peace that people get when they feel safe in the Arenas are sacred.
But she does start following De around the second floor when they nearly bump into each other - Venus avoids detection by ducking behind a display about cacti in North America - on the second floor, and after a little bit of 'reconnaissance', Venus sees Sam, too.
Sam's physically intimidating, and Venus bites her lip when she tries to estimate how tall he is. She takes note of his stride, of the way he holds his shoulders slightly forward. It isn't a warrior's stance. He has the hunch of a brainy college boy. Venus starts inventing a story for him where he works nights at a gas station to put himself through physics courses, where he has his roommates cut his hair.
The two of them look similar enough that Venus assumes they're siblings or unfortunately indiscrete lovers.
When Sam's in the bathroom, Venus appears before De like a genie from a bottle. The gash across her face should make her terrifying, but it's a drop in the bucket compared to the utter confidence with which she holds herself. "Remember me?"
-/-
Since rescuing Kankri, Venus has been doing a lot of sleeping. She tells him it's to pay back sleep debt, but the truth is that she can't seem to find the energy in herself to do anything else. When she isn't encased in a shell of slumber, tears are leaking from her very pores, she feels.
She hasn't apologized to him for storming out. The feeling is there, right there inside her mouth, but the words are never quite what she wants to say, never arranged in the right order to sound as honest as she feels.
She gets up to patrol twice a day, but other than that either keeps watch or rests with a towel from the gift shop over her head, like a corpse upon a slab at the mortuary.
-/-
They've finally gone through the food in the cafe. Between the passage of time rotting the vegetables faster than they could eat them and the fact that neither of them are quite heartless to turn away people seeking sustenance (although Venus at least keeps it to allies), they've come down to the unfortunate dietary habits of all stale pastries, all the time. Venus expects she'll be seeing cinnamon rolls in her nightmares.
When she hears the ding of the Sponsor gift in the elevator, and her fingers are crossed that it's edible.
Venus pauses in front of the elevator, too stunned even to grab her Sponsor gift for a second before she plucks the glitter-encrusted card off the top. It's signed with the signature from one of her Mentors that she's come to recognize, although the sight of it tends to fill her with mixed emotions.
"The fuck?"
She grabs the heart-shaped basket (filled with bath lotion, wine and chocolate, and decorated with two silver balloons) and takes off for the fossil hall. When she's there, she knocks on the wall in the Morse code that is, in her opinion, the only useful contribution Marius and Cosette have made to this encampment, in an attempt to draw someone out long enough to talk to.
If anyone's going to understand what the hell Enjolras is getting at with this bizarre gift, it would probably be Courfeyrac.
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But they haven't exactly perfected their tandem fighting skills yet. And she's a little bit rusty at fighting in pairs as of late.
"Watch it Sam!" She calls, scrambling for his weapon and trying to figure out how to get it to him, without just making the whole thing worse.
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Her best option is to wound one and then escape. Her bad leg twinges as she throws another kick at De, this time axing downwards to try and break her arm before she grabs the machete. Get a weapon in this fray and someone's going to end up either demolishing everyone or accidentally killing themselves.
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He does not avoid the punch, however, and doubles over even as he lunges for the woman and misses. But he'd rather get in her way than let her get De. Because what remains for him, even if he survives? Eventually, they'll want him to kill. Whether it's De or someone else, he wants to part of it, even less than he wants to die himself.
He misses his chance to grab the weapon and instead moves to try to put himself between the woman and De, offering a shield if nothing else.
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De snatches her hand back quick enough to avoid a broken arm, but not quick enough to avoid a nasty hit to the muscles there. She really picked the wrong chick to be her enemy in all of this.
And now she was getting Sam right in the middle of it.
Flinching at the punch to the nuts, she grabs for her own weapon, giving up on getting Sam's, and moves up behind him, ready to swing at Venus as soon as she could.
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And then she's got the machete. It swings upwards, a flashing arc in light from the windows above. There's a spray of something wet and dark, and she doesn't know from whom or where. She just knows it isn't hers. She takes a step back, then another, putting a yard between her and the Winchesters.
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Send hot water down his legs.
It's only after another stunned moment that he realizes what it is, that his femoral artery has been severed, and it's gushing. He presses a hand to it, but the blood wells around his fingers. He's seen this often enough to know what it means. Even if Hawkeye was here, he thinks, or Bashir, he's still a goner. And anyway, he reminds himself as he falls to his knees, he doesn't want them in the middle of this. If they're even... he can't remember if they're alive still.
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That's bad. De knows that's bad. Bad in a way that not much can be done about. It doesn't stop her, as she starts mentally scrambling for something to use as a tourniquet. He'll likely loose his leg, but in life vs leg, there's a clear winner.
But all she has are the straps of her bag. Which are pathetic, as tourniquets go. Still, she yanks it off, grabbing for her weapon to cut them off.
"Hold on, Sammy." She grunts, as she moves quickly, too aware that Venus is right near them.
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She feels like hell saying that, acting blase as she rips someone out of the Arena, as she kills someone in front of their friend. She feels like the worse kind of heel, even as she knows it's just the game, that she'd rather these people die than Kankri, that her snarky one-liner might get them enough food to get through the week.
But she walks rather than runs from her guilt, and from De and Sam.
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"De, don't," he says then, gathering himself a little. "I'm... you can't... You've got to go."
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She grunts out a little, humorous laugh as she tries, desperately, to find anything to do. But it's clearly beyond hopeless, and instead she just tried to shift him, make him comfortable.
Looking up, she realizes she's made herself open for Venus. But the woman is walking away, and whatever venom she feels for her, now is not the time.
She'll get her later.
"No way in hell am I going anywhere right now."
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He looks up at her, and there's something in her eyes that makes him look again. Like he's searching for something he can't quite find. A memory, an association. But maybe he's just thinking about dying. Maybe that's why, like this, she reminds him of Dean. Thank God she isn't, he thinks. Thank God Dean isn't here.
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This whole things was bullshit. Round one, and she was already done. She couldn't even bring up anger towards Venus, what the hell else were they suppose to do.
Instead she just squeezed Sam's shoulders and shook her head.