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[doc_holi]

Who| Holiday and Kevin
What| Holiday's dying
Where| Sixth Floor
When| Week Four
Warnings/Notes| Death, Lori. Thangs.


Never before had she been really looking for a way out. Not to say that Holiday was really suicidal, but she wasn't really going through lengths to focus on survival either. In fact, she was seeking people out more often than not and actually hanging around those she did find.

Perhaps this was a right of passage or something. The suffering of withdrawal definitely wasn't fun by any sense of the word, so the best thing was to get killed and start over? Well, her goal was never to win in the first place, so there was at least a point in there somewhere.

So, Holiday made her way back to the sixth floor, complete with sweating and twitching shakes. The sixth floor was nice, though she hadn't been up there since her run in with.... oh God, what was his na- Eliot! Eliot. Since her run in with Eliot.

... Okay, that was definitely saying something.

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[asmilinggod]

Meanwhile, Kevin was still just out to make friends, have a good time, and do his job.

It just so happened that his job decsription here involved killing people, and he had completed his first such assignment. He was pleased with himself - now walking around with an extra spring in his step, glass pulled out of his feet, and a very pretty new friendship bracelet wound around his left wrist. The grinning, dark-eyed man was proud of it...just a little thing, but a rather slick, dark braid of very nice dark hair.

You know. To remember his friend by until the arena was done with.

Beaming broadly, he rounded a corner...and there was a stranger. A new friend - wonderful. Grip on his katar steady, he stared her down, waving the hand that had the flashlight in it so that it illuminated his pointed teeth at weird angles.

"Hello? That's a new friend I see, right?"

The blood splattered across his pajamas contradicted his bright, almost shrill tone of voice.

[doc_holi]

Holiday stopped walking and turned to the cheerful voice before her stomach lurched. The teeth, eyes, blood, bracelet of hair. This one was immediately deemed someone she wished to avoid, even in her current state of uncaring. She hadn't encountered many of his type here, but there had been some she knew of. The first arena rang a bell deep inside of her.

She frowned to him.

"Depends on what you mean by friend, I suppose. Is that your blood? Are you hurt?"

Can't judge a book by its cover, after all, and it may save her from having more nightmares in the future, but she doubted it. She just wished she didn't know the owner of the hair.

[asmilinggod]

"Friend means friend, silly!" He chuckled a little bit, in a would-be good-natured fashion...and then looked down at himself, shining his flashlight down over his own body. He's...really bloody, actually. Even his feet, which...appear like they WERE nicely bandaged, are soaked a dark, deep red from trudging through gore.

"Well, SOME of it is mine, but mostly I'm just kinda messy. Gosh, thank you for the concern though!"

A pause. His dark eyes seem intent as he sizes her up.

"...Are YOU okay, friend?"

[doc_holi]

"I'm fine." She wasn't. Besides the fear of this weird guy, she was still suffering from withdrawal and it didn't exactly make her look great.

"And don't worry about it. You got in a fight or something?"

Perhaps she should stop asking.

[asmilinggod]

He could tell she was lying, but who was he to pick on her about it? For now, he ambled up a little closer, keeping his stride casual. That smile...it was fixed, stationary.

"Nah - I make it my policy never to fight with people! I'm just playing the game and doing my job, same as everyone else. Best way to make new friends, you know?"

[doc_holi]

Oh. Good. One of these. "I thought the game was to fight."

Holiday glanced around the nearby area for an escape route. She either had to keep him talking or make a run for it. Otherwise, she just backed off just as casually. "Sorry. I have a thing about personal space in these arenas."

She wasn't lying that time.

[asmilinggod]

"Oh, of course it is! But that doesn't mean that we can't be friends, right?"

When Holiday backed off, he moved forward just as much. His fingers flexed around the handle of his katar. Kevin didn't...quite seem to grasp the meaning of personal space - or maybe he was playing dumb.

"Gosh, should we move to a bigger hallway?"