All the Eights (Closed)

[this8itch]

WHO| Vriska and All of District Eight who want to take part!
WHAT| Vriska going around stealing all the District Eight Jackets/Patches as humanly possible.
WHEN| Week 1-2
WHERE| Various places around the arena.
WARNINGS| Language mostly Vriska and Giant Spiders.



[OOC: This is a generic post to keep all this in one spot. When you tag in, specify where they are for the stalkings.]

The young troll bolted down the street, leaving behind the poor sap she had just bludgeoned over the head with a rock and jacked his jacket. Too easy.

"Suck it, loser!" She crowed back, laughing as she ducked down an darkened alley.

Taking a moment she looked down at the over-sized jacket she had draped around her shoulders. There stitched over the chest was the District Eight patch and she dragged her fingers across it, tracing the number lightly. Eight. A faint grin appeared on her lips as an idea flickered across her mind. What if she went around and took all the eights? Heh! Wouldn't that be fun? Putting her in District Four........ She'll show them where she belonged.

With her mind make up, she tugged the jacket around her proudly setting off back out into the fog to see what other shit she could stir up.

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early week 2;

[assassinat]

When it came to inspecting the buildings, it was unwise to go at it alone. Natasha never really learned to rely on others, just to trust them sporadically in case there was a chance (as minuscule as it might be) to fail. Even though they were her beloved peers and some even friends, she still couldn't ask them to come with her as she went on a hunt for supplies. Not when half of them thought her to be too 1/3 her current age and too womanly, though it isn't as if they had the guts to say that out loud.

In short, a test to prove not only to herself she could handle what this Arena gave her, but that they could witness it for themselves. As unnecessary a gamble as it was, none of them could afford the luxury of accompanying her. One, they may slow her down. Two, they could get themselves killed. Three, she might have to tolerate the first two and right now, she found herself incapable of doing that.

Must just be the days pressing on her and nothing more. This is why she never went without sleep, but sleep itself had been another comfort denied to her while she had been here. Moving swiftly into a building, her sluggish senses almost didn't warn her of the presence of another within it. While paused, she listened intently for footsteps just to ensure it hadn't been all in her mind.

[this8itch]

From the long dark shadows the surrounding broken down hives provided, one good eye was watching transfixed to every move the woman made. For awhile the troll was silently stalking her prey, slipping into one of the more structurally sound hives and peering through the battered window. She wasn't eying her supplies, or weapons, or anything like that. It was that jacket with the number eight plastered all over it painting a nice target on the woman's back. Vriska wanted it.

Luck must have been on her side as her prey wondered over to the hive in which she was hiding and she ducked down quickly as she entered. Crouching in the darken corner of the room Vriska could sense that the woman wasn't as sharp as someone would be if they have been well rested and fed. A pointy fang grin crept at the corners of her lips. Excellent.

A foot shifted under her grinding the rubble as she moved to stand. The noise was not all in her head. She was not alone. Vriska moved in front of the window, dusty light that poured inside ringed her with a pale halo. In the dim sunlight the woman could make out figure of a young girl, well a troll since there was a pair of oddly shaped horns that protruded from the girl's head. Around her shoulders was an over-sized District 8 jacket and there was another one tied around her hips. The pair of glasses she wore look busted on the left side where now a patch covered the missing eye. Painstakingly she had removed the number ‘4’ patches from her own district jacket. Using only the top triangle bits, she put them together making a crude looking ‘8’. Though it come across more like a black widow’s warning mark. Either way, she thought it looked pretty sweet.

The chain wrapped around her right arm chattered as she held the loose end in her left, twirling it as she took a step forward. "That's a nice jacket. I think I'll make it mine now. Be smart and hand it over so I won't have to hurt you like the others~"

[assassinat]

An interesting sight to behold, but she hardly held the attention of the Widow. Lazily rolling her head to the side with a raised brow, she gave every impression that she hardly cared for what she wanted and the threat thrown her way. There's no way for the child to know who she dealt with, but the "insignia" she bore caught her interest enough.

"Little one, if you think I will give you something because you desire it, you have a harsh lesson to learn about life. A lesson that is universal between worlds, I assure you."

Straightening up her posture a bit, she still held the overall relaxed look of someone worn, but not yet completely beat. While the sound of the chain echoed in the limited space, it didn't cause her to blink in concern or even look the least bit frightened.

"That mark you wear--why?"

[this8itch]

Little one? Vriska couldn’t help but to laugh a bit at that, taking a small step forward with her chain still swinging in her hand.

“It’s going to be mine one way or another. But since I am sooooooooo nice I was giving you the option to hand it over before I resort to more…….. forceful means.” She flashed the redhead a fang filled smile. “You mean my eye patch? Pretty cool, right? Made it myself. Its a kind of a shitty looking eight but it also looks like a spider mark too so its works out okay. I think it looks awesome.” There was a pause before she shook her head. “But I’m not here to talk about fucking arts and craft time. Give me your jacket.”

the latest ever orz also week 2 in the carnival midway?

[guardiandevil]

Matt didn't know or care about the patch on his jacket. The numbers meant nothing to him now, nor would they if he could actually see them. He wanted to keep the coat itself in one piece, if only to protect him from the elements. The decorations sewn onto it were of no value or concern.

But the footsteps coming up behind him concerned him. He could hear someone moving through the fog, but with the way it seemed to envelope him, he couldn't quite pinpoint where the sounds were coming from or how many footsteps he was actually hearing. On second listen, it sounded more like skittering than walking.

He froze, realizing all too quickly that those nasty spiders were starting to surround him. He could take on an insect or two any day of the week. He was Daredevil, dammit. He wasn't afraid. He was a little grossed out, sure, but not afraid. Extermination duty wasn't glamorous or fun. It was nasty and sometimes sticky, he'd learned. But he'd also learned that the arena was pretty nasty all on its own.

"Come out, you eight-legged bastard!" Matt growled, armed with the crowbar he'd been gifted the week before. Blind eyes stared vacantly into the fog. He turned quickly to face the sources of sound, but there was nothing there.

Is okay /o/~

[this8itch]

This fog was really getting on the young troll's nerves. You could barely see what was in front of you at its best of times. This would be where her vision eight fold would come in handy........ if she didn't lose it or you know, she actually could use her powers. That would make this a whole lot easier. Ugh, this place was stupid. And she was getting bored of aimlessly wondering looking for fuck knows what. Not dying?

She tugged on her over-sized district eight jacket around her to fend off the small breeze. But then her ears picked up on something carried on the wind. The sound of........ feet? Her senses went on full alert as stealthily as she could headed towards the source. She climbed up on a crumbling hive to try to get a better view just as someone cried out, a man's voice. Her one good eye snapped over and through the dense haze she could make out a figure. Oh damn, several figures. Those silhouettes that circled him she knew all too well.

Ha! What a loser! Surrounded by thos- wait a second. Her eye narrowed a bit, focusing on the man. There was no mistaking it. Another eight! No way she was going to let these spiders take what's hers! She gripped the eight feet of chain in her hands wrapping one end around her right forearm gearing up to fight. It was his lucky day.

Skirting along the edge of the dilapidated roof top she positioned herself nicely right over top of one of the arachnids as it scurried below her. It didn't see her coming, being distracted by the shouting man.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Vriska pounced down on its monstrous back, looping the chain under it's chelicerae hooking the fangs in the links. "What do you think you're doing????????" The tone of her voice was almost down right excited as she pulled up, yanking the creature's mouth parts painfully backwards. The spider hissed and jerked trying to get the girl off it.

[guardiandevil]

He hadn't expected anyone would come to his defense, not even Natasha, so honestly Vriska's arrival was a surprise Truth be told, Matt was a little ashamed that the troll girl had managed to catch him unawares. He could defend himself well enough (he was a superhero, after all) but he could appreciate and be impressed by her prowess and show of dominating skill. He didn't pause in his own battle, however. She'd taken out the one, but there were a couple other spiders sneaking and creeping around.

Teeth clenched in rage, he swung the crowbar, smashing one spider right through the gooey, insecty head. It made a hideous squishing noise upon contact.

"Are you talking to me?" He called out to the girl, growling as he charged toward another spider. "Or to them?"