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thearena2014-06-01 05:50 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thearena2014-06-01 05:50 pm
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We'll have to try again after the silence has retruned
Who| Initiate and open! Multiple prompts!
What| House raiding, Shion's death + Dog hunting, Walkers + amusement parks, Hell + Nightmare/Fear power (message passing?)
Where| Abandoned building, out around, amusement park
When| Starting from the first day to hell time
WARNINGS| Gore, violence, death, desecration of corpses, language, so on
a)
When he'd found Mituna's corpse, still at the cornucopia-- the damn fog making him loop back even after making his way off-- he'd found it torn asunder by beasts. Even after the last time of him having gotten so far, all the training done, he fell so quick this time. But all the same, he'd found the neck still in one piece, the necklace he'd given him still there, his token. He'd reached down and pulled it off, taking the gold skull off the chain before returning the latter. Then he lid the skull onto his own necklace token, the container of makeup and the linked loops of three hung together on it. He'd given grace unto his moirail to meet him back in Capitol, and then he turned away, back into the fog.
Now he has the tiny skull in his fingers. He's been thinking of prophecy. He's been thinking of shit destined. The undoing of what may be undone... and what may not. He's a killer and a killer he shall be for all time. But he has to make all a difference on what is done now. It's a difficult balance what all to strike.
Even now, as he searches the empty hive and hears that creak of noise, his first instinct is to grip his weapon and let loose a warning growl. He watches the door frame, weapon ready and ears flicking.
b)
His first cull is one what all he could recognize. He'd met him in the first arena. The boy had been a daywalker then and the Initiate had spared his life and R's, for the robbing of them, thinking they'd be more useful taking out other tributes. And then in capitol, there had been expose done with his mention. Shion they called him.
But he doesn't know the boy, not really, and he doesn't know that anyone he knows is close to him. Fair game. And a good warm up.
He lunges out from the fog and tears the boy apart. Faster than the motherfucker could feel a thing, messy enough to impress and disgust the capitol in turn. He'd secure his place. He'd show them his value. Oh, a motherfucking monster is he. He laughs.
He takes the head off as always, but leaves it there. It's only when the barkbeast comes that he realises the value more in the spread of blood. It's no bigger than the average lusus. He can take it down. Maybe make a motherfucking meal of it. And so, as Shion's corpse is brought away, he readies for another strife.
c)
Despite his running into Shion, whom he really remembered only as he'd been that one arena long ago, he hadn't expected daywalkers. Yes, there was the one, R. No, these daywalkers looked nothing like trolls. But these were different and the same all the motherfucking same. These are daywalkers turned beastly. But they were still daywalkers looking to motherfucking eat. When he finds the first, opening it's neck to teeth, everything he's learned in his youth comes through. Take the head.
He moves quick. So does the daywalker-- damn, he ain't used to that-- but it's no matter. He sinks his pickaxe into it's back, removes it and continues his dance about it, dodging claws and teeth where they are. He pulls off an arm and comes off just as easy as any corpse, then he sinks an the axe in the back of its neck and pulls, tearing. The daywalker stumbles and the Initiate reaches and rips the head off the rest of the way. Breathing hard, he turns to assess his surroundings, if there's any more of them too near, wherever he is now after the scuffle in the fog.
And then the first blessing comes to him. Like a sign from above, he finds himself walking into abandoned Shangri-La. His eyes go wide as he finds first coaster, great and looming and not a beast as first thought. His lips pull up at the corners. Games. A Ferris wheel. Attractions and mirth of all sort. It ain't a carnival but by Messiahs it's good enough.
He doesn't even mind the threats about him or the way it all wants for coming apart at the hinges. The Initiate starts to run through it all, a laugh building and bursting from his lips, just as hinged as everything else in the amusement park. He spins in his delight. It would seem the last of his fucks have been lost to the fog.
d)
The noise nearly forces him to bring his hands up to his ears. The sound of siren's startle him into looking skyward, searching the sky for ships, the around him for some other disaster. And there is indeed, it up and surrounds. The world melts away. Literally motherfucking melts. He watches numb and wide-eyed as everything hollows.
And in its place, he feels it. His chucklevoodoo come him. The holy fear. It stretches out inside him and the outside curls up within, both uniting. The second blessing. The Messiahs were pleased.
Well, ain't that just attest to pleasing them more? When all he had his power last time, he'd taunted and toyed yes, he'd kept up a motherfucking cover built. But he'd spared the lives of them all. Of every single one of these motherfuckers he'd gone to the sparing. Not this time.
His eyes color and flash. He lets his voodoo, the fear, the motherfucking gris-gris gruesome spread over the amusement park.
What| House raiding, Shion's death + Dog hunting, Walkers + amusement parks, Hell + Nightmare/Fear power (message passing?)
Where| Abandoned building, out around, amusement park
When| Starting from the first day to hell time
WARNINGS| Gore, violence, death, desecration of corpses, language, so on
a)
When he'd found Mituna's corpse, still at the cornucopia-- the damn fog making him loop back even after making his way off-- he'd found it torn asunder by beasts. Even after the last time of him having gotten so far, all the training done, he fell so quick this time. But all the same, he'd found the neck still in one piece, the necklace he'd given him still there, his token. He'd reached down and pulled it off, taking the gold skull off the chain before returning the latter. Then he lid the skull onto his own necklace token, the container of makeup and the linked loops of three hung together on it. He'd given grace unto his moirail to meet him back in Capitol, and then he turned away, back into the fog.
Now he has the tiny skull in his fingers. He's been thinking of prophecy. He's been thinking of shit destined. The undoing of what may be undone... and what may not. He's a killer and a killer he shall be for all time. But he has to make all a difference on what is done now. It's a difficult balance what all to strike.
Even now, as he searches the empty hive and hears that creak of noise, his first instinct is to grip his weapon and let loose a warning growl. He watches the door frame, weapon ready and ears flicking.
b)
His first cull is one what all he could recognize. He'd met him in the first arena. The boy had been a daywalker then and the Initiate had spared his life and R's, for the robbing of them, thinking they'd be more useful taking out other tributes. And then in capitol, there had been expose done with his mention. Shion they called him.
But he doesn't know the boy, not really, and he doesn't know that anyone he knows is close to him. Fair game. And a good warm up.
He lunges out from the fog and tears the boy apart. Faster than the motherfucker could feel a thing, messy enough to impress and disgust the capitol in turn. He'd secure his place. He'd show them his value. Oh, a motherfucking monster is he. He laughs.
He takes the head off as always, but leaves it there. It's only when the barkbeast comes that he realises the value more in the spread of blood. It's no bigger than the average lusus. He can take it down. Maybe make a motherfucking meal of it. And so, as Shion's corpse is brought away, he readies for another strife.
c)
Despite his running into Shion, whom he really remembered only as he'd been that one arena long ago, he hadn't expected daywalkers. Yes, there was the one, R. No, these daywalkers looked nothing like trolls. But these were different and the same all the motherfucking same. These are daywalkers turned beastly. But they were still daywalkers looking to motherfucking eat. When he finds the first, opening it's neck to teeth, everything he's learned in his youth comes through. Take the head.
He moves quick. So does the daywalker-- damn, he ain't used to that-- but it's no matter. He sinks his pickaxe into it's back, removes it and continues his dance about it, dodging claws and teeth where they are. He pulls off an arm and comes off just as easy as any corpse, then he sinks an the axe in the back of its neck and pulls, tearing. The daywalker stumbles and the Initiate reaches and rips the head off the rest of the way. Breathing hard, he turns to assess his surroundings, if there's any more of them too near, wherever he is now after the scuffle in the fog.
And then the first blessing comes to him. Like a sign from above, he finds himself walking into abandoned Shangri-La. His eyes go wide as he finds first coaster, great and looming and not a beast as first thought. His lips pull up at the corners. Games. A Ferris wheel. Attractions and mirth of all sort. It ain't a carnival but by Messiahs it's good enough.
He doesn't even mind the threats about him or the way it all wants for coming apart at the hinges. The Initiate starts to run through it all, a laugh building and bursting from his lips, just as hinged as everything else in the amusement park. He spins in his delight. It would seem the last of his fucks have been lost to the fog.
d)
The noise nearly forces him to bring his hands up to his ears. The sound of siren's startle him into looking skyward, searching the sky for ships, the around him for some other disaster. And there is indeed, it up and surrounds. The world melts away. Literally motherfucking melts. He watches numb and wide-eyed as everything hollows.
And in its place, he feels it. His chucklevoodoo come him. The holy fear. It stretches out inside him and the outside curls up within, both uniting. The second blessing. The Messiahs were pleased.
Well, ain't that just attest to pleasing them more? When all he had his power last time, he'd taunted and toyed yes, he'd kept up a motherfucking cover built. But he'd spared the lives of them all. Of every single one of these motherfuckers he'd gone to the sparing. Not this time.
His eyes color and flash. He lets his voodoo, the fear, the motherfucking gris-gris gruesome spread over the amusement park.
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"But of course, one such as your ownself, you will want as to be involved in any shenaniganry what arises. HOW COULD A MOTHERFUCKER SUCH AS HE LET A DESTRUCTIVE TALENT ALL TO WASTE?" He hates his future. But he doesn't hate the job. He doesn't hate the throne and imagining himself upon it as he ran the fucking empire. It tantalizes even still, like a bone showing through open wound. "He looks forward to see how a sister up and delivers." He can see it so damn clear.
"SHE WILL GET FOR A KNOWING WHEN ALL SHE IS WISHED FOR."