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thearena2014-06-19 07:13 pm
69problems) wrote in thearena2014-06-19 07:13 pm
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[OPEN] i'm already fighting me, so what's another one
Who | Signless and Guy, Signless and OPEN (including those I had plans with), and finally Signless and Sabriel
What | A whole lot of murders, including of a fake family member, and a troll who is very much not himself.
Where | In the streets.
When | Right now!
Warning/Notes | Blood, violence, death. Language. Lots of it.
For Guy:
Ever since she had walked out of the fog, the Signless had stayed close to his mother. She was just as he remembered: tall and beautiful and quiet, and he was already having so much trouble telling reality from fiction thanks to the poison eating away at his mind that it was just easier to accept her without question. She wasn't talkative and she wasn't terribly helpful but her presence was comforting all the same, even if the white glow of her skin cut through the fog in a way that made them obvious targets.
That white glow would probably be the first thing Guy noticed, bobbing wildly as though someone was tossing around a jar of fireflies. Then, the shouting and the hissing and the sound of tearing fabric. It had happened so quickly: one moment she'd been trailing behind him quietly like she had for the past few days, and the next she'd been lunging for his neck -- and her fangs were sharper than his ever would be even with Capitol intervention. Luckily he'd been jumpy enough to respond with a good swing of his crowbar. Unfortunately that hadn't been enough to down her, and she had height and weight on her side.
"Fuck, fuck, get back, you crazy bitch!"
For Everyone:
His restlessness had only gotten worse as the arena's gone on, which meant he was back to wandering the streets. He'd started to think of these streets as his, particularly the same general block of houses he tended to keep circling, and every time he found someone wandering into the area his first reaction was outrage that they were stepping into his space. At this point, that outrage was accompanied by a raised crowbar; he'd lost his knife, but he'd found a longer weapon he could use as a bludgeon was more expedient in getting his point across to tributes and monsters alike anyway.
He spotted movement by one of the houses and snarled, showing off that missing tooth.
"Fuck off!"
Hopefully that was all the warning they'd need. Otherwise, he'd have to force them out.
For Sabriel:
The Signless wasn't in good shape by the time Sabriel happened to wander into his little block of houses. Between fights with other tributes and forcing out the occasional arena monster, he was tired and bloody and still somehow gnawingly hungry despite his steady diet of bugs. She didn't even get a warning shout, just a loud insectoid hiss and a crowbar swinging toward her head.
What | A whole lot of murders, including of a fake family member, and a troll who is very much not himself.
Where | In the streets.
When | Right now!
Warning/Notes | Blood, violence, death. Language. Lots of it.
For Guy:
Ever since she had walked out of the fog, the Signless had stayed close to his mother. She was just as he remembered: tall and beautiful and quiet, and he was already having so much trouble telling reality from fiction thanks to the poison eating away at his mind that it was just easier to accept her without question. She wasn't talkative and she wasn't terribly helpful but her presence was comforting all the same, even if the white glow of her skin cut through the fog in a way that made them obvious targets.
That white glow would probably be the first thing Guy noticed, bobbing wildly as though someone was tossing around a jar of fireflies. Then, the shouting and the hissing and the sound of tearing fabric. It had happened so quickly: one moment she'd been trailing behind him quietly like she had for the past few days, and the next she'd been lunging for his neck -- and her fangs were sharper than his ever would be even with Capitol intervention. Luckily he'd been jumpy enough to respond with a good swing of his crowbar. Unfortunately that hadn't been enough to down her, and she had height and weight on her side.
"Fuck, fuck, get back, you crazy bitch!"
For Everyone:
His restlessness had only gotten worse as the arena's gone on, which meant he was back to wandering the streets. He'd started to think of these streets as his, particularly the same general block of houses he tended to keep circling, and every time he found someone wandering into the area his first reaction was outrage that they were stepping into his space. At this point, that outrage was accompanied by a raised crowbar; he'd lost his knife, but he'd found a longer weapon he could use as a bludgeon was more expedient in getting his point across to tributes and monsters alike anyway.
He spotted movement by one of the houses and snarled, showing off that missing tooth.
"Fuck off!"
Hopefully that was all the warning they'd need. Otherwise, he'd have to force them out.
For Sabriel:
The Signless wasn't in good shape by the time Sabriel happened to wander into his little block of houses. Between fights with other tributes and forcing out the occasional arena monster, he was tired and bloody and still somehow gnawingly hungry despite his steady diet of bugs. She didn't even get a warning shout, just a loud insectoid hiss and a crowbar swinging toward her head.
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Then she lunged, aiming a blow at his head this time. Talking was not working, and Sabriel had no intention of dying just yet. Better to get this over with as quickly as she could.
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"Yield!" It was a command, not a plea. One last chance for him to surrender before she had to kill him- and she realized that she was far more likely to win this fight than he was.
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Sorry for the delay
Sabriel struck at his head and kept hitting him, fighting back the bile that rose in her throat and the tears that welled in her eyes as she brought the crowbar down again and again.
no problem friend!
It took a lot longer for him to go completely still, though, for his curses to melt into wordless shouts and then whimpers and then silence. Lucky for her, he winds up face-down.
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Instead, she got to her feet and stumbled away, trying to put as much distance between herself and the body as possible.