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thearena2014-06-26 12:56 am
celebrityskinned) wrote in thearena2014-06-26 12:56 am
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How Did You Expect Your Soul... [Closed]
WHO| Venus and Guy, Venus and Nasir, then Venus, Enjolras, Jet and Albert
WHAT| Death! Traumatic memories! Chain whips and bad food!
WHEN| Week 5 during the Hellrena, thread with Guy during week 4
WHERE| Throughout the Arena and then near the abyss.
WARNINGS| Bugs, death, some body horror, mentions of child-abuse, two gladiators slugging it out.
She goes looking for water before the Arena descends into Hell. The lake seems to have vanished somewhere into the fog, somewhere that she and Enjolras can't seem to locate despite their best attempts to retrace their paths. Eventually, it only makes sense to split up. They'll stay on the asphalt of the town road and hope that if they both keep moving in opposite directions, finding their way back to the meeting place in the middle will be simple enough.
She takes her chain and her boxcutter. She swings the former while she walks, and it cuts little trails of negative space into the cloud around her. She clicks her tongue as she walks, trying not to let dehydration or exhaustion look too evident on her frame in front of the cameras. Her head's pounding. Her throat is dry and crawling up the back of her mouth.
She stops when she hears something.
-/-
She finds Enjolras again when she's in less than ideal shape. Her fight with Nasir left her bloody, left her with broken bones and, she suspects, internal hemorrhaging. The Arena's already over for her, which would bother her if she ever intended to actually win one of these things. What actually does upset her is the fact that she's crawling back to someone else to slowly die, just like she did last time.
She's selfish. So sue her. She doesn't want to get lost in the fog and let the animals feast on her while she's alone.
There's a strange rage that pulses just beneath her skin, a hunger that creeps along between her bone and muscle that she can't explain. She itches at her flesh and some of it comes off, and her teeth hurt. She tries to not pick at herself, because she doesn't need to be opening new ones when the ones she got an hour ago are still oozing blood down her clothing to mingle with sweat.
The benefit of this strange setting change is that she has her powers back. She teleports back to the meeting place she and Enjolras had, landing with a bit of a squawk of pain as she puts weight on what is, in all likelihood, a broken ankle. She holds one arm close to her body, and the corner of her mouth has been sliced down to the side of her neck.
"Don't look now, but I'm a bit of a mess."
WHAT| Death! Traumatic memories! Chain whips and bad food!
WHEN| Week 5 during the Hellrena, thread with Guy during week 4
WHERE| Throughout the Arena and then near the abyss.
WARNINGS| Bugs, death, some body horror, mentions of child-abuse, two gladiators slugging it out.
She goes looking for water before the Arena descends into Hell. The lake seems to have vanished somewhere into the fog, somewhere that she and Enjolras can't seem to locate despite their best attempts to retrace their paths. Eventually, it only makes sense to split up. They'll stay on the asphalt of the town road and hope that if they both keep moving in opposite directions, finding their way back to the meeting place in the middle will be simple enough.
She takes her chain and her boxcutter. She swings the former while she walks, and it cuts little trails of negative space into the cloud around her. She clicks her tongue as she walks, trying not to let dehydration or exhaustion look too evident on her frame in front of the cameras. Her head's pounding. Her throat is dry and crawling up the back of her mouth.
She stops when she hears something.
-/-
She finds Enjolras again when she's in less than ideal shape. Her fight with Nasir left her bloody, left her with broken bones and, she suspects, internal hemorrhaging. The Arena's already over for her, which would bother her if she ever intended to actually win one of these things. What actually does upset her is the fact that she's crawling back to someone else to slowly die, just like she did last time.
She's selfish. So sue her. She doesn't want to get lost in the fog and let the animals feast on her while she's alone.
There's a strange rage that pulses just beneath her skin, a hunger that creeps along between her bone and muscle that she can't explain. She itches at her flesh and some of it comes off, and her teeth hurt. She tries to not pick at herself, because she doesn't need to be opening new ones when the ones she got an hour ago are still oozing blood down her clothing to mingle with sweat.
The benefit of this strange setting change is that she has her powers back. She teleports back to the meeting place she and Enjolras had, landing with a bit of a squawk of pain as she puts weight on what is, in all likelihood, a broken ankle. She holds one arm close to her body, and the corner of her mouth has been sliced down to the side of her neck.
"Don't look now, but I'm a bit of a mess."
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Tear her apart?
"Maximush did it awready. And be'ter." She flips back to her feet.
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He readjusted his grip on the crowbar but didn't lunge yet. Steadying himself, he looked at his enemy. Weak. He could kill her so easily if he had a spear, if he weren't injured, if he didn't have a blinding rage blocking any thoughts of how to go about this.
With a grunt, he threw himself at her again.
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She's not rushing to that like she once was.
She flops back to the ground, a death drop that's surprising in its flexibility and riskiness. It brings her under him enough to avoid his blow, and she rolls forward and springs to her feet. She takes off at a run.
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He yelled her name or rather, something like her name. It was hard to make out through the growl and altered sound of his voice because of his shattered nose.