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[rumlow]

Who| Brock Rumlow, and Open
What| Xenos and airlocks and murder, oh my?
Where| Upper levels of the station
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Aiming for fights, rescues, and Brock using other people as meat shields. Unless you were one of the few to get into his good graces at the start. Any questions or potential ideas, pm me.

There had been a grand rush for the Cornucopia, as he'd imagined, and the temptation to try and edge someone out in the effort to grab something useful had been there. He wouldn't lie about that. But priority had to be given to finding a secure location to defend, to last as long as possible. That meant figuring out the station, what was on it, and finding food before anyone else got the bright idea. Then he could worry about getting the drop on someone and stealing their weapons or tools, or whatever else he needed. Couldn't be any harder than the struggle of the initial rush, or so he supposed.

He had to remember that there were in fact other people when the station around him was so resoundingly quiet. Lights flickered and cast sharp shadows against the wall, abrupt enough to set anyone on edge as they moved between puddles of light and dark. Moving to the end of a section and tapping at the airlock, Rumlow found this way cut off. No amount of button pushing seemed to be gain him access. Oh well. The station seemed circular, so maybe he ought to double back the way he'd come.

And that might have been the plan, had he not heard something drop to the floor behind him in the darkness. Instantly he shrank back against a nearby wall, dropping to a crouch as his breath fogged the inside of his helmet, waiting.

A tribute? Or something else. This damn suit was clunky as Hell, going to slow him down if it came to a fight. Was he really going to bite it because he refused to be seen wandering around in a pink spacesuit?

Comments

[Marco and Kaito for Airlocking]

[gobananas]

"Coast's clear."

Marco and Kaito have an uneasy sort of truce established, one where they're both aware that two brains are better than one when it comes to surviving the insane death traps of this Arena. When they travel, they're careful with corners. They've even got a little series of hand gestures figured out.

Marco's kind of coming to like this guy, even though that's compartmentalized away in Marco's brain under a tarp of "might have to kill him later". Kaito seems to know what he's doing and have a level enough head not to completely flip out.

Marco doesn't even know if he's capable of flipping out anymore. Feeling impending death, sure, but he's been hardened by way too much alien combat and near-death to really freak. In a way, it seems almost innocent, the ability to actually surrender to the pants-wetting, shrieking terror, and Marco doesn't miss it so much as resent that he's no longer able to do it.

The room they wind up in is a science lab, but rather than a pickable lock, there's an airlock with buttons and some glass cabinets full of metal instruments and 'samples'.

"This one's a cul-de-sac. Great. Might as well five-finger discount everything in these cabinets."

[silverskymagician]

"Is that an expression? Shouldn't it be ten fingers?" It just made sense to Kaito that if you were stealing, you should obviously use both hands; he was absolutely overthinking this. But sure, yes, metal instruments. He opened one of the glass cabinets and started cheerfully ransacking the contents for anything useful.

"This reminds me of the science room at school. Except, you know. Creepier."

[rumlow]

Well well. It looked as though neither of the two tributes had realized they had company nearby, watching them with interest. Neither one looked like they'd put up much of a fight, either, but getting the drop on one meant alerting the other, and he was going in empty-handed for the moment.

Couple of kids. They'd die soon in here, anyway.

Quiet as he could in that heavy suit, Rumlow slid towards the airlock door. Easiest, cleanest way to prune away some of the competition.

[gobananas]

"Totally an expression. Maybe you're using your other hand to do something else. Like distract the clerk with fingerpuppets or whatever."

Thankfully - maybe - for Marco and Kaito, the suits only allow for so much stealth. Marco's got his ears pricked to even the slightest twitch or scuffle, and he whirls around and sees Rumlow behind them. It comes to a split second decision - to try and communicate or to assume that the guy going towards the airlock is attacking them and go for his throat. Marco makes the wrong choice.

"Dude, you don't want to open that." He edges away.

[silverskymagician]

Oh, yeah, a guy going for the airlock controls, yes that seemed fine, perfectly fine

Kaito probably would have taken a more measured response here, except that he'd almost gotten his face eaten by a cheetah alien earlier and so he was just a little

jumpier

than usual.

Which manifested as him smashing his elbow into the face of the glass cabinet and hurling the biggest, sharpest, throwing-friendliest shard at Rumlow.

Well, not at Rumlow; he wasn't homicidal or anything. More like at the space between him and the controls, which he would be occupying pretty soon if he didn't make a detour.

[rumlow]

There's no way he's on the up-and-up about this, and there's no mistaking what he plans on doing. Which is why he can't hold it personally when one of the kids hurls that chunk of glass at him, nearly nailing him in the suit. That would have been problematic, and his head jerks back to stare in Kaito's direction.

"Bad call, kid." The helmet distorts his voice as he reaches for the panel. Of course, whatever was in those cabinets was likely going to go flying right along with them out into the cold of space. Could be some stuff of use in there somewhere, though if they hadn't found anything yet it was entirely possible the place had already been picked through.