Carnage in the Caves

[etcircenses]

Who| Participants in the bloodbath
What| Murder and mayhem ensue after the jabberjays chase people into the caves.
Where| Deep within the caves. This area of the caves cannot be broken into or escaped from until 24 hours have passed.
When| Over a twenty-four hour period beginning now.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, death, gore, etc. You have been assigned a target to kill, but you may run into other characters in the caves as well.

The jabber jays begin their screaming, driving you deep into the caves in an attempt to escape the cries of your loved ones being tortured, beaten, or killed. When the maddening sounds finally cease, you will find yourself trapped in a series of corridors and caves, sealed tight with no chance for escape. Luckily there are plenty of weapons and supplies at hand (machetes, axes, hunting knifes, swords, maces, spears, clubs, hammers, scythes, bows & arrows, food, water, clean clothes), but any delusions of good fortune are soon squashed when an announcer assigns each person a target and gleefully informs you that you must kill your target within 24 hours or else you will run out of oxygen and die.

Over the next 24 hours, you will be tasked with killing this person in any manner you can. You may also happen upon other unfortunate souls trapped in the caves, but be wary of befriending them down here. They're on a mission too, and there's no rules against collateral damage.  

Good luck, and don't forget to put on a show.

Comments

[shenunigans]

Dave makes his choice quickly. He knows the look in Rick's eyes, he saw it in Tom and Molotov seconds before they plunged their blades in his gut and called it a day. Rick means business and Dave has no want to take that axe to his head. He's tired of dying and coming off looking weak and incompetent.

He won't use anyone as fodder to look impressive, but his reflexes snap where Rick's halt. He doesn't understand the look of recognition, he's never seen Rick face to face like this in his life. He barely registers anything as he makes his lunge forward. His movements are quick and his blade is plunging deep into Rick's chest as fast as it's being pulled out.

There's so much blood, warm blood. Dave is cold to his fingertips and toes when the realisation hits, all he can do is stare through his shades at Rick's face with an expression of surprise.

"Shit." He hisses, casting a glance down to his bloodied sword and back to Rick's clean axe. "My bad." He spits out, unsure if he should really be apologising for this. The guy hesitated, though, he didn't. Does that make him the asshole? Should he have ran instead? This is exactly how this should have gone and he still feels incredibly fucked up for it.

[rictator]

He didn't hear the sound as the axe hit the floor, clumsy fingers no longer able to retain their grip.

It wasn't as though Rick was any stranger to pain. Shot, stabbed, beaten half to death - He'd brushed with his own mortality more times in the past few years than most did in their entire lifetimes. He'd already seen the end once, courtesy of the Capitol, and had been forced to come back and experience the cycle all over again; at least the last time, it had been quick and painless.

This time, the absence of that pain only made it all the more surreal; the shock had temporarily masked it, made him numb to the agony he knew he should have been feeling. He was vividly aware of the space occupied by the blade; he could feel everything, from the way the sword caught one of his ribs as it was jerked free to the heat of the blood that spilled forth in its wake. Too much blood, thick and dark against his stained jacket. The moment was somehow both quick and excruciatingly long, his mind racing with the adrenaline and yet not quite able to piece things together.

He opened his mouth, but the only sound he managed was choked by a mouthful of blood, unable to breathe as the air was ripped from his pierced lung. Dizziness hit him like a brick wall and he stumbled back a few paces, a hand pressed weakly to the wound; whether it was a futile attempt to stem the flow or just plain disbelief, even he wasn't sure.

... Was this how Shane had felt?

[cognitived]

The first bird had scared him, a scream in a once familiar voice ringing in his ears. He'd turned, stunned, and suddenly the quiet of the world was shattered, too many familiar voice screaming his name, screaming for help, aching, aching, digging down deep beneath his sternum into the softly beating pulp of his heart. He hadn't followed the sounds of his long dead parents, or the sound of his brother yelling for him -- because there was no way, there was no way.

But then he heard Natasha's perfect bell of a voice ring out, terrified in the way she once was. Back when he first brought her to SHIELD, and she woke up still locked in a dream, crying out in Russian and English and some mix of both. Clint is many things, but he's loyal to his friends. And Natasha is the most important person in his book.

He runs, ducking birds divebombing him, singleminded in his pursuit. He notices the caves, but that was fine -- they'd been living in caves, hadn't they? Maybe she got pinned down in one. Except he plunges into the darkness and the cave seals behind him and the screaming cuts off, echoes.

And that's when he starts to feel real goddamn stupid. But for all the message the Capitol leaves him, and the bow and arrows awaiting him, Clint doesn't see anybody for hours. Hell, he has no idea who Rick or Dave are. They could be giant purple aliens for all he knows.

But eventually, there's the sound of battle, the clatter of metal on ground, the gurgle of someone choking on their own blood. He pads carefully forward, arrow at the ready, and keeps an eye out. Doesn't expect a kid pulling a sword from between the ribs of someone.

"Shit."

He hisses, a quiet exhale. Doesn't let the point of his arrow drop one centimeter. If he's lucky, Dave wouldn't have noticed him and he can back out, carefully. If he's not, well, then he'll deal with it.