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itsananimalthing ([personal profile] itsananimalthing) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-02-06 10:15 pm

Offing One's Self Creatively [OPEN]

WHO | Riddick and OPEN
WHAT | Somebody's gotten bored and is getting out of here
WHEN | Some evening, week four
WHERE | The glacier edge
WARNINGS / NOTES | Riddick is likely to cuss a lot

Between the unchanging landscape, the unpleasant weather, the dearth of people about Riddick actually wants to talk to, and the lack of a sponsor with food today, Riddick is done with the arena at last. He's perched on the edge of the glacier, looking out over the freezing water, contemplating just how much force he'd need pushing off to clear the rocks and reach the water. Freezing combined with drowning seems like a more pleasant way to go than smashing one's self on jagged, icy rocks and then drowning.

Besides, he's curious how far they'll let him swim, and it'll be fun to see how long he lasts before the cold gets to him.

His much-abused rope sits coiled on the ice behind him, his coat is sitting folded beside it, and the saved cans he's been collecting are stacked almost as neatly atop it. All of which might be useful to someone else who actually wants to kill people in this thing, unlike himself. He's sitting there, in the cold, considering his jump for plenty of time for anyone nearby to decide to have a chat.

Or an attempt to off him before he does it himself. Whatever.
president_evil: (weskerHmm)

[personal profile] president_evil 2013-02-08 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Throughout his preparations, Riddick was watched. A figure in the distance, regarding his 'district-mate' from behind dark lenses.

Wesker's opinion of the man had, to this point, been hazy and undecided. But now...

Pathetic.
president_evil: (weskerHmm)

[personal profile] president_evil 2013-02-11 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
Wesker didn't appear to be disturbing by being discovered. He remained straight and tall and unmoving - save for the gentle ruffling of his pale hair by the salt-laden breeze.

"Oh, don't mind me," he replied dryly. "I'm just here to watch the show."
Edited 2013-02-11 11:16 (UTC)
president_evil: (weskerSauve)

[personal profile] president_evil 2013-02-12 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps you should have sold tickets," he drawled, making no move to get closer. Why bother? Why waste the energy?

"Then you'd at least be guaranteed some sort of satisfaction."
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[personal profile] president_evil 2013-02-13 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
"What will you do next time, I wonder?" he asked lightly, almost conversationally. Almost as if he cared one way or the other. "Hang yourself from the trees? Fall on your own knife?"

All these people here... Wesker couldn't believe the collective sense of stupidity. The way they all just rolled over. They way they allowed themselves to be controlled.

"Or perhaps something else as suitably pointless?"