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WHO | R and Copycat [Closed]
WHAT | R has another run-in with a Tribute. It goes worse than before. He probably should learn how to climb too in the future. They shank each other.
WHEN | After his spat with Atticus in the crevasse.
WHERE | A crevasse not far from the Cornucopia.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Gore, death.
Note to self: wolves still aren't worth hunting down.
Now he’s minus an arm and he has nothing to show for it. Today isn’t his day.
R really does sigh this time.
He does it again a few days later. Being a zombie is like that: the days seem to last forever or, blink-and-you’ll-miss it, suddenly it’s a week later shuffling down a hall or bumping into the same bench over and over. R cranes his head to look up. Same sky as before, a few stars winking at him. Still cold down here. He can register it making even a shamble hard work and it’s starting to creep in that feels…uncomfortable. Bad, AKA he’s starting to suspect he can actually feel it. Weird. R isn’t sure what to make of it. What he does know is he wishes he had his arm back. Having a stump flopping around throws his balance off. No wonder he’s run into more walls than usual. How the other zombies made it look so easy is beyond him and R thinks those Dead deserve major props, on second thought.
Climbing out is a no-go when his hand-eye coordination isn’t exactly good on the best of days. After awhile R gave up. Or more like the simply lost the urge, had it slide away like everything else, and now he stares up at the sky, his eyes wide as he strains to listen. Huh, he thought he heard something. A voice? A footstep against the snow? The zombie turns toward the sound like it’s a magnet. Hey, at this point, anything beats getting personal with another wall of snow and ice again. It makes the airport look like a party.
A chunk of ice comes is dislodged from overhead, tumbling down and crashing at R's feet. The zombie strains toward the activity above him. One of those others that Atticus was all worried about? Another Dead?
WHAT | R has another run-in with a Tribute. It goes worse than before. He probably should learn how to climb too in the future. They shank each other.
WHEN | After his spat with Atticus in the crevasse.
WHERE | A crevasse not far from the Cornucopia.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Gore, death.
Note to self: wolves still aren't worth hunting down.
Now he’s minus an arm and he has nothing to show for it. Today isn’t his day.
R really does sigh this time.
He does it again a few days later. Being a zombie is like that: the days seem to last forever or, blink-and-you’ll-miss it, suddenly it’s a week later shuffling down a hall or bumping into the same bench over and over. R cranes his head to look up. Same sky as before, a few stars winking at him. Still cold down here. He can register it making even a shamble hard work and it’s starting to creep in that feels…uncomfortable. Bad, AKA he’s starting to suspect he can actually feel it. Weird. R isn’t sure what to make of it. What he does know is he wishes he had his arm back. Having a stump flopping around throws his balance off. No wonder he’s run into more walls than usual. How the other zombies made it look so easy is beyond him and R thinks those Dead deserve major props, on second thought.
Climbing out is a no-go when his hand-eye coordination isn’t exactly good on the best of days. After awhile R gave up. Or more like the simply lost the urge, had it slide away like everything else, and now he stares up at the sky, his eyes wide as he strains to listen. Huh, he thought he heard something. A voice? A footstep against the snow? The zombie turns toward the sound like it’s a magnet. Hey, at this point, anything beats getting personal with another wall of snow and ice again. It makes the airport look like a party.
A chunk of ice comes is dislodged from overhead, tumbling down and crashing at R's feet. The zombie strains toward the activity above him. One of those others that Atticus was all worried about? Another Dead?
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What is this, it's raining Tributes.R barely has time to take a few awkward steps to the side before someone lands right on top of him. Just because he's a walking corpse doesn't mean he likes the idea of someone landing on his head. The mad shuffle-for-safety puts him in the perfect position to turn, loom up behind Blue and...realize whoa, she's tall for a woman. Like, really tall. R can't even remember a living (or Dead) chick that tall. He's not much taller than her, give or take a few inches, making it hard to loom over Blue when he's seconds away from clocking his chin against her. The whole package is distracting, ignoring the height thing. Blue all over, pretty hair as white as a picked-over skeleton - he's sure M would've had a field day with this one, if he was here. Oh well.
R grabs at Blue's neck, trying to pull her close enough and throwing his weight forward at the same time to pin her against the ice. Time for round two. This time he’s going at this old school and not trying anything fancy like he did with Atticus.
Maybe he’s already getting rusty with the whole eating people thing after hanging out with Julie. R doesn't know anymore.
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"Oh, no. What ever will I do?" She drawls, sounding ridiculously bored as her lips curl up into a smirk. Suddenly, she's changing: shrinking to average female height, covered in auburn fur, and sporting some very feline appendages. This grants her just enough wiggle room to wrap her tail around her assailant and with ease, toss him back several feet.
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R is getting tired of fur, fast. That stuff gets stuck in your teeth and doesn't come out. No wonder he prefers eating humans.
"Fun...ny," R would rolls his eyes if he had the coordination for it. He makes another clumsy lunge at Cheater, glad M can't see him now, and he tries not to get too distracted by the tail moving like it's got a mind of its own. With the crevasse he's stuck in being narrow, maybe he could count on tiring her out. It's a long, boring (even for a zombie) way to get some food, but works.
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Nothing less than she expects of course, so she's anticipating the move as she leaps against the side of the ice wall, using her claws to grip it as she climbs enough to get behind the zombie while her tail whips around his feet to trip him.
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He lets out a low rumble from his chest, and within seconds he's leaping across the air and pouncing on top of R. Sabretooth just sneers happily and begins swiping at R's chest with his claws to gut him.
Did you want R getting any scratches or bites in?
The zombie doesn't let the fact he has mincemeat for a chest cavity stop him. He continues to grab onto this Thing with all the strength death gave him, trying to sneak a bite in. This is the part where having two arms would help. Like, a lot.
sure! sabretooth will just heal from them anyway but sounds fun. :D
He growls as the zombie gets a bite in, a low rumble like that of a furious lion from his chest, claws wrapping around R's neck as Sabretooth is quickly back on his feet and slamming the zombie into the side of the crevasse.
The place where he's been bitten begins to stretch and shift until it's fully healed.
Re: sure! sabretooth will just heal from them anyway but sounds fun. :D
R’s head cracked hard against it.
A long shard of ice managed to smash into his skull and force its way inside, piercing his brain. There were no death throes or twitching: R simply stopped, a puppet with its strings cut. His body slumped as Elvis left the building and it reverted back into a normal, everyday corpse.
A few seconds later, his cannon boomed overhead.