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WHO | Gabriel and Rea
WHAT | Gabriel gets emo'd to death
WHEN | Week 5
WHERE | Not far from the cornucopia
WARNINGS / NOTES | Character death, violence

Gabriel makes his way towards the cornucopia slowly. He's starving and he's freezing and he intends to wait out whatever this surprise is until most of the rest of the people here have managed to kill each other. His powers are gone again, which he is supremely pissed off about, but that means he wants to stay as far away from fighting as he can for as long as he can.

Of course, this all hinges on him not being spotted, so he's careful to be slow and quiet in the snow. He's taken a clue from Javert, whose death had filled him with just a little glee, and is currently carrying a large chunk of ice.

That's when he sees black hair on the stark white landscape. She's small, but he's not dumb enough to think that means she can't fight, since he's no Andre the Giant himself. He starts to approach her from behind. Maybe he can just brain her with the ice without being seen.

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Andrea had also been making her way back to the Cornucopia. After weeks of starving, she was tired. And cold. Her makeup had long since been rubbed off, and it was ages since she had really seen anybody at all. She was FED UP.

And the only weapons she had were her stupid folding knife and an icicle pulled from the Cornucopia a few days previous.

At first, she doesn't see or hear Gabriel approaching. But as he comes nearer, Andrea becomes aware of the creaking snow and turns to look to check for cracks in the ice. But obviously, cracks aren't the problem.Gabriel is. So Andrea raises her own knife and stands, with the blade pressed to her lips whilst she stares, as threateningly as she can, at Gabriel.

Gabriel cracks a smile and then he just breaks into laughter. Oh, yeah, this is going to be an easy one.

"Is that--is that supposed to intimidate me, because it's really not working for you, Siouxsie Sioux." In another situation, it would be cuter and he might even offer to teach her to be better at it, but as it stands, only one of them can win.

"It better intimidate you. I don't mess around with knives. I go straight for the jugular vein."

Okay, in reality, Andrea has never slit anybody's throat. But she has read books about it. She knows what she's doing.

Sort of.

Andrea's not about to back down, though. This man is going to have to die, or it will be she who ends up in a pool of bloody.

"I dare you. Come closer and I'll give you a free demonstration, if you like."

"Do you even know where the jugular is, kid?" Yeah, he moves closer. What's she going to do? Korn him to death?

"Shouldn't you be reading Twilight or writing The Crow fanfiction or something?" They really want him to kill a kid? He's done worse, but still, this kind of goes against everything he just finally stood up for. A kid.

If she'd been an adult, he would have attacked her already.

"DON'T call me 'kid'! I am NOT a child."

She points the knife straight at Gabriel now, hesitant to make the first move.

"And I do NOT read Twilight."

Though she does write fanfiction. Shut up judging her!

"Come on then, right up close so I can do this properly. I am going to paint all the snow red with your blood, and sniff it and put it on your face. I'm going to pull out your intestines and EAT your heart."

"Honey, all of you are children." Humans are so young and spunky. "And I see we're going for more of a 90s goth vibe, right? More Marylin Manson than... whatever crappy thing replaced him?"

He waves his arms around as he speaks, but then he stops to study her. "Or is this a pagan thing? I can actually get behind that as long as you're not some secret hippie. Pagan gods hate hippies."

Andrea bristled at his comments. Was he trying to provoke her?

"I am NOT a goth. I'm an EMO!" Obviously. "And I am definitely NOT a hippie. Do you see my hair in dreadlocks? Do you see me smoking up on the magic mushrooms?"

What Andrea would do for even Celia's crappy magic mushrooms. Or better yet, just a line - one line of coke.

"Are you trying to tell me you're a pagan god? You don't LOOK or sound like a pagan god to me. I reckon the lack of food an' the cold's getting to you, mate. Shall I end ift for you? Put us both out of our misery?"

He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, if it dyes its hair likes a duck..." He shrugged.

"You do know that you don't smoke mushrooms, right? You... you know what? Smoke them. I want to see what happens when a human does that." He smirks. "And hells yeah, I'm a pagan god. You ever heard of Loki? I'm a tricksy little devil."

"Well that's all you know about fashion!" Andrea snorted contemptuously, and shoved her hair back out of her face. How she wished that the other emos were there.

"You know what? If I had my hockey stick, I would have already clubbed you to death for that, and hooked out your eyes with the end."

Damnit. Stupid mushrooms. As if she went near Celia's stuff. God only knew what the hippy mixed her crap with. Andrea much prefered her own coke, cut with paracetamol for her and the girls.

"YOU'RE Loki? You?" Andrea stared at the man. "You don't LOOK like Loki. You look boring."

Fashion? Not really Gabriel's favorite thing. It was pretty low on the vices, to be honest. Why dress up his dress?

"Yeah and you look goth, so I guess appearances can be deceiving, huh?" He approached her with a sense of swagger. Was he really supposed to be afraid? She was a freakin' kid and a dumb one at that. He could take her, even without his powers.

He sighed. "I'll try to make this painless, kid, but it's you or me and I just like me more."

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