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thearena2013-04-06 12:55 pm
teethofneedles) wrote in thearena2013-04-06 12:55 pm
Entry tags:
On the Hunt
Who: Karis and Daniel Jackson
What: Karis is out looking for other tributes; she finds one.
Where: Adventureland
When: Week Three
Warnings/Notes: Violence.
Just because she'd been able to feed once didn't mean that Karis had stopped looking for others - on the contrary, she wanted to find another Tribute and bring them down. Somehow, she'd thought this would be easier then it had been - apparently everyone around here was good at hiding or fighting or running or all three. So that meant she'd only gotten one kill so far (plus a few instances where she'd been able to draw blood on a few people). She still prowled the empty streets and byways of the strange amusement park, yellow eyes glinting as she sought out the living. Her boots scraped on asphalt as she turned down another street - had she been here already? It was hard to tell sometimes, with all of the wreckage and general decay. Sometimes it almost reminded her of home, before they'd started rebuilding. Rust, buildings falling apart. It was almost enough to make her nostalgiac.
Then she froze - had she heard something? She couldn't quite tell. She edged towards one of the doorways, intent on hiding if anyone (or anything) else came down the street. Striking from ambush was one of her preferred methods of attack. She'd watch and she'd wait. At least for a little while longer.
What: Karis is out looking for other tributes; she finds one.
Where: Adventureland
When: Week Three
Warnings/Notes: Violence.
Just because she'd been able to feed once didn't mean that Karis had stopped looking for others - on the contrary, she wanted to find another Tribute and bring them down. Somehow, she'd thought this would be easier then it had been - apparently everyone around here was good at hiding or fighting or running or all three. So that meant she'd only gotten one kill so far (plus a few instances where she'd been able to draw blood on a few people). She still prowled the empty streets and byways of the strange amusement park, yellow eyes glinting as she sought out the living. Her boots scraped on asphalt as she turned down another street - had she been here already? It was hard to tell sometimes, with all of the wreckage and general decay. Sometimes it almost reminded her of home, before they'd started rebuilding. Rust, buildings falling apart. It was almost enough to make her nostalgiac.
Then she froze - had she heard something? She couldn't quite tell. She edged towards one of the doorways, intent on hiding if anyone (or anything) else came down the street. Striking from ambush was one of her preferred methods of attack. She'd watch and she'd wait. At least for a little while longer.