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Dr. Rebecca Holiday ([personal profile] doc_holi) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-04-20 07:25 pm

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Who: Holiday, Asha, and Punchy
What: Asha's killing Holiday
Where: Tomorrowland somewhere
When: Week 5
Warnings/Notes: Death. Woo. Might be more later.



It was too late. Holiday's time was running short and she knew it.

For the time being, she was weak. With little to no food and no real help from sponsors for the last few weeks, Holiday wasn't doing well at all. It was only a matter of time and... to be honest, she couldn't wait. She was mostly worried about the few friends she had made her in Panem, but with the wise choice of putting distance between herself and most of them, she had no way of knowing anything...
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-22 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Punchy's been doing his best. The orchards in Tomorrowland have been picked entirely clean, and that means relying on the Sponsors for food. Even flexing for the camera hasn't managed to net him anything.

Eventually, he's going to have to use that can of caviar Topher gave him. For some sentimental reason, he doesn't want to crack it open just yet (and in addition, fish eggs are just gross).

He decides the best way to make use of his friend's final gift is to spread the good fortune around. He knows generally where Holiday is, so he heads in her direction. He waves a bit so she knows it's him. "Hey, sha- hey, Holiday."
nunpunching: (Default)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-23 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I brought you some cheddar, Holiday. Man, that's a mouthful, gurl. Can I call you Holly?" He waves the can of caviar and comes to sit next to her. "It's some fish egg shizz. Here, I can pop it for you."

He scrabbles at the can with his fingertips.
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-24 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Ain't mine. One of my homies gave it to me, before he, you know." Punchy presses his lips together and looks away. "Figure gotta spread the good stuff, you know?"

So he doesn't fail two people.
doesnotsew: (I'm coming down to rain)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-04-24 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Considering the circumstances, Asha's been doing fine; after a month of starving in the snow, she's not going to complain about the collection of food she's gathered. She has weapons, too-- they may not be her normal tools, but fishhooks and whips are better than nothing.

Every day is one closer to getting back home, as the sky lights up with faces, but it's also one more day she wastes that her brother is left with Stannis, her throne with her uncle. When she hears voices, she only considers it for a second; there might be two of them and one of her, but she was Ironborn, and she would win or die trying, those were the only options.

She stalks closer, creeping up behind them-- she may not be proficient enough with the whip to really cause damage, but it worked just as well as chains to strangle.
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-25 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I hope you're right, Holly. This joint is..." He doesn't want to say 'unnatural', because he knows the dead can rise, and he doesn't believe that that which is unnatural is inherently wrong, but something about this all makes him deeply uneasy, like a 6/8 beat. "It's wack."

The last few weeks have weakened him pretty severely, but he's at least had enough to eat, and managed to avoid infection in his empty eye socket or from the scratches and bites on him. He leans back and only out of pure luck sees Asha moving through the orchard grass.

"Yo, another shawty out here?" He gets up, then says a quick 'sorry' to Holiday for the verbal slip.
doesnotsew: (I'm coming down to rain)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-04-28 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
She slips the hook into her hand as soon as he speaks, standing up as Holiday does, moving in close in an instant; she misses the significance of the 'last arena,' having to react too quickly to try and take it in.

"I could do it painlessly," she offers, easy but serious; she doesn't expect much of a fight either way, and they're obviously both injured, so it's the least she could do. "But I'll do it regardless."
nunpunching: (Why you up in my grill biatch?)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-29 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
It's his nightmare all over again. It's Topher, reaching his hand out and getting a spear in the gut, only this time it's Holiday.

"Nah, dawg, you won't," Punchy says, moving between Asha and Holiday and trying to knock the hook aside. "Don't make me put you down!"
doesnotsew: (well you're gonna have to yell)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-04-29 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
She reacts immediately, snapping her fist back towards him in retaliation, just as eager to spring into the fight-- she was planning on one either way, after all. She's more surprised that the woman would pull him back.

"Someone has to win, 'dog,' and it's more likely me than either of you."
nunpunching: (Why you up in my grill biatch?)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-05-01 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Punchy, thrown off by Holiday's interruption, takes the fist to the side of his head. His vision bursts like a firework and he grunts before trying to shove Asha away.

"Stay-" he tries to grapple away her weapon. "-frosty, bitch!"
doesnotsew: (you're gonna have to curse him)

oh god I'm so sorry you guys

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-05-19 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She snarls, shoulders hunched aggressively as she doesn't let go, trying to wrench the hook back towards her and him off balance as she does so. It was understandable for them to fight, but she couldn't afford to lose-- she should put them both out of their misery. The boy can go first, then.

But the woman keeps trying to interfere, and she's not one to miss the opportunity, releasing her hold on the hook in an instant. Let the two of them keep each other busy for an instant, it's all she needs to get her hands on her whip again, pressing up against Holiday to reach around her neck.

"This could go easily," she warns both of them, the whip tight but not choking-- yet. "Or you could keep struggling, and she gets hurt more than she has to."