[OPEN] ► Week 2 | Arena 2 Desert

[hartless_cowboy]

WHO| Lindsey and [OPEN]
WHAT| Attempted murder, mayhem, Lindsey playing (death) god.
WHEN| Week 2
WHERE| Arena 2 - Somewhere in the desert?
WARNINGS/NOTES| PG for deaths?

For the next arena, Lindsey was having serious conversations with his stylist. At least at night, he could appreciate that he was dressed as Batman. It was layers, it was black, it kept him somewhat warm and allowed him to hide in the night. Few would see him coming up to them.

Now, with a 9 foot scythe, he was a frightening figure to behold. He even put the cowl back on to hide his features further, to keep more of his pale face from reflecting white in the darkness and scare any tributes he came across. Of course, it kept the cold winds out of his face. His cape unfortunately had to be sacrificed in order to pack his items, but it formed a pack of sorts on his back that made him look like he had a hunched back. Still, it was another layer of insulation and he didn't intend for people to get close enough to judge.

Really, a man dressed in black with seemingly protruding horns, wielding a grim reaper's scythe with every intention to kill? Lindsey knew how to make an impression.

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[hasacondition]

He nodded, first a reflex to hearing a voice and then again as he processed what was said. Who was he kidding in this condition? There was no point in trying to avoid it; he might as well go out with one quick stroke instead of dying of heat exhaustion, going crazy waiting for a drink. He could get back to his work, too.

He nodded again, his decision made up, his mouth too dry for speaking. There was still that fear in the back of his mind, like as soon as the blade swung the other guy would rip through the barrier and make this… worse, was the only word for it, prolonging the fight and killing someone else who, as far as he knew, just wanted to help. He knew that couldn’t be, that it would have happened hours ago if it were to happen at all, but the fear was enough to make him hesitate, glance down at his feet and reach his hands together to play with them before stopping as soon as they grabbed each other from the pain. He looked up, tried to lather up as much moisture as possible. “Quick.”

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey wasn't the mercy killing type, but ever since getting dragged here, ever since he got thrown into these crazy games, he had done his share of taking out people dying in arenas. Some of them thanked him, some of them hate him, and a few wanted to go out for drinks afterwards.

At least this guy didn't seem like he was the type to hold a grudge.

With a great heave, the scythe was lifted overhead, balanced in midair like the executioner's blade ready to fall. The grim reaper's weapon indeed, and its wicked curved edge caught the light just long enough to gleam as it was held up.

"Alright... Here's to hope there's no third arena."

[hasacondition]

He couldn’t help but eye the gleam off the blade in the air, and he closed his eyes in a preemptive wince, as if it would make this any better. He could think of a few ways that this could go very, very painfully, but there wasn’t much to do about it now except hope that it went otherwise—what was he going to do, fight it off?

His mouth quirked, part amusement and part hope, as he squeezed his eyes tighter and bowed his head forward.

[hartless_cowboy]

The blade came down, and one minute Banner had a head, and the next.... well, let's just say the head was no longer attached to the body.

At least it was a quick kill, almost a mercy killing, and in light of Lindsey's last conversation with a potential sponsor, he almost regretted it. But the guy seemed like a nice guy down on his luck, he figured torturing that sort wouldn't gain him much interest.

If he had to find someone to torture to death, he needed someone more spectacular.