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thearena2013-07-03 12:12 am
hartless_cowboy) wrote in thearena2013-07-03 12:12 am
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[OPEN] ► Week 2 | Arena 2 Desert
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.
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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"And you just shot me!" Not that he blamed her, after all, he was chopping at her first. Which, as he, less gracefully than she did, got to his feet, he tried to swipe at her again. She would have gained her footing by then though, so he didn't hold any real hope of catching her. Now, it was more important to drive her back.
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No, they were probably still suppressing her genetic manipulation. Ivy's gogo juice wouldn't be helping her out here.
"How long you gonna keep at this?" She called doing her best to keep from panting and revealing her quickly waning energy as she notched another bolt in her crossbow.
"Because I can think about at least five other things I'd rather be doing right now."
This did not however stop her from shooting for his knee.
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Great, he hadn't even managed to cut her open despite her ridiculous mascot suit and he was already nicked. Just how did this happen?
"Alright, fine, we stop!" He used his scythe to push himself back up, but in case she looked like she was reloading again he was ready to dodge. "I was trying to earn some money but it looks like it won't be over you."