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[tis_allgood]

Who| Cuthbert, Karkat, Neffa, Clint, Peggy and Anyone!
Where| Arena 1
When| Week 2
What| A couple of murder teenagers looking for trouble and hot girls possible partners
Warnings| Definitely violence



Since they've found each other Karkat and Cuthbert have been determined to make the most of this arena, which means a lot more violence than two boys dressed as magical girls usually face. Or maybe no, they're both fairly violent by nature. Which is why they're out seeking new victims... and new opportunities.

Anyone out wandering who happens to come across them might be in a little (or a lot) of trouble. Keep in mind, they're both teenagers and they have just recently shaved a mans head before killing him, so they're not the most mature pair out there. And they are ready for more.


((OOC, violence will not be serious/fatal unless requested, and let us know oocly if there's anything specifically you want or don't want.))

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NEFFA

[tis_allgood]

They spotted a man collecting his supplies. Or at least Karkat spotted him. He was the one who was better in the dark. They talked it over and decided they would take him out so they could steal his stuff.

"You go high, I go low?"

Re: NEFFA

[sleeplessinalternia]

"Yeah, okay," Karkat whispers back, getting himself into position to rush at the blue-haired guy (Jay?) with his knives.

[lessthanelementary]

It was stupid, stopping where anyone could see him. He should know this. He's got his back to a marzipan rock (hell with it, he's going to be sticky no matter what he does) and the last of the food from Eva in his hand, having stopped when the sun vanished again.

He gets to his feet, picking his sparkly pink club and his pouch of supplies up as he goes. He gives the candy-coated wilderness around him a long look; sees no one; pauses anyway. "Feeling watched" is for stories. Eyes don't have hands and they exert no pressure. He knows this. But he feels watched nonetheless.

He tights his grip around the bat, curses himself uneasily for a fool, and takes a step away from the rock that lacks conviction. There's no one there--! he snaps at himself, and takes another step. But if there is--? another part argues, and he takes a step back.

Gods. He almost hopes some doki-doki in the bushes pops out to make his decision for him. This is ridiculous.

[tis_allgood]

Bert is trying to stay low and quiet in the grass, but it crunches underfoot rather than bending and he's making more noise than he wants to. When he sees their target take up a bat against them he starts to worry that this won't go quick and clean. Maybe they can still pull this out.

Not long after he starts, Cuthbert gives up stealth completely in hopes he can surprise their target and still catch him off guard. He even yells as he stands up and makes a run for it.

Clint & Peggy

[tis_allgood]

They escaped from their last encounter with enough of their dignity and strength left to try again. And when they find what seems to be a man on his own there's a look in Cuthbert's eyes says 'let's do this'.

He pokes Karkat in the side and points to what little he can see of this man in the candy grass. Or at least, what he thinks is a man. He's desperate to prove that they can still do this together. They can keep the magic they had before.

Re: Clint & Peggy

[from_a_distance]

If they've spotted Clint, it won't be long that he's in their sights. He's moving quickly, almost silently, only out of the trees because there was a bare patch between them that he needed to cross. He'd much rather be up high, of course, but the others can't always keep up with him when he climbs.

Either way, he doesn't like being out in the open and is determined to get out of the open as soon as possible. Quickly checking over his shoulder to see that Peggy is still there, he sprints for the treeline. They've got to find some water tonight or the three of them won't make it any longer than Coulson did.

(And he is determinedly not thinking about that right now.)

[onthedot]

Peggy is moving at a much more sedate pace, but no less quietly or hidden. She's scanning the grasses for anything that may strike out at them, be it animal or other Tribute. There is a greater feel of desperation in this arena, whether or not that's the truth of the matter or not. Every rustle has her freezing midstep and it's becoming a challenge to keep up with Barton at all.

He can't be happy down on the ground like he is. That isn't where the best lines of sight can be found, but she is damn glad he is. Separating now sounds like a new inventive sort of hell.

Anyone!

[tis_allgood]

Singing off and on to keep the dokidokis away and stalking every chance they get, Cuthbert and Karkat are still looking to score something, whether it's a kill, more supplies or something equally interesting.