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The Signless ([personal profile] 69problems) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-07-17 07:00 am

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Who| The Signless and Donatello
What| A near miss.
Where| The desert arena.
When| Week 4, during a night period, some time after the troll group has all got together.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, of course. Turtles with a tenuous grip on sanity.

It's probably not a good idea, to walk off on his own like this. He knows the desert best, though, and with their group increasing in size they need more food, more water, a more defensible position most of all. As a nocturnal creature he's in his element far more at night than during the day, so it's now that he chooses to do his scouting, red and yellow eyes luminous in the darkness.

It's disappointingly slow going, probably because he can't really expand his search too much and risk really separating himself from the group. The most exciting thing that happens is when he catches his foot on a rock and stumbles with a muffled, wordless noise of annoyance. It's louder than he would have liked it to be.
polyturtle: (WHERE IS THE BATHROOM)

[personal profile] polyturtle 2013-07-30 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not anymore." There was rage in his voice as Don spoke, getting ready to swing his scythe. "Not here. Not when we're not even the people who experienced those things!"
polyturtle: (WHERE IS THE BATHROOM)

[personal profile] polyturtle 2013-08-07 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Children," Don spat, and--well, Signless is right. He really is beyond reasoning, really beyond. "What good is protecting them, and what does it matter? They'll die and come back. If they prove themselves."

At this, he raised his scythe again.

"What any of us think or feel is irrelevant, anyhow!"
Edited 2013-08-07 14:17 (UTC)
polyturtle: (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

[personal profile] polyturtle 2013-08-09 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Oh--shell. Shell. Not this again. Of all the things. Buffaloes.

He knew he would have to run. He wouldn't be able to kill this one. It would be like Harley's death, too long, too drawn out. But, he did do one last thing before he began to run in a different direction.

He threw a knife at Signless, and prayed it would hit its mark.