Just an innocent child

[knifewithnoname]

Who| Pruna and Barbara Gordon
What| Pruna gets crafty
Where| Candy land near the milkshake river
When| During Week Six, after Pruna kills Clint
Warnings/Notes| Death

Pruna took stock of her injuries, they were pretty bad, though not bad enough that she couldn't still move, couldn't still fight. She had no medical supplies though, all she and Sandy had received had gone on Sandy. She barely had any food left either, and not even Pruna could live on chocolate milk forever.

She followed the girl she had been stalking silently. She was tired though, and though she thought she could fight this girl easily she couldn't be sure. So she had formulated a plan, one that she hoped would work. After all Effie had told her that no one would want to help brats, but that they would want to help a little girl just desperate to survive. And from what she had seen so far, this girl would want to help.

She didn't need to do much to make herself look injured and pathetic, though it hurt her pride a bit she burst out the bush, barefooted, with candy floss stuck in her hair. Her sword was strapped to her back, as long as she was and her knifes were well hidden on her belt underneath her tunic.

She ran into the girls path, looking around her wildly, looking terrified.

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[acro_bat_ic]

Barbara froze, eyes wide - surprised, and admittedly not sure what to do with it. She'd been doing relatively well, with her winnings from the cornucopia. Her tent, her sun glasses - but...

Sudden girl in front of her. She didn't really know what to do with that.

"Are you lost?"

Right.

Stupid joke.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna had to practically bite her tongue to stop the angry comment she wanted to answer with. Instead she span round wildly and brought a blood covered arm up as if to protect herself.

"Do no be hurting me!"

[acro_bat_ic]

It's funny how knowing something intellectually doesn't really stop you feel from feeling something else, emotionally. The moment Pruna acted like that, she suddenly felt like the villain in this weird candy-based story.

"No hurting," she promised. "Just here to talk."

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna stared wide eyed at her for a moment before nodding and shuffling a little bit forward, wincing and making a point of pressing both hands to her side, where her tunic was stained with blood.

"You do be wanting to be talking to me?"

[acro_bat_ic]

"With words and everything," she promised, stepping closer herself. Don't panic, little girl. She's one of the good guys. Just look at her.

[knifewithnoname]

She nodded, biting her lip and trying to make her voice whiny like Sandy's sometimes was. "Okay, we can be doing that."

[acro_bat_ic]

"...Are you hungry?" she doesn't have much food, but she can scrounge something up .

[knifewithnoname]

"Yes." Pruna blinked at her. "I do be being very hungry."

[acro_bat_ic]

"I think I have something," she said, gesturing for the woman to come.

[knifewithnoname]

She moved forward, suspicious though she tried to look eager and thankful.

[acro_bat_ic]

And Barbara made the mistake of turning her back as she searched for where she'd left her last doki carcass. She'd found ways of cooking those things up.

[knifewithnoname]

Perhaps if she tried this again she would wait longer, see how far she could push it. But she didn't know this person and there was always the risk that she was planning on turning on Pruna.

So she waited until she was searching and skipped closer, drew her dagger and jumped, planning on closing the distance and stabbing the back of the girls neck before she even realised Pruna had moved.

[acro_bat_ic]

Maybe Barbara heard something, maybe it was instinct - but she started to turn. Too late to actually save herself from the knife, most likely... but early enough to let Pruna see the look of surprise on her mouth.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna met her eyes as the knife went into her throat, pushing the girl away from her, blood only attracted the creatures.

"May the dark god be watching over you." She said quietly as she stepped back.

[acro_bat_ic]

Barbara was still staring when she collapsed.