thearena | [closed] Hello darkness my old friend

Who: Karis and Venus
What: Karis cops it.
Where: Candyland! Near the milkshake pond.
When: Early on Week 7 (aka backdated as hell)
Warnings: Swearing, violence, death.

Well, she'd made it this far without too many serious injuries. Sure, she had an arrowhead lodged in one rib and a few cuts and missing pieces, but that was to be expected. So far she'd managed to survive - not to mention kill a few people. She'd also managed to avoid most people. Karis didn't typically like to avoid people - maybe it was really that people were avoiding her. She wasn't sure. After her last kill, she'd decided to stick close to the weird milkshake lake - hunker down and stalk anyone who came by. Better then wandering at random. She lay on her belly in the undergrowth, sitting very still as she listened and watched for signs of any other passers-by. Her last kill had been nearby - maybe she'd get lucky twice and whoever that girl had been screaming for would come back.

Then again, no one was that stupid. Especially not if they'd seen her face blasted all over the sky. Of course, hope springs eternal. She shifts her weight slightly, bare feet scraping over the ground. Patience and the ability to sit still for a very, very long time: both key parts of being a zombie.

Of course, she'd also been waiting for a few days and even zombies got bored. With a faint 'huff' she popped to her feet in a sudden burst of movement. If anyone was nearby (and being sneaky) she'd probably just given herself away.

That was fine with her, of course. Let them come.

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Venus is not bothering to be sneaky. She knows what she's good at, and creeping around isn't it. Creeping and sneaking reminds her of hating herself, of hiding in her room at Xavier's with a plush animal clutched to her chest, of curling up under the remains of the dining room table crying after she blew her family to hell.

So instead she strides, feet bare and chapped and covered to the ankles in powdered sugar, sleeves of her catsuit sliced off to show off her arms, one of those gaudy pink katanas tucked through her belt. She's pulled the hood of her outfit up, the mask hanging a little loose and distended around her face; it gives her a distinctive cat-eared silhouette.

She knows they're getting to the end. The faces in the sky are becoming fewer and fewer as the days go by, until whole days go without a single cannon firing. Rather than wait for the Gamemakers to break the slump by throwing a muttation at her, she's taking matters into her own hand. She's going hunting.

She crests a hill and sees a figure, maybe a corpse, maybe a fellow hunter, lying in the undergrowth in a blood-spattered nurse outfit. She stops and, shading her eyes, peers out there.

And grins, dropping her hand to her side after an innocuous wave. "Hey, hot stuff!"

Karis jerks her head around with a blink - she knows that voice. For a long moment she stares at Venus suspiciously, squinting against the light. There's a faint 'pop' as she cracks her neck and then bares her teeth in what might be a grin, but could also be mistaken for a snarl.

"Vee - what brings you out my way?"

Probably more tribute-killing, but Karis isn't really here to make friends. If the other woman wants to tangle with her, that's perfectly fine by Karis.

Venus pops her own neck in mimicry, and shrugs her shoulders in a casual, not aggressive, manner. "Figured hanging out alone didn't make for great television. There's only so many times the audience can listen to my butcher Christina Aguilera songs."

She saunters over to Karis, not looking like she expects a threat.

Karis is still wary - she remembers getting kicked in the stomach earlier and their little tussle at the Cornucopia. Then again, Venus had said they'd leave each other 'til last. Right? Karis wasn't sure she trusted her, but she did truste her own ability to kill people. She made a little 'huff' noise and settled a hand on a hip.

"Right, so you wanna team-up or something. Is that it?"

"Well, there's still some guys who don't respect the sistahs around here running around." Venus blows on her nails as if they're wet, and brushes them against her shoulder. "You game?"

"You left some alive?" Karis cracks - and almost manages a smile. She's still not sure what to make of Venus, but she's not attacking. Karis runs her tongue over her lips and then nods with a shrug, "Yeah, sure. Let's go kill some assholes. Where are they?"

Alright. She's going to trust someone. Just this once.

"Sure, I like to share the fun sometimes." Venus grins all the way up to her cheeks, her eyes like dashes amidst the charcoal. "Besides, still saving the best for last."

Her hand closes behind her back to the shiv tucked into her belt.

"Right," Karis mutters. She's never met a breather quite this enthusiastic about killing, but whatever. She fingers the rapier at her side and then shrugs, "Alright, fine. Let's go."

She takes a step forward, head swinging around to stare back along the shoreline. Just to make sure.

And that's when Venus makes her move, the shank coming out from her belt and held, tip down, as she brings it up and slams it into the base of Karis' skull. Maybe it's enough to kill, maybe not - Dead Girl could certainly survive it. Venus tosses the shiv aside and pulls the katana from her belt.

She feels guilty, she can't deny that. She's never really been one for subterfuge, but then again, this is war. She has to be more adaptable than just a bruiser who goes in and shoots things.

"Sorry, sister. I'm not waiting for you to get bored of me."

Karis doesn't see it coming. One moment she's upright, the next there's pain lancing through her head and she sees stars as she stumbles and collapses to a her hands and knees. Forsaken are tough, but you can still stun and hurt and kill them. She's dimly aware that Venus is talking to her, that she's under attack and she tries to get back to her feet, hand groping for the rapier at her side.

"I'm going to kill you, you stupid bitch-"

She's not dying here.

"You're going to try to kill me," Venus corrects, unsheathing the sword fully from her belt. She never really looked at the blade, she realized - that was stupid. It's hardly even got a sharp edge or it would have cut straight through the fabric around her waist.

Which means it's not as good for slicing as it is for stabbing. She raises it over her head like King Arthur pulling the sword from the stone, and drives the point down into Karis' spine.

[closed] Hello darkness my old friend

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