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thearena2015-03-01 10:12 pm
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I Rise, I Move On [Closed]
WHO| Venus Dee Milo and Molotov Cocktease
WHAT| Molotov takes righteous revenge on Venus for sleeping with her...not-boyfriend. And being prettier.
WHERE| Near the lake.
WHEN| Week 3
WARNINGS| Divafight and death!
By dint of will, Venus is up and walking three days after her incident with the smilodons. It's not an easy process, and in all likelihood a doctor would tell her that she needs to rest, but laying in a tree with Albert and Jet tending to her like a newborn kitten doesn't sit well with her. She doesn't like having to ask for one of them to carry her down to the ground so she can drag herself off to a bush and pee. She doesn't like only hearing from their reports to her how the landscape is changing, or waiting for Sam and Phil to visit each day to check up on her. As such, she throws herself wholeheartedly into, if not recovery, then forward motion.
By the sixth day, she's walking with barely a limp, bandages wrapped so tight around her abdomen that they might seem to be keeping her insides in. She jokingly refers to them as her 'Spanx', and over Jet and Albert's protests, she goes out to find food and collect water. She carries herself with the sort of battered dignity of a statue that's survived a natural disaster.
She hears Molotov coming. Most people wouldn't have, because Molotov has stealth that most people wouldn't be able to pick up in their entire lives, but Venus is a professional. And Molotov, knowing that, hasn't put much effort into sneaking.
"Should have expected you to show up eventually. You got a moment or am I keeping you from killing more teenagers?"
WHAT| Molotov takes righteous revenge on Venus for sleeping with her...not-boyfriend. And being prettier.
WHERE| Near the lake.
WHEN| Week 3
WARNINGS| Divafight and death!
By dint of will, Venus is up and walking three days after her incident with the smilodons. It's not an easy process, and in all likelihood a doctor would tell her that she needs to rest, but laying in a tree with Albert and Jet tending to her like a newborn kitten doesn't sit well with her. She doesn't like having to ask for one of them to carry her down to the ground so she can drag herself off to a bush and pee. She doesn't like only hearing from their reports to her how the landscape is changing, or waiting for Sam and Phil to visit each day to check up on her. As such, she throws herself wholeheartedly into, if not recovery, then forward motion.
By the sixth day, she's walking with barely a limp, bandages wrapped so tight around her abdomen that they might seem to be keeping her insides in. She jokingly refers to them as her 'Spanx', and over Jet and Albert's protests, she goes out to find food and collect water. She carries herself with the sort of battered dignity of a statue that's survived a natural disaster.
She hears Molotov coming. Most people wouldn't have, because Molotov has stealth that most people wouldn't be able to pick up in their entire lives, but Venus is a professional. And Molotov, knowing that, hasn't put much effort into sneaking.
"Should have expected you to show up eventually. You got a moment or am I keeping you from killing more teenagers?"
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She meets Molotov's eyes; her own are entirely free of tears, because she can handle pain and death and she doesn't even feel fear these days. She bats her lashes, knowing that back home viewers are gobbling this up (and probably making amateur porn knock-off videos).
"Rock my world, bitch."
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Raking one hand through her hair, she goes and takes a seat on a rock at the lake's edge, peering out over the water. She'd kill for a cigarette right now.
Well. Kill again.