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Karkat Vantas ([personal profile] sleeplessinalternia) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-04-30 06:28 pm

to die by your side [CLOSED]

Who| Karkat, Signless, Hyperion [CLOSED]
What| Karkat and Signless die. Signless finds out something about Karkat while this is happening.
Where| Main Street USA
When| Week Seven
Warnings/Notes| double murder, hells of blood

Unfortunately, Signless' shoulder wound isn't getting better.

Karkat had ended up leaving Cuthbert to work on the trap on his own while he took Signless back to the hide-out so that he could sleep and Karkat could at least rest a little. That way they could switch off when Cuthbert was ready to rest, since evidently these human aliens were diurnal. So now here he is, leaning against one of the sales racks, trying to keep an ear out for intruders.
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-01 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
His arrival is quiet. Almost peaceful. The look in his eyes makes him anything but, however. There are lines in his face, telling and worrying, lines of exhaustion and hunger, lines of a man who has gone too long indulging and forgetting to take care of himself. He's sure there's a capital sin somewhere in his actions, greed or gluttony, perhaps, killing and shedding the blood of others just because he could, just because the virus creeping in his brain invited him to go, go, go and never stop.

But now he has to stop. That's what he tells himself, looking for supplies, looking for a means to rest and recharge. He's still human - though the implants in his arms and eyes and the virus have made him something more repulsive than that - he is still mortal. It's time to focus on that, he thinks. His own mortality, instead of someone else's.

How wrong he is.
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[personal profile] 69problems 2013-05-01 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The Signless makes a soft noise within the sleeping bag and curls up a little tighter. He's so tired, lately, and every moment of sleep is precious, so he doesn't immediately process what Karkat's saying.

"...What?"
Edited 2013-05-01 16:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-02 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Hyperion stops in his tracks, hand reaching for something colorful in one of the shelves, to look behind his shoulder and listen. That sound didn't belong there. Something in the air doesn't quite belong, now that he thinks about it.

He inhales. With an exhale, he turns around.
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[personal profile] 69problems 2013-05-02 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He's so confused by this utterly unanticipated romantic gesture that he does, indeed, fall quiet. He knows their situation is potentially desperate so he doesn't think too much of it, and anyway he's always played fast and loose with his quadrants, and the important part is that he isn't talking.

He does sit up though, as quietly as he can, until he can see their guest. Hopefully this one isn't murderous.
Edited 2013-05-02 23:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-03 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Hyperion's steps are taking him closer to the hidden tributes until he passes right by them, more curiosity than any wariness in his eyes or in the way his hands close into soft fists by his sides, searching the premises for any sign of movement, of a presence. He is making no effort to be sneaky, not exactly - just careful. Discreet.

He hears another sound, from the distance. A loud pop, probably debris collapsing into itself, with no one around to witness the destruction, making him look with a wild alertness in his eyes. The sound calms him down, however, and after another moment, Hyperion returns to what he was doing before.

(If there's someone here, he'll find them. Or they'll find him. It doesn't matter.)
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[personal profile] 69problems 2013-05-03 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Signless sees what Karkat's doing and his eyes widen. He shakes his head emphatically in Karkat's direction, trying to catch his eye, but he knows it's probably pointless. Maybe he can grab him, pull him back before he does anything stupid to give them away? He starts wiggling out of the sleeping bag, but his movements are disappointingly slow and he's still babying his shoulder. There's no way he'll be able to do anything.
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-06 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It seems Karkat is going to get what he wants. Hyperion keeps moving onwards without pausing to turn back, hands reaching for supplies to look them over and verify their utility. Nothing seems to be good enough, nothing seems to catch his attention like it should -- until he suddenly shifts and his arm swings to throw a heavy can in the silent attacker's direction.
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-06 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
No one is given time to react after the can is thrown - by the time Karkat is spewing swear words in his head, Hyperion is lunging at him with a knife at the ready, kicking him flat in the stomach to throw him down, fingers squeezing around his neck while his knife presses right beneath his eye, shoving the back of his head against the cold floor.

Doesn't this one look unique. He doesn't care. He's killed an alien before; the unusual didn't make him curious enough to spare a life before, it should be no different now.

"Hi."

Hyperion shows him his teeth. It could be a smile.
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Just getting a response in here, then you two can keep back and forthing until Karkat's dead

[personal profile] 69problems 2013-05-07 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The Signless is paralyzed. He wants to sink back into the sleeping bag and disappear until Hyperion is gone, but he also wants to go over there and help -- and it's so stupid, because how exactly would he help? This alien has a knife and he's unarmed, and even if he had the most amazing weapon in the world he couldn't do a damn thing with it because he won't fight, at least, not to kill. And this man looks like the type that you don't fight if you don't intend for someone not to come out alive.

He tries to say 'Stop!' or 'Don't!' but no sound comes out at all.
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-07 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The effort to keep the humanoid down is visible in the way his arm trembles, knife still placed very carefully and readily against his cheek. He could cut Karkat's eye out if he wanted, make him feel a little something before deciding where to move on next.

"You could say hello back." Idle talk. Hyperion prefers the sound of his own voice, anyway. "Were you trying to kill me?"
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-08 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hyperion's eyes follow the trail of Karkat's gaze, swift and and wary like an animal. He's looking for someone else. Which means there won't be just one death today.

They need to stop grouping together. It's a very bad idea.

"That was a big mistake, buddy." His lips stretch to show teeth, neither a grin nor fully a grimace, pulling back the knife to drive it into the stomach, pushing and twisting, his face close to the creature's, almost capable of picking up his scent. It's never a pleasant one. Hyperion can't say his is much better - there's so much blood on him already.

(It's neither a grin nor a grimace. It's just teeth.)

The knife pulls out and slits the feeble throat. The other inevitable death would have been slow. This is quick. Effective. Clean at first, a mess shortly after.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your friend?"

Silence is starting to set it. But he doesn't mean Karkat - he's waiting for an answer.

Hyperion is looking straight at where Signless should be.
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[personal profile] 69problems 2013-05-16 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, he's finding it hard to make any noise at all. Karkat is -- was? -- like him. Here he was thinking he'd just happened upon a particularly embarrassed maroonblood with a soft spot for strange trolls, but--

He takes a deep breath. There's no way he's not going to die; really it's a miracle he made it this long. So it's probably better if he dies not cowering the back of an abandoned shop, isn't it?

Hyperion will probably notice the resemblance between this alien and the one he just killed. Same messy hair. There's a crust of dried blood on his shoulder and he sways a little as he walks.

"You didn't have to kill him," he says, and there's a clear note of anger in his voice.
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-05-17 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was either me or him."

That's the truth, but Hyperion would gladly have taken his life, with or without his initial intention to attack him first. Hyperion gets on his knees, then on his feet, knife by his side. He wipes the blood on his clothes.

"Sorry you had to see that."