WHO| Lindsey and [OPEN]
WHAT| Attempted murder, mayhem, Lindsey playing (death) god.
WHEN| Week 2
WHERE| Arena 2 - Somewhere in the desert?
WARNINGS/NOTES| PG for deaths?

For the next arena, Lindsey was having serious conversations with his stylist. At least at night, he could appreciate that he was dressed as Batman. It was layers, it was black, it kept him somewhat warm and allowed him to hide in the night. Few would see him coming up to them.

Now, with a 9 foot scythe, he was a frightening figure to behold. He even put the cowl back on to hide his features further, to keep more of his pale face from reflecting white in the darkness and scare any tributes he came across. Of course, it kept the cold winds out of his face. His cape unfortunately had to be sacrificed in order to pack his items, but it formed a pack of sorts on his back that made him look like he had a hunched back. Still, it was another layer of insulation and he didn't intend for people to get close enough to judge.

Really, a man dressed in black with seemingly protruding horns, wielding a grim reaper's scythe with every intention to kill? Lindsey knew how to make an impression.