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thearena2013-07-03 12:12 am
hartless_cowboy) wrote in thearena2013-07-03 12:12 am
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[OPEN] ► Week 2 | Arena 2 Desert
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.
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.
Short tag is short but yay!
"Leave the comedy to the professionals you two bit bat!"
Fiiiiiiight!
But having been in enough fights to know that staying still was a dumb idea, he gritted his teeth and quickly regained his footing hopefully before the other could attack. His advantage, his costume had to be less cumbersome than that huge mascot suit Harley wore.
"The clowning is all yours!" He swung again with the scythe, hoping to tear that large bobbing head off.
Fightfightfightfightfightfight
In retaliation she lunged forward hurtling like a canonball at his legs.
"Come on, stay down and make this easier on the viewers at home."
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Not that it was any use with no swinging room to maneuver.
"Sorry clown girl, this bat's not into ponies." So he kicked, as hard as he could. He had no hope of actually hurting her through that much insulation, but it would be good to dislodge her before she could pull something to stab him with.
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"Think about it like this you half rate ratman. I go against the real deal and come out smellin' like roses. What makes you think you've got anymore of a chance?"
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"How about you being trapped in a pony shaped ball of cotton?" He got back to his feet at about the same time as she did and he instantly swung the scythe, hoping to catch her off guard before she could stand up properly.
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"I'll have you know this costume has class and style!" She argued turning the stumble into a back hand spring and landing it with only a little wobble.
"It also has deep pockets!" And from the collar she produced her crossbow and three bolts. He'd need to move fast before she had time to load it, but the closer he got the harder it would be for her to miss.
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Seeing the sudden crossbow leveled his way, he didn't think but abruptly dropped, hoping that she pulled the trigger and missed him overhead instead of having time to readjust. While on the ground, he swept his scythe out in a swing like he was hoping to chop into her legs.
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"I'm starting to dislike you." She added.
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"And you just shot me!" Not that he blamed her, after all, he was chopping at her first. Which, as he, less gracefully than she did, got to his feet, he tried to swipe at her again. She would have gained her footing by then though, so he didn't hold any real hope of catching her. Now, it was more important to drive her back.
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No, they were probably still suppressing her genetic manipulation. Ivy's gogo juice wouldn't be helping her out here.
"How long you gonna keep at this?" She called doing her best to keep from panting and revealing her quickly waning energy as she notched another bolt in her crossbow.
"Because I can think about at least five other things I'd rather be doing right now."
This did not however stop her from shooting for his knee.
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Great, he hadn't even managed to cut her open despite her ridiculous mascot suit and he was already nicked. Just how did this happen?
"Alright, fine, we stop!" He used his scythe to push himself back up, but in case she looked like she was reloading again he was ready to dodge. "I was trying to earn some money but it looks like it won't be over you."