{Hollow} [Fight, Leskor Vs Digitamoles]
Aug 2, 2011 18:01:47 GMT -5
Post by charade on Aug 2, 2011 18:01:47 GMT -5
Razor Creel
"It may not be real to you but it's real to me."
Stars. Razor had never thought to look at the night sky back home. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if he was looking a real night sky, or if it was just being projected on the dome of the arena. It could be broad daylight back home for all he could tell. Was anything in this arena real? The tributes were at least.
"One by one they drop like flies, I've seen it right before my eyes. We're running out of time, So choose your side."
A single face had been projected into the sky that night, the male tribute from district seven. Lenny something or other. That left eight other annoyances and hazards wandering the length of the battlefield. Seeing that lone tribute displayed bothered Razor to no end. That meant the career pack was still out there somewhere. All four of them. He supposed that they had holed up for the night, much as his alliance had. Turning over he groaned as pain pricked at him from all sides. The bite marks that covered his limbs had begun to heal; he was glad he had taken the time to grab medical supplies from the bloodbath. Without it, he might have perished days ago.
"I'm not ashamed of who I have been."
Staring at his arm, images of the wolf mutations flashed through his mind, The way the mutts had looked at each other before one of them had died replaying itself over and over. If the mutts were capable of emotion, what did that say about the tributes? Who were the real animals? Shifting uncomfortably, Razor watched his companions sleep. Lethe and Saskia. How had a career like him wound up traveling with a district five and a district nine? People back home were probably having a field day with this turn of events. Likely, they were waiting to see how he would backstab them. Would he slit their throats while they slept? He could hear the crowds now. However, he was beginning to believe that he didn’t have it in him to kill anyone. Four days in the arena and a blind girl had killed more than he had. Granted, she had only killed mutts, but it was still more than he. All he had down was soak up attacks. He was becoming a punching bag. Gritting his teeth, Razor stalked over to where they lay.
The path that I will take, has been defined by the choices I have made."
How dare they use him like this! What did they think he was? Weak? The nerve of these two. Sweating profusely, he raised his blade over their dozing forms. They wouldn’t make fun of him, they wouldn’t hurt him. They were the weak ones, not him. Never him. The would feel the wrath of Razor Creel. His arm froze as Saskia rolled over in her sleep, her features turned towards him. Lowering his arm, he felt the fire of his flaring temper decrease. He couldn’t hurt these two. One had helped heal him in her own odd little way. And the other… Thinking back to the few days he had seen her in the training center, he was at a loss to discern how exactly their relationship had blossomed. Was it out of necessity? Boredom? Or was this uneasy feeling in his stomach something more? Bending to where she lay, he placed a light kiss on her forehead, before returning his watchful gaze to the sky.
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With the morning came the sun. Fiery bastard that it was. The unlikely trio hiked their way through the mess that was the jungle for quite some time, seeing neither tribute nor mutt. Razor made it a point to hold Saskia’s hand the whole time, not to lead her around, but to reassure himself that she was there. After a time, the trees grew sparser and the grass grew coarser. Razor recognized the area as one that he had passed through on the first day, during his ill-fated attempt to kill the tributes from district twelve. “This looks like an okay spot to make camp. No sign of well, anything.” The scenery was fairly clear, and was rather flat all around. Any other tributes would have a hard time sneaking up on them.
"This is the one thing you'll never take from me."
Stretching out on the ground, Razor sighed. He just wasn’t good at making conversation unless he was insulting someone. What to talk about anyway? Pushing that thought aside he focused on the task at hand. A good frame of mind was needed. Fewer tributes meant more of a chance of having to kill someone. The landscape beneath him rumbled just a bit. Vibrations? What on earth? Looking from side to side he saw nothing to cause such a thing. Lethe looked at him oddly, and he was sure Saskia would have done the same. If she wasn’t you know, blind. “ I felt something weird…” he began. There was a noise to his right, and he saw the dirt move. A smallish mottled brown creature poked it’s head through the turf and looked at him. He looked back. And when he did, he saw teeth. “I don’t know what you are ugly, but I’m not about to find out what you can do.” Bringing the blade down with a stabbing motion, he hoped to end this new threats life.
[attack first Digitamole]
[dice=200+1000]
[Stabbed in stomach 9.5]
The blade slid right into the fleshy bits that were almost half hidden by the torn up mound of dirt. "Would one of you ladies care to finish this thing off? I don't think it's got much fight in it." A second mottled head burst out of the ground behind it with a squeal. "Then again, it could have a friend."He muttered.
"You'll never change my mind,
Oh I dare you to try."
Song = Action/Adventure by Memphis May Fire
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