let's play gay chicken ; tavi & arlo
Oct 26, 2023 11:18:54 GMT -5
Post by ᴥ on Oct 26, 2023 11:18:54 GMT -5
tavi
The cage matches aren't half as exciting coming off an adrenaline high. Boredom funnels to the tips of my fingers, a tingling sensation that is more painful than pleasant. The same kind of idle agony that would precede an outburst back home. It's a dangerous thing when I start feeling small and unseen, so absolutely insignificant I fear I might cease to exist at all.
Worst of all, I lost to that smug nerd and I've got all sorts of complicated feelings about that. A discontent that I'm more than happy to remedy by rummaging through sharp objects. Swords, knives, various other chunks of sharpened metal twisted in on themselves in hopes of making murder more efficient. It'll be easy to kill someone, I think.
And I swear I don't mean to perk up at the sound of his name, the syllables just grate against the back of my neck. I turn around just in time to watch him land a blow on Roe and that would be impressive if he wasn't so obviously unsettled by the whole thing. He loses anyway, which is embarrassing for the both of us.
"Gods." Twirling my bounty between my fingers, I have the thought to press it against his throat.
I don't though, I don't know why I don't.
Instead I lock my arm around the back of his his neck as my bared teeth try to decide whether they'll settle into a smile or a sneer. "You were almost cool for a moment there. Glad my kneecap was only the warmup, they aren't supposed to move like that." There's a an edge to the laugh that puffs against his temple.
His skin is warm, slightly sticky from the fight he'd just fumbled. No blood yet, though I press my forefinger to the welt on his cheek, "What an asshole. You asked him to avoid your face right?" I don't guide him toward the far end of the room, it's less graceful than that. Some part of me is scared he'll bolt if I let go and I really don't want him to do that. "Let this be your proof that I am a man of upstanding moral character, Arlo Monroe. I'll kill you exactly how you ask me to."
There's a blade sitting pretty in my pocket, I make no attempt to reach it.
"By the way, I found the toys! Look!"
Worst of all, I lost to that smug nerd and I've got all sorts of complicated feelings about that. A discontent that I'm more than happy to remedy by rummaging through sharp objects. Swords, knives, various other chunks of sharpened metal twisted in on themselves in hopes of making murder more efficient. It'll be easy to kill someone, I think.
And I swear I don't mean to perk up at the sound of his name, the syllables just grate against the back of my neck. I turn around just in time to watch him land a blow on Roe and that would be impressive if he wasn't so obviously unsettled by the whole thing. He loses anyway, which is embarrassing for the both of us.
"Gods." Twirling my bounty between my fingers, I have the thought to press it against his throat.
I don't though, I don't know why I don't.
Instead I lock my arm around the back of his his neck as my bared teeth try to decide whether they'll settle into a smile or a sneer. "You were almost cool for a moment there. Glad my kneecap was only the warmup, they aren't supposed to move like that." There's a an edge to the laugh that puffs against his temple.
His skin is warm, slightly sticky from the fight he'd just fumbled. No blood yet, though I press my forefinger to the welt on his cheek, "What an asshole. You asked him to avoid your face right?" I don't guide him toward the far end of the room, it's less graceful than that. Some part of me is scared he'll bolt if I let go and I really don't want him to do that. "Let this be your proof that I am a man of upstanding moral character, Arlo Monroe. I'll kill you exactly how you ask me to."
There's a blade sitting pretty in my pocket, I make no attempt to reach it.
"By the way, I found the toys! Look!"
i'll believe
it all
there's nothing
i won't
understand
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it all
there's nothing
i won't
understand
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[tavi scavenges the weapons rack]
SFaic3ViO71-15
spear
[for my own tracking: receives bag, canteen [empty], wire, healing ointment [-2], empty keyring, ribbon]
SFaic3ViO71-15
spear
[for my own tracking: receives bag, canteen [empty], wire, healing ointment [-2], empty keyring, ribbon]
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