The Bloodbath
Feb 14, 2016 11:09:12 GMT -5
Post by ali on Feb 14, 2016 11:09:12 GMT -5
| And then, it was over. It had only been a matter of moments, a rush of panicked children, fighting against one another, grabbing what they could before fleeing. To those watching on their television screens, family members sat at home, eagerly grasping one another in hopes that their children's canon would not be the first one to sound, it must of felt like an eternaty; but for the blonde, who knew no such thing as motherly love, it had all happened in a blink of an eye. There had been screaming, shouting, the sound of metal against metal and metal slicing against skin and metal cutting through bone, scraping at the cartalage until a limb had been freed and now the sudden silence that filled the air caused the blonde to inhale sharply, as if she'd been stabbed herself, but alas she hadn't a scratch on her form. Her skin was bloody but it was not her blood she wore; it was someone elses but Astrid did not mind. She'd worn someone elses blood before. Astrid sat at the foot of the stairs, the rabbit- who the cook had meant to kill and prepare that morning, only to find it gone when he came to it- limp and dead by her side, its belly burst open and a bloody pair of scissors beside it's paws. On the wall before her, was an artistic peice of red paint, a face drawn with a haunting smile. A childs drawing no doubt, despite Astrid being 13 years old, with too big eyes and elongated face; the girl added red lips to match, pouting on the smiley face, as she dipped her hand into the rabbit's blood and speared it across the white wall. The girl closed her eyes tightly, the sudden silence caused her to hiss, almost throw her things to the ground in anger, but then something else began to frustrate her. As the silence was broken by the angels voice, coaxing some boy, tall and lanky and strange looking, Astrid became very aware that her feet were trapped; she still had the hideous pair of plastic slip on shoes on her feet and as her thoughts spiraled out of control, angry at the shoes, she groaned and stamped her feet in the mud beneath her. "I want them off!!" she wined snapping her leg upwards, kicking the one off, followed shortly by the second. Feet freed from their confides, the blonde wiggled her toes against the mud, her gaze moving to the second crock which tumbled further than the first until it began to fall....fall....falling right onto the one Nell had called Andicus's head. The blonde squeeled, bursting into a fit of laughter which she quickly muffled by clamping her hands over her mouth. "Oops!" she exclaimed with a blank and empty expression before her gaze moved to all the treasures around her. There were so many things, shiny things, not so shiny things, all of which stood out against the dark brown damp tree of a cornucopia but they all called to the blonde all the same. They were her shiny's and she wanted them. Glancing to the Lantern in her hand, the blonde tossed it away (deciding that it was less important than her pool noodle) before she went rumaging in the trove the others had left behind. It hadn't really occured to Astrid that she and Nell and Sol and Andicus had won all this treasure for fighting longest; it hadn't actually occured to Astrid that this was not just a game. Her thoughts were elsewhere, not really grasping the severity of the situation, most were yelling about the boxes and bandages and pair of socks- which she promplty put on her feet- she was stuffing into her backpack but a few were yelling about other things... Like Nell. She liked Nell; her thoughts seemed calmer when she crossed her gaze to the strange angel, with crystal white hair and pale skin. Astrid didn't even get angry when Nell grabbed the box of iodine tablets she'd been eyeing for a while, she just watched as the angel put the box in her bag, leaving Astrid to go sought out a second box. As the blonde continued to shove as much as she could into her bag, her gaze kept trailing to Nell. And as if she'd stared too long and ripred was punishing her, Astird suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingling as the sky grumbled and groaned as dark storm clouds rolled in. Her blue eyes went to glance up, feeling rain echo through the tree top, but then suddenly there was a popping in her ears and before an Oh could pass through her lips, there was a crackling bang and a flash of light. The blonde screamed and fell away, hitting the ground hard as the smell of burning flesh and hair filled the air. After a moment, the frazzled and fried little bird managed to mumble "oh" before bursting into another fit of laughter. |
[Astrid kicks her crocks off cause crocks suck]
[Trib Maint to come]
