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The Bloodbath
Feb 13, 2016 12:06:41 GMT -5
Post by Scout Fray D1f [tribsitter] on Feb 13, 2016 12:06:41 GMT -5
Scout Fray | Intro
Scout Fray --
As much as she loved her home it did lack a certain amount of quality when it came to food. It seemed that it was as simple as one would expect from a bunch of thick-headed careers. She’d tried her hand at cooking a few times, but it was one of those things you had to work at, and even though she had patience, it was reserved for certain areas. She would never have enough patience to slow cook meat, or roll out dough, whisk eggs until they were fluffy. There wasn’t any thrill in it, nothing satisfying whilst you worked to force you to go on. It just wasn’t her type of fun.
There would be two things she missed, when she stepped into that arena. 1. Food, 2. Toilets. She was a savage person, but she was no animal, she required a functioning toilet. The idea of even squatting down, and then having nothing to wipe it all away left her cringing, lips curling in disgust. Once more scowling she had moved into the room they had asked her to take place in. Her mentors were nowhere in sight. She guessed Opal would be with Quadrys, she had, after all, bluntly explained to Opal that she didn’t want to see the girls face at all.
Hopefully Quadrys would get some advice from her before they were chucked into the arena. She knew they were enemies, but until she decided they weren’t useful he was an ally. The two others she’d decided to work (the word made her cringe) with were lower district peasants. One of them had left her in hysterics after she’d looked at her face. What a nasty one she had, she looked like a cow, a patched cow. Regardless, if she was going to survive she’d need people to be weaker then her, target other then herself. She doubted many people would go after her, she was intimidating, but at the same time her stomach twisted, because that could also bite her in the butt. The other careers might want to get rid of her as quickly as possible.
It was all to strategic. She didn’t have a head for such things. Hers plan was to kill, torture go home and see Kaiser. Simple enough. Grinning she stepped forwards, into the tube that would bring her to her destiny. As the glass shifted into place around her she folded her arms over her chest, pose tight, as her foot impatiently clinked against the metal beneath her feet.
Perhaps to others it would be an odd thing, but Scout Fray was not scared. That world was one that would be like home to her, blood and death. She’d find her way out of it because she knew who she was and that she was strong enough. Scout was no fool, she didn’t hesitate, she didn’t form bonds, she was a ruthless killer that craved blood. As the metal clinked into position, and her platform began to rise, she couldn’t stop her scowl from easing as excitement bubbled into her veins. A devilish grin slipped onto her face, and her hands dropped loosely to her sides as she peered forwards, eager to see this new world.
She’d been born for this.
As the platform locked into position the beeping began, but she ignored it, eyes shifting to take stock of her play field. What she saw had her scowling, however, distaste curling in her stomach. Even from this small glance she could see that everything was wet. The air that hit her nose felt humid, sticky, the smell like swamps and a dampness that never left. Out of all the places she could have been thrown into. She hated not being able to stay dry, that constant uncomfortableness that came with wet clothes sticking to your skin. The unpleasantness of having to struggle to sleep in the humidity. For fucks sake.
With a growl, she readied herself, eyes flickering to the clock as it struck the final digits. Her blood boiled, hands craving flesh. As the gong tore its way through the silence she took off, a wolf amongst sheep.
[Scout enters the Bloodbath]
Scout Fray --
As much as she loved her home it did lack a certain amount of quality when it came to food. It seemed that it was as simple as one would expect from a bunch of thick-headed careers. She’d tried her hand at cooking a few times, but it was one of those things you had to work at, and even though she had patience, it was reserved for certain areas. She would never have enough patience to slow cook meat, or roll out dough, whisk eggs until they were fluffy. There wasn’t any thrill in it, nothing satisfying whilst you worked to force you to go on. It just wasn’t her type of fun.
There would be two things she missed, when she stepped into that arena. 1. Food, 2. Toilets. She was a savage person, but she was no animal, she required a functioning toilet. The idea of even squatting down, and then having nothing to wipe it all away left her cringing, lips curling in disgust. Once more scowling she had moved into the room they had asked her to take place in. Her mentors were nowhere in sight. She guessed Opal would be with Quadrys, she had, after all, bluntly explained to Opal that she didn’t want to see the girls face at all.
Hopefully Quadrys would get some advice from her before they were chucked into the arena. She knew they were enemies, but until she decided they weren’t useful he was an ally. The two others she’d decided to work (the word made her cringe) with were lower district peasants. One of them had left her in hysterics after she’d looked at her face. What a nasty one she had, she looked like a cow, a patched cow. Regardless, if she was going to survive she’d need people to be weaker then her, target other then herself. She doubted many people would go after her, she was intimidating, but at the same time her stomach twisted, because that could also bite her in the butt. The other careers might want to get rid of her as quickly as possible.
It was all to strategic. She didn’t have a head for such things. Hers plan was to kill, torture go home and see Kaiser. Simple enough. Grinning she stepped forwards, into the tube that would bring her to her destiny. As the glass shifted into place around her she folded her arms over her chest, pose tight, as her foot impatiently clinked against the metal beneath her feet.
Perhaps to others it would be an odd thing, but Scout Fray was not scared. That world was one that would be like home to her, blood and death. She’d find her way out of it because she knew who she was and that she was strong enough. Scout was no fool, she didn’t hesitate, she didn’t form bonds, she was a ruthless killer that craved blood. As the metal clinked into position, and her platform began to rise, she couldn’t stop her scowl from easing as excitement bubbled into her veins. A devilish grin slipped onto her face, and her hands dropped loosely to her sides as she peered forwards, eager to see this new world.
She’d been born for this.
As the platform locked into position the beeping began, but she ignored it, eyes shifting to take stock of her play field. What she saw had her scowling, however, distaste curling in her stomach. Even from this small glance she could see that everything was wet. The air that hit her nose felt humid, sticky, the smell like swamps and a dampness that never left. Out of all the places she could have been thrown into. She hated not being able to stay dry, that constant uncomfortableness that came with wet clothes sticking to your skin. The unpleasantness of having to struggle to sleep in the humidity. For fucks sake.
With a growl, she readied herself, eyes flickering to the clock as it struck the final digits. Her blood boiled, hands craving flesh. As the gong tore its way through the silence she took off, a wolf amongst sheep.
[Scout enters the Bloodbath]
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