Woolly Woes // Maye vs. Sheepish Day 2
Oct 22, 2016 21:52:12 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 22, 2016 21:52:12 GMT -5
Maye
The anthem lit up the sky as it got completely dark and she watched it apprehensively as she sat down, the capitol seal lighting the area and somehow managing to make the fog look even creepier. Even though barely an hour had passed since she’d put Yorick away, she took him out again.
“Any input on whom we might be seeing in the sky tonight?”
Yorick remained tight-lipped, which was amazing as he didn’t have any lips at all. The seal faded away and was replaced with the first face of the night. The female career from two. Then the female career from four. That’s… surprising. Two careers gone the first day?” Maye was shocked. Either the other careers were intent on eliminating the real competition early, or there were other threats in the arena. Other tributes to look out for. Well that’s just flippin fantastic. Who’s secretly the grim reaper in disguise huh? DJ? Sad Mirror? Who do I need to avoid?
Maye clutched her head and kept watching as the career faded away. The girl from eight was next, then the girl from nine. Lastly, the boy from eleven. Rachel. Joselle. Kimmie. Sabrina. Drake. She knew their names, and now that they were dead it didn’t seem quite as funny to refer to them by the nicknames she used. Maye sighed and wrapped her arms around her legs.
“Wow. I didn’t expect that many girls to die today. Does that mean I have a better shot at seducing one of the boys and taking all their stuff, or does it mean that I’m trapped in rockville with a dozen budding misogynists?”
Yorick was as taciturn as he had been when they had met during the day. Maye sighed and stuffed the skull into her rucksack, before tying it closed and using it as a pillow. I’ve slept in worse conditions. But hey, eleven eligible bachelors that I could wrap around my finger. The old damsel in distress routine seems appropriate. I could make it work. No wait, there’s ten, she reminded herself, reflecting on her talk with Mitch. Maye grumbled and started talking to the skull again.
“You’re a terrible conversation partner, but at least I know you won’t kill me in my sleep.” She said quietly, before settling in and wondering who, if anyone she would run into on the morrow. She laid down, using her rucksack as a pillow and placing Yorick at her side so that he could keep watch and then took the megaphone out as it made the sack lumpy. She pushed the button down and brought it to her lips.
“IF ANYTHING OUT THERE IN THE FOG IS PLANNING TO EAT ME WHILE I’M ASLEEP, KINDLY START WITH MY HEAD SO THAT I DON”T WAKE UP TO YOU EATING ME!” She took a deep breath as the sound of her voice cutting through the silence surprised her. “AND IF YOU’RE A TRIBUTE PLANNING TO KILL ME IN MY SLEEP DON’T UH, DON”T DO THAT. I’LL HAUNT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.” The megaphone started to go down when she thought of something else to say.
“AND YORICK WILL TOO!”
There, that should do it. Oh wait. “AND IF FOR SOME REASON YOU’RE A TRIBUTE BUT YOU”RE PLANNING ON EATING ME, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, IT’S DAY ONE! THERE”S NO NEED FOR THAT AND I’M SURE YOUR OWN HAND WOULD HAVE MORE NUTRIONAL VALUE!”
Hopefully if anyone does find me they’ll be looking for a good time and not to kill me for my canteen of ass-water.
***
The new day brought with it an end to the fog. Somehow, she managed to find her way out of it, and she’d never been happier. The humidity clung to her like a second skin, plastering her hair to her face and neck, and hopefully accenting her curves in all the right places for the viewers. After some time trekking, she spotted some strange architecture in the distance.
It took another hour to get to where it was, and once she did, she could only stop and stare. It was a ring of monoliths, smooth to the touch. Foreboding. Ethereal. Had they stood there for centuries? Or where they merely capitol copies of an altar to some long-forgotten idol back in the days before the dark days?
What ancient mysteri-
“Oh great,” Maye said flatly. “More rocks. As if I haven’t seen enough of these already.” She shook her head and cut another piece of fabric off of her shirt, poking eyeholes in it before wrapping the strip around her head and taking both the skull and the megaphone out of her bag. She was bored out of her skull, though not as badly as Yorick was, and decided it was time to play a game like when she had been younger.
“WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF BAT-MAYE AND HER SIDEKICK, YORICK THE BONE WONDER! WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROINE- Oh shit, I MEAN SKULLY THE BONE WONDER!“ she gasped, pulling the megaphone away from her lips. “Sorry, sorry, still getting the hang of this secret identity thing.” She cackled.
And then froze, upon seeing the neon orange sheep thing staring at her from the center of the stone ring.
“Well how long has that been there? Thanks for the heads up, Yorick. Get it? Cause you’re a head?”
If Yorick hadn’t been decaying remains of what was once a head, he might have sighed in exasperation.
But he couldn’t. Because he was, in fact, the decaying remains of what was once a head.
“QUICK SKULLY, GET THE SHEEP-REPELLENT!” she blared.
Yorick’s empty eyes glared balefully at her, as if to remind her that he had no hands. Maye shrugged and then shoved him into her rucksack, pulling a javelin out of the strap on her back. All mutts were a threat. That much she knew. She'd have to deal with it swiftly, before it ate her face or something.
“This here is Jabby, Mr.Sheep. Pray he’s the only one you have to deal with.” She struck what she hoped was a stealthy pose and started creeping towards it. “The twins are Pokey and Pierce, the one in between them is Shiskebab, and well…” she chuckled quietly to herself. “Let’s just hope you don’t have to meet Vlad.”
I’m kind of hoping so too. Because If I get down to Vlad then it means I couldn’t kill one lousy sheep with four javelins, and I suck.”
Maye whooped, and chucked Jabby at the bright-ass orange sheep with what strength she had.
“I AM THE TRIBUTE THAT THIS ARENA DESERVES!”
-attacks sheepish with javelin.
wq7jcrIEjavelin
-- SPEAR IN STOMACH -- 9.5 damage
The anthem lit up the sky as it got completely dark and she watched it apprehensively as she sat down, the capitol seal lighting the area and somehow managing to make the fog look even creepier. Even though barely an hour had passed since she’d put Yorick away, she took him out again.
“Any input on whom we might be seeing in the sky tonight?”
Yorick remained tight-lipped, which was amazing as he didn’t have any lips at all. The seal faded away and was replaced with the first face of the night. The female career from two. Then the female career from four. That’s… surprising. Two careers gone the first day?” Maye was shocked. Either the other careers were intent on eliminating the real competition early, or there were other threats in the arena. Other tributes to look out for. Well that’s just flippin fantastic. Who’s secretly the grim reaper in disguise huh? DJ? Sad Mirror? Who do I need to avoid?
Maye clutched her head and kept watching as the career faded away. The girl from eight was next, then the girl from nine. Lastly, the boy from eleven. Rachel. Joselle. Kimmie. Sabrina. Drake. She knew their names, and now that they were dead it didn’t seem quite as funny to refer to them by the nicknames she used. Maye sighed and wrapped her arms around her legs.
“Wow. I didn’t expect that many girls to die today. Does that mean I have a better shot at seducing one of the boys and taking all their stuff, or does it mean that I’m trapped in rockville with a dozen budding misogynists?”
Yorick was as taciturn as he had been when they had met during the day. Maye sighed and stuffed the skull into her rucksack, before tying it closed and using it as a pillow. I’ve slept in worse conditions. But hey, eleven eligible bachelors that I could wrap around my finger. The old damsel in distress routine seems appropriate. I could make it work. No wait, there’s ten, she reminded herself, reflecting on her talk with Mitch. Maye grumbled and started talking to the skull again.
“You’re a terrible conversation partner, but at least I know you won’t kill me in my sleep.” She said quietly, before settling in and wondering who, if anyone she would run into on the morrow. She laid down, using her rucksack as a pillow and placing Yorick at her side so that he could keep watch and then took the megaphone out as it made the sack lumpy. She pushed the button down and brought it to her lips.
“IF ANYTHING OUT THERE IN THE FOG IS PLANNING TO EAT ME WHILE I’M ASLEEP, KINDLY START WITH MY HEAD SO THAT I DON”T WAKE UP TO YOU EATING ME!” She took a deep breath as the sound of her voice cutting through the silence surprised her. “AND IF YOU’RE A TRIBUTE PLANNING TO KILL ME IN MY SLEEP DON’T UH, DON”T DO THAT. I’LL HAUNT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.” The megaphone started to go down when she thought of something else to say.
“AND YORICK WILL TOO!”
There, that should do it. Oh wait. “AND IF FOR SOME REASON YOU’RE A TRIBUTE BUT YOU”RE PLANNING ON EATING ME, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, IT’S DAY ONE! THERE”S NO NEED FOR THAT AND I’M SURE YOUR OWN HAND WOULD HAVE MORE NUTRIONAL VALUE!”
Hopefully if anyone does find me they’ll be looking for a good time and not to kill me for my canteen of ass-water.
***
The new day brought with it an end to the fog. Somehow, she managed to find her way out of it, and she’d never been happier. The humidity clung to her like a second skin, plastering her hair to her face and neck, and hopefully accenting her curves in all the right places for the viewers. After some time trekking, she spotted some strange architecture in the distance.
It took another hour to get to where it was, and once she did, she could only stop and stare. It was a ring of monoliths, smooth to the touch. Foreboding. Ethereal. Had they stood there for centuries? Or where they merely capitol copies of an altar to some long-forgotten idol back in the days before the dark days?
What ancient mysteri-
“Oh great,” Maye said flatly. “More rocks. As if I haven’t seen enough of these already.” She shook her head and cut another piece of fabric off of her shirt, poking eyeholes in it before wrapping the strip around her head and taking both the skull and the megaphone out of her bag. She was bored out of her skull, though not as badly as Yorick was, and decided it was time to play a game like when she had been younger.
“WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF BAT-MAYE AND HER SIDEKICK, YORICK THE BONE WONDER! WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROINE- Oh shit, I MEAN SKULLY THE BONE WONDER!“ she gasped, pulling the megaphone away from her lips. “Sorry, sorry, still getting the hang of this secret identity thing.” She cackled.
And then froze, upon seeing the neon orange sheep thing staring at her from the center of the stone ring.
“Well how long has that been there? Thanks for the heads up, Yorick. Get it? Cause you’re a head?”
If Yorick hadn’t been decaying remains of what was once a head, he might have sighed in exasperation.
But he couldn’t. Because he was, in fact, the decaying remains of what was once a head.
“QUICK SKULLY, GET THE SHEEP-REPELLENT!” she blared.
Yorick’s empty eyes glared balefully at her, as if to remind her that he had no hands. Maye shrugged and then shoved him into her rucksack, pulling a javelin out of the strap on her back. All mutts were a threat. That much she knew. She'd have to deal with it swiftly, before it ate her face or something.
“This here is Jabby, Mr.Sheep. Pray he’s the only one you have to deal with.” She struck what she hoped was a stealthy pose and started creeping towards it. “The twins are Pokey and Pierce, the one in between them is Shiskebab, and well…” she chuckled quietly to herself. “Let’s just hope you don’t have to meet Vlad.”
I’m kind of hoping so too. Because If I get down to Vlad then it means I couldn’t kill one lousy sheep with four javelins, and I suck.”
Maye whooped, and chucked Jabby at the bright-ass orange sheep with what strength she had.
“I AM THE TRIBUTE THAT THIS ARENA DESERVES!”
-attacks sheepish with javelin.
wq7jcrIEjavelin
-- SPEAR IN STOMACH -- 9.5 damage
