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capeandcowllogs2012-11-13 06:13 pm
whocouldwinarabbit) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-11-13 06:13 pm
Entry tags:
- damian wayne | robin,
- gilbert nightray | n/a,
- kanaya maryam | sylph of space,
- kyouko sakura | ophelia,
- minako arisato | the wild card,
- piccolo | n/a,
- rick bradbury | n/a,
- rin tohsaka | n/a,
- † aoi | the laughing man,
- † david xanatos | magnificent bastard,
- † jay | n/a,
- † ladd russo | white suit,
- † lenalee lee | n/a,
- † matt murdock | daredevil,
- † max gibson | batwoman,
- † n/a | the habit,
- † pamela isley | poison ivy,
- † sayaka miki | oktavia,
- † yuma tsukumo | unicorn king
THE GREATEST SHOW UNEARTHED
WHO: The HABIT whocouldwinarabbit and his eighteen lucky Rabbits.
WHERE: Yankee Stadium.
WHEN: Tuesday, November 13 afternoon onward.
WARNINGS: Not for the children. Graphic murder expected.
SUMMARY: THUNDERDOME.
FORMAT: Whatever our contestants would like.
"Rise and fucking shine, campers!" blasts the loudspeaker.
Eighteen bodies. Not a bad turnout. He's hauled them into the locker rooms to wake up together, tied balloon strings to their wrists, the balloons Skittles colors. Angora, some say in sharpie, Flemish Giant. And all have a smile drawn on, bunny ears on top.
"You're probably wondering what the hell you're doing here, right? Wonder no more! Welcome to the Trials, rabbits. Time to feed the HABIT."
The crowd roars in response, their fists in the air. They're not nearly enough to fill the stands, not hardly, the count's barely crawling up to a hundred -- but it's the impassive eyes of the cameras set up around the stadium that matter. These idiots are just for the noise of it.
"Now, see, the rules to this game are real simple. All you gotta do is kill everybody else. That's it! What could be easier, right? Knife in the brain. Sword in the guts. I don't care how you do it, just do it, meat. Look at it this way: the Porter'll bring you back good as new. So... what's keeping you? Besides, hey... the winner gets a prize."
HABIT laughs tinnily through the sound system, over the sound of the crowd. "If one of you makes a break for it -- go ahead! I encourage it, make your move -- but you will notice that there's no escape. Can't have you spoiling my fun, now can we? The good people up there in the stands paid twenty-nine ninety-nine for a show, and by fucking golly, they're gonna get it."
"Now... if you'll look at the balloons for your group assignments. Flemish Giants, why don't you come on out here? No, no, hey, don't be shy. Being first is a big ol' honor. So show us some blood!"
He hits the music, and opens the doors.
whocouldwinarabbit and his eighteen lucky Rabbits.WHERE: Yankee Stadium.
WHEN: Tuesday, November 13 afternoon onward.
WARNINGS: Not for the children. Graphic murder expected.
SUMMARY: THUNDERDOME.
FORMAT: Whatever our contestants would like.
"Rise and fucking shine, campers!" blasts the loudspeaker.
Eighteen bodies. Not a bad turnout. He's hauled them into the locker rooms to wake up together, tied balloon strings to their wrists, the balloons Skittles colors. Angora, some say in sharpie, Flemish Giant. And all have a smile drawn on, bunny ears on top.
"You're probably wondering what the hell you're doing here, right? Wonder no more! Welcome to the Trials, rabbits. Time to feed the HABIT."
The crowd roars in response, their fists in the air. They're not nearly enough to fill the stands, not hardly, the count's barely crawling up to a hundred -- but it's the impassive eyes of the cameras set up around the stadium that matter. These idiots are just for the noise of it.
"Now, see, the rules to this game are real simple. All you gotta do is kill everybody else. That's it! What could be easier, right? Knife in the brain. Sword in the guts. I don't care how you do it, just do it, meat. Look at it this way: the Porter'll bring you back good as new. So... what's keeping you? Besides, hey... the winner gets a prize."
HABIT laughs tinnily through the sound system, over the sound of the crowd. "If one of you makes a break for it -- go ahead! I encourage it, make your move -- but you will notice that there's no escape. Can't have you spoiling my fun, now can we? The good people up there in the stands paid twenty-nine ninety-nine for a show, and by fucking golly, they're gonna get it."
"Now... if you'll look at the balloons for your group assignments. Flemish Giants, why don't you come on out here? No, no, hey, don't be shy. Being first is a big ol' honor. So show us some blood!"
He hits the music, and opens the doors.
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Being deposited unceremoniously onto the tiled floors is the last it takes to wake her. She blinks groggily into the light.]
Huh...?
[Her first words here aren't particularly dignified, either.]
Ugh. Someone...attacked me? There was gas...
[She remembers enough to ball her hands up into fists.]
Yeah. What bastards.
I'll kill whoever got in the way of my sleep. I totally will.
...there's snacks here, right? You don't get to wake up a girl like that without providing snacks!
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Kyouko's voice breaks her out of it, and moving stiffly she hooks two fingers underneath the cheap ribbon and yanks until it snaps, leaving a red mark on her skin where normally she'd have been wearing a wristwatch. The balloon floats to the locker room ceiling.]
...I don't think there's going to be snacks.
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Hey. Hey! Where the...the hell am I? This is no good! Some guy threw gas in my face, and now I'm here?
[At least she's not talking about snacks anymore.]
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[Minako's voice is steady, but she looks very worried.]
There was an announcement just now... they expect us all to fight each other.
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[She stops. Her face twists up.]
That's...that ain't a problem! I can beat everyone here up, no trouble at all.
[But she knows from the miserable atmosphere that it's not just "beating up" that's expected here. So when she pushes herself to continue, her voice is shaky, and her distraught expression gives her away.]
In fact...killing people is no big deal! Yeah, I'll win this thing!
Then I'll kill whoever brought me here!
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It doesn't have to be that way. There's still a chance - maybe we can figure out a way to all get out of this alive.
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You're probably with them anyway. Whoever brought us here! That's probably why you're saying things like that, trying to get me to cooperate...
[She squeezes her fists up at her sides and slowly rises off the floor to her feet.]
That never works. That only makes things worse.
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That's not it at all.
I don't want to die. I don't want to kill anybody, either. And if we were kidnapped and brought here to fight each other to the death, then whoever's behind it, I definitely don't want to just go along with whatever they want, do you?
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Yeah...I guess it's true. You're probably just as clueless as everyone else who got kidnapped.
Whatever! I still don't work with other people. Especially not regular old humans. I'll...
[She looks around.]
I'll find my own way out!
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Next time. If there is a "next time."]
...if that's the case, then it can't be helped. As long as someone comes up with a solution, it doesn't matter if it was reached working together or separately, right?
[It hasn't actually occurred to her to think that if any one person does find a way out, they might just leave the rest behind.]
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[Kyouko squints up at the lights in the locker rooms, then around at the lockers themselves, then at the doors.]
Lots of stuff here I could smash to get out. If you're smart enough to follow me, I guess I won't stop you.