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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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[ Sayaka's eyes dart from one boy to the other, alarmed. She wants, really wants to believe him when he says he's going to find another way out, but she knew she shouldn't the moment he picked up a weapon. The other guy is just as much of a threat, especially when he's convinced that there's no other way but for someone to die.
And the crowd. What is it with them? Do they really find some sick entertainment in watching people kill each other?! Sayaka knew one of the people who had just died, the girl who had killed herself so that one of them could win. She was kind, and smart, and she didn't deserve to die like that. And these people just don't care at all! Did she really once want to protect everyone in this city? They're monsters! They're not worth protecting at all! ]
Shut up... Shut up shut up shut up!
[ She squeezes her eyes shut, shakes her head vigorously, then snaps her eyes open and yells, to her opponents: ]
None of you move! Or else... Or else I'll have no other choice!
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I don't care if you think it's improbable. I don't care if you think it's impossible, I won't give up! Something only becomes impossible because people stop challenging it. A heart that gives up might as well be dead already.
No matter how bad it looks, there's always hope. That's what kattobing is about.
So I'm not gonna give up. Even if ten, even if a hundred, even if a thousand people gave up already, I won't ever give up! That's just not the kinda person I am!
[The girl's threatened Yuma not to move; he looks her in the eye, holding for a long second, before turning his face away. He takes a step. And another, and another. But his target isn't either of them, it's the high back wall of the field. Sure, he could never manage the twenty vaulting blocks in gym, but something that height... he was sure he could pass it.
He is going to fail, of course, no matter how many times he manages the attempt to pole vault over the outfield fence, if he manages a single attempt at all. Something would make him lose his grip, if he had it, or if he reaches the wall, he'll tumble back down. A dozen other possible failures await him, possibly. But no matter what, he'll get up every time and look for some other way off the field.
If he manages to get even that far, anyway.]
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If that's really want you guys believe, we should probably think of a plan. I am not very strong at all, so if you double-cross me I won't really be able to do anything about it at all, but that's okay. I'm not afraid of death like that, and she's already sent me home once so while I don't actually want to die, it isn't something I'm very afraid of like that. But we should make a plan if you really think we'll be able to escape.
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And when she hears what the other guy has to say, she thinks it's reasonable. They have to think. And she has to calm down. She feels ashamed, losing her cool like that, when she should be trying her best to get them out of here. Mami would be so disappointed in her. Just thinking of that makes her feel sick, and suddenly it's hard to speak and she has to force her next words out. ]
Okay, okay... So what are we going to do then? Or... [ And she glances back to the smaller boy at this point] are currently doing?