R I B B O N (daughter_shade) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2008-12-15 12:05:00 |
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Entertaining a Killer [complete]
Who: Ribbon
When: Late Evening, December 15th
Where: Black Block Training Area
What: Entertaining a killer who is waiting for a real fight.
Ribbon was very much a pet. Like any pet occasionally she needed to be walked and played with. Walking her was easy. Playing with her a little more difficult. Truthfully, no one really wanted to play with her. She had a tendency to hurt those who were put in the room with her to play with. More often than not, she enjoyed chasing them. Running from her wasn't too bad, she romped along behind the prey and let them run themselves tired.
The ones who stood their ground however were a different scenario. Anyone who had dealt with her before knew that running was the easier way to deal with her. Eventually she would get bored, but since she wasn't allowed to kill you, her aggression tended to end in her knocking you into something hard enough to give you a skull fracture and then proceeding to ignore you. Standing your ground and attempting to fight her meant she turned on you like you were a real opponent. Real opponents got really dismantled.
Pale white face that might as well have been a Halloween mask that watches with a placid expression above a body that appears malnourished for all that she eats four or five times a day. She watched the creature thrust into the area with her, but not with her eyes. No, she watched those around her with her ears. Hearing them breathe and be, hearts beating, the slow rasp of a tongue over dry lips. The first flutters of nervousness as she doesn't move from her position. Then she's moving, the space between heartbeats and she's close enough to draw her all too thin fingers along one's cheekbones. Standing, her height becomes one more aspect of horror as she towers over some and darkness curls around her in living shadows.
Yet she does nothing. Too close for comfort, but no aggression. Almost enough to make you think that there is a way to get out of this without pain. Blue eyes take in the darkness, watching how it curls hypnotically around her. Then the sudden strike. One should never look away. The hit to the chest was not meant to do much other than move the opponent back. At that point, the paralysis breaks and the running begins. With that, she bounds along, just bouncing along seemingly happy at the motion.
The game would go on until the person dropped at which point she would stop, look at them, and then wander away back to her room. She wasn't allowed to kill them, but if they dropped dead from adrenaline, that wasn't really her fault right?