Patience is a Virtue Who: Ribbon OTA Where: Outside of the Amusement Park When: Night, March 30 What: Ribbon's getting some fresh air and reflecting on her life as it stands.
Ribbon was not allowed in the Amusement Park anymore under any circumstances. It did not really bother her. If one thought about it, adding conditions to her parole wasn't really necessary. The single biggest problem for her was the act of curbing her need to kill something. It was hard. No one but perhaps her little brother, Shy, would know exactly how hard it had been not to kill that feral in the pit. How easy it would have been to crack his spine. To finish him off.
Not to throw him into the pole, but into the arena wall and then press him flat. So very, very easy. She could already feel her ribbons cutting into flesh, worming their way through his muscles, taking hold of bones and pulling them loose from their moorings. In the dark, one could hear the slow, low sound of her chuckling in the dark.
Her handlers both looked up from where they stood at the base of the tree. There was a slim chain attached to Ribbon's collar. Not that she cared about it. The amount of time it would take her to cut through it was probably short than the conduction time on the thought that she might want to. Flexing fingers that looked more like bones covered in flesh the color of flour, she considered dropping out of the tree and unto them. The sound of the bones cracking, snapping like the branches of the tree, the strangled sound of their cries through spewing blood. The warmth of blood soaking into her clothing and her skin. Large dark eyes blinked with a sleepy contented slowness. Play Father's game. Play his game. Let him have control. Then he would pull away this farce. He would release her again.
There would be screams. Yes, there would be screams. Madness slipped through the halls of her brain. To those looking on, Ribbon appeared to be a mass of darkness with a few spare white places appearing as the darkness slipped from one place to another. It was easy for her to remain sitting in the tree, crouched there like the animal she could be. With slow motions, she lengthened her body to monkey walk to the end of the branch.
The handler with the chain wrapped around his wrist yelped in surprise. He had not expected her to move. Now he was forced to move with her. At the end of the branch, she sat again, letting her new shadows settle again. Making them occasionally uncomfortable made their heart rates skip upward.
Ribbon liked that sound. Unable to inspire true terror, she settled for just a little bit of fear from her reputation. A snack. Just a nibble. She wanted more and wanted it now. However, one could never say that Ribbon could not be patient.