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Who knows. Who cares? (abloodymess) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-05-01 00:34:00

Current mood:

enraged

Who: Mason and NPC
When: Sat, tournament, forward dated
Where: in the pits
What: Mason's first match
Warnings:Language, gore


Fuck. He was not one to admit it, but he didn't really want to fight. After being pronounced dead last time, who would really want to? Of course he didn't really have a choice in the matter. It was so infuriating, thinking about how he didn't really have a choice in anything. All they were, all anyone was here, the mutants anyway, were little goddamned chess pieces that were moved around as their owners pleased for their enjoyment. It was so dehumanizing, then again, Mason really wasn't totally sure he was a human anyway. After all, what human could do what he could do? However, he should be above those that didn't have any abilities whatsoever, not a fucking play toy for their amusement. Hell, he was so fucking. agitated. It was almost as bad as the time he had that fight with that chick, Violet, but not quite, he felt a little more in check with himself this time. This time it wasn't anyone that had tampered with his emotions, he was just feeling overly stimulated. He hadn't felt this ..aware of his thoughts in a long time, and they occured in such intensity it was making his heart beat against his rib cage very fast.

Of course he had no idea of who he was going to face, but it didn't matter. He needed some motion, needed to do something. Screw not wanting to fight, even though it was giving into those bastards, if he didn't do something soon he was going to throw himself against the wall. He gritted his teeth in frusteration and tore at his shirt, leaving the long shreds of it on the ground in the holding cell, feeling very much like a caged wild animal. Just like the last tournament, he ended up wearing only pants, black tight fitting ones, having not opted to wear any shoes either. C'mon, c'mon, C'MON. His eyes widened as the door opened and he almost ran out, a bit distracted by the sounds of the audience and he sneered and showed his fangs, throwing his head back, letting his dirty black hair fly all over. He had a feeling he was giving the fuckers what they wanted but suddenly he didn't care, he was surrounded and he would be able to do some real damage. Anything to focus those fucking drives inside of him.

He didn't catch the name of the guy he was facing, but he was dressed in yellow and black and his clothes kind of reminded him of a ninja. As the fight started he soon figured out what his powers were, he seemed to have quite a lot of strength and also the ability to shoot out a string of some kind of seemingly unbreakable substance to snag his opponent since it had a small hook at the end of it and drag them over in order for him to be able to get the jump on them and whale on them, more or less. This did take Mason by surprise the first time, but he was rather ..eager to get close enough to attack so it didn't really bother him that much, taking the pain in stride, it even excited him a little. Fuck, things were so..there..so vivid right now he didn't want anything to end. Oh yes, he would win, he could feel it, just as much as he could feel the other's heartbeat.

It was a short, vicious struggle, one that started quickly on the downside for Mason's opponent as soon as Mason was able to draw blood from him. The scent of blood virtually drove the other..half mad. This was the usual effect blood had on him, but this time it was even more enhanced. More then likely due to the 'healthy drink' his owner had made him take this morning, claming it would help him win. There had been quite a lot of dissolved cocaine in that drink, and that was what was making everything seemed so..enhanced, so it just upped his usual reaction to blood a few times over, making him act quite like a starving animal who'd just been thrown a piece of bloody meat.

For those audience members that liked gore, they surely got what they wanted and more out of this fight. After the first blood was drawn Mason bared his fangs and basically latched on to the other, copiously draining him of his blood until there wasn't any left to be had. He actually had to be dragged off the other's body by a few guards, hit in the side a few times because he hadn't been about to cooperate, not even speaking coherent words, just hissing and growling, his whole body streaked with blood, he wearing it on his face like some kind of war paint, and war it was, at least to his mind.

They tossed him back in the holding cell then, and even though he was in some kind of obviously altered frame of mind, the decision was made to let him continue and he was declared winner of this first match. After all, the audience was highly entertained, and wasn't that what mattered?