R I B B O N (daughter_shade) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-30 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ribbon |
Revolve = Little Shop of Horrors
Who: Ribbon OTR
Where: Sand Arena
When: Late Evening June 30
What: Feeding the monstrosity.
One could almost get used to Ribbon's moods if given enough time. She vacillated between periods of intense, frenetic activity and absolute stillness. It was impossible to tell what would cause which, so trying to guess was unreliable. The only thing anyone could say for certain was if you wanted to calm the beast, occasionally you had to throw it some fresh meat.
Ribbon's rounds in the arena were her fresh meat. Granted, she wasn't necessarily supposed to kill anyone. In fact, for several months, she'd been forbidden the right to kill anyone. Father had forbid it as part of her punishment. Just that evening, he'd made a special trip to see her in her little Red Block cell. He stood outside the door and smoked his cigarette, letting his eyes adjust to the dark until he could see her pale moon like face high up in one corner.
"Got a treat for you," his smoke thick voice drifted toward her. The words got an answering shuffle from inside the cell and then her face was upside down immediately in front of his field of vision. She made a quizzical chittering sound with her teeth. "Yeah, you've been good." Good was such a relative term when it came right down to it. Ribbon hadn't filetted anyone without permission, hence she was considered 'good'. Don't like his definition, take it up with Fischer.
Ribbon blinked slowly, her face turning completely into a mask of white for several seconds before she opened them again. It seemed even the promise of a treat from her favorite hand had a calming effect on her. It was something to see certainly.
"Come on out," the door slide away. "Let's go for a walk." It had been some time since Fischer had walked his prize himself. They were only going as far as the arena where she would pick up her next fight. It was unusual for her to be scheduled in the middle of the week. Really, she was a headliner. There was no reason for her to fight when there was less than a couple of million dollars on the table. Hell, that was the amount to even get him to consider it, not to make him schedule it. But sometimes, when he was just letting her fight to fight, he'd let her do middle of the week. Throw the little cannibal a bone or two.
Her previous antics in the obstacle arena not withstanding, Ribbon did quite well in the Sand pit. It offered her many advantages and like most of the arenas no major disadvantages. There was something to be said for being able to move over absolutely any terrain with little impediment. The opponent, a Green Block kid, all of them seemed like kids when you got right down to it. There were the bullies and the straight arrows, the good ones, the bad ones, and all the ones who were just keeping their heads down and trying to keep their number from coming up too soon.
What exactly he did to get in this particular position? Nothing special. Ribbon deserved a fight, Fischer set one up for her, keeping the advertising to a minimum. This was really just a little nibblet, a treat for his favorite little monster. Something to keep her appetite from getting out of hand.
As to the fight itself, short and brutal. It seemed any inclination that Ribbon had toward playing cat and mouse went out the window rather quickly. Instead, it was replaced by a very seek and destroy attitude. He tried to run, she caught, and every where she took, crimson lines like spider veins ran across the sands. Normally, if she were more inclined to play with her food, Ribbon would only make such cuts superficial, skin deep, drawing blood but little more. No, this cuts went down to the muscle, lying open flesh for all to see. He stumbled and continued to try and escape, expecting that he could make the arena edge before she struck the killing blow.
He was wrong. It went through his heart like a spike driven in from behind, only for that spike to viciously expand slicing him into component parts. Then those component parts were dragged or carried along the darkness and into the minor ball around Ribbon.
It could be she was being nice enough to clean up after herself, but that was doubtful.