Cannel Cohle is a hillbilly philosopher. (gloomanddoom) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-22 17:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th rye hoben, tribute: 56th sephora kohl, tribute: 56th zap volta |
WHO: Sephora Kohl [D1], Rye Hoben [D11] & Zap Volta [D5]
WHAT: A feast at the Guesthouse gets a little hairy.
WHEN: Backdated to Night 9 (?)
WHERE: Ghoulish Guesthouse
WARNINGS: The usual
STATUS: Completed Log
Zap had finally struck up enough courage to investigate the Ghoulish Guesthouse, having justified the risk by reasoning that anything the Gamemakers had tried to make this scary was probably worth checking out. Sure, there were random screams and creepy, unintelligible moving shapes in the windows, but he reminded himself that brave tributes tended to be rewarded and readied his mace to be proven wrong. After his recent string of exceedingly bad luck, he was pleasantly surprised when he discovered that his first, more hopeful scenario was actually right. The inside of the house was exceptionally quiet, and when he entered the dining room on the first floor, he was greeted with the biggest feast he’d ever seen in his life. “Holy shit!” he declared, then moved toward the food to make sure it wasn’t too good to be true. He was extra pleasantly surprised when he discovered that the meal tasted every bit as good as it looked. Rye, too, hadn’t tried to go into the Guesthouse. He’d watched it, regarded it with a dubious look and hadn’t cared to enter. But upon seeing someone else go inside, it struck him that this might be his opportunity. He followed Zap at some distance, but he too forgot all thoughts of ambushing the smaller boy when he saw the food. His own supplies were nearly gone, and Zap seemed too preoccupied with eating. He approached the large table quietly, cleaver in hand, and then reached out for some of the food. A moment of hesitation, and then he snatched it and started to eat. The gate to the Ghoulish Guesthouse was open and Sephora looked the place up and down. It was too perfect, with the day winding down, that is should be open to a tribute, weary from hiding and running. Figures moved in the windows. She hoped it would be a kill. She crept as silently as she could down the corridor, the ghost sounds not bothering her especially. Her ears strained to try and hear some proper movement above them - surely this wasn’t a place for her to spend the night. This was bait and she wanted to be the trap. Hearing some clinking sounds coming from one room, she crept up to the back of the door and peered through the crack where the hinge opened a gap. Rye. And Zap. Pigging out on what looked to be a spread fit for the Capitol. She hesitated. She’d seen feasts like this before and they came with a price. Should she let them have it exacted from them? No. No, she couldn’t. She was here, she couldn’t just turn around and walk out, not after the Gamemakers had been generous with her. Still… 2 on 1. Sephora took a deep breath and, with the boys devouring everything in sight in distracted fashion, she slipped through the door and stayed low to the ground. Zap was preoccupied with compulsively stuffing his face (when and how had he gotten this hungry anyhow?) when he was startled out of his trance-like binge- eating episode by the sound of the doors slamming shut. He perked immediately and dropped what he was doing. He caught sight of Rye for the first time, but before he could react to that, a cascade of writhing spiders of every variety came pouring into the locked room, followed by the sound of the roof above them giving way to something. Something was coming through the ceiling now. And whatever it was was screaming . Zap had just enough time to raise his mace as a pair of hideous, beast-faced humanoids leapt down through the collapsing ceiling and charged at the tributes in the room below. Rye hadn’t noticed the third tribute enter the room, too occupied with the food and satisfying his empty stomach. He looked about the room, still clutching the cleaver, starting to back away towards the wall. The ceiling collapsed in front of his eyes, and there was a something there, something that was screaming. Pulse racing, he looked at Zap and raised the cleaver. Of course it had been a trap. What stealth Sephora had achieved melted away when she saw the massive, furry creatures drop down from the ceiling and land with a heavy thud on the wooden floor. The spiders escaped her notice, the tributes escaped her notice as her attention was wholly, solely consumed with the mutts before her. She turned on her heels and yanked on the doorknob - it held steady in her repeated shakes, the stitches pulling a little in her arm and shoulder from the force. She spun around and there was suddenly one of the beasts bearing upon her she bellowed, a wild, furious sound as she swiped and cut at the roving hands, seeking purchase on her skin. Whenever the creature opened its wolflike jaws to howl, it let out a scream - Zap noted with horror that it was the sound of his own scream. He didn’t have much time to think about the mechanics of that or to figure out when the hell a girl - which girl? - had appeared out of nowhere, because all of this happened so quickly and all at once and before he could take in any of it, one of the wolfmen had lunged at him and sunk its teeth into his leg. Without thinking, Zap immediately brought his mace down upon its head, then continued to bash the creature in the skull repeatedly until it let go, all the while shouting obscenities. He continued to bash it furiously, even after the side of its head was a bloody pulp. He did not make it this far just to die by sadistic Capitolite’s messed up creation, damn it. Rye tried to move forwards and use his weapon on the creature, but one of them was snapping at him and the others in turn. He raised the weapon and brought it down upon the creature’s left flank, yelling out in pain as teeth connected with his foot and the creature’s jaw clamped down on him. He could see blood, he could feel blood, and he fell as the thing kept moving and they all seemed to be fighting. Rye tried to hack away at the creature’s leg, seeing fur and striking as he was unable to determine much else in the confusion. With the mutt’s head preoccupied with trying to eat Rye, Sephora came up behind and sunk a dagger deep into the gap under the shoulder blade, once and again. That it was attacking someone she very much wanted to see dead didn’t matter because it was alive and the doors wouldn’t open and it was every nightmare made real as the wolfen creature reared back and collapsed onto her. Teeth gnashed in her face, then crunched down on her hand as she held it from biting into something more precious and stabbed with her free hand, stabbed like her life depended on it. The blade skittered over bone and found a couple of paces of purchase in the neck and face as she screamed in both fear and pain. Any death but this, she repeated in her head. Any death but this. There wasn’t a lot of head left on the mutt that had been attacking Zap by the time Zap had finished caving its skull in. When it finally slumped to the ground, dead, he looked over to where Sephora was still stabbing the other creature, then ran toward the door himself. To his great shock and relief, the door was now unlocked, and he slipped outside and ran as fast as he could, leaving the other two behind. Dying by mutts was a horrible way to go, and he was not going to stick around any longer than he’d been forced to. Struggling to get away from the mutt, the creature’s jaws snapping at his leg again, Rye scrambled across the floor awkwardly. Still clutching the cleaver he felt the creature’s attention tear away from him, rather than saw it, and he was determined to take his chance. He was too shaky to stand, too panicked to try and fight, and it was already concentrating on the girl. Rye dragged himself to his feet, unable to put much weight on the left one that had met the creature’s jaws, and scrambled out of the door not long after Zap. Sephora didn’t watch any of them pass as she drummed the blade into the mutt over and over and over again. There were no cannons to tell her it was nothing but meat, but when she crawled out from under the beast, it’s body finally collapsing over her, it didn’t move any longer. Her hand a bloody mess from being bitten, she skittered back and watched it for a moment, ready to stab it some more, her small body shaking with fear and stress and survival. It wasn’t until she had left the guesthouse, teeth gritted and down to a shiver, that she remembered that there had been food there. |