[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

Comments

[sharktrash]

Sucks to be you.

[ He could go away, but why. She won't take him by surprise. ]

There's only one "good" rule, you know. It's called "winner picks the music".

[ecks]

I do not care about music, and your face sucks.

[sharktrash]

[ wOW excUSE ]

My face is beautiful!

[ecks]

[Oh, she guessed the right thing to insult on the first try!]

No. It is ugly like a spider.

[sharktrash]

[ bitch ]

You swallow them in your sleep.

[ecks]

You swallow your penis in your sleep, using your spider-face.

[This is making her feel a little better.]

[sharktrash]

[ Dammit Ecks you've been doing so well up to this point and now he just kind of forgets anger in favor of uncertain confusion. ]

...........it really doesn't work that way.

[ecks]

[Ruin her fun, why don't you.]

...It could work that way if you are very flexible.

[sharktrash]

Don't think I'm that flexible.

[ might give it a try on a lonely evening though, thanks ]

[ecks]

I understand. You are ugly and also not flexible.

[sharktrash]

[ good job we're back ]

HEY!!

[ He sort of leans forward as if about to fucking grab her and throw her in the Pit, but.... there goes John on the other side of it, definitely looking in their direction, and who knows when he might need stitches or having his hair de-matted again. Damn. ]

[ He's going to offer her a friendly smile of a psychopath. ]

I hope someone separates all of your pieces.

[ Aaaand he's leaving. ]

[ecks]

[In that moment, though, her body language shifts into something tense and ready. Any hint of a smile--or of any kind of expression at all--drops from her face as her thoughts turn entirely toward readiness for whatever he might try.

She does not look away when he spots John, her eyes staying trained on Squalo rather than turning to see what he is looking at. She keeps watching him as he turns to go, keeps watching even as she steps further away from the pit herself in another direction, too aware of the moment of danger in what just occurred to even bother throwing out an insult after him.]