"Jewel, was it? What a lovely name." Ana mused. "Wonder which kind suits you. So someone asked you to kill me." She smiled wide. "Are you gonna? Will you try? Because I sincerely doubt it. I won't be dying today. As Shawn said, it's my decision. And frankly I don't care if you disarm or not at this point. I've decided to accept your help."
Anastasia pointed at the knife on the table before her. "You can help me in one of two ways killer. Option one is you come here, pick up this knife and make an oath in blood to mend your wicked ways. Option two is you turn around and leave this safe haven before I decided to absolve you of your sins the old-fashioned way."
Truth was, there really was only the second option. And unfortunately for the murderer, the moment she turned to leave she would get shot in the back. It was time to prove to everyone how serious she was about her utopia. And evil had no place in it.
And if Jewel fell by her hands, everyone would know the truth. Be a part of utopia, or lie dead in your sins.
She decided not to give her the chance to consider. The decision was already made.
"Time's up killer. You want blood or bitter cold?"
Too had they're the same.
Cursed, Hexed, Spellbound
Anyway you see it, your done
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There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
Oh shit oh shit oh god Ana will you shut the hell up-
Jewel, Erik Lowell's killer, the first killer in the game. And Ana was picking a fight with her.
Any way this went down, someone was about to get hurt. Sebastien was fully alert now, exhaustion pushed aside by adrenaline for the moment. He needed to get out of here. They all needed to get out of here, away from this girl and preferably away from Ana too. She wasn't going to give any inch, Sebastien could see that. They all could see that, and there was no way to tell Jewel's intentions by the odd smile on her face.
If he got up, though, he'd draw attention to himself, and he didn't want either girl's attention on him. Let Shawn play the futile peacemaker this time. Sebastien kept his mouth shut and flattened himself further against the wall.
Someone was about to get hurt, and it wasn't going to be the kind of hurt you could just walk away from.
Jewel, Erik Lowell's killer, the first killer in the game. And Ana was picking a fight with her.
Any way this went down, someone was about to get hurt. Sebastien was fully alert now, exhaustion pushed aside by adrenaline for the moment. He needed to get out of here. They all needed to get out of here, away from this girl and preferably away from Ana too. She wasn't going to give any inch, Sebastien could see that. They all could see that, and there was no way to tell Jewel's intentions by the odd smile on her face.
If he got up, though, he'd draw attention to himself, and he didn't want either girl's attention on him. Let Shawn play the futile peacemaker this time. Sebastien kept his mouth shut and flattened himself further against the wall.
Someone was about to get hurt, and it wasn't going to be the kind of hurt you could just walk away from.
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The corners of Jewel's mouth turned down. She moved the gun into line, pointing it now more directly at the boy who was closest to her. He was moving a lot, and that made Jewel wary. Her eyes flicked between the other three. The spares showed not a sign between them of becoming a threat; she would and could not forget them, but they were not yet problems. The so-called queen was the one attempting to command all attention now. She spoke firmly, and perhaps once or under other circumstances Jewel would have considered listening to her.
AnArchy dangled the promise of redemption, but that was not Jewel's path now. The alternative, leaving, held similarly little appeal. Jewel had just arrived, had not yet even begun to figure out this little cadre. There was no reason for her to bow to their will. She still held her gun.
The forward boy was the target upon which Jewel's aim was fixed, because he was closest and yet still a few feet farther away than she had yet managed to land a shot—the girl could have been on the other side of the resort for all the confidence Jewel had in her chances of hitting her. Her attention, however, could span the gap and more. The boy talked sense and temperance. The girl spoke in ultimatums. It was, thus, her to whom Jewel addressed her initial reply.
"Neither sounds good to me," Jewel said. "Go fish."
The ringing in her head was picking up again, merging with the words of those around her, making it harder to parse the meanings and forcing her to focus. This AnArchy seemed off to Jewel, and she wondered whether that was a development of their predicament or not. She wondered at the girl's ability to get these others to follow her, and it then came to her that perhaps this was a hostage situation instead of a consenting group. Such things were uncommon but not unknown in SOTF. The two along the wall could have been her Colins, but they would be of lesser utility; Jewel's interest in whether or not they were executed was purely academic.
She wiggled the gun, in doing so bringing emphasis to it and her other hand up to steady it. Her shoulders were bunched, tense. She tried to listen, to hear if there was anyone behind her, but the ringing made it very difficult and she chose to keep her focus ahead rather than jump at imagined shadows.
"I don't know any of you," she continued, now circling around to what the boy had said. "Being who I am, you must understand my reservations about disarming. You may have good reasons to try something."
She took a half step forward, gaze flicking queen-front boy-first spare-second, then back.
"No offense."
AnArchy dangled the promise of redemption, but that was not Jewel's path now. The alternative, leaving, held similarly little appeal. Jewel had just arrived, had not yet even begun to figure out this little cadre. There was no reason for her to bow to their will. She still held her gun.
The forward boy was the target upon which Jewel's aim was fixed, because he was closest and yet still a few feet farther away than she had yet managed to land a shot—the girl could have been on the other side of the resort for all the confidence Jewel had in her chances of hitting her. Her attention, however, could span the gap and more. The boy talked sense and temperance. The girl spoke in ultimatums. It was, thus, her to whom Jewel addressed her initial reply.
"Neither sounds good to me," Jewel said. "Go fish."
The ringing in her head was picking up again, merging with the words of those around her, making it harder to parse the meanings and forcing her to focus. This AnArchy seemed off to Jewel, and she wondered whether that was a development of their predicament or not. She wondered at the girl's ability to get these others to follow her, and it then came to her that perhaps this was a hostage situation instead of a consenting group. Such things were uncommon but not unknown in SOTF. The two along the wall could have been her Colins, but they would be of lesser utility; Jewel's interest in whether or not they were executed was purely academic.
She wiggled the gun, in doing so bringing emphasis to it and her other hand up to steady it. Her shoulders were bunched, tense. She tried to listen, to hear if there was anyone behind her, but the ringing made it very difficult and she chose to keep her focus ahead rather than jump at imagined shadows.
"I don't know any of you," she continued, now circling around to what the boy had said. "Being who I am, you must understand my reservations about disarming. You may have good reasons to try something."
She took a half step forward, gaze flicking queen-front boy-first spare-second, then back.
"No offense."
If Ana had been toeing some unseen line of healthy human behavior before, Jackson was about sure she had stepped a foot over it at this point. Whatever chance they had for a peaceful resolution seemed to be slipping away, because Ana's concept of how the world should be was taking over.
So with startling clarity, Jackson had the simple thought, Why not do something?.
It made sense, really. He had given a "Fuck it" to the whole thing right at the beginning, when he put on his big hat and sequined pants all be cause he knew that he was probably going to die. It was just a matter of odds. A bunch of kids entered every season. Most of them died. And if he was going to die because he actually did something...well, that made it just a little better.
Jewel's gaze was flicking between them, but most of her focus seemed to be on Shawn, and (rightly) on Ana. There was enough time between her glances for Jackson's right hand, hidden by his profile, to clasp the handle of the big knife Shawn had left on the table.
He wavered for a second. Just a second. Then the overarching attitude of "Fuck it" sprung to the forefront again.
He'd never thrown a knife a before, but he thought he made a pretty good try at it.
"Shawn!" He screamed as he tossed, hoping Jackson's damnfool idea could buy his teammate time to do something.
So with startling clarity, Jackson had the simple thought, Why not do something?.
It made sense, really. He had given a "Fuck it" to the whole thing right at the beginning, when he put on his big hat and sequined pants all be cause he knew that he was probably going to die. It was just a matter of odds. A bunch of kids entered every season. Most of them died. And if he was going to die because he actually did something...well, that made it just a little better.
Jewel's gaze was flicking between them, but most of her focus seemed to be on Shawn, and (rightly) on Ana. There was enough time between her glances for Jackson's right hand, hidden by his profile, to clasp the handle of the big knife Shawn had left on the table.
He wavered for a second. Just a second. Then the overarching attitude of "Fuck it" sprung to the forefront again.
He'd never thrown a knife a before, but he thought he made a pretty good try at it.
"Shawn!" He screamed as he tossed, hoping Jackson's damnfool idea could buy his teammate time to do something.
A blood oath? What the hell was Ana saying now? He daren’t take his eyes off Jewel long enough to take another look back at his girlfriend to see what kind of expression she had on right now, or to check if she was holding a weapon or not. Shawn was reasonably confident he could handle this situation, through words or something else, but Ana’s words were complicating things more than he liked; he really wished she would take a page from Jackson and Sebastien’s book and just stay quiet. He really wanted to keep this between him and Jewel as much as possible so that even if somebody had to be hurt it wouldn’t be one of them.
Jewel wiggled the gun in her hands, drawing attention to the fact that she was now pointing it a little more obviously in his direction, as if he hadn’t been watching it the entire time he was looking in her direction.
She took half a step forward and he tensed and he had to fight not to expose the gun in his right hand. She wasn’t doing anything yet but she was thinking about it, her eyes were darting all over the place like she was trying to decide which one of them to shoot first. Right now her gaze was behind him, most likely Ana in the centre, and that was something he was very much not ok with him.
What could he do? Even if he assumed he was quicker than her, even if she wasn’t looking at him directly, there was no way he could shoot her before she shot him or someone else; her gun was already pointed at him, all she had to do with pull the trigger, even on reflex, before he raised and steadied his arm.
He needed another distraction, something to take her focus off of them for just a microsecond. Somebody or something unexpected. Somebody, please, do something stupid.
"Shawn!"
Jackson shouted his name. He had no idea why and he didn’t really care. Treating it like a starting pistol he snapped into action, his right arm flying up and bringing the gun around from behind his and up to point at Jewel, at the same time he left moving up to grab and steady the right. He fired once, immensely relieved to find that the thing was actually loaded, but he could tell it was wide by a lot; he’d fired way too soon and the bullet sailed far to Jewel’s left and smashed the front of a slot machine. He fired a second time and this one was a lot more on target, but couldn’t for the life of him tell if it was going to hit or not.
His quick reaction and Jackson’s distraction, whatever it was, only bought him enough time for that much; he didn’t get off a third shot.
Jewel wiggled the gun in her hands, drawing attention to the fact that she was now pointing it a little more obviously in his direction, as if he hadn’t been watching it the entire time he was looking in her direction.
She took half a step forward and he tensed and he had to fight not to expose the gun in his right hand. She wasn’t doing anything yet but she was thinking about it, her eyes were darting all over the place like she was trying to decide which one of them to shoot first. Right now her gaze was behind him, most likely Ana in the centre, and that was something he was very much not ok with him.
What could he do? Even if he assumed he was quicker than her, even if she wasn’t looking at him directly, there was no way he could shoot her before she shot him or someone else; her gun was already pointed at him, all she had to do with pull the trigger, even on reflex, before he raised and steadied his arm.
He needed another distraction, something to take her focus off of them for just a microsecond. Somebody or something unexpected. Somebody, please, do something stupid.
"Shawn!"
Jackson shouted his name. He had no idea why and he didn’t really care. Treating it like a starting pistol he snapped into action, his right arm flying up and bringing the gun around from behind his and up to point at Jewel, at the same time he left moving up to grab and steady the right. He fired once, immensely relieved to find that the thing was actually loaded, but he could tell it was wide by a lot; he’d fired way too soon and the bullet sailed far to Jewel’s left and smashed the front of a slot machine. He fired a second time and this one was a lot more on target, but couldn’t for the life of him tell if it was going to hit or not.
His quick reaction and Jackson’s distraction, whatever it was, only bought him enough time for that much; he didn’t get off a third shot.
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Three people made a triangle. Five made far too many variables to track. The pattern was too obvious; Jewel had established her cycle of attention and the boy she had followed first noticed and took advantage. She caught from the corner of her eye the flash of something metal thrown her way, and it could have been a grenade or an arrow but was actually only a knife. The voice at the same time informed her of the name of the boy before her: Shawn. As the knife smacked into her shoulder, hitting awkwardly with more hilt and edge than point and throwing off her grip and aim, she wondered whether this Shawn could have been like that other Shawn she'd discounted once.
Shawn opened fire on her.
Too many variables. Too much to track, between the ringing drowned out now by the echoes of reports and the collection of people in front and to the sides of her and this room, this building, already too busy and stimulating. She had not seen the gun. She had not expected it. He'd hidden his hand. He hadn't given her a warning. He wasn't out of bullets. The first went far wide and shattered something behind her, but the second shot was so close she thought for a moment that she had been hit. In fact, her backpack truly had been; it hung loose and slightly out of alignment with her core, and she was not facing him perfectly. Jewel was so surprised that she nearly froze, nearly choked under pressure and let him just keep shooting until finally he was carried by luck or improved his aim by tracking off prior shots.
But for all that Jewel had been thrown off by the knife, for all that her shoulder now ached and her pulse thumped loud and physical as the gunfire, she held the gun before her still and was close, still close and with an aim much more steadied and considered than Shawn's. So she pulled the trigger and answered fire with fire.
Shawn opened fire on her.
Too many variables. Too much to track, between the ringing drowned out now by the echoes of reports and the collection of people in front and to the sides of her and this room, this building, already too busy and stimulating. She had not seen the gun. She had not expected it. He'd hidden his hand. He hadn't given her a warning. He wasn't out of bullets. The first went far wide and shattered something behind her, but the second shot was so close she thought for a moment that she had been hit. In fact, her backpack truly had been; it hung loose and slightly out of alignment with her core, and she was not facing him perfectly. Jewel was so surprised that she nearly froze, nearly choked under pressure and let him just keep shooting until finally he was carried by luck or improved his aim by tracking off prior shots.
But for all that Jewel had been thrown off by the knife, for all that her shoulder now ached and her pulse thumped loud and physical as the gunfire, she held the gun before her still and was close, still close and with an aim much more steadied and considered than Shawn's. So she pulled the trigger and answered fire with fire.
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Jackson had distracted her with quick thinking. Darling took the opportunity and took his shot. And success! Or so she thought for a moment. But Jewel wasn't bleeding, and Ana didn't hear her cry out in pain.
What followed played out in slow motion. Jewel broke out of the shock, the gun went off in her hand. All Anastasia could do was watch the inevitable. Her eyes grew wide in shock and terror. She opened her mouth and screamed.
"NOOOOOOO!"
And just like that, everything changed.
What followed played out in slow motion. Jewel broke out of the shock, the gun went off in her hand. All Anastasia could do was watch the inevitable. Her eyes grew wide in shock and terror. She opened her mouth and screamed.
"NOOOOOOO!"
And just like that, everything changed.
There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
Oh hell no.
As soon as the guns came out, Sebastien had ducked under the nearest table. Trying to be unobtrusive was all well and good, but he was still a sitting duck if he just stayed up against the wall.
More talking, yelling, a gunshot. Sebastien's heart lodged in his throat and he clutched his bag tighter against himself like a shield.
He didn't need to peek out from under the table to see what had happened. Ana's scream told him everything he needed to know.
As soon as the guns came out, Sebastien had ducked under the nearest table. Trying to be unobtrusive was all well and good, but he was still a sitting duck if he just stayed up against the wall.
More talking, yelling, a gunshot. Sebastien's heart lodged in his throat and he clutched his bag tighter against himself like a shield.
He didn't need to peek out from under the table to see what had happened. Ana's scream told him everything he needed to know.
The lights erupted, strobing the casino as the consequences of Jackson's (plan? stupidity?) became evidenct. Shawn fired, but he must not have hit anything. When the girl returned fire, Jackson hurled himself to the floor, feeling his skin scrape against the carpet. He hoped to God that Shawn could get off another and shut the chick down. When Ana screamed, he doubted that was the case.
Oh Jesus.
Oh Jesus.
Missed her by that much.
That was the predominant thought is Shawn’s kind as he lay there. It had all happened so fast that he couldn’t say that he had actually seen it happen and had only experienced it through recollection; he remembered his second shot hitting her backpack, so fucking close to hitting the girl herself that they both thought that it had. And then he had seen the little flare as she fired her own gun, much more on target than he was; how could she miss at that range? Why had he gotten so close?
He was sure the bullet hit him before the sound of the gunshot reached his ears. It struck him under the chin, just above the collar and a little to the left, tearing through his throat and leaving a bloody path through his neck in its wake. Shawn didn’t so much fall and crumble, legs practically disappearing out from under him as his knees gave way and he landed on the floor in a heap.
The gun fell from his limp finger and clattered away somewhere, hopefully nearer to Sebastien or Jackson than Jewel. Shaking hands reached for his neck, clamping down on the wide wound, trying to exert enough pressure to stem the bleeding. The collar interfered with his efforts and he found himself tugging at it to try and move it aside, all thought of explosives forgotten in the face of a more immediate threat.
He was no longer aware of what was going on around him, absorbed in his own futile efforts to stop the bleeding. He didn’t know where Jewel had gone, he wasn’t sure what the others were doing; the sound of someone screaming managed to break through and he really hoped it was Jewel, if only so he wouldn’t have to think about someone he cared about being hurt.
Blood continued to pour through his fingers in torrents. It pooled beneath him and made his fingers slippery, only making his efforts to move the collar aside harder as his soaked digits slid over the smooth metal. The more blood he lost the more his movements slowed, the heavier his arms felt and the darker the edges of his vision got. After no time at all his arms simply fell away from his neck, too tired to lift them anymore. He couldn’t hear anything anymore; he wanted to know what was going on. Where was everybody?
Where was Ana?
Where was Jewel?
Where… where was…
Shawn Thornton – AE3: Deceased
That was the predominant thought is Shawn’s kind as he lay there. It had all happened so fast that he couldn’t say that he had actually seen it happen and had only experienced it through recollection; he remembered his second shot hitting her backpack, so fucking close to hitting the girl herself that they both thought that it had. And then he had seen the little flare as she fired her own gun, much more on target than he was; how could she miss at that range? Why had he gotten so close?
He was sure the bullet hit him before the sound of the gunshot reached his ears. It struck him under the chin, just above the collar and a little to the left, tearing through his throat and leaving a bloody path through his neck in its wake. Shawn didn’t so much fall and crumble, legs practically disappearing out from under him as his knees gave way and he landed on the floor in a heap.
The gun fell from his limp finger and clattered away somewhere, hopefully nearer to Sebastien or Jackson than Jewel. Shaking hands reached for his neck, clamping down on the wide wound, trying to exert enough pressure to stem the bleeding. The collar interfered with his efforts and he found himself tugging at it to try and move it aside, all thought of explosives forgotten in the face of a more immediate threat.
He was no longer aware of what was going on around him, absorbed in his own futile efforts to stop the bleeding. He didn’t know where Jewel had gone, he wasn’t sure what the others were doing; the sound of someone screaming managed to break through and he really hoped it was Jewel, if only so he wouldn’t have to think about someone he cared about being hurt.
Blood continued to pour through his fingers in torrents. It pooled beneath him and made his fingers slippery, only making his efforts to move the collar aside harder as his soaked digits slid over the smooth metal. The more blood he lost the more his movements slowed, the heavier his arms felt and the darker the edges of his vision got. After no time at all his arms simply fell away from his neck, too tired to lift them anymore. He couldn’t hear anything anymore; he wanted to know what was going on. Where was everybody?
Where was Ana?
Where was Jewel?
Where… where was…
Shawn Thornton – AE3: Deceased
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Screaming and shouting and blood and ringing and thumping and confusion. The gun dropped from the boy's hands and he dropped to the ground, and Jewel went down on one knee at about the same time. While the situation had become more simple with the removal of one of its players, the actions of all those around were hard to predict, harder perhaps in the face of grief and anger. A knife and a gun were out of the picture, thrown and dropped, but what else might they have? Four people meant at least two more possible surprises.
But that could wait as slowly Jewel edged towards the gun that had slipped from her victim's fingers. She knew her weapon held a single round only, but maybe no one else did and maybe it wouldn't matter if she could have the other pistol before they organized any sort of reprisal. AnArchy seemed distraught and the two boys to the side were more in Jewel's awareness than before but still seemed hesitant, willing to take initiative only to let others take initiative, and it was enough to give her some room.
Her palm burned and her shoulder stung and she moved almost slowly and casually towards the dropped gun, keeping her own weapon up and in front of her to ward the others away with its lie of threat.
But that could wait as slowly Jewel edged towards the gun that had slipped from her victim's fingers. She knew her weapon held a single round only, but maybe no one else did and maybe it wouldn't matter if she could have the other pistol before they organized any sort of reprisal. AnArchy seemed distraught and the two boys to the side were more in Jewel's awareness than before but still seemed hesitant, willing to take initiative only to let others take initiative, and it was enough to give her some room.
Her palm burned and her shoulder stung and she moved almost slowly and casually towards the dropped gun, keeping her own weapon up and in front of her to ward the others away with its lie of threat.
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"SHAWN!!!", she screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears streamed down her face like waterfalls, and her eyes were wide and frenzied. So many emotions were swirling around and impacting her mind with their essence.
But none so forceful and loud as pure unrestrained fury. Rather than articulate her feelings at the moment, AnArchy elected to roar in primal rage. She dropped the pack from her back in an instant. In the next moment she tried swinging the rifle around to the front. A little too quickly, and with too much weight on the trigger. It went off before she swung it to face Jewel.
The force of the shot, coupled by the high angle knocked her off balance. She stumbled trying to regain her footing. AnArchy steadied herself on a table. " King! Bellamy! Do something or you're fucking next!" She growled.
Bitch had to die. She had to. No one. NO ONE HURTS DARLING AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE.
But none so forceful and loud as pure unrestrained fury. Rather than articulate her feelings at the moment, AnArchy elected to roar in primal rage. She dropped the pack from her back in an instant. In the next moment she tried swinging the rifle around to the front. A little too quickly, and with too much weight on the trigger. It went off before she swung it to face Jewel.
The force of the shot, coupled by the high angle knocked her off balance. She stumbled trying to regain her footing. AnArchy steadied herself on a table. " King! Bellamy! Do something or you're fucking next!" She growled.
Bitch had to die. She had to. No one. NO ONE HURTS DARLING AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE.
There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
Was... was Ana threatening them? Now?
That did it. If there was anyone in this room other than Jewel who absolutely did not need a weapon in their hands, it was Ana. Someone else need to take control, and they needed to do it now.
Sebastien could see Ana moving, her skirt almost brushing up against him as she steadied herself against the table he'd hidden under. There was his opportunity. Sebastien dropped his bag and shifted into a crouch.
Get the gun. Get rid of Jewel. Deal with Ana afterwards. Bail.
Simple plans were the best ones.
Sebastien lunged out from under the table and grabbed for the rifle in Ana's hands.
That did it. If there was anyone in this room other than Jewel who absolutely did not need a weapon in their hands, it was Ana. Someone else need to take control, and they needed to do it now.
Sebastien could see Ana moving, her skirt almost brushing up against him as she steadied herself against the table he'd hidden under. There was his opportunity. Sebastien dropped his bag and shifted into a crouch.
Get the gun. Get rid of Jewel. Deal with Ana afterwards. Bail.
Simple plans were the best ones.
Sebastien lunged out from under the table and grabbed for the rifle in Ana's hands.
Everything seemed to be going about as south as south could be. Ana took a shot after Jewel took a shot, and then she was yelling at him. Like he was going to pull the missing Spanish guitar out to his mariachi ensemble and play a tune so captivating he would be cool with it.
Jackson scrambled to his hands and knees after the dive. In the process, he shuffled behind a card table that had been overturned at some point before any of them had arrived. From his vantage point he only saw Jewel, striding to Shawn's dropped gun (When'd he fucking drop it?), looking more like she was casually sauntering down a boardwalk. He didn't notice the scuffle Ana and Sebastien were about to have. Vaguely he wondered why she was even bothering with the gun if she had them dead bang with her own piece, but nothing more than that came out of it.
He stayed there, not sure just what the hell he could do with no weapon and no clue.
Jackson scrambled to his hands and knees after the dive. In the process, he shuffled behind a card table that had been overturned at some point before any of them had arrived. From his vantage point he only saw Jewel, striding to Shawn's dropped gun (When'd he fucking drop it?), looking more like she was casually sauntering down a boardwalk. He didn't notice the scuffle Ana and Sebastien were about to have. Vaguely he wondered why she was even bothering with the gun if she had them dead bang with her own piece, but nothing more than that came out of it.
He stayed there, not sure just what the hell he could do with no weapon and no clue.
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Movement, from beneath her. Cowardly idiot was finally going to do something useful after all. But when Sebastien came out from his hiding spot, rather than rush Jewel he was rushing... her!
She didn't even have time to say anything before he started trying to wrestle the gun out of her hands. What kind of moronic idea was this? Treasonous!
"Rgh. What the hell do you think you're doing?" She growled as she tried to wrest control. It didn't seem likely, given the advantage of surprise the boy had nearly taken the rifle from her already despite his injury. Too much time was being wasted.
So she shifted tactics and moved to knock the gun out of both their reaches. Try betraying her without a weapon, see how that works out.
Sebastien gritted his teeth and scrambled to keep a grip on the rifle, but Ana managed to knock it from his grasp and it clattered to the ground. Every second that he was busy struggling with her was another second Jewel had to attack again. He shoved Ana away and turned to dive for the gun.
AnArchy quickly regained her footing and drew her blade. No way was she going to let this backstabbing traitor ruin her chance at revenge. If she had to slice his arm off to do so, so be it. She moved in to take a stab at him. The more blood he lost, the weaker he'd be and, the less he could sabatoge her efforts.
Sebastien had just reached the gun when the point of the sword dug into his arm, drawing a pained yelp from him. He whirled to take a swing at Ana with the butt of the rifle. He'd meant to move out of her reach and handle Jewel, but the pain and adrenaline and the feeling of blood soaking into his clothes yet again chased the plan from his mind. His face twisted at the sight of the sword in Ana's hands and he lunged forward to hit her again.
The first hit caught her by surprise. She took that one full forcd and reeled back. But when confronted with the look on Sebastien's face, all the crazed girl could do was smile. She braced herself for that second swing, took it with her shoulder, then made a quick turn and shallow swing with the sword.
She aimed to make a qucik slice more for the pain rather than for grievous injury. Once he was back on the ground again, she'd take back the gun and try again. And once Jewel was dead then the failed revolutionary Marquess would be executed.
The sword whipped across Sebastien's chest and left a line of fiery pain in its wake, making him gasp. The feeling of blood soaking into his clothes once again was distracting and disturbing, and he couldn't seem to get his thoughts together. He stumbled back from Ana, trying to gather himself again - and leaving his back completely exposed.
Movement, from beneath her. Cowardly idiot was finally going to do something useful after all. But when Sebastien came out from his hiding spot, rather than rush Jewel he was rushing... her!
She didn't even have time to say anything before he started trying to wrestle the gun out of her hands. What kind of moronic idea was this? Treasonous!
"Rgh. What the hell do you think you're doing?" She growled as she tried to wrest control. It didn't seem likely, given the advantage of surprise the boy had nearly taken the rifle from her already despite his injury. Too much time was being wasted.
So she shifted tactics and moved to knock the gun out of both their reaches. Try betraying her without a weapon, see how that works out.
Sebastien gritted his teeth and scrambled to keep a grip on the rifle, but Ana managed to knock it from his grasp and it clattered to the ground. Every second that he was busy struggling with her was another second Jewel had to attack again. He shoved Ana away and turned to dive for the gun.
AnArchy quickly regained her footing and drew her blade. No way was she going to let this backstabbing traitor ruin her chance at revenge. If she had to slice his arm off to do so, so be it. She moved in to take a stab at him. The more blood he lost, the weaker he'd be and, the less he could sabatoge her efforts.
Sebastien had just reached the gun when the point of the sword dug into his arm, drawing a pained yelp from him. He whirled to take a swing at Ana with the butt of the rifle. He'd meant to move out of her reach and handle Jewel, but the pain and adrenaline and the feeling of blood soaking into his clothes yet again chased the plan from his mind. His face twisted at the sight of the sword in Ana's hands and he lunged forward to hit her again.
The first hit caught her by surprise. She took that one full forcd and reeled back. But when confronted with the look on Sebastien's face, all the crazed girl could do was smile. She braced herself for that second swing, took it with her shoulder, then made a quick turn and shallow swing with the sword.
She aimed to make a qucik slice more for the pain rather than for grievous injury. Once he was back on the ground again, she'd take back the gun and try again. And once Jewel was dead then the failed revolutionary Marquess would be executed.
The sword whipped across Sebastien's chest and left a line of fiery pain in its wake, making him gasp. The feeling of blood soaking into his clothes once again was distracting and disturbing, and he couldn't seem to get his thoughts together. He stumbled back from Ana, trying to gather himself again - and leaving his back completely exposed.
There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.