Event Log: Assassin

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Assassin event
Where: Throughout the city
When: April 15th-23rd
Warnings: Inevitable character death, potential horror and gore and unpleasantness. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if it things get too bad!

The morning of April 15th in Hadriel is cheerful, with artificial light streaming through your window. Your blankets are warm, jabberjays are shrieking, and you're probably going to experience a murder attempt today.

Maybe it'll be from a stranger, maybe it'll be from a friend, but the bottom line is that everybody is after somebody and nobody is safe (...okay, twelve people are safe, but that's beside the point). Time will only tell when you'll be overcome by that murderous rage and try to kill someone else. The best thing you can probably do at this point is stay calm, keep your head high, and try not to die for the next eight days.

Helpfully, Rage will have restocked her armory for the event, for those of you have yet to arm themselves. Additionally, for a limited time only, the armory will be stocked with bear traps, tripwire (in both 'general wire' and 'barbed wire' flavor), and voice recorders. Use all of them, use none of them, just get on out there and kill each other!

Oh, and one last thing...

► This log covers April 15th-23rd.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► Did your assassin catch up to you? Please remember to hit up our death post!

Comments

[cowardley]

[ Ashley knows it's only a matter of time before she's caught, but her feet refuse to budge, anger keeping her in place. After a moment, breath caught in her throat, she forces herself to stand up, head tall. ]

I wouldn't come any closer if I were you. [ She tries to sound threatening, big and powerful; the anger helps sell it. She wants him afraid of her. ]

[krangke]

(Newt's surprised that it's a girl lurking about in his garden. More than that, it's a girl he doesn't know and she's...

Wait, was he being threatened? Newt stays where he is, hand hovering over the handle of his machete that he always carried with him. He doesn't take it out though.

He's not necessarily afraid but he isn't unafraid either. Cautious might be the most appropriate way to describe the tension coiling in his body. He's ready to spring, either to run away or to attack. He's not in favor of hurting people, especially not people his own age, and she looks right around her later teens. He swallows dryly.)

I...I don't think I know you. Least I don't recognize you.

(He keeps his voice quiet and calm, almost kind.)

I'm not going to hurt you. Um. Are you- are you hurt?

(He keeps his hand by his machete. He knew what was going on lately, had experienced the rage himself. Her anger is startling but it's grounding too. It gives him something to work with a little bit.)

[cowardley]

[ The quiet calm to his voice, the kindness, is almost enough to make her greatly reconsider her choices in action. He doesn't seem bad. He can't be bad when he's trying so hard to keep a garden up, but, at the same time, she's never felt this level of hate for anyone. ]

You don't know me, and you don't need to know me. [ Her name is on a need-to-know basis, or, at least, in this case it is. Plus, it's better if he doesn't know her, doesn't recognize her; she doesn't want this to come back to Chris, or Josh, or Emily (what would they think, oh gosh). ]

I'm not hurt, but... but I want to hurt you. [ She's afraid of hurting someone else, afraid of hurting them directly, but she wants to drive her fist through a pike. She wants to see him fall on his face. She wants to see him eviscerated by a wendigo.

Oh god, why does she want these things? ]