INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December. Watch your step!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-17th
Warnings: Taxxon-related violence, teeth shoes, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.

You wake up in the dust of the colosseum with no shoes on, regardless of the state of your feet when you arrived. There's dust covering your clothing and in your hair, but other than that, there's no signs of injury or bruising. You're also not alone- nearby, there are others, either still passed out or just waking up like you are. Feel free to take solace in that fact. Or don't- some of you aren't human, and are clearly not great people either. No offense.

To your left, there is a door in the wall of the arena, supposedly leading to the halls which will then show you to your freedom. To your right, and scattered haphazardly on the ground, are a myriad of teeth shoes. These shoes might be better than going barefoot right now, but good luck finding a matching set, let alone one that fits you.

When you do eventually try to escape, be careful. The halls are crawling with Taxxons. Large and grotesque, these caterpillar-like creatures have circular mouths and multiple rows of sharp teeth. Their sense of smell is impeccable, and they will stop at nothing to feed when they scent blood. So, you know, try to avoid stepping on anything sharp on your way out.

All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers December 10th-17th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► Characters may find their own shoes scattered around with the teeth shoes if you like.
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[morphinum]

Hideous hair? Is that really the best Cashmere can come up with? Pathetic. "You're right, someone did," she sneers back. "It's all the rage in the Capitol now. Snow's assistants did it themselves. Bet you would've liked that, huh? Miss D1 lapdog."

Johanna grins, but really, it's more like baring her teeth than anything else. There's no happiness to it, just anger. Cash is more than welcome to be angry towards Johanna. Johanna's got plenty of anger to deal with herself. And she's never done in in a way that's been particularly constructive.

She draws her axe and swings it, taunting Cashmere. "Go for it. You armed, sweet cheeks? Or have you just realized you've made a stupid fucking mistake? Can't blame you. You were always the dumbest outta all of us, you know.

[64th]

Okay, so witty comebacks are not always her strong suit.

Cash has always had a short temper and over the years Johanna's learned her sore spots and found the best ways to get under her skin. Both the twins have always taken offense at being called dumb, and that's no different now. She fixes the other woman a cold glare, still keeping her distance.

"I'm always armed." she retrieves the sad excuse for a knife she has tucked in her boot (it's a shank made from a butter knife but at least it's something) and waves it at Johanna. "But we have a problem. I don't think it's fair for me to attack a cripple." Cashmere looks smug. She feels pretty clever.

[morphinum]

Getting under people's skin is a skill that Johanna has always prided herself on. Cashmere's glare and evident anger just fuel Johanna's fire, and her toothy grin widens. There's a sense of power that comes from pissing people off, one that Johanna relishes in.

She draws her decidedly more lethal axe. "Well, since you're fighting with a butter knife, I think we're even." She licks her lips. "Besides, I'm not a cripple -- I'm an addict, and that makes me much, much more dangerous."

Do it, Barbie. Attack her. Johanna dares you.

[64th]

She's considering it. Cash has been in one kind-of fight since her arrival, and it's tempting to take Johanna up on her offer. Despite being perhaps over confident in her own abilities, even she knows her sad little knife is no match for Johanna's axe and her temper.

"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," she spits back. "you don't deserve it."