The Thirteenth Match

[realitymods]

Characters: Cally, Ai, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The thirteenth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning

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[asmallamoroso]

She stood there as if this was just like any other day. Hands resting in the pockets of her jeans, the blue turtle-neck sweater matching her sneakers. Based on appearances alone she maintained the childish-look and carried no visible weapons. All that she had within her possession was a very small tin she clutched tightly in her right pocket. Inside rattled a single pill that she planned on taking-- a modified version of the APTX 4869 that would guarantee the original function it was initially intended for.

Her expression was as calm as ever even if her own thoughts were a whirlwind in it of itself. Depending on how this would end, Haibara had the suspicion that her safety measures she secured back home were necessary. One could never be too careful when it came to the prospect of death knocking at your door. An idea the girl was far too familiar with. And for someone who spent her life, now, running and hiding from her past, she managed to find the will power needed to face her future head on in this one brief moment.

I'll come

[lovethepossum]

For the first few minutes Cally had simply shaded her eyes - she had spared a brief smile at Haibara, just to be polite about all of this, but mainly she’d been watching up high above; watching the fight between Weber, if that was truly his name, and the other man. Her face hadn’t changed much, but she had been watching them intently; watching their fight play out.

She winces as the other man’s head comes off, the only concession to emotion that she’ll actually make upon this day, presses her hand to her heart in a mild prayer for his soul and then, finally, turns back to her opponent - a wry smile lifting the edge of her lips, but only just. “Well, at least they’re sorry - we have to take what we can get at the moment.”

Which isn’t much - she might come back; but she’s not quite sure how she feels about that. How it’d feel to, technically, be the zombie this time instead of the one in power

[asmallamoroso]

"What do you have to gain by killing yourself?" was all the child asked. For one so small she was already carrying a great weight on her shoulders.

[lovethepossum]

"What does anybody have to gain by committing suicide?" Cally shrugs, looking quite oddly calm for the situation - her hands still shifting around the sword; getting it into a rough sort of position. "But I figure, at least in this case, that way I won't have to kill you and you won't have to kill me."

[bytwo]

She's late.

Stomach twisting and twisting, she's late and she didn't mean. She's here.

She has a seat in the coliseum, a seat - a bed. Not long after she'd tried to sit down, she lay down instead, shoulders tense and fingers curled into fists, hard enough that her nails dig into her palms. Her eyes shut and open erratically, sometimes hiding her head behind her arm - like hide and seek, can't find can't watch. She's here for (Cally), she's here and she's - analyzing, watching the openings. Pressure applied here. A blow to the neck there. Estimated time of death 4.8 seconds.

A recurring loop of 4.8 seconds, over and over and she didn't want to be here, doesn't, shouldn't have come, came for Cally. To see Cally, before, in case. In case she goes and doesn't come back.

[artiscordis]

A surprise guest had come to view this match, having heard it was coming. Argentine was perched on the lowest possible bench, closest to the field to watch. His arms hung down between his knees and his head was cocked slightly to the side as he watched and tried his best to listen. Even then, humans spoke volumes in their posture, in their movements, in the very feeling that circled them