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[sfx_balls]

who ; Jack Noir and Foxface
what ; +1 stabdaughter??
where ; Jack's corner of Garden Zone 13
when ; backdated slightly to Sunday
warning(s) ; things that are on fire and maybe stabbing/shooting, but don't worry no one is dying!

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[slyfive]

She had giggled as he watched his tent burn, hiding farther down the shore in a great selection of large rocks. Even though she didn't remember it, Foxface had been sure to keep notes for herself -- she knew that dying seemed as common as the plague here, and somewhere in a grubby journal she'd written 'put rocks all around that guy's tent, maybe he won't come back!'.

Thank you, past Foxface.

Now, she watches him sniffle, casually striding up to him with an air of confidence. She doesn't get close enough to hit -- oh no, she's wary enough after that last debacle that she can't remember most of. Instead, she puts her hands behind her head, looking up at the sky.

"Nice night for a bonfire, ain't it?"

[sfx_balls]

He almost doesn't recognize her voice, but before he's even turned to face her the mental gears are turning, and oh my fucking Christ it's that bitch.

Suddenly, he's snarling and whipping out his gun, and with a resounding BANG a .50 calibre bullet is aimed at her chest. He doesn't fucking care if it kills her or not. He just needs something to satisfy that bloodthirsty rage at this little fucking bitch who ruined his home and almost fucking killed him.

"What the fuck is your problem?!"

Even after the shot is fired he's reaching for a knife, any fucking knife, and by god he will stab a teenage girl to death if it would make him feel better. She started it.

[slyfive]

She knew it was coming; it wasn't as if she expected him to welcome her back with rainbows and happiness, not after she stole his food and slept in his tent and then burned it to the ground. Foxface steps to the side, the bullet grazing her arm. Fuck, and she just had that fixed at a medbay, too.

"Someone's mad!" She spits it out through gritted teeth, not even bothering to look at her wound. If it's bad, she'll stitch it up later. No big deal. "Look, if you're going to threaten me with knives, you need to be faster than that. Besides --" she reaches around her back to grab her backpack, still ridiculously bright orange from the Games. Out of the sack, she pulls a slightly crumpled (but still functional) hat, care of one Sollux Captor.

"I got you a new hat? Aren't I the nicest?"

WEEKS IN THE FUTURE (BUT NOT MANY!) ...

[sfx_balls]

He was ready to slit her throat open and add her to the fucking bonfire, but fortunately, she was a lot faster than Jack was expecting. That, and she just pulled a beautiful new black fedora out of her backpack.

What.

Why.

Wait, no, he needed to verbalize this.

"Why the fuck?" he hissed, still gripping that knife in case he changed his mind about the not stabbing her thing. "So you ruin my entire fucking home and nearly get me killed, and now you're trying to make nice with me? With a fucking hat?"

Yeah, he was still mad about that.