blazing beauties | duchess vs portia | bb [round 2]
Jun 27, 2024 12:45:26 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 27, 2024 12:45:26 GMT -5
It’s honourable to wait by him, even if Limp Rat threatened to take her honour. Portia holds onto his hand, her thumb rests on his wrist until there’s no more signs of life.
Portia steps back from his body, even after the tasteless threats from her own lips, she doesn’t step over him – just around him. She doesn’t wipe his blood from her knife or even look back at him. Onto the next one but first she must figure out what is going on in here.
Where are Circe and Sera? Who caused that fire? Can she make her own fire? Where even is she? Endless question marks decorate her thoughts. It takes time to piece together the clues. Theres been constant music while she has been here, she must be on a stage. Behind a stage. The other’s must be on the other side. Everyone managed to get in here so there must be a way out.
The toe of her boot kicks up the stray sand that is seeping in from somewhere. It may lead her to the exit, it even leads her to a gift. A pot of a black sticky substance – tar! ”It is my turn to play with fire!” Portia whispers under her breath as she picks it up, popping off the lid and taking in the strong petroleum smell. ”Perfect!” She moves the pot away from her nose and dips her knife into it. The guy’s blood is washed away with the dark substance. She’ll light it at the right moment.
It is time to wander. The dancing silhouettes that once surrounded her have dwindled. There must be someone else hiding amongst the wires, the crates, even under the wooden floorboards that creek beneath her feet.
”Circe? Sera? Jupiter?” Hopefully they don’t answer back. Portia is a prepared predator, sniffing out her next snack. Not her teammates but the time was always going to come where all three of them needed to die – may as well get to that page early.
It is just the first morning of the Hunger Games. Her skin is drenched in blood, from the top of her forehead, all the way down to her fishnets that seem to glow whenever she is out of the light. The most effective career! If everyone else is dead, she could break a record and become the quickest ever victor. Portia Maybach breaks records; this game is no different.
”That is a sword…” Portia points her measly tar dipped knife towards the deadlier weapon that is being carried by a blonde. This one is called Duchess, it is memorable name that somehow stuck in her memory – unlike poor Limp Rat that she never seemed to learn about. A District Ten, this may not be an easy climb like her first one. ”Now, where did you get that from?” Portia rubs her chin with her free hand, there must be more hiding amongst the speakers and strobe lights. ”It doesn’t matter, it’ll soon be mine!” It won’t be an easy trade, not like the juggling of knives with the guy.
Portia is out of the gate first, perhaps a dirty jump start but who is going to penalise here? It is her turn to play with fire.
Portia attacks Duchess | Knife (with fire)
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[3.5]
Lights knife with tar
1-50
[8]
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[3.5]
Lights knife with tar
1-50
[8]