(CLOSED) VIVID & CHILL

[corona]

Who: Rapunzel (luminarie) & Jaune Arc (beaconed)
When: IC: 6/8
Where: One of those weird ViViD arenas modelled after The Hunger Thirsty Games
What: Two idiots with a thing for flirting and violence start a fight club. Because it's always the nice ones.
Rating/Warning: Upgraded yet again to P for PERFECTLY PURE (warning for handsy teenagers, blood, action, and 100% sexual tension. )

[ There's something about being held at gunpoint that gets her blood pumping and cheeks flushing like nothing else. It's freezing but she's barefoot, of course, because beneath her is a beach with black sand that feels more like hot water. Her senses are heightened and every sensation is sharp. Even when she's about to die, Rapunzel feels alive with him.

They're in Iceland, by the way. The arena is in Iceland. Just in case you were thinking it might be Iceland, you were right: it's Iceland. Yes. That's right. It's like that snow level in Inception only it's a glacier in the middle of the Atlantic in Iceland. Because apparently Iceland is pretty cool.

Anyway. She's relatively familiar with firearms by this point, though she still knows next to nothing about how to shoot most kinds. All she knows is that the gun in her face right now is, frankly, a lot like its owner: crazy, impractical, good-looking, and probably deadly despite being so pathetic.

Nice choice, Shiho! ]

Put it down, Arc. [ Rapunzel presses the blade of her spear against her teammate's throat, firm, but not so firm as to draw blood yet. ] Remember that thing I said when we met? About how I promised to never hit you?

[ She smiles and takes a step closer. ]

Please don't make me break my promise on the first level, Jaune. [ Time to draw blood? She never promised anything about blood so... maybe! ] Put the gun down.

Comments

[beaconed]

[ Not that he could bring himself to shoot her even in a ViViD game (which is a lot more than what could be said for Rapunzel!!), but... ]

H-Heh, kinda hard when I'm being held at knife-point.

Spear-point.

[ He takes a step back as he feels the blade pressing further, but his gun is still drawn on her. For insurance! ]

H-How about we both drop them on the count of three, okay?