Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-02-2010, 12:01 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Alice.
The low wall Michelle was crouched behind had a small chink in it, a chink from which she watched the ghastly creature. It could talk; that monster could talk. The thing stared at one of the wax statues, carefully examining it. The Runner held her breath, waiting patiently for the creature to make its move. The creature's words were directed at a wax statue—Michelle wagered it was one of the “living†ones—as she began to chip away at it. What the hell is it doing?! The Runner thought. If she breaks it, we have one less contestant!
The wax woman began to move less like the other wax woman, who by itself still made Michelle uncomfortable, and some of the was fell off of its arm. It just wasn't natural. She looked lifelike, eyes blinking, hair moving with the wind. Asteria, or whatever her name is, bowed at the waist at the wax figure. She looked solemn and respectful; curiosity got the best of the white-haired sprinter. The Runner moved closer to hear what she was saying, knocking into some pebbles. Without blinking, she threw one over at a pole behind the zombie girl, dispersing the sound. The specter spun on point around and shouted at the clock on the pole “What are you doing there, girl?!â€
Michelle knew she had cut it close this time, the Walker caught her image briefly. But she had seen what she had needed to see. Asteria's marker lay in the hands of the statue—the name changed to Euryale.
All it took was a flip of a well-toned arm and *thud*. Michelle was gone in a flash, only tarrying long enough to see on the floor, next to the creature, her marker's name roll over: Asteria.
The low wall Michelle was crouched behind had a small chink in it, a chink from which she watched the ghastly creature. It could talk; that monster could talk. The thing stared at one of the wax statues, carefully examining it. The Runner held her breath, waiting patiently for the creature to make its move. The creature's words were directed at a wax statue—Michelle wagered it was one of the “living†ones—as she began to chip away at it. What the hell is it doing?! The Runner thought. If she breaks it, we have one less contestant!
The wax woman began to move less like the other wax woman, who by itself still made Michelle uncomfortable, and some of the was fell off of its arm. It just wasn't natural. She looked lifelike, eyes blinking, hair moving with the wind. Asteria, or whatever her name is, bowed at the waist at the wax figure. She looked solemn and respectful; curiosity got the best of the white-haired sprinter. The Runner moved closer to hear what she was saying, knocking into some pebbles. Without blinking, she threw one over at a pole behind the zombie girl, dispersing the sound. The specter spun on point around and shouted at the clock on the pole “What are you doing there, girl?!â€
Michelle knew she had cut it close this time, the Walker caught her image briefly. But she had seen what she had needed to see. Asteria's marker lay in the hands of the statue—the name changed to Euryale.
All it took was a flip of a well-toned arm and *thud*. Michelle was gone in a flash, only tarrying long enough to see on the floor, next to the creature, her marker's name roll over: Asteria.