don't worry, sweetie. we're okay.

[dokkans]

Who: B.B. Hood & You
What: Dreamscapes, anything else that I come up with
When: March
Where: The forest, elsewhere?
Warnings: Violence, blood, an angry lil' girl, maybe eventual hunger?


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b.b. hood catch all for march
open prompts for event, feel free to hit up if any scenario comes to mind for the month
any questions, reach me at perpendicular

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(open) war agony - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCSSU2JZiSI

[dokkans]

[ The woods clear out, and you're left on a dirt road. Surrounding you are dilapidated buildings, broken wooden fences, and not a single other person in sight. The streets are dusty, and everything looks like it's been wrecked. The silence breaks, with the sound of gunfire nearby, with some snarling.

If you choose to investigate down a different street, the scene plays in front of you. A large, blue-furred bipedal wolf launching itself in a bright light at a figure, who's just able to get out of the way. The other person passes underneath on their stomach, pulling themselves through on their elbows only to lift themselves back up to their feet.

The figure at this point, will probably be familiar to most as the wolf rebounds and she swings her wicker picnic basket down hard against the beast's head. The wolf howls, rolling forward to slash through part of her cape with his sharp claws, the girl grimacing as her arm gets caught, leaving a large gash. As it moves in for the killing blow, she moves in as well, deftly slipping around and, with one quick motion, holds her knife up to the monster's throat and in one motion, slashes.

With the wolf seemingly defeated, she steps away and wipes sweat away with her uninjured arm, before wincing. ]

Ow ow... bastard...! [ B.B.'s arm's gushing blood, and she clasps her hand around the wound. Paying no attention to anyone or anything that may be in the vicinity, she immediately stomps her heel into the fallen wolf's ribs, once, twice, three times, again. If anything breaks or cracks, she doesn't hear it as she continues laying into him.

Might... be good to grab her. ]

[rearranger]

[ It's quality work, but nothing less than what he'd expect from a person who had every mark of being a hunter. Bonnie wouldn't let herself die so easily, especially not to trash like this. He only need watch, and he continues to do so for a good thirty seconds after she's finished her work. He has no room to judge, not when he'd beat a corpse until it was nothing more than an identifiable lump of meat. Still, it's not conductive to getting things done, and Ranger sees no reason to wander about alone needlessly. ]

Ahaha, I think it's dead. No point in keeping at it when it's not gonna feel anything.

[ Which is the main reason that he'd stopped prior. ]

'sides, that arm of yours is gonna get infected if you don't treat it.

[dokkans]

[ It took a moment for Bonnie to register that someone else was even there. Her mind had been so focused on making this bastard pay for everything it had done--

Whatever it had done.

For existing--

With the full intent of making sure it's unrecognizable-- ]

Tch.

[ Still, he's right. With one last harsh stamp and crack, she turns from the body and grips onto her arm. Looking over at Ranger... Ranger's here-- she groans in pain, stepping away from the wolf and rustling through her basket.
]

I want its head-- don't give a shit about the body.

[ Not much to say about her arm. That'll get taken care of, eventually... ]