FINALE

[mighttakeyours]

[The Gentlemen have claimed their fourth victim. Thus far they have paced themselves rather slowly, but they're starting to notice the residents beginning to rally together. They no longer have the leisure of being so choosy. If they want to collect their seven hearts, they'll need to be quicker about it or they will continue to lose their henchmen. And good help is so hard to find.

But first, they must deliver this heart to their hideout. They would hate for anything to happen to it.

The Gentlemen can be seen gliding along the path from the castle and heading toward town. What remaining minions they have with them hobble behind them. They pay no mind to anyone around them. The heart takes priority until it is safe and secure in the clock tower they have claimed for themselves.

Residents may attempt to trail them... if they dare.]

Comments

[putuporshutup]

[Not so fast, Gentleman. Her meatsuit's probably been dead for years, with all she's put it through. You really want this old thing? Probably doesn't even count.

Besides, she's not going down without a fight. Meg ducks out of the way and sends a hard kick flying in the direction of its gut.]

[mighttakeyours]

[He notices the difference once she's within reach. While her heart may not be ideal, he'd still love to see what's inside. For science?!

Her kick is as effective as kicking a wall. The Gentleman is unmoved and unharmed.]

[putuporshutup]

[Well, crap. That hadn't gone as planned. Time for evasive maneuvers.

That sinister, morbidly curious look on its face reminds her of Alastair, but this isn't hell and she damn well isn't back on the rack.

She dodges, changing direction, trying to draw at least this one away from the others.]

[mighttakeyours]

[She's successful in doing just that. She has his undivided attention while the other Gentlemen find their own targets.]

[putuporshutup]

[Trying desperately to keep moving without getting backed into a corner, Meg quickly sidesteps and and gets behind the one that followed her.

She throws her arms around it to see if she can at least physically hold it in one place.]

[mighttakeyours]

[She won't need to. From the other side of the room, Steph releases the voices that have been trapped, and the Gentlemen all turn away from their prey in horror.

Katniss's scream finishes the job, and the Gentleman previously taunting Meg brings his hands to his ears and trembles.

His head explodes, right onto her shirt.]

[putuporshutup]

[With her arms wrapped around one of them, Meg gets a face full of blood and brains. It's fucking disgusting, but she grins and sighs out loud with relief, pushing the headless body over with a satisfying thud.]

Later, homenuggets.

[heliotroping]

[As he had been near another one (I am implying because wheee thread space), he had his eyes and mouth closed when he saw them explode. When he wipes off what got on his face, he grimaces]

I don't think I'll get used to that.