Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160415080047

''Boom. Click.''

The assassin raised her weapon again, training the scope at her target. A pile of tin cans came into focus. Tigris aimed at the bottommost one.

''Boom. Click.''

Another spent shell clinked to her feet, but the target was stil standing. Not for long...

''Boom. Click. ''

The bottom can exploded in a bloom of sparks and scrap metal. Without proper support, the rest soon toppled. Tigris lowered her rifle with a light chuckle. Not as exciting as putting a bullet through a man's skull, but rewarding nontheless.

She left the stall, and stared across the carnival fairgrounds. Brightly lit theme park rides spun, rolled or swung merrily in the fading evening sky, cheerful music played from hidden speakers. In the distance, a ferris wheel spun slowly, and the occasional roar was heard as a rollercoaster passed overhead.

The atmosphere was cheerful, but desolate.

This carnival was due for demolition in a week. Visitors had left long ago, but with some bribery and favours from Lord Austen, the carnival lived again, for one final night. The empty collection of neon lit machines and game stalls were perfect for what Tigris wanted:

A battle royale, the ultimate test of skill and dominance, proving once and for all that she was the best ANGEL, and rightful claim to her territories at Beacon Academy. She'd sent the challenge to her three rivals last week, specifying the time and place for their duel.

And now, she waited. A lone girl in a sea of neon lights.

 