Trapped [Survival-ish RP/Open!~]

[crystwolf]

Kosa looked up, grip tightening on both her swords and pistol as she narrowed her eyes. "Yes, obviously. Unless you're blind." She made a small gesture with her sword.

[W00gi]

[~|Cookie|~]

Simari narrowed her eyes and spoke, her voice cold as ice. "That doesn't matter." She hissed. "I'm trying to live and all you're trying to do is get us killed." She said. "Now is that really fair?" She questioned as she grasped onto her sword.

[crystwolf]

"Yes. Killing is the objective of the game, is it not?" She idly waved her hand, eyes narrowing. Luckily, her brother didn't seem to be present. That was good. She huffed and leaned back against the wall. "And seeing that you're from the other team, we're supposed to kill you. We should do it now, in fact." Her voice had no emotion, not even sarcasm. She leaned forwards, the hand holding her sword raised slightly higher.

[~|Cookie|~]

She drew her gun and pointed it at her. "Now, would you kill your brother?" She questioned a smirk crawling on her face. "He's from the other team which means you have to kill him too." She pointed out.

[crystwolf]

"He told you." It wasn't a question. She scoffed, her free hand once more going for her gun. "I'll deal with it when the time comes." She muttered, glancing out the window behind Simari, looking at the falling snow. -Wait, what? She raised a brow, perking her head up a little more. Since when did it start snowing?

[~|Cookie|~]

She shook her head. "Nobody told me. It was pretty obvious." She said and looked behind her at the falling snow. /Since when did it start snowing?/ She thought to herself then drew her attention back at the girl. She knew she shouldn't di what's about to go down but it's the point of the game. Right? Simari quickly drew one of her throing knives and flung it at her then another at the man just in case he tried to attack.

[crystwolf]

She hissed as the unexpected knife came and embedded itself in her arm. "Oh, not attacking, was it?" She muttered, and her voice was now laced with heavy sarcasm as she shot at the other with her pistol, her other hand pulling the throwing dagger out of her arm with force.

[~|Cookie|~]

She quickly pulled our her katana reflecting the b llet away some what. It skidded her arm. She shot at her with her pistol. She then flung another throwing knife at her.

[W00gi]