#;khari

[fierceathlete-a]

Pendulum

Goretober // s t i l l a c c e p t i n g

     “Holy shit, the Hillbilly got you damn fucking good,” the ginger hissed, kneeling down beside Khari. Her hands were quick to snatch the medkit that he’d dropped when knocked down. Meg nearly ripped the hard plastic case in half as she struggled to try and get her friend back up before the Hillbilly came back. 

     The more she tried to heal him, the redder her clothes seemed to become. There was blood all the way up to her elbows as she found herself struggling to make sure all his guts stayed inside instead of spilling onto the dirt-covered cornfield. In the back of her mind, the athlete wondered if the Entity had decided to make everyone’s wounds worse in the spirit of the Halloween season. She was honestly struggling to see just how the hell he’d be standing up after this.

     “Hold on, hold on, hold on. I’ll just stitch you up. That’s gotta work, right?” she was talking to herself, clearly starting to panic as the blood continued to flow. Healing had never been her strong suit and it wasn’t about to be now. Part of Meg wished that someone else would sweep over and help her out because she had no clue just what to do.

[fierceathlete-a]

❝ Grab anything that might make a good weapon. ❞

You’re Next // s t i l l a c c e p t i n g

     The ginger had no clue what was going on or just what he had planned. Even so, she was pretty sure that right now would be the worst time to hesitate. Blue eyes locked onto the closest item and she grabbed it without a second thought. It was a piece wood with rusty nails sticking out of one end, hardly durable but hopefully it’d last long enough for whatever they were planning to do. 

     “What’s the plan?” she questioned, biting the inside of her cheek. Meg’s eyes locked onto Khari’s face, trying to search for an answer as if it’d be written on his skin, “What the hell are we even doing?”

[fierceathlete-a]

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

Buzzfeed Unsolved // closed

     Meg’s eyebrows furrowed together, confusion obvious on her freckle-covered face. Blue eyes stared down Khari before she asked, “I... I don’t know why? Like, we weren’t talking about anything upsetting? Please tell me you’re gunna cry from laughing so hard.”

[fierceathlete-a]

❛❛ I swear I’ll follow through. ❜❜

starters // closed

     “I wonder why I don’t believe that at all,” she deadpanned, still hanging from her shoulder as she stared down at Khari. After a moment, Meg added, “I’d appreciate if you would actually get me off of this damn thing instead of trying to make me swoon right now. No offense but ‘meat hook in the shoulder’ doesn’t really scream romance to me,”

[fierceathlete-a]

❛❛ Is this real? ‘cause I can’t feel. ❜❜ [ from legion!khari ovo ]

starters // closed

     “Are… are you high?” she questioned, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Meg paused in her cooking to turn and face him completely. The ginger stared him down before continuing, “Seriously, did you smoke before showing up here or did you lose a ton of blood and forget to tell me?”

     She hadn’t seen any wounds on Khari but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to cover it up. The athlete turned the stove off without a second thought, moving towards him, “I swear if you fucking got injured and didn’t tell me, I’ll kill you. I didn’t take first aid for you dumbasses to hide your injuries.”

[fierceathlete-a]

“ hey gamers! ” [ khari strolling back to the campfire after being brutally mori'd like-- ]

Sonic ‘06 // s t i l l  a c c e p t i n g

     Oh, you had to be fucking kidding.

     Almost instantly, Meg rolled her eyes before flashing Khari a smile, “Y’know, if you keep acting so happy every time you get mori’d, you’re gunna give people the wrong idea. I don’t think you wanna be known as ‘the guy who finds getting mori’d a little hot’.”