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WHO| Lara Croft and you?
WHERE| District 6 Suites and beyond
WHAT| Newbie is new
WHEN| About now - a week or so before the new arena.
WARNINGS/NOTES| She's gonna start in the the District 6 suites and will move on after she gets a bit more adjusted to all the wierdness. Just let me know where you want her.
The cot was just as hard as the one she'd fallen asleep on, but that was where the similarities ended.
Gone was the cabin, the exhausted snores and sleepy whispers of Sam and Reyes, the rocking of the ship upon the waves, the smell of brine and sea... all of it. Gone.
As if it had been the dream, as if she'd simply forgotten the strange room she'd fallen asleep in, the men in white that came in just as she was pinching the inside of her forearm.
She tried to reason with herself, told herself it was silly, impossible, and tried desperately to rouse herself the further they lead her - the more they said.
Games? Fights to the death? Panem?
It wouldn't have been the first, or strangest, history-tinted dream she'd ever had.
But not matter what she said, or how she willed herself to wake, the madness remained in the bizarre faces they passed in the halls, in the gleaming city rising up beyond the windows.
Then, just as a churning pain was beginning in the pit of her stomach, her "escorts" were leaving - having brought her to her floor, having given her her very own communicator and credit card - and she was alone, an island in the sea of a grand sitting room.
Panic lurched up the back of her throat and her shoulders trembled involuntarily.
Quickly, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to take a long, slow breath, counting to ten in her head, then to ten more.
Easy, Lara. Steady. You can do this.
WHERE| District 6 Suites and beyond
WHAT| Newbie is new
WHEN| About now - a week or so before the new arena.
WARNINGS/NOTES| She's gonna start in the the District 6 suites and will move on after she gets a bit more adjusted to all the wierdness. Just let me know where you want her.
The cot was just as hard as the one she'd fallen asleep on, but that was where the similarities ended.
Gone was the cabin, the exhausted snores and sleepy whispers of Sam and Reyes, the rocking of the ship upon the waves, the smell of brine and sea... all of it. Gone.
As if it had been the dream, as if she'd simply forgotten the strange room she'd fallen asleep in, the men in white that came in just as she was pinching the inside of her forearm.
She tried to reason with herself, told herself it was silly, impossible, and tried desperately to rouse herself the further they lead her - the more they said.
Games? Fights to the death? Panem?
It wouldn't have been the first, or strangest, history-tinted dream she'd ever had.
But not matter what she said, or how she willed herself to wake, the madness remained in the bizarre faces they passed in the halls, in the gleaming city rising up beyond the windows.
Then, just as a churning pain was beginning in the pit of her stomach, her "escorts" were leaving - having brought her to her floor, having given her her very own communicator and credit card - and she was alone, an island in the sea of a grand sitting room.
Panic lurched up the back of her throat and her shoulders trembled involuntarily.
Quickly, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to take a long, slow breath, counting to ten in her head, then to ten more.
Easy, Lara. Steady. You can do this.
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When she saw Lara she didn't the Force to tell her that this woman was troubled. Stuck in the same situation as her, she couldn't blame her.
"Are you all right?" she asked quietly, not wishing to disturb someone who didn't want to be disturbed. Her gray eyes were calm, as it took drawing on all of her teachings to not be overcome with rage and anger.
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Just that few moments pause, counting upward until her head stopped spinning and she could hear her own thoughts again, make a world of difference.
No, it didn't make everything okay, but it was more bearable.
At the voice, she took a breath and turned, her mouth thin, but her shoulders square and her feet steady. "No," she said with a little sigh, her head shaking from side to side gently. "But I don't quite feel like I'm going to throw up anymore, so, I guess that's progress at least."
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"I'm Callista. I've just arrived. It looks like you and I might be in the same Y-Wing?"
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For a death-match, everyone she'd met so far - other than the pair in white - was surprisingly nice.
"Lara," she replied. "I just got here this morning."
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"At least the food is good, from what I've heard."
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All things considered, anyway. They might have been chained, held in cells like the slaves of old.
"If it weren't for the upcoming death match this might almost be a nice vacation."
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This was someone like here. Another, what was the word they'd used? Tribute.
This was her competition. A woman she might... that might try....
Her teeth clicked together. She shook her head.
No. No. It wouldn't come to that. She would find a way out. She just needed some time to think.
"So. Do you know how much time we have?"
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It sounded lame even to her ears, but even though it made sense for them to keep their time short, to keep them on their toes and too busy to plot, she had hoped....
You can do it, Lara. You're a Croft. Remember that.
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It probably wasn't the best of ideas to get close to the people she'd have to face in the arena, but the same time, having someone who understood was almost too nice to pass up. Someone on her side.
"Sure, that sounds good," she nodded. Smiled. "Let's do it."
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"I find it pretty remarkable that they allow us to just come and go. I'd think they'd be worried about us trying to leave or fighting back. They can't seriously believe we're all happy to be here."
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A hint of determination in there? Possibly. She couldn't help it, warning from Ariadne or no.
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