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[andproper]

Who| Prim & OPEN (Especially trolls)
What| Exploring the city, filling in free time, forever staring at shops and things.
Where| District 12 Quarters, common area, or out in the Capitol. (She's not a tribute, so she's not actually allowed in the gym. :( )
When| Any time during the week~
Warnings| Potentially foul language? UNHANDABLE AMOUNTS OF CUTENESS?

It took a lot to fill a day, devoid of school or work. Sometimes she followed Katniss or visited with Cinna. The rest of the time, when she didn't have a book to read or a ball to bounce against the wall, she went out to the city.

They had a lot of things out there, making her head whip about. She couldn't buy any of it, without relying on her credit card, but she could stare into the windows and mouth her awe. The books in their display cases, the clothes - so many types of shoes and dresses: she couldn't imagine people going through so many outfits, back home. None of the shoes even looked practical.

She had some thoughts about searching out herbal shops, or pressing people for information on the capitol's medication... Somehow, the cake shops and toy stores always drew just as much attention, though. The sweet smells and bright lights... All the things she never could have imagined back home.

Most recently was the tickle-me trolls. Staring at the familiar faces of the tributes, and remembering what it was she had heard from them. How could they be child friendly?

Comments

sorry he's awful forever

[carnagecarnival]

After the regalement, brought by the accusations of eating flesh, had worn off enough, the Initiate decided it was high time to check out the less amusing bit of the broadcast; the doll. He heads out in the in-between hours as the sun has begun its way onto setting but before the shops would close. He ducks his way into the toy shop, too tall without even factoring in the wave of his goat-like horns.

The skull-faced troll walks up to the shelf of toys, not far from where Prim stands. He peers down at the plush version of what is apparently himself, and leans down. With a clawed finger he pokes at it's cheery face. Then, tears its belly open to reveal the stuffing, and breaks the threading keeping its head attached. The plush's head flops sadly backwards.

Finally the Initiate turns to her and he raises a brow.

Never apologize! Prim's used to awful. 8|

[andproper]

Prim stares, eyes a little wide. Her gaze moves from the plush doll to the Initiate, knees perhaps giving a tiny tremble. From what she knows of the trolls, she's not entirely surprised he took offense at it.

She's wondering about the truth of their people eating habits, now, but at least she's in a public space - and they're tributes, besides. She can't go running away from them, she reminds herself sternly - stiffening her legs and biting her lip. She won't.

"I think they'll charge you for that," she said after a moment. "They might make another video about it, too."

[carnagecarnival]

He sees the fear, and it still strikes him wrong that he cannot feel it, voodoo numbed here, but see it he does and see her fight against it too. Her words take the cake. He smirks just slightly.

"LET THEM," He snorts. "He can bide his time. ALL TO THE SAME, SISTER, they got his horns wrong. NOW THEY CAN MAKE MOTHERFUCKING NOTE ON FOR CORRECTION. Make motherfucking note they up and can. AND WITHOUT A SINGLE FUCKER CULLED FOR THE INJUSTICE, ain't that all to be a divine mercy?"

He looks her over once more, then says, "DON'T SEEM AT TO BE FROM HERE, GIRL. Don't talk at like they do neither. BUT NOR HAS HE SEEN AT HER SHOW FACE IN A CENTER AT WHICH THE SORRY FUCKERS WHAT CALL THEMSELVES TRIBUTES UP AND 'TRAIN'."

[andproper]

Confusion rivaled - and perhaps momentarily overshadowed - fear in her, as she puzzled over his words. They'd gotten the horns wrong? She didn't think they'd fix it. Even with what might have been a threat mixed in.

The question about her, she answered quickly: at least once she had mentally translated it. "I'm Katniss's sister," Prim admitted, assuming he wouldn't know the name even as she said it.

"She's one of the mentors. They brought me from the districts to be with her." And for other reasons, she's sure, but she's not going to start talking about those in public.

[carnagecarnival]

The 'sister' part catches him. Sisters and brothers aren't things for trolls, except ones of faith like himself, who give reference to one another as such. It doesn't register that they're related, but he assumes the closest thing; they're in some sort of human moiraillegiance. Even from first glance he could see her being the type to preform pacification. Either the Capitol cared about such things, or they wanted this Katniss more under control.

"A girl makes introduction like chattel. IF SHE IS HER OWN, SHE OUGHT TO MAKE CLEAR OF HER OWNSELF FIRST." She's too young to have a title--He's too young to have a title, but her much more so. "What is your name, girl?"

[likewhatilike]

He doesn't know why he notices the little girl looking at the displays like they were the nicest things she's ever seen. To be fair they're significantly nicer than anything he'd ever seen as well, but he'd never admit anything like that. He didn't need nor want niceties.

Either way he finds himself approaching her at the window, "if you want something just take it," he says after a moment of wondering whether or not his sister would like anything in this store (not that he's thinking of stealing anything for her, she can get it herself), "rich assholes probably won't even notice."

[andproper]

Prim doesn't know whether she wanted them or not. It's amazing enough just that they exist; and she doesn't think they can afford something like that, without relying on the credit cards.

"They Capitol would, though," she says, not looking up - she's referring to the people in charge. She always calls them The Capitol. "They'd probably charge it to the credit cards..."

Maybe they'd be willing to call it an "endorsement," in a tribute's case, but she doesn't want to risk that.

Finally, she looks up at him. "It's wrong to steal, anyway."

[likewhatilike]

"Not if you do it right, no one will notice," he shrugs off her concerns. He's not sure why he's trying to give advice to her or why he even bothered to stop and talk to her. She doesn't even remind him of Mandy, nah his sister never looked so innocent.

He snorts, "wrong? Livin' ain't wrong kid, and sometimes you gotta steal to live."

[andproper]

"I don't know if you can hide things like that from them," she pointed out, a little nervously. "They're probably listening right now..." She's a firm believer in their omnipresence. All the more since she suspects the leaders of keeping an especially close eye on them. She's a big part of their leverage against Katniss, after all.

"You don't need a toy to live," she pointed out. "It's just nice to look at...

[likewhatilike]

Big brother is always watching? Yeah, Mickey doesn't believe in any of that shit. If they were his entire family would have been arrested long ago. No one is watching but everyone is paranoid.

"You don't get it, you nick the shit toy and then pawn it at some other shop for a few bucks and then you can eat for a few days."

Common area

[fire_punk]

Kevin was sulking. His Escort had chased him out of the District Two suite and ordered him to go talk to potential sponsors. The one thing he hated doing the most. He hated the way they looked at him as if he were a weapon or, worse, a toy. It was the same way Yvette had looked at him.

And then he saw the blonde kid. She didn't look like she belonged here. She certainly didn't dress like everyone else. She did seem safe somehow, though. He took a deep breath and walked up to her. "Hey."

[andproper]

"Hell," she responded, eyes flicking up to Kevin's. She hadn't seen him before - not in person, at least -= but if he was here... He was probably a tribute. At least he didn't look like a Capitol citizen.

"I'm Prim."

[fire_punk]

"I'm Kevin," he replied, fidgeting a bit. No, he wasn't a Tribute. Not anymore. "You're, umm... You're new here?"

[andproper]

"I'm Katniss's sister," she responded, still watching him. If he'd been there for very long, his face would probably change. Most people's did - and she was getting used to it.

[fire_punk]

He had to think a bit before he answered. "Oh, yeah. I've met her. She's all right." Coming from Kevin, that's a compliment.

District 12 quarters

[brentwood]

He's been out and about, too. About as restless as Prim, but for entirely different reasons. He wasn't bored- he was feeling as if though he might actually be reaching some entirely impractical level of bring overwhelmed. But he still kept his wits about. He still needed to learn more about this place than what he had learned through surfing through the communicator. If anything, that had only made him feel more...

But don't think about it now, he tells himself. He catches sight of a younger girl on the end of the hall and wastes no time in trotting over. That this might be some employee's daughter crosses his mind, but doesn't make him yield. All the better, he thinks. Tim wastes no time with delivering an introduction, either. "Excuse me, hi, I'm kind of new here." Or at least part of his introduction.

Re: District 12 quarters

[andproper]

She looked up at him, surprise turning quickly into intent study as she looked him up and down. If he said he was new, he probably was, right? That meant he was probably one of the new tributes... And if he was in their quarters, he must be from district twelve.

"I'm Prim," she offered, quickly, eyes on Tim's. She didn't want to let the silence hang.

[brentwood]

Oh! Good! She does talk, and Tim splits into a grin. "I'm Tim." First things first and he hardly even thinks about it as it happens- he holds out a hand for her to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Prim. How long have you lived here?"

[andproper]

Their names rhymed. It was just a random thing to notice.

The next thing she noticed was he didn't know who she was. That probably meant he was new. Definitely not a citizen, or he would have known all about her, wouldn't he? the thoughts went quickly through her mind before she responded.

"It's just been a few weeks," she said.

[brentwood]

"That's still a few weeks longer than I've been," he offers. The cheerful tone of his is there, mixed with the caution of politeness. He's not happy about the situation he's found himself in, no, not one bit. But he's not about to start off this new life, temporary or permanent as it may turn out to be, by making enemies.

But by now he figures that she can't be some employee's daughter, because that would mean she would have been here longer than just a few weeks, right? Jeez. He doesn't know better, so he assumes she's a tribute too.

"I'm not a fan of being locked up in my suite all day, and since I just got here, I was wondering if you knew the best way to kill some time." Hah. Kill. That was actually a poor choice of words, oops.

[whoseesbynight]

Nepeta is still far too new to have anything made in her likeness. It's probably just as well, really - the idea of trolls being something new and exotic is more than a little strange to her, and while she doesn't mind the idea of someone having a miniature version of herself, it's still strange. Especially with an indigo sitting there pretty as you can please, and she can't in a million sweeps imagine having a lot of people interested in having even a representation of one of those around.

On the other hand, it is another world here, and maybe highbloods don't mean the same thing here that they do on Alternia. Either way, she isn't much thinking about that. Instead, her attention has been caught by the pair of miniature nubby-horned trolls. She's not really sure she wants one, not for certain, but the temptation is there all the same.

[andproper]

Not exactly the same, thing. Not if it's troll blood, anyway. High human blood doesn't really show itself by color, after all.

She noticed this one's examination of the dolls with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. After the last one's reaction of ripping out the stuffing... Well, she doesn't look like she's reacting badly.

"Hello," she offered, deciding to test the water.

[whoseesbynight]

Sooner or later, Nepeta will probably learn the details of how humans work. Today is not likely to be that day, unfortunately. Not in so far as it comes to blood, anyway.

She is, however, more than willing to hold a conversation, and so she turns in the direction of the unfamiliar voice with only a minor amount of wariness. She might have her clawgloves, but she doesn't think she's really likely to get attacked in the street. Not for simply being a troll, anyway.

"Hello to you, too."

[andproper]

Prim could teach her, if she ever wanted to know. Prim knew a lot about the human body. She had to, in order to be a healer after all. Blood in particular, though the wounds sometimes make her pale.

"Are you new?" she asked,looking at her curiously. There was something about her that somehow seemed a little different than the other trolls.

[whoseesbynight]

At the moment, Nepeta didn't have any real interest in figuring out how humans worked. Not when she was pretty sure that she'd end up having to fight them when it came to that and if that didn't give her all the details she needed then she could ask about anything that was less than clear.

"Is it that obvious?"