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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?

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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.

Edited 2013-06-11 04:05 (UTC)

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."

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'."

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.

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?"

It wasn't too far off course, really. Katniss wasn't realy the type to explode, of course - but the capitol was quite invested in keeping her under control. Prim wasn't that interested in helping them, but her very existence couldn't help but make it happen. Her sister was almost entirely preoccupied with Prim, sometimes.

She looks surprised by his seeming outburst, blinking and stumbling half backward a bit. She searches for her voice and finds it after a moment, gathering herself up to respond calmly. "I'm Prim."

Edited 2013-07-20 05:34 (UTC)

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sorry he's awful forever

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

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Sorry. My dad died. It's been a long week. :(