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thecapitol2013-12-01 05:23 pm
vissernone) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-01 05:23 pm
This City's Already So Full of Bodies It Does Not Need One More [Open]
WHO| Eva Salazar and open
WHAT| Eva's alive and not well.
WHERE| The garden behind the Training Center
WHEN| Week 7
WARNINGS| Brain damage.
They brought her back, but they did not bring her back whole.
Eva's vaguely aware of the mechanics behind how the Tributes are revived, and knew going in that the Mentors would only be brought back with experimental technology. She didn't know what that meant until a few hours after she woke up from death, reading and rereading the pamphlet about blood flow to the brain without retaining information. Your brain was dead. We brought it back.
Bright lights and loud noises take a physical form, smothering her, smashing through her thoughts like bullets. Crowds seem to raise the barometric pressure in a room. Her words are jumbled at times, missing patches of sentences at others. Reading, her usual passtime, has become difficult, as whole parts of lines seem to disappear, flaking off the page like mange.
It'll get better as the brain starts to heal itself, they say. She hopes they're right. For now, she keeps away from large gatherings and wears a sheer veil over her face to protect her eyes from the worst of the light.
Unable to get her mind to cooperate enough to read, she instead turns to tending the earth. The garden outside the Training Center is a good place to start, the little isolated, tranquil corner behind the building. Trellis, small fountain, marble path, and a hundred varieties of crossbred flowers.
She rips up weeds and shreds them in her fingers. She tells herself it's physical therapy, using her fingers like that even when they only obey her half the time. She doesn't bother to go out and make apologies to the people she killed. She doesn't look for her allies, either. Without her mind, she feels more alone that ever, just a rickety shell taking up space and muddling through each hour.
At least she'll have Eponine with her. It's something.
WHAT| Eva's alive and not well.
WHERE| The garden behind the Training Center
WHEN| Week 7
WARNINGS| Brain damage.
They brought her back, but they did not bring her back whole.
Eva's vaguely aware of the mechanics behind how the Tributes are revived, and knew going in that the Mentors would only be brought back with experimental technology. She didn't know what that meant until a few hours after she woke up from death, reading and rereading the pamphlet about blood flow to the brain without retaining information. Your brain was dead. We brought it back.
Bright lights and loud noises take a physical form, smothering her, smashing through her thoughts like bullets. Crowds seem to raise the barometric pressure in a room. Her words are jumbled at times, missing patches of sentences at others. Reading, her usual passtime, has become difficult, as whole parts of lines seem to disappear, flaking off the page like mange.
It'll get better as the brain starts to heal itself, they say. She hopes they're right. For now, she keeps away from large gatherings and wears a sheer veil over her face to protect her eyes from the worst of the light.
Unable to get her mind to cooperate enough to read, she instead turns to tending the earth. The garden outside the Training Center is a good place to start, the little isolated, tranquil corner behind the building. Trellis, small fountain, marble path, and a hundred varieties of crossbred flowers.
She rips up weeds and shreds them in her fingers. She tells herself it's physical therapy, using her fingers like that even when they only obey her half the time. She doesn't bother to go out and make apologies to the people she killed. She doesn't look for her allies, either. Without her mind, she feels more alone that ever, just a rickety shell taking up space and muddling through each hour.
At least she'll have Eponine with her. It's something.
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"I hope whoever thought up that whole mess was fired or...whatever it is Capitol people do. Is it death? do you get killed or maimed instead of losing your job?"
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She doesn't even sound bothered.
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"You forgot torture by fashion." She added once again thankful to have the stylists that she had. At least Cinna and Portia listened to her...most the time.
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And to think, once upon a time she only worried about being shot.
"Did you ever get tortured?"
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"Can you guess?"
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"I figure probably. But I'd like to hope not."
Expect the worst, hope for the best. One of the rare pieces of advice her mother had ever given her. Hard to take seriously given her mother's behavior after her father had been taken.
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She waves a hand. "Either way, it's unimportant. Do you have anywhere to be?"
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Before she left she couldn't help though "Thanks again...I'll try not to mess up next time." Since she wasn't sure Eva would ever be helping her again.
"Don't work too hard?"
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