thecapitol | Back at last

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Back at last

Who| Pruna and open
What| Pruna finally gets revived
Where| Tribute tower
When| Current
Warnings/Notes| mentions of death, teeth being pulled out

[District 12 suites] Pruna woke up to smiling stylists, she sat up on the metal cot and after a few moments had convinced them she was fine to go back to the tribute tower. Unlike the first time she had woken up she was no longer worried or upset about coming back. She just wanted to get on with things, and get away from all the prodding and poking.

The first thing she did when she got into her room was yank out her wobbly tooth. It was time for it to come out, it had fallen out twice now and it was stupid that it was back and wobbly again. She rinsed the blood out of her mouth and pulled on a jumper and some training trousers. It was a lot colder than it had been before, even though she was inside.

Once she was ready she ran out of her room. "Sandy? Do you be being back yet? Can we be getting ice cream?" She yelled not caring what time it was or if she woke anyone up or disturbed anyone.

[Common room downstairs] Pruna sat huddled on a chair, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, watching the television screens. She had missed a lot it seemed, since her and Sandy had got eaten by the eel. Sandy had told her she had woken up ages ago, and Pruna hadn't. Why had they waited? Was she harder to bring back? Was it a warning? She scowled and threw the controller at the television, not caring if it hit anyone who was in the way.

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She grinned a huge grin, glad that he liked it. "It do be being one of my favourites." She told him taking the mug back happily. "This place do be being very stupid but it do be having good food."

"That so? SUPPOSE A MOTHERFUCKER CAN ALL SEE WHY." He nods. "She preaches truth she up and does. AND TO ALL UP AND THINK, WE AIN'T EVEN GOT ALL TO HUNT FOR IT." He barks a sudden wry laugh. "Only need to motherfucking kill all one another in a way what entertains and ain't even being death." But then he softens again. "REMIND ME SISTER. They ain't got elixir proper- miracle it all is in realness- but they have things what all are being similar. HE SHALL FIND SOME FOR SHE THEN."

She grinned and nodded, even though she wanted to go home, to see her sister again and get on with her life, her job that she enjoyed. She couldn't really see this place as being too bad, she got to kill and she got nice food.

She just didn't like the fact she had been kidnapped here. "I will be reminding you." She grinned, "I do be wanted to be trying some!"

"Good on that then," He says. "WILL GET INTRODUCTIONS MADE UP UPON THAT NOISE ALL LIKE BETWEEN A SISTER AND ELIXIR, GOOD AND PROPER HE UP AND WILL. Of course he'll have to make on for finding the best kind of replacement what's being about." He pauses, going still, before allowing himself to lean against her chair.

Pruna nodded with a grin and took another sip of chocolate. "Until then there do be being lots of nice things here. Have you been having ice cream?" She blinked at him, like this was an important question. Which it was. Everyone should try ice cream in Pruna's opinion.

Have you had ice cream? The most important of most important questions.

The Initiate shakes his head. Clearly he's been missing something. "HAD POPGRUB IMITATIONALS THOUGH. Called it popcorn he thinks at they did. HE ENJOYS THROWING IT BEFORE EATING. It amuses." He snickers.

"I do be knowing popcorn." Howard had showed her that. She grinned. "But Ice cream do be being better." She stands up and reaches for his hand. "Do you be wanting some?"

"THAT MOTHERFUCKING SO?" He muses, raising a brow but still grinning. He eyes her offered hand for a moment, then reaches out to take it, his eclipsing her. "He thinks he should like at for this miracle cream of motherfucking ice what all she speaks of." He rises up to stand at a hunch, to make up for the difference in height between them.

"I do be motherfucking so." She nodded and began putting on her coat and hat (which had ears, she wasn't sure why).

He laughs out loud when she mimics him, but not unkindly. He lets her put on her things but grabs nothing for himself. Instead, with a fond grin, he reaches out to flick one of the ears.

"SHE READY?" He asks.

"I do be being ready!" She grinned at him and wrinkled her nose, "You should be wearing a hat, if you do no be wearing lots of things your fingers and toes will be falling off, or your ears."

The Initiate looks surprised for a moment, then confused. His head tilts to the side.

"How all would they be like to doing that? HE CAN'T WEAR A HAT NONE ANYWAY." He points up at the top of his head. "They don't make none for his horns." He imagines getting it on would be a whole new task in and of itself.

"Your blood do be freezing and your toes do be dying and falling off." She explained frowning as she considered the problem of horns. "We could be cutting holes in one so your horns do be fitting through."

"HIS BLOOD BE COLD ALREADY, SISTER, SEE?" He nicks his knuckles on one of his fangs, bringing up beads of indigo. He holds it down to her, to touch. "Be why all his flesh is cold as all it motherfucking is," He explains. He hums then laughs. "THINK AT MAKING LIKE TO STAB A HAT ALL ENOUGH WAYS WHAT TO BE GETTING HIS HORNS THROUGH? He's got for lots of hair at least what could do in the means."

She wrinkled her nose at the indigo blood and nodded, perhaps that meant he didn't have to be warm to be alive, she didn't know much about aliens after all.

"I will be thinking hard." She told him as she led the way out of the tribute tower and towards the ice cream parlour.

"GOOD THEN, MY SISTER, GOOD. He shall lend ear to what all strikes," he says.

He follows after her, looking around idly at the glimmer of snow, the way the breath of everyone around him is miraculously visible in the air-- but not his, it would almost make him feel like a ghost were it not for the stares he always garners, being alien. He rubs at his clothed arms once, noting that it is indeed cold, but then, so had been the breezes off the ocean, and of course, the ocean itself.

Pruna was fascinated by the way her breath puffed out in front of her, and had been since the first time she had seen it happen. She didn't know why it happened, but it looked pretty cool. Like she was some kind of frost monster.

"They do be serving hot chocolate as well, so we can be warming up before we do be having ice cream."

"BITCHTITS," He says, in much the same way one would say "sounds good".

He reaches down, claws dragging in the snow, and he scoops up a ball of the glittering white. It's like the whole world decided at to be lusus colored, special stardust coated. It stings his bare skin and melts, as he crafts it to a ball. No good for juggling but maybe...

Snickering, he tosses it into a crowd of people they pass.

The people look around at them, some muttering, though most just look amused. Pruna grinned, she hadn't thought of that. She bent down and scooped up some snow herself, before throwing it, it showered both her and the Initiate in a cloud of snow.

The Initiate snickers and outright laughs. He scoops up another, and with a call of "Honk!" he tosses it out there too.

A few of the capitolites now just look offended (while some are apparently charmed by the sight of their tributes doing menial things). One person steps forward, toward them.

"COME ON, SISTER!" He says, ushering her on.

Pruna stuck her tongue out at the person stepping towards them and hurried after the Initiate, "They did no be looking happy." She smirked.

"They made all to stick grievance and grief in us they all did," He laughs. "BUT MIRTH MOTHERFUCKING PREVAILS, AS IT WILL ALWAYS MAKE AT TO DO." He sticks his tongue out as well.

"Mirth do be motherfucking prevailing!" She laughed and then pointed, "There, there do be being the ice cream shop."

His best girl. How proud of her he is to be. She'd settle right on in to the carnival, this he knows.

"Making all to show him new miracles, so sly a sister. A RIGHT LAUGHSASSIN SHE COULD BE," He enthuses. "A motherfucker wishes to know more. WOULD SHE TELL HIM OF WHAT BUSINESS SHE ALL MAKES TO DO ON HER WORLD?" He asks this as they cross on over to the shop.

Pruna grinned up at him, "You do be meaning what I did be doing before I did be coming here?"

She looked around, making sure none of the transport things were coming her way. "I did be killing people." She told him, kicking up snow with her feet. "No like in the arena, but before they did even be knowing I did be being there."

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