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tailforbrains ([personal profile] tailforbrains) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2012-09-15 05:36 pm

Freedoooom! (Or Conditional Freedom, Anyway)

WHO| Neeshka and OPEN!
WHAT| Resurrection is awesome
WHEN| Day 8-ish of the arena
WHERE| Aaaanywhere! District 5 common room for Lindsey, central commons for Tony, the roof or training room or whereeeeeever anybody wants to meet her :B
WARNING/NOTES| No warnings as of now!

Neeshka was somewhere between relieved, annoyed, and ecstatic. Nobody had told her that they were doing resurrection spells, (or whatever it was that brought them back from dying), here! That was the biggest source of annoyance. That, and that she'd gone down so easily. She'd faced down hordes of orcs and walking dead and cultists, and one girl with a shark-bone spear had taken her down. Khelgar would have really laughed at her, if he knew.

Rather than feel bad that he wasn't there, she told herself it was just a good thing he didn't know.

The fact that she wasn't dead-- though meeting Mask would've been pretty neat, she supposed-- despite clearly remembering the hole in her belly and the feeling of life slipping away was responsible for the relief. It wasn't like she hadn't felt that sort of pain before, so it wasn't as terrible as it could've been; she had come awfully close to dying on more than on occasion, after all. The elation came from being back in the opulent quarters she'd been given before, with utter freedom until the next arena started up, and free food and parties with rich people in all that time. It was, to a poor thief in a big city, like heaven.

So despite the lingering ache in her side and chest, she was humming cheerfully to herself as she slipped out of her room that next morning and started off to see what she could see that day. And maybe what she could steal. This funny outfit with leather pants and high-collared shirt (in bright green, no less) had plenty of places to stash things, after all.
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[personal profile] hartless_cowboy 2012-09-17 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a demon?" Lindsey asked, sitting up and turning his attention to her. Being that there was nothing interesting happening on the television anyway, he tuned it out for the more intriguing character before him. "With horns, brown skin, and a tail? Coulda fooled me."

He shook his head and moved to pick up an apple from a bowl of fruits and tossed it between his hands. He recognized her demonic species, of course, perfect textbook sample and he met several of their subspecies while he worked at Wolfram and Hart. the only thing off the bat he couldn't recognize was her subspecies.

"No, you don't look like a Baatezu at all."
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[personal profile] hartless_cowboy 2012-09-17 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Doubting that calling her a runt would've gone over well, Lindsey chose to bite his apple instead. Swallowing first, he casually replied, "They can change their sizes, some of them. Depends on the subspecies. Just like how some have wings."

He shrugged and grinned up at the annoyed looking partial-demoness. "Nah, but I worked with some of them, for too, I suppose. My workplace was an interdimensional highway service station kinda place."

His grin widened. "Name's Lindsey McDonald, by the way."
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[personal profile] hartless_cowboy 2012-09-19 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure, you can call it that," was Lindsey's casual answer, not a bit of shame coloring his voice. "Demons, witches, half the things that go bump in the night out there." He shrugged, grinning proudly and settling back in his couch now that Neeshka stepped around.

"I'll say they're responsible for throwing me in here too. They weren't the throw a party type of employers for premature retirement but hey, sure beats being dead."
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[personal profile] hartless_cowboy 2012-09-19 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Lindsey took the news of repeated death about as cheerfully as Neeshka did. "Last place that did that to me, I didn't get to live like a celebrity." He tossed down the half finished apple and took up a bunch of grapes. "Didn't even get to keep my memories until I got out of there... What losers, huh."

He plucked at one, then finding them not as sweet as he would like, tossed it back down too. "Don't get what the big deal is if they fix you right up after. How do they do that? Magic?"
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[personal profile] hartless_cowboy 2012-09-21 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
That got Lindsey to sit up with interest. "Forty something?" He wasn't aware that there were that little 'tributes' around, thought there would be more. Most hell dimensions were open to all sorts of outsiders. Then again, most didn't let their prisoners live in luxury.

"Who knows what the natives of Panem think," Lindsey answered, shrugging the question away to the back of his mind. "Far as I can tell, not a bad place to be. Kinda looking forward to it, actually." He stared at the screen again. His intended target wasn't showing on it right now but he didn't mind some payback.
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[personal profile] hartless_cowboy 2012-09-22 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Lindsey watched the non-demon's reaction with clear amusement twinkling in his eyes. "That's what happens when we're in an open circus. Just make sure you save the best trick for last." With nothing interesting going on on screen, he picked up his breakfast and poked at it a bit longer before deciding he was done. Their Avox could take it away later, he was learning fast about this place.

"Hey, Neeshka, instead of firing up, you should study what they are doing." Standing up, he stretched and gestured invitingly at it for her. "Here, take my seat. I'm going to take a walk around and make more 'friends'."
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[personal profile] hartless_cowboy 2012-09-24 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guess you will, sweetie," Lindsey answered flippantly with a carefree wave and a grin.

"Watch the show and tell me if I miss anything interesting, us being district buddies and all."

The demonness wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, and the chance that they may have to kill one another sometime this year aside, she wasn't bad for a part pit fiend. Most of those guys were destruction and death and had breath that smelled of sulfur; she was kind of cute in an adorable puppy sort of way.