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thecapitol2013-12-21 09:30 pm
flewtotomorrow) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-21 09:30 pm
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WHO| Eep and Guy, and you, if you'd like to be screamed at and possibly bitten!
WHAT| The freaking out of a super-strong cavewoman.
WHERE| The District 6 suites
WHEN| After Eep is pulled from her world.
Warnings| None currently, other than that you're more than likely to get tossed around if you're not careful; patience is not Eep's forte. She'll most likely end your conversation with snarling and running off.
Eep woke up covered in the most strange furs she had ever felt. It was the first thing that came to her senses, that she was wearing something soft, fluffy. What it was, in fact, was crinoline: lots of it. A bright salmon tutu, with long, bright teal leggings. Her shirt was a wrap, a salmon kimono-like apparatus that had clearly been carefully put together in the most detailed and delicate of fashions.
It was too tight around her neck. She ripped the shirt's collar immediately, tearing, panicked, at it. Was something wrapped around her neck? Was something trying to choke her? It may have well been. With the collar ripped, the shirt loosened itself and fell off her shoulders, staying up only by virtue of being attached to her back. Someone might have foreseen this issue.
In her struggle to turn around and around to get the fabric away from her neck, she felt the scratchy lace of the crinoline, looked down, and screamed. Something was ALL OVER HER. She was COVERED in ... STUFF. She began tearing at this as well. Whoever designed this petticoat was going to be rather disappointed. Pieces of it began to drop to the ground.
In her frenzy, Eep turned over, trying to get at the leggings, and accidentally turned on the television in her room. It buzzed to life. "...at the Arena, with the brave stylings of one Guy..."
Eep froze. There was a hole, a hole in the wall, and it had said Guy's name. It was showing--art to her. And the art was moving. It looked like what was happening, but it wasn't. She pressed her fingers to the glass of the screen, as a tiny version of Guy began running across what looked like a field.
"Guy," Eep whispered at the screen. He was tiny, like an ant. Maybe if she yelled? "GUY."
He didn't notice her. Instead, he was picked up and thrown by something that looked like a giant pile of rocks in the shape of a man into a tree. Eep screamed then, terrified, and whimpered, as Guy slumped to the ground, and there was another woman there, and Guy, Guy, Guy. Desperately, clawing at the screen, Eep tried to reach her hand into it. There was no way to do so. Angrily, she rushed her hand forward and smashed the screen, which shorted out and fell all around her fingers. She moved her hand too quickly to be hurt, but the electric short out that happened immediately afterward made her jump back.
Why was this happening? Where was she? Why was she covered in fur that looked so completely different from any fur that she had ever seen before? Why was Guy in a painting that moved? Why had he been hurt? Where was he?
Eep began to hyperventilate, clutching at her throat where the collar of her shirt had been. And then, very quickly, she began to yell. And the yelling turned into a screaming, the kind of screaming that she made on the hunt. Loud, powerful, terrified, angry.
Eep stumbled out of her room, covered in salmon tutu pieces and teal leggings, and proceeded to scream her way through the hallways of the District 6 quarters.
WHAT| The freaking out of a super-strong cavewoman.
WHERE| The District 6 suites
WHEN| After Eep is pulled from her world.
Warnings| None currently, other than that you're more than likely to get tossed around if you're not careful; patience is not Eep's forte. She'll most likely end your conversation with snarling and running off.
Eep woke up covered in the most strange furs she had ever felt. It was the first thing that came to her senses, that she was wearing something soft, fluffy. What it was, in fact, was crinoline: lots of it. A bright salmon tutu, with long, bright teal leggings. Her shirt was a wrap, a salmon kimono-like apparatus that had clearly been carefully put together in the most detailed and delicate of fashions.
It was too tight around her neck. She ripped the shirt's collar immediately, tearing, panicked, at it. Was something wrapped around her neck? Was something trying to choke her? It may have well been. With the collar ripped, the shirt loosened itself and fell off her shoulders, staying up only by virtue of being attached to her back. Someone might have foreseen this issue.
In her struggle to turn around and around to get the fabric away from her neck, she felt the scratchy lace of the crinoline, looked down, and screamed. Something was ALL OVER HER. She was COVERED in ... STUFF. She began tearing at this as well. Whoever designed this petticoat was going to be rather disappointed. Pieces of it began to drop to the ground.
In her frenzy, Eep turned over, trying to get at the leggings, and accidentally turned on the television in her room. It buzzed to life. "...at the Arena, with the brave stylings of one Guy..."
Eep froze. There was a hole, a hole in the wall, and it had said Guy's name. It was showing--art to her. And the art was moving. It looked like what was happening, but it wasn't. She pressed her fingers to the glass of the screen, as a tiny version of Guy began running across what looked like a field.
"Guy," Eep whispered at the screen. He was tiny, like an ant. Maybe if she yelled? "GUY."
He didn't notice her. Instead, he was picked up and thrown by something that looked like a giant pile of rocks in the shape of a man into a tree. Eep screamed then, terrified, and whimpered, as Guy slumped to the ground, and there was another woman there, and Guy, Guy, Guy. Desperately, clawing at the screen, Eep tried to reach her hand into it. There was no way to do so. Angrily, she rushed her hand forward and smashed the screen, which shorted out and fell all around her fingers. She moved her hand too quickly to be hurt, but the electric short out that happened immediately afterward made her jump back.
Why was this happening? Where was she? Why was she covered in fur that looked so completely different from any fur that she had ever seen before? Why was Guy in a painting that moved? Why had he been hurt? Where was he?
Eep began to hyperventilate, clutching at her throat where the collar of her shirt had been. And then, very quickly, she began to yell. And the yelling turned into a screaming, the kind of screaming that she made on the hunt. Loud, powerful, terrified, angry.
Eep stumbled out of her room, covered in salmon tutu pieces and teal leggings, and proceeded to scream her way through the hallways of the District 6 quarters.
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She just felt like if she let him go, he'd disappear again. He was going to have a hard time getting her to let him out of his sights for a while.
"If this isn't Tomorrow," she said, slowly, "then... how do we get back?"
Because that was the only thing that mattered. Eep's arms constricted a little bit. She wasn't even aware of it, really. "Why do they keep building things? Don't they stop building to eat? Or sleep?"
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He sucked in a deep breath.
"And in the meantime...in the meantime, things are bad here. The people who brought us are -" his voice dropped to a whisper. "They're bad news."
That was what he called bad things, bad surprises, bad things that were new.
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She was quiet for a very long time, wrapped up in his arms, her head buried into his shoulder. After what seemed for an eternity, she raised her head; her eyes were red, but clear, and determined.
"We have to get back," Eep said, firmly. "I don't care if this place is--is newer, or whatever. We need to go back. We need to go back to the family. And we've figured it out before. We'll figure it out now. If they pulled us from our world, they can put us back."
She moved her hands in reassuring circles on his back. Guy was the smartest person she knew, in the whole wide world. He would figure out a way to get out of there. She would help him. She would calm him down so he could hear all the thoughts in his head. And they would go back.
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Not being centered, being unfocused - that was a bad thing to be if you had a fight on your hands.
It helped to have someone remind him of the fight.
It helped to have someone to fight with, side by side
He wiggled closer to her.
"We'll figure it out. Somehow. In the meantime, we have to be careful. They can hear anything you say and see anything you do wherever you are. They have these things called bugs but they're not bugs that are alive, they're fake ones they made and they're everywhere. Inside our rooms, outside in the world... And they get mad if people say too many bad things about them, especially in public. They kill people. Sometimes they cut out their tongues. They're trying to use us for something and for it to work, we have to smile and pretend everything's fine when it's not."