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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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Down the hallway was the undeniable sight of a cavewoman, whose hair was completely un-tameable (they had tried to sleek it into braids and failed), and who was covered in what appeared to be a ballerina outfit that had been torn to shreds.
She was running toward Harley at an entirely too-fast speed, looking very angry. And she probably would have knocked her over at an entirely too-strong speed, as well, were it not for the tree, which momentarily distracted Eep. It looked so much like trees at home. It even smelled like them. This gave Eep pause, and she stood there, unsteady on her feet (they had put heels on them, but she was clearly barefoot, and did not mind).
Sniffle.
That was another person, wasn't it?
Eep dropped to her feet in a defensive crouch, tears drying on her face, her teeth bared in a snarl. Harley was unlike anything she had ever seen, but she was the first person that Eep had seen, and that meant she might be completely responsible for all of the events of today.
Poor Harley.
"GUY," Eep shouted, at the top of her lungs.
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"Uh...no." Harley pointed at herself. "Harley. Girl. See? Boobies."
She then groped herself slightly to make her point. She was not a guy, she had breasts.
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This was not the strangest thing that had happened to Eep today. But it was one of the more strange things.
Eep forgot to yell anymore and just stared for a minute.
Quickly thereafter, she came to the conclusion that Harley was not going to be helpful. Her face screwed back into anger, and she growled at Harley instead. "No," she said, through gritted teeth. "Guy." This woman was clearly stupid. Eep was going to have to speak very slowly.
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Harley once again held up her hands.
"Alright alright Guy. Whatever you'll figure it out sooner or later. So what do you want?" Another thought and she pointed at her face. "Harley."
Don't mind Eep, Harley. She's just going to strip for you without explaining anything
He was here, somewhere, and she was going to find him. And she was also going to get this ridiculous clothing off.
Having been calmed down some by Harley's antics, Eep began to, instead of clarifying herself (perhaps correctly believing that it wouldn't help much), rip off the rest of her leggings.
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"Yeah girl that's the spirit! Break free of your confining pants. Just don't be upset when you go outside and freeze your personal hair off." She giggled wickedly.
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She stripped down to what was clearly meant to be an undergarment underneath, but as Eep did not know or care what underwear was, this was unimportant. They were bright blue. She stared at them for a minute, then shrugged.
And promptly tore down the hall away from Harley without saying a word.
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