I feel like a zombie gone back to life

[iphigeneia]

Who| Felicity & Open
What| Venturing into the world anew.
Where| Around the Capitol in various places, aka pick your scenario!
When| During Week 6
Warnings/Notes| N/A

She felt like a new girl in this new world, reborn and revitalized. It was difficult to even explain this shift in Felicity's spirit or what had prompted it precisely, but she personally put a great deal of emphasis on how liberating it felt to stroll through the Capitol in her very own pair of tailored trousers. Her outfit wasn't immodest by any means, but she still felt revolutionary donning them for the first time.

To celebrate her new life and small dose of freedom, she decided to take a stroll around the Capitol, exploring the area around the Tribute center first, eventually exploring a nearby park and later a quiet cafe. It wasn't London, and it certainly wasn't Paris, and she was still resentful about what had happened in the Arena and the circumstances of her presence in the Capitol, but she could still appreciate the small things, like a moderately sunny day or the oddly dressed citizens roaming around the place.

Did she have a mission for her wandering? No, none in particular. She wanted to explore what she could, learning through experience. Whatever had been told to her of the Capitol and it's wicked ways could be tested. The Arena was one thing, life outside of it was another.

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[iphigeneia]

Felicity's voice trembled with rage, face growing hot and red. She couldn't stand being talked down to, especially by someone who seemed to have such control and poise. Even when she was angry, Cindy seemed to be in charge of herself. It was enviable, and it made Felicity both admire and despise her even more. "You may not regret it now, but I assure you, you will. And you will regret it every arena until I am finally crowned the victor. Mark my words."

[undercoverprincess]

"So to make me regret... what do you want me to regret? Regret killing you? Or regret talking to you in such a way?" Cindy laughed, taking a half step back so she had more room to laugh. This was ridiculous. So ridiculous, and she was sure that the people here loved it. But she did not understand this girl.

Maybe if they weren't yelling at each other... too late to buy her a cup of coffee, right?

"Yes, very nice. We're going to be put into an arena where we all fight each other to the death, and I know anyone could kill me. But you want me to regret all of this, because you're going to do exactly what you would have done already." Cindy shook her head. "Jesus, calm down. You look like an idiot."

[iphigeneia]

"That is where you are wrong," Felicity snarled. She was beyond the point of being able to back out gracefully. "I don't murder people. I am not a killer. But I will make an exception for you. I will humiliate you and break you. And I'll leave you to die with someone you hate beside you."

She wanted to scream, or at the very least slap Cindy. Instead, she looked exhausted, or like she might explode. "You didn't even care who found me! You didn't even care to finish me off!"

[undercoverprincess]

The people who didn't kill in the arena tend to die in the arena. Hell, what did Ian do this time around? Set himself on fire? There were the people who didn't want to play the game, and didn't, and Cindy respected them. But someone who doesn't kill people, but will kill people?

"I did think that you were dead, or seconds away from it." A slap was what she deserved, and the threats. She did deserve them, but she definitely wasn't going to wallow in them.

"Come on, slap me. I promise, it'll make you feel better for a little bit."

[iphigeneia]

Fee didn't want to give Cindy what she wanted, but she realized that the woman was right about something. Slapping her would make her feel really good, and she didn't need to be told twice. Without hesitation, she drew her arm back and struck Cinderella's cheek as hard as she could, which was actually pretty hard, all things considered.