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thecapitol2014-02-26 08:41 pm
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I feel like a zombie gone back to life
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.
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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"No." The girl takes a deep breath, rattling in her lungs as she inhales, then exhales. Her face is bright red, burning hot and starting to swell. It hurts, stings like a whip. But compared to what she's been through before? This is nothing. "Go on."
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She doesn't decide to just drop it, though. That would be wise, and Eva's fueled by pride and anger now.
She grabs for Felicity's hair. "You speak a harsh word to my girl again and you'll never make it out of another Arena alive."
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There won't be punishment for Eva, at least not with Peacekeepers around. Mentor violence isn't entirely unheard of, and the Capitol citizens don't care much for justice for their Tributes.