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thecapitol2014-03-11 01:55 am
hit_girl_mindy) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-11 01:55 am
Living inside the shell
Who| Mindy, open
What| The victor returns to the Capitol.
Where| Various Places
When| After being patched up
Warnings/Notes| Mindy, so foul language and descriptions of violence.
After the last few weeks, it was a breath of fresh air to be back in the Capitol. It was not something she would have easily admitted to herself, but at least here there was a sense of ease, knowing that she didn't have to be watching her back for death.
Mostly.
It was strange too. She almost felt alien, coming back here with the win. Death had at least made her an equal: now she was an object, to be striven for or hated or stared at or asked questions to. The crowing would come soon enough, she knew that, and what a pain that would be. Words to say,things to plan, and really, all she wanted was to make sure all her friends were all right. certain ones would hare her now, of course, but that was expected. She had, after all, let the games' nature affect her.
She was more than happy to be restored though: all the bleeding and the aching had taken a toll on her, and she was ready for aching she at least only inflicted on herself. There were several ways of going through with this.
1. The Training room. It was always Mindy's "go to" place, and even now there was no reason not to go. She was aware of the stares and the whispers, but she ignored these: after all, she'd come here last time after her defeat, why should her victory be any different? Mindy is hard at work on the treadmill, looking to see if she can increase her speed. There was a lot to think about, and this was the perfect way to NOT have to do that right now. Cut everyone out, hear some mindless music, run like the wind. Easy.
2. Eventually though, there's a place she needed to go: over to District 12, at the top tower to see Sandy. She hated, more than anything, to apologize or even explain herself unnecessarily but in this case it was needed. Sandy wasn't just some girl to her: she was one of the first friends she made, and after what she'd done, she needed to at least talk to her about it. The girl might not listen or care, but Mindy still needed to explain herself. She might run into anyone in District 12 though.
3. In her own tower, she made the unwise choice of attempting to sleep. After that, she thought a mushroom trip might have been more peaceful. Now she just had visions of the worse things in the Arena: beheading, throat slitting, bombs going off, and all of the dead looking at her as if she were the cause. It was pretty gory, and Mindy had awoken wide eyed and breathing hard. So anyone in the Tribute tower, especially in her District, can see the girl sitting in the room now, oversized shirt on, watching a replay of the games, almost glassy eyed.
What| The victor returns to the Capitol.
Where| Various Places
When| After being patched up
Warnings/Notes| Mindy, so foul language and descriptions of violence.
After the last few weeks, it was a breath of fresh air to be back in the Capitol. It was not something she would have easily admitted to herself, but at least here there was a sense of ease, knowing that she didn't have to be watching her back for death.
Mostly.
It was strange too. She almost felt alien, coming back here with the win. Death had at least made her an equal: now she was an object, to be striven for or hated or stared at or asked questions to. The crowing would come soon enough, she knew that, and what a pain that would be. Words to say,things to plan, and really, all she wanted was to make sure all her friends were all right. certain ones would hare her now, of course, but that was expected. She had, after all, let the games' nature affect her.
She was more than happy to be restored though: all the bleeding and the aching had taken a toll on her, and she was ready for aching she at least only inflicted on herself. There were several ways of going through with this.
1. The Training room. It was always Mindy's "go to" place, and even now there was no reason not to go. She was aware of the stares and the whispers, but she ignored these: after all, she'd come here last time after her defeat, why should her victory be any different? Mindy is hard at work on the treadmill, looking to see if she can increase her speed. There was a lot to think about, and this was the perfect way to NOT have to do that right now. Cut everyone out, hear some mindless music, run like the wind. Easy.
2. Eventually though, there's a place she needed to go: over to District 12, at the top tower to see Sandy. She hated, more than anything, to apologize or even explain herself unnecessarily but in this case it was needed. Sandy wasn't just some girl to her: she was one of the first friends she made, and after what she'd done, she needed to at least talk to her about it. The girl might not listen or care, but Mindy still needed to explain herself. She might run into anyone in District 12 though.
3. In her own tower, she made the unwise choice of attempting to sleep. After that, she thought a mushroom trip might have been more peaceful. Now she just had visions of the worse things in the Arena: beheading, throat slitting, bombs going off, and all of the dead looking at her as if she were the cause. It was pretty gory, and Mindy had awoken wide eyed and breathing hard. So anyone in the Tribute tower, especially in her District, can see the girl sitting in the room now, oversized shirt on, watching a replay of the games, almost glassy eyed.
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"A healthy way to think about it. Though the last thing I wanna think about the dumb ass crowning. Getting up in front of people. Saying things."
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Or maybe not. Eva was in trouble too often for Eponine's liking, and she didn't want Mindy ending in the same way.
"Or perhaps Madame Jessica. She is better to talk to, I think. She is my Mentor."
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She made a face.
"Yeah, I dunno how the mentor who slept her way through the competition to win is going to help me."
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"She is letting me do as I wish. For now. That is about as good as I can ask for. I do not wish to be interfered with."
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And in District Three, should this conversation be broadcast, the cries of teenage girls would ring out. Their tragic heroine, dismissing them all in one fell swoop. But what Eponine said and what she really felt were complete opposite things. Her actions had hurt those girls in District Three and she didn't want to hurt anybody else ever again. So she was alienating herself from them on purpose.
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Which sounded nice. Mindy was trying to find a reason herself, personally. After her dad died, she had hardly had a case of homesickness, after all.
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"Me, all I did was get my friends there whipped by the Peacekeepers for hiding me. I do not want anything more to do with any of them. They are not so badly off as I was in Paris: they can get by. Let someone else win."
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She sighed. "And if I project the whole 'I don't care about them' shit I go against everything I ever stood for. I protect people. I try to save lives by killing killers. Being complacent, not caring that I won because I don't have to kill? I would have never won the games that way."
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"Send him food. Water, Mademoiselle ."
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"He will be cross with me. But it'll be worth it if he is safe. He will stop shouting at me soon."
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Simple as that.
"I'll keep that in mind. I feel bad for him though. in a way. The Capitol screws with his life, and we go and decide for him what's going to happen. On a certain level, we're no better than the Capitol.:
She shrugged. "Lucky for me I care less about bullshit like that and more about him living."