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[shambler]

Who|| R and [Semi-Open] – PM me if you want to bump into him so I can write a prompt.
What|| R wakes up to realize he’s a zombie all over again and the Cure, in fact, wasn’t a cure after all. He’ll be in a funk. Mostly he’ll be blocking traffic (cue finding him in the District 4 shower, creepy-staring, or else where). Basically R needs cheering up, pep-talks, even the awkward ones telling him he’s better off as a zombie.
Where|| Around the Tribute Tower and Training Center. Also District 4’s suite.
When|| After reviving in the Capitol from Howard mercy-killing him and before the next Arena. Basically a catch-all.
Warnings| Zombie references, depressed zombies.

Prompts in the comments for each character. Heads up I may be slow posting, so a post per day or every other day (so backtag central?).

Comments

[shambler]

From Mindy's reaction, he probably hadn't said the right thing. "Rright...people." Got it.

In theory. The reality was R didn't know how good a judge he was of people. He'd gotten himself killed, after all, presumably from bad life choices and that probably extended to a judge of someone's character.

"So...tips? How...to enter-tain?"

R drew a blank. He hadn't had time to learn how to use weapons like the other Living right before they threw him into the Arena. The most entertaining thing that happened (in his mind) was cuddling and kissing Julie, sharing that sleeping bag with her.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy gritted her teeth. How exactly did you make a zombie doing odd jobs appealing?

"It depends on who you're trying to get on the good side of. It's always tricky, because the whims of the capitol can go any fucking where. they might need you to just do your regular lurching around, and be amused. But for all you know, they might want you to go and bite a few people to put the fear of god in 'em. It really depends."

[shambler]

R reared back a little at that idea, his lips twitching over his ruined teeth in a grimace. What! "That's...hor-horri...ble!"

He stared at Mindy, aghast she'd even be able to think up that scenario. That wasn't just horrible, that was downright sick. Biting someone wasn't only painful. It wasn't an inconvenience, it wasn't even a death sentence. Worse. Worse than dying. R looked about as offended as a corpse could get, staring at Mindy stiffly.

"Not...that. Can't...go that...far."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy stared back at him. She had dealt with Orc back in the Arena: he had at least warned her, so she'd gotten the hell out of dodge. But thinking back on it, she wondered just how many of the Capitol would want to spice things up with having more than one zombies for the tributes to deal with.

"Good. There are more than a few tributes who've came from an after world where the undead came after them. The Capitol, more than anything, want to push it to the next level. If you have a limit, they'll push it. So honestly, we should start by seeing what it is they can have you do that wouldn't be that fucked up."

Okay if we start wrapping it up?

[shambler]

"Not...nice ideas. ," R said, cringing. "So...far."

Pushing it to the next level sounded like the opposite of what he wished he could do: if he had it his way, he'd be peacefully out of the way, unlikely to infect anyone else. But that was exactly why he hadn't come close to winning the Arena: inability to think like the Capitol, plus the whole planning-for-the-future thing. R hunched his shoulders with a little frown behind the muzzle.

"Look...into it," R groaned gloomily. "Thanks for...a-dvice."

Sure, why not?

[hit_girl_mindy]

He was right, of course. It didn't help that this was how she thought of the Capitol to begin with, so how was she really going to know what they had in store for him? Maybe they would give him his humanity back, no questions asked.

"Start with asking if they can help you retain memories. Maybe then, you can move onto something bigger. At least for now, see what they want in exchange for just that. It can't hurt."

[shambler]

R wheezed and rattled, still reluctant. He'd just assumed that the Cure would mean he could remember things better, too. Maybe he was shooting too high.

"Try that. Wish...luck?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Yeah, sure. You're a nice enough guy. You deserve it."

She shrugged. "Does any of us really deserve this place, really? Was your world better, or worse than here?"

[shambler]

R thought it was decent of Mindy to call him a nice guy. Sure, he'd killed (and then eaten) more people than he could count but he supposed it was all relative compared to what went on in the Arena. "Worse...less people. More...like me."

He guessed she had a point there, too. They had running water and endless food in the Capitol, and a partial Cure for his brand of infection. That was already way, way better than back home.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Of course it was relative: R was a zombie, it wasn't like he could control his natural impulses any more than she could stop learning to fight. The two were not mutually exclusive.

"That must be pretty shitty for the food supply then," Mindy commented. "So maybe one point for the Capitol. Too bad we have to keep killing each other and throwing in more and more people."

[shambler]

R had thought about that, yeah. Sooner or later there would be no more Living and then every zombie he knew would die, eventually. Even the Boneys. He'd found it both vaguely depressing and just as vaguely liberating, actually. Now he wasn't so sure.

"True. Could be...nicer...place." He was aware that was a massive understatement, R shrugging. "See...you. Try...advice."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy nodded, and, for a moment, looked genuinely sorry. She had hardships, but really, what could be going through R's mind, what about his needs, his wants?

Would anyone be able to be near the zombie and not go running into the night in terror?

"See you. Look me up, if you ever want some company. I'm District 9."