thecapitol | she got legs

Who| Susannah and OPEN
What| Susannah's got some mechanical legs
Where| all over the Capitol!
When| Oh, starting from yesterday, probably, and going up to the Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Ian C, Eddie, and Felicity will all have closed threads, but feel free to make your own underneath theirs

Eight deaths caused by her hands (including her own) equaled eight envelopes of killmoney. Perhaps it was a bit callous for her to turn around and use it as a downpayment on robot legs, but she wasn't a mentor like Maximus. She couldn't just get them for free. And really, she was lucky to find someone willing to craft and fit them for that little upfront--although she was going to be a walking advertisement for their product now, as well as an actual advertisement in a couple days. It was better than to have to beg the rest of the money from a sponsor--she'd heard some things about what they expected in return.

She was glad, now, that she'd asked Maximus how it felt to use his mechanical leg. It had prepared her.

So now here she is, walking around on a pair of porcelain robot legs with blue detailing, wearing a skirt just far enough past her knees in length for her to really show them off. And she's definitely looking to show them off.

Wheelchair tribute is no more--Susannah's got legs and she (mostly) knows how to use them!

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"Who ever said the Games were fair?" Susannah shakes her head in bemusement. "Maybe they pay lip service to that idea when they turn off some of the stranger people's powers, but they aren't fair, honey, and I doubt they ever were." She shrugs. "And-- I didn't rely on it, as a matter of fact. It was more of an emergency measure. I hate piggy-backin'. I'd rather crawl."

"I should rather crawl, too." Her voice was softer than it had been in awhile, out of admiration for the woman's strength. Fee thought back to her own death in the Arena, to refusing to let Marius carry her. Oh, how she'd wanted to walk on her own, to die on her own. That spark of independence was so vital to her. She just knew that Susannah had that spark in her, too.

Putting on her most girlish expression, Fee smiled at Susannah. "I think your legs are very beautiful, Miss Dean."

Susannah smiles back. "Thank you, honey. I think so too. I probably could have got just the regular robot legs like Maximus did--it'd have been cheaper--but I'd rather spend a little more and have something pretty, not somethin' I'd rather cover up."

Fee understood that feeling. It was a lot like how she felt about her own clothing, like how she'd felt when Chris Traeger had offered her a pair of pants. They would do the trick, but they wouldn't fit properly or look fashionable on her. She'd rather spend the money to look chic while wearing the trousers of her dreams than look passable in a pair of men's pants.

"Do they hurt at all? Can you...?" She trailed off, feeling impertinent again. "Can you feel with them on?"

Susannah chuckles. "You're not the first person who's asked that. No, they can't feel anything. They're rigged up so I can move them the same way I used to move my real legs when I was younger, but they don't actually feel anything themselves."

"So then they will not ache or become tired either." Felicity smiled, glad she hadn't been scolded for asking too many questions. "Would it be alright to congratulate you on having them? They are so pretty, and they will aid you I am sure."

"Of course it's all right, sugar," Susannah replies, smiling back gently. She likes this young lady. "If I didn't want people to talk about my legs, I'd put on a pair of slacks."

She nodded and smiled, deciding to use the opportunity to talk to Susannah about something besides her legs anyway. She certainly had more to talk about besides them. "Do you come to this bookshop often?"

"Pretty regularly," Susannah says. "I'm not exactly a fan of what constitutes modern television in these parts, so I try to have something to read on hand. I haven't been able to reach the high shelves before, though. Oh, and there's a nice little cafe 'round the corner from here that I usually go to afterwards."

she got legs

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