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thecapitol2014-03-22 07:22 pm
bringinghopewithme) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-22 07:22 pm
I'd like to phone a friend [Open]
WHO| Bunnymund and whoever you are.
WHAT| Bunny tries to get help from below, by contacting a local Earth spirit. His attempts are failing to yield results.
WHEN| As soon as he got out of the Training Center into the city.
WHERE| The park at the center of The Districts shopping center.
WARNINGS| Child-friendly swearing, attempted magic.
A giant rabbit lighting fires in a park draws attention. Which is all the more frustrating for Bunny, since he SHOULDN'T be drawing attention, no matter what he does out in the open like this. Every adult who stares at him with open confusion hammers home just how wrong something has gone, that whoever's in power in this city has the ability to suppress him into as close a state to mortality as he's been in many hundreds of years.
He could grumble about his situation, but that would get in the way of trying to get help. So he ignores the stares and keeps at work. His work, so far, is a hole in the ground, a pawful of pulled grass, moss, and flower petals stolen from various topiary on his way in search of the most natural place he could find in the midst of the city. He strikes a shard of flint he uncovered in the digging of the hole against the metal of his communicator, lighting a fire in the dry moss on a patch of earth he's cleared of grass, and dropping the flower petals onto the heat.
The way he kneels over the smoldering plants has all the look of a ritual, and the words he intones over them in a language that hasn't been used in the Capitol in much longer than 75 years do also.
All his kneeling and chanting isn't yielding much, though, to his frustration. With a growl, he jumps to his feet over the smoking flowers, still looking at the ground. "I know you're there, and I know you can hear me! You might not recognize me, but I'm close enough to being one 'a yours and I need your help. Wake up."
Still nothing. He stamps the ground, impatient, and growls again as no hole opens, no flowers grow, nothing happens except that he garners a few more bewildered looks from the humans who shouldn't be able to see him.
"Strewth."
WHAT| Bunny tries to get help from below, by contacting a local Earth spirit. His attempts are failing to yield results.
WHEN| As soon as he got out of the Training Center into the city.
WHERE| The park at the center of The Districts shopping center.
WARNINGS| Child-friendly swearing, attempted magic.
A giant rabbit lighting fires in a park draws attention. Which is all the more frustrating for Bunny, since he SHOULDN'T be drawing attention, no matter what he does out in the open like this. Every adult who stares at him with open confusion hammers home just how wrong something has gone, that whoever's in power in this city has the ability to suppress him into as close a state to mortality as he's been in many hundreds of years.
He could grumble about his situation, but that would get in the way of trying to get help. So he ignores the stares and keeps at work. His work, so far, is a hole in the ground, a pawful of pulled grass, moss, and flower petals stolen from various topiary on his way in search of the most natural place he could find in the midst of the city. He strikes a shard of flint he uncovered in the digging of the hole against the metal of his communicator, lighting a fire in the dry moss on a patch of earth he's cleared of grass, and dropping the flower petals onto the heat.
The way he kneels over the smoldering plants has all the look of a ritual, and the words he intones over them in a language that hasn't been used in the Capitol in much longer than 75 years do also.
All his kneeling and chanting isn't yielding much, though, to his frustration. With a growl, he jumps to his feet over the smoking flowers, still looking at the ground. "I know you're there, and I know you can hear me! You might not recognize me, but I'm close enough to being one 'a yours and I need your help. Wake up."
Still nothing. He stamps the ground, impatient, and growls again as no hole opens, no flowers grow, nothing happens except that he garners a few more bewildered looks from the humans who shouldn't be able to see him.
"Strewth."
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Orc blinked his bleary eyes and only crawled to his knees on instinct, shrugging off more branches. He must have weighed a ton given his size, but at least he was co-operating.
"God? I dunno if god's here anymore..." He mumbled, his breath reaking like he'd been eating garbage. The cracks of his stones seemed to permeate with the stench of alcohol.
Once he was up it was clear he'd been wearing a T-shirt and it was ripped in half hanging off his shoulders. His custom tailored pants were dirty and ripped as well.
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Once the smell of the alcohol and the halitosis hit his still-sensitive nose, Bunny almost dropped Orc's arm. Not that his support would have made a difference - he was nowhere near strong enough to hold up someone made of rock, and wouldn't have been even with his powers. He aimed his nose away from Orc's mouth with a groan of disgust he didn't even bother to hide.
"You're mortal, ain'tcha? Mate, are you off your face or hungover?"
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"Mortal? No my names not Mortal. I'm...they call me Orc."
He glanced around to see where he'd woken up and then looked back to Bunny.
A long silence followed.
"You're a rabbit...a giant rabbit."
Well observed Orc. Bravo.
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The sarcasm in his voice was fairly gentle, given that Orc was clearly impaired, possibly young, definitely calling himself a monster's name.
"They call me Bunnymund." He considered laying out his full title, but if they were snatching tributes from other worlds, Easter might not mean anything to Orc. "Bunny'll do. Where's home, Orc?"
Because it clearly wasn't here, no matter how much like an Earth spirit Orc looked. Someone ought to get him there.
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"Perdido Bay, California." He surprised himself by even getting that far. His eyebrows arched as he studied Bunnymund further.
"But I haven't been there in...a long time...I think it's March so maybe like...half a year?"
Despite the pounding in his head, Orc was doing fairly well. He must have remembered to take his vitamins last night before he started drinking.
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He knew California, anyway, but Perdido Bay didn't ring a bell. He assumed it was because he knew it by an older name.
He frowned at how long Orc recalled being here. No wonder the kid was drinking. "And ah, the rock thing - did they do this to you here?"
Some of the plastic surgery he'd already seen was pretty crazy, but Orc's looked so ... organic.
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"They actually cured it for a few weeks." He grumbled "But they won't do it again. They think I'm more interesting like this."
Now for the part he hated, but he had to do. The confession.
He had told plenty of people about how he came upon this form, but it never got easier and the guilt never faded.
"This was gods punishment because I murdered a girl. It was an accident but...well here I am." He gestured vaguely with one of his over sized thick hands.
"Made me a freak. Lots of freaks in Perdido Bay but none like me."
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But no.
"Listen, kid, if it was a god that did this to you over an accident? When this is over, I'll be having words with that god."
Bunny patted him on the shoulder, not sure if the kid could feel the contact at all, but feeling it was necessary.
An accident that resulted in another child's death needed to be addressed, of course. But not with a curse.
"I'll see about getting your old skin back before we go, once we've found our ways home."
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Could he mean it?
Could he know something Orc didn't?
"You really think there's a way back home?" He asked not daring to humor the idea that there really could be a chance this stranger could restore his humanity. So far the only way that had come to be was through horrible mind numbing pain.
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He had a basic understanding of them. Occasionally he popped into a library after closing hours to catch up with the advances humans were making in the various sciences he used to have a tutor in.
"How'd they get you back in your old skin before?"
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"Torture." He choked out the word like he didn't even want to hear it.
"I attacked someone...he was a bad man and deserved it. I almost killed him but I couldn't even manage that. So they took me to a woman who made me scream." His voice was low and tense like there was someone squeezing his throat till he could barely get the words out.
"I don't know how...but she did it. I haven't been able to find her since."
Which led them back to why he was passed out drunk in the bushes.
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Almost as difficult to contain as his sympathy. Orc might not have been a young child, but he was till a child - and he'd been put to torture.
There was nothing about that which sat well with Bunny. There was nothing about the fact that he couldn't do anything immediate about it that sat well with him.
He did what he COULD do, in that moment - which was to keep his paw on Orc's shoulder, maintaining as comforting a presence as he could.
"You see her," he said, breathing in and out to calm himself, keep the rage out of his voice - "point her out to me, right mate?"
No wonder the kid was drinking himself to unconsciousness.
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"You can't hurt her." he cautioned thinking that was what was meant. "She's important to the Capitol. They'll punish you worse."
Not that Orc could really think about what worse was. But on the flip side of things he didn't want to confess he still thought she might be the only person who could make him human again.
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There had to be a way that didn't involve causing the kid pain, and if there wasn't with her way, he'd just have to find another. A lead was a lead though.
"As to that home that's slightly closer - how about we get you there, ay mate? This bush doesn't need fertilizing."
And this kid needed a better nap and a lot of water.
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Somehow it just seemed worse that he was being helped out by a giant bunny instead of someone like Howard. But the commanding authority this bunny had behind him was unlike any school teacher Orc could remember.
"Thank you." He added watching the ground.