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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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"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.