( open ) Arrival

[khiluz]

Who| Fíli and anyone!
What| Fíli arrives, and he is still quite lost despite whatever information has been given to him.
Where| Anywhere around the Training Center (also District 6 Suites), let me know in the subject line!
When| Now & during the next couple of days (ICly)
Warnings/Notes| None that I can think of.


FOR KÍLI;

Things happen entirely outside of him, beyond himself. Fíli feels as though he is nowhere at all, words spoken that he does not hear, things placed on his hands that he cannot touch. He demands then he asks, he all but begs, where his brother is, where Lake-town is, but the people around him only seem to answer questions that he is not making. Vague mentions of some games and a battle to the death hover at the back of his mind, but by the time he thinks to ask about those, he finds himself being taken to someplace else.

He does not stay for one second once he is left at the apartment, and makes off to find a way back, or at least someone he knows. He walks and runs, for however long he does not know, screaming and shouting for Kíli, for Bofur or Óin, but there is no one, he recognizes no one or nothing in this place.

It is a fear that coils at the pit of his stomach, settling heavier with each step he takes. How did he find himself here, and why? How is he to return? Panic surrounds him until it is too great for him to keep going and he all but collapses against a wall, sliding down until he is sitting on the ground, legs folded, head resting against his knees.

He can't breathe, and he realizes now that he is also lost.


FOR ANYONE;

All of this may be explained a thousand times over, still Fíli remains just as lost. He has found his brother, but that is as much familiarity as this place brings. He walks the halls and the rooms, everything strange and entirely foreign, and therefore all too intimidating to him, but he does not show it. He makes his best effort to keep his step sure as he peeks into each corner, watches each person that passes him attentively, and opens every door that he does not find locked - including doors to other people's rooms, but it is not as if he knows that.

Comments

[khiluz]

For a brief moment Fíli considers leaving and just giving up on the conversation, but he is a little curious now. So, he tries again, hopefully not saying something that will offend Punchy.

"Perhaps our conversation will run smoother if you can tell me what 'newbies' means, as well as what is, uh... 'punking on my lingo'."

The rest he could piece together. Probably.

[nunpunching]

"Dissing how I talk. Everybody does that, like they be spitting some ill shit when all they do is talk normal like any other white-collar square. I ain't got time for that shit." He waves his hands in an exaggerated gesture as he rants. Apparently his frustration has been building up for a little while now.

He shakes his head and angrily types something.

"And you're a newbie because you new. Duh."

[khiluz]

Well, that is a step in the right direction. So perhaps this is just the way he speaks, and not some strange language on the world he is from. There are still a few words that Fíli does not understand, but the most part he can decipher.

"I do not mean to joke the way you speak, I am sorry. It is just that none speak in this manner where I am from. You say words that I have never even heard before, you see."

[nunpunching]

"And your grammar's jank, but I don't harp on that. It's all old-timey and shit."

The most horrifying thing about Punchy is that beneath his ridiculous exterior, he's not entirely stupid. He already has his suspicions about what time period and even what world Fili is from.

"You related to the other shortstuff guy? You his pops or something?"

[khiluz]

Is it not wonderful how he now begins to understand much of what Punchy says? His smile is a little dry at the hint of a jab in the young man's tone, still he can'd disagree entirely. Most people he has met so far seem to come from places more developed in some aspects, as if from the future. Though he is not sure he could call them evolved.

"Kíli," he says with the slight tone of question, though he is sure that is who he is talking about. Nearly everyone had either mentioned Kíli to him or actually confused the two of them when first meeting him, after all. "Yes, he is my brother."

[nunpunching]

"Like, your biological brother or you're 'he's my homie' brother?" Punchy continues his angry typing (although only using one hand this time, and hunting and pecking for the right letters).

He's not jealous of Kili, but he's curious. He can't think of many other, if any, people who're coming in as parts of families. As he's trying to figure out by which mechanism people are brought in, it might be useful information.

[khiluz]

"He is my brother," Fíli replies with some confusion. "What other sort of brothers are there?"

He wonders if perhaps Punchy asks because Kíli is so different from him. He had met others in this place before who had mentioned that too after all, and since he cannot actually understand the question - 'biological', or 'homie', another two words he is not familiar with - it is only normal that he draws to that conclusion.

[nunpunching]

"You know, homie brothers. Brothers from other mothers. Your posse. Your pack."

Punchy looks back up at Fili, starting to warm to the little guy if only because he hasn't outright insulted his dialect so much as just not understood it. Punchy scooches over on the couch so Fili can sit down if he likes.

[khiluz]

"Like... friends. Companions."

At least that is what it sounds like to Fíli. He takes the invitation and sits down on the couch next to Punchy, still glancing curiously at the system from which the sound is coming from.

"I have others like such, but not Kíli. We are of the same mother and father."

[nunpunching]

"I had a sis once." He nods his head, and there's a sad little crinkle that appears in the corner of his mouth when he says that. Absentmindedly, he pulls a cloth and wooden puppet out of his pocket and taps its head against his chin.

"You gon' have each others' backs in the Arena?"

[khiluz]

There is silence as Fíli wonders if there is meaning to the doll, but he does not ask. He offers instead, because he can see the sadness even if Punchy does not show it much. "I am sorry."

He promptly nods at the question, no hesitance whatsoever - even though he does not yet know exactly what awaits them at the arena. "Of course. I will always protect my brother."

[nunpunching]

Punchy waves a hand. "Ain't no big."

He barely remembers his sister, and while he knows that's a blessing, he also wonders at times if that's worse. If she's relegated not to being a memory of a person but as an ideal, a tragic story.

"That's good. You two keep it tight. You know, I don't be icing no homies in the Arena, if you guys need someone to hustle with."

[khiluz]

Many of the words, again, Fíli does not understand, but not wanting to upset Punchy he simply assumes, rightly so though he does not know it, that he offers his help.

"You may count on us just as well," he tilts his head briefly, words hesitant as he is not sure if he assumed correctly. "Now if I may, I will go check on my brother. He was not feeling too well in the morning."

[nunpunching]

"Oh yeah?" Punchy looks legitimately concerned. In spite of his attempt at being casual and apathetic, he does care pretty deeply about the other Tributes. "You can take him some of the fruit from the kitchen. If he just hit the sauce too hard we got pills and poppers in the bathroom."

And he returns to his work.

[khiluz]

"Thank you, I will do so."

And standing up, he offers Punchy a respectful bow before turning around and making his way back to Kíli's room.