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ᚠ ᛁ ᛚ ᛁ ᛫ FILI ([personal profile] khiluz) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-04-01 10:37 pm

( open ) Arrival

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.
nunpunching: (We cool we cool.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-05-05 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
nunpunching: (Rimshot!)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-05-08 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"
nunpunching: (We cool we cool.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-05-15 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
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."
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-05-16 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"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.