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[keep_surviving]

Who| Diana and you
What| Diana's killing time during the mini-arena. Maybe training, maybe avoiding training.
Where| District 5 suite, Diana's room, various cafe's in the Capitol, maybe the Training Room later
When| During the mini-arena
Warnings/Notes| Basic Diana warnings. Starvation. Mentions of trauma. Sexual references. Foul language. Etc.

The TV in their suite is constantly playing something about the new arena. And it seems to always be focused on one of the District 5 members. Diana's sure how much longer she can take trying to walk through to the kitchen only to be blindsided by sideburns. God forbid Han's won this, she's not sure how'd she handle them being on the main story for a whole month. Sighing, she sits down, placing her very large smoothie on a coaster and begins peeling apart her orange. Please let the camera switch to Venus soon.

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She lounges on her bed, stomach pressed against the ludicrously soft bedding, swiping her finger lazily across a tablet screen as her feet bump her ankles together lightly in the air along with some music she has playing. Her hand reaches for one of the already half empty two bowls beside her, pulling out a sliced grape and dipping it generously into some yoghurt, popping it into her mouth and licking her fingers clean before swiping the screen again. A notification pops up about the arena, someone's death. She ignores it, pretends not to see, goes back to swiping.

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At the cafe she sits, brow furrowed at the cup infront of her, loaded up to the brim with extra milk and sugar. She takes a sip and pulls a face. They offer to replace it. She declines. She'd made it like this. Picking apart her oversized muffin she tries attempts to bypass the drinks taste by dipping the pieces fluffy sponge into the hot liquid before eating them. This is workable.

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The cafe

[gardienne]

"Madame?" Eponine cuts a gaunt figure, even dressed in the skater style dress and tights her stylists were so fond of putting her in. But her cheeks are still hollow, her eyes still quite lifeless, and with her shaved head, she looks, frankly, quite ill. But she's not ill in the slightest, and when she smiles, she shows off the shiny, false teeth that look so out of pplace against her greyish complexion.

But Eponine doesn't seem to care, and she smiles anyway.

"I thought, perhaps, that they'd kept you dead, Madame. But no - here, you are as alive as I am."

The cafe

[keep_surviving]

Diana looks up from her coffee to smirk.

"Keep me dead? That would be a bit harsh, I've been nothing but a good girl."

She gestures to a free chair on her table. "Love the hair. Fringe going back out of style? It's hard to keep up sometimes."

Re: The cafe

[gardienne]

"Don't matter to them, Madame. I were bad, and yet, here it is so." She said, as she took herseat. She ran her hand agsinst the bristles of her hair, and sighed ruefully.

"Madame Jessica shaved my head. She said my hair were too badly damaged. I don't like this though, Madame."

The cafe

[keep_surviving]

Diana shrugs. "I'm sure you can pull it off. But we can go shopping for some hats if you want?"

She chews the inside of her cheek in thought. "Actually, you'd look cute in a hat."

[orestes]

Enjolras keeps his head down as he moves through the suite, purposefully avoiding chancing a glance up at the screens. He doesn't need to watch his friends die again, doesn't need to fuel the powerlessness feeling that eats at him most days. They'll tell him if anything happens to Venus or Courfeyrac anyway, and they'll take pleasure in it when they do. Until then, he can avoid it all, or at least try to.

It's because of this fixation with not fixating that he almost misses her. He's grabbed one of his apples, preparing to retreat again to his room that still smells of wine and has one of Venus' sweatshirts draped over the back of the chair. Instead, he stumbles unceremoniously into her. "Forgive me, mademoiselle, my head is no where today."

[keep_surviving]

Diana arches her eyebrows and smirks. "Looks like it was nearly in my chest to me."

Popping a segment of orange into her mouth, she asks. "Not watching the big event?"

[orestes]

"No, I do not much see the point." He declines to comment on her innuendo. It could have been innocent enough, but too much time spent amongst Capitolites has him concerned otherwise and it's best never to entertain that sort of thing. "Someone will win, the rest will die, and we will continue in our subjugation. If the Victor thinks he is buying his freedom, he will be disappointed."

It's a grim outlook, but at least Enjolras is telling it how it is. In his humble opinion, too many of the other mentors motivate their Tributes under false pretense. It's disgusting.

[keep_surviving]

"Well, aren't you just a bowl of sunshine and rainbows?" Diana rolled her eyes.

"Look, maybe keep your apathetic views on us all killing each other to yourself? Because I don't want the big bosses in charge thinking people are getting bored and making things worse." She points at him accusingly. "Because I tell you now, I'll be blaming you during the waterboarding."

Training room, where else?

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy is taking another swim. It's quickly become one of her favorite past times, from testing how many laps she could swim in the amount of time she gave herself, to her free time where she could just float blissfully along, shutting out the rest of the world. If anyone was coming, for the moment she couldn't hear them, remaining safely in a place in her mind, outside the Capitol.

[keep_surviving]

There's a sudden splash and the disruption in the water ripples out from the impact point.

Diana comes back up for air, brushing her now wet hair out of her face and swims to the side of the pool.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy was rudely pushed out of Fuck You Land, opening her eyes and turning to see who was that went and bothered her.

"Damn. Just when I thought I was alone..."

[keep_surviving]

Diana stop adjusting the cups of her swimsuit and turns to smirk at Mindy.

"Oh, hey, it's our favorite little winner."

[burnedbrighter]

Azula was of course watching the arena and that meant being in close proximity to Diana.

"Look at that fool. She's completely out of her mind." She gestured to the screen where Susannah...or her other personality Detta Walker had just set an entire section of the maze on fire despite her partner Harley Quinn still being in the danger zone.

And the scary looking black woman was laughing all the while as the blond one screamed and dumped water on herself to try and avoid death by fireball.

"This should go without saying, but until we understand what it is that brings out the violent side of her, you should avoid that one." She added to Diana before picking up a cookie to nibble on.

[keep_surviving]

If Diana had rolled her eyes any harder, they'd have hurt. "Well, gee, you really think so?"

She makes some grand gestures with her hands to add to the effect of her acting. "Hold on, let me just make a note of that because, who knows, I might forget that subtle hint."

[burnedbrighter]

Azula allowed the sarcasm to wash over her, "Well I did say it should go without saying. But I've found that if I just expect all of you to do what makes sense to me it doesn't always happen. So I am not making an assumptions even if I know how smart you actually are."

After all Diana had proven herself particularly adept at staying out of harms way so far.

[keep_surviving]

Diana suddenly sits up, familiar smirk on her face. She leans towards Azula a little. "Are you saying I don't listen to you?"

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Like finds like. Howard has a cup of coffee that's similarly loaded with cream and sugar, a pale beige from the look of it now. And he doesn't say a word as he sits down next to Diana with his plate filled with croissants and cookies. He's been having difficulty putting the weight back on between Arenas this time, and it shows in the way he still doesn't seem to fill out even the tailored clothing his Stylists have made for him. He's covered it with a heavy coat that makes him look a little bit like a monk or a terrorist.

"These are mine," he says, in case she gets any funny ideas. "But they aren't expensive, in case you want to buy your own."

He pushes his hood back and looks at her. She seems to be doing alright with the constant death, and for an instant he truly hates her for that. He could almost forget her explaining Orc's idiocy to the dumb drunk. But instead of saying something about that he takes a bite out of his cookie.

[keep_surviving]

Diana looks up as he sits, midway through dunking another piece of muffin. "Howie~" She greets him in the same happy tune as always.

At his comments she flashes him a smirk and puckers her lips, sending an audible air kiss his way.

"I missed you."

She tries to take another sip of her coffee and is unable stop her grimace tugging at the corner of her mouth.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Did not." Howard's tastebuds must be nuked, because he doesn't even taste the foul pale sludge that makes up his beverage. Or maybe he's just washing out the taste by jamming cookies in his throat. Hard to tell.

"So. You're still alive. Congratulations on joining the race of cockroaches."

Cafe

[swedeandlow]

He doesn't even notice her at first. He's too caught up in his own mind, working over an old case he wasn't completely happy with, trying to figure out if there was something he missed. The seat across from her was the only empty one, so he took it without even realising who he was sitting across from, blowing on his coffee thoughtfully before he took a sip and made a face. Too hot.

It was then that his eyes came up and met hers.

"Oh!" He hadn't meant to vocalize his surprise, but there it was. The last thing he expected was a tribute. "Sorry," He immediately started, "I didn't intend to interrupt--"

Re: Cafe

[keep_surviving]

Diana just shrugged her shoulders, her lips curled up into a smile and her eyes glinting, amused. "It's not like you're really interrupting anything."

She adds more milk to her coffee. "Though maybe asking next time would be polite."

[swedeandlow]

He didn't quite blush, but he did look incredibly embarrassed.

"Ah- sorry, yes. I admit I didn't... even realise you were there. You're- You're Diana, aren't you. One of the tributes?"

[carnagecarnival]

He hasn't left the seat he's in since the arena began, staring intently at all that flashes over the screen. He has a look of someone mentally recording it all, each and every little detail as he pieces things together. He doesn't seem to particularly care about Hans or Venus even as he listens to everything that's said, but his ears do flick over any showing of Pruna or Terezi.

Diana, doesn't register-- some tribute from his district but one whom he's not really spoken to. He is statue-stiff with his focus on the screen. It's only if she comes to sit near that his ears flick again and his eyes dart from the screen to her.

[keep_surviving]

"Hey." She says as she sits beside him, rolling the orange in her hands. "You're looking pretty invested."

[carnagecarnival]

"HE HAS AT FOR INVESTMENT IN CERTAIN ONES," He replies. "They're behaving all differentlike they up and are, the lot of them." His words grind and come out through growls, then soften again to normal tones in turn. It doesn't seem to be something intended.

He turns to look at her properly. He's seen her around, certainly, it'd be hard not to living together, but they haven't spoken so much-- perhaps bad timing, he always going off to the Training Center or anywhere else.

"AND YOU? Boredom drive a wicked sister out or all did she get herself an interest in the watch?"