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thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
Entry tags:
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ lyle norg,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ topher brink
Thicker Than Blood Start
For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
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She wanted to explain everything to Madoka. Maybe this time, Madoka would believe her. On this, maybe Madoka will finally understand.
Was she being delusional on this? No, no. She couldn't be. She had to not give in to her doubts on this. Not yet. Not now.The moment she opened the door, a small pink cat with red ribbons over its ears perked its head up, hobbling towards the door with a series of almost asthmatic meows. She was, thankfully, not dressed up; the stylists didn't get their grubby hands on her. And, she was also curious about the strange new pink creature coming into her and her mama's territory.
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Madoka loved animals. The cat is as sweet and adorable as she had found Kyubey the day they'd met. "Homura-chan...! You have a cat...!" Though her voice is low, and her usual cheer is dampened by the situation, her happiness is unmistakeable. At first she'd wondered if Homura disliked animals, by the way she treated Kyubey. She knows at once (rather, she had known the moment she'd saved their lives) that all of them had been wrong about Homura. Madoka finally meets Homura's gaze with a soft smile. "How cute... What's her name?"
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"...Her name is--" She suddenly mumbled, as if she seemed a bit embarrassed by the revelation. "Madoka."
The cat, meanwhile, looked up at Madoka, letting out another meow as she rubbed against the girl's legs. The pupils were dilated in wonder - and confusion. It was like looking in a mirror. A funhouse mirror. One that took away half of her fur in the reflection.
It was so strange."She...reminded me of you."
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"'Madoka'... " She finally giggled to herself, deciding she was flattered. Her hand brushed along the cat's back with the gentlest of strokes. "Nice to meet you, Madoka..."
Still petting the cat, Madoka spoke now to Homura. "Homura-chan, I used to think... that you didn't like me very much." She remembers when she hid behind Sayaka after Homura looked at her in class. Sayaka and Mami had believed Homura was jealous of them, but though she can't put her finger on it, she knows they must have been wrong. Madoka can't help but feel guilty for her reaction, now.
"But now I know that's not it at all! You're very kind, Homura-chan."
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This was seriously--oh...aaaah, that feels good. Meow....what was Madoka thinking about again?"I'm not that kind." Homura was quick to deny it, to look away, to flip her hair. "I only do what I need to do, regardless of what must be done. That's my destiny."
Jealous? Never. Not of Madoka. She never would be. She knew people wouldn't be able to understand, no matter what they would insist.
"But, that can't be helped. And I'm fine with it."
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Though she was still upset over Mami's death - it was, of course, a sadness that would take a very long time to heal - it was easier now to smile and Homura had made that possible. Madoka straightened up from patting the cat and looked to Homura curiously. She still had some questions about this place.
"Homura-chan, how long have you and 'Madoka' been here? And why?" She asked calmly. She wondered if there were others, here, that mistook Homura's introversion for being an unfriendly person.
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Oh. How she wanted to be. How she wanted to be friends, and to see Madoka smile for her, and Homura could smile back. It didn't have to be every day or even every week. It only just had to be once. That had been something she'd wanted. After she made sure Madoka was safe, of course. After that...
But...here? Now? She didn't think it was right. Be friends, as they are told to murder one another.
She managed to hold her feelings from her, keeping herself intact, as she looked back at Homura, the coldness firmly back in place.
"I've been here for close to a year." She folded her hands together, to keep them from shaking, if they decided to start. "This world, Panem. Its a world of death. They bring people here to fight and kill each other for the amusement of the populace of this city. All day, every day, its broadcast to the country, without any end. And once the Arena is over, and a champion is left standing, we are revived, to wait for the Hunger Games to start over once more. For the carnage to begin again. That is the truth."
She wondered if Madoka would even believe her. She hadn't, the other times, over the truth of the Witches. And that had been when they were on their world.
"This place is dangerous for friendship to exist. For the Capitol, its merely something to be used against you and I. But, that can't be helped."
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She wished she could deny the words Homura was saying, but she knew next to nothing of this place. It had seemed nice if only at first glance, but she had not been here long. There was no option but to believe Homura. "That's horrible!" she exclaimed fearfully. "Homura-chan... I'm so sorry... You must suffer terribly..." As she was, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to die over and over again. Would she be joining Homura in the Arena? Her head swam with fear and sympathy.
Madoka hangs her head in shame, as if reluctant to contest Homura, the only one here she knew. "But I don't know. I can't agree with not wanting to make friends, even in a place like this. How could you stand to be alone? It's just too sad..." She pressed her hands to her body to feel more secure.