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thecapitol2014-04-26 02:09 pm
acroodawakening) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-26 02:09 pm
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Penny in the air
Who | Closed to Guy and Bunny
What | Bunny runs into Guy freaking out a little bit
When | After the mini-arena and he and Azula's fight, before his expose is out
Where | The park where he met Bunny in the Capitol
Notes/Warnings | Nothing yet.
Every day that passed without retaliation was more torture than comfort. He hoped he'd escaped notice, he hoped desperately that he was considered so small and unimportant that Penny wouldn't even remember him, but he had the niggling feeling that wasn't the case.
The cruelty here was too pointless, the people too vindictive.
They enjoyed the suffering of others and he'd presented a prime opportunity for her to decide to target him.
There was at least a chance she was occupied with bigger things, bigger targets to rain suffering onto, but if she was that busy and distant, why had she responded to his post about jokes at all? She'd been prying in, perhaps hoping to antagonize a reaction out of him with her terribleness and he'd walked right into it.
It wasn't that preposterous to see it as a trap that had been set rather than a stumble she would choose ignore.
But he couldn't tell his friends - or perhaps it was more that he just didn't want to. If he was worrying for nothing, he'd feel stupid later for alarming them. If it wasn't for nothing, he didn't want to the rest of his time with them to be marked by despair, especially if he was going to die. He also didn't want to think about the fact that he might not be the one that suffered for his mistake.
So he'd kept it all bottled in, but that wasn't working anymore. As the days went on and the tension grew, he felt more and more caged. It was starting to bubble out of him now, looking for some avenue of escape, some vent it could explode out of.
That was why he was hiding in the bushes in the park, sniffling, and trying to get his fear under control so he could keep going about his life.
What | Bunny runs into Guy freaking out a little bit
When | After the mini-arena and he and Azula's fight, before his expose is out
Where | The park where he met Bunny in the Capitol
Notes/Warnings | Nothing yet.
Every day that passed without retaliation was more torture than comfort. He hoped he'd escaped notice, he hoped desperately that he was considered so small and unimportant that Penny wouldn't even remember him, but he had the niggling feeling that wasn't the case.
The cruelty here was too pointless, the people too vindictive.
They enjoyed the suffering of others and he'd presented a prime opportunity for her to decide to target him.
There was at least a chance she was occupied with bigger things, bigger targets to rain suffering onto, but if she was that busy and distant, why had she responded to his post about jokes at all? She'd been prying in, perhaps hoping to antagonize a reaction out of him with her terribleness and he'd walked right into it.
It wasn't that preposterous to see it as a trap that had been set rather than a stumble she would choose ignore.
But he couldn't tell his friends - or perhaps it was more that he just didn't want to. If he was worrying for nothing, he'd feel stupid later for alarming them. If it wasn't for nothing, he didn't want to the rest of his time with them to be marked by despair, especially if he was going to die. He also didn't want to think about the fact that he might not be the one that suffered for his mistake.
So he'd kept it all bottled in, but that wasn't working anymore. As the days went on and the tension grew, he felt more and more caged. It was starting to bubble out of him now, looking for some avenue of escape, some vent it could explode out of.
That was why he was hiding in the bushes in the park, sniffling, and trying to get his fear under control so he could keep going about his life.
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So the bush Guy was hiding in was pretty well known to him, and to his knowledge it didn't generally sniffle. Or smell like a caveman.
He could think of plenty of reasons Guy might have for being upset enough to cry, and no good ones to leave him alone while he did. This wasn't a good place to leave people alone with their fear.
"Oi."
Actually consoling humans in a state of hopelessness was not something he did often, but hey, he was going to try. He pushed a branch aside, looking for Guy.
"Who're you hidin' from?"
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"What, me? Nobody, I'm not hiding from anybody."
No one in particular, at least. Just hiding. Though judging from the burn scars visible on his skin, on his arm and cheek - that hadn't been there before - it looked like he had at least one particular person he ought to avoid.
"I'm fine," he said in a squeaky voice that seemed to be having having trouble deciding what pitch it wanted to be. "Just, ah, taking in the fresh air. You know how it is. You're going about your day and all of a sudden, you just realize what you need right then is some time relaxing in a bush. Yeah. Back home we call it, ah, bushnapping. Because you nap."
He gestured with his hands around the space he was hiding in. "Within the general confines of a bush."
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He would have joked more, but those burns were serious. "Who did that?"
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He looked up.
"Bad blood. She never really forgave me for poisoning her in the arena where the mentors were thrown in. I never really forgave her for the reason I poisoned her."
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It's one thing that these people are having to hurt each other in the Games. Bunny hasn't judged them for it yet. They're mortals, doing what they feel they need to survive - and he hasn't been in an arena yet. He doesn't know how the Capitol motivates people to kill, but they must do it somehow.
"She's not even a tribute anymore, and she's still comin' after ya?"
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He rubbed at the burns on his arm awkwardly, not looking Bunny in the eyes.
"Then I went after her again and poisoned her that time. She got blown up by something else but she was dying anyway, thanks to me. She didn't like that - she thinks she's so superior."
Pressing his lips together for a moment, he finally caught Bunny's eyes and his face softened. "She maimed a little girl, Mindy, and left her to die. She was in agony when I found her and when I offered - when I offered to end it, she took me up on it. If she hadn't, I would have - I would have just stayed with her..."
He looked away again.
"Azula didn't like that I went after her for that. That I hated her for thinking it was funny." He jutted out his jaw slightly. "I hate what she is and she hates that I call her out for being what she is - even though she always comes to torment me first."
His voice went very bitter and sarcastic.
"I guess you could say we have some irreconcilable differences."
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He listened silently through the rest of Guy's explanation, and the silence went on a moment longer as he processed it.
It was the dangerous sort of silence of one who was used to moving in secret and casting his own judgement.
"I can help you with those," he said, gesturing to Guy's burns. "Hang on a tic."
He bounded off, grumbling at his slowness as he made his rounds around the ornamental park, fast for a mortal giant rabbit (if there had been any of those), but nearly unbearably slow compared to how fast he should have been able to go.
He returned to Guy with a pawfull of greenery and two stones, one large and flat, one small and comfortably fitted in the palm of his paw.
"Not what I'd use at home, but they should be similar enough," he grunted, as he sorted the plants out and began grinding a few. "This Azula. She likely to be around the training center much?"
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He watched him bound off and then come back, eyeing what he was doing - and what kind of plant it was - curiously.
"Oh yeah, she's a mentor," he said in answer to his question. "I bit her arm - and drew blood - so she might not want to come near me again for a while, but she has more freedom than we do, at least."
He went quiet for a moment and then voiced the thing that he was afraid to say near everyone.
"But it might not matter anyway, at least for me. This happened because she came to crow about a mistake I made and we fought. But...but it was a really bad mistake."
His tone of voice went a little strange as he said it.
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"Local stuff," he said, pointing out a serrated leaf. "Most of it's pretty distinct but watch out for another that looks like this one. See the green veins? If its got white veins, leave it be. Hold still now."
He reached out to dab some of the plant paste on Guy's burns. Gruff as his tone and expression were, his touch was very light and careful.
"What mistake is that?" he asked, his tone oddly light, though his expression remained flat and grim.
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"I made someone mad," he said in a strange tone. "I thought they were just a stylist or a mentor or something and they weren't. They were someone it was very, very bad to make mad. And I'm hoping she just ignores it and forgets it but I don't know if she will or not and it's been hanging over my head. Just dangling there ready to drop."
The crying hadn't been sadness so much as panic.
"I'm used to being able to run or fight." He gestured with his free hand. "I - I - I just have all this fear all the time and there's nowhere for it to go, you know?"
His fight or flight response got all worked up and then he couldn't do what he needed to do to calm it down and move past it. There was nowhere to run to and no one he could fight.