I've never seen a place quite like this
What: The Viking girl explores this strange new world.
Where: District 7 Suite, The Training Center, a bar in the Capitol.
When: After week three of the arena.
Warnings: Some violence, cussing who knows what else? We'll see when we get there.
The District 7 suite
Ruffnut didn't know what to make of the place she had woken up. Everything was so smooth and soft!
Running her hand along the walls there was no bumps or grooves like in a wood house, and when she gazed out the window she nearly cried out in shock at the world spread out below her!
Everything was so shiny and bright! She squinted her eyes shielding them as she backed away from the sun glinting off the city below.
Of course some things took precedent, starting with food. Leaving the room cautiously she held a lamp firmly in hand as a makeshift club and tip toed into the common area. All too quickly she was distracted by the mountain of fruits, pastries and other assorted finger foods set out in the dining area for tributes to snack on at their leisure.
Seated at the table she proceeded to scarf down anything within arms reach, moaning in a vulgar manner at how flavorful and sweet some of it was.
This was nothing like the salty meat and cabbages of Berk. This even surpassed her favorite snack of smoked eel.
It wasn't until her second plate that she slowed down to look around the room and wonder what lay beyond those other doors.
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The Training Center commons.
Ruffnut was not at all pleased to be met in the common area by some reporters who had been here reporting on another tribute only to see a chance to interview one of the newest additions to District seven.
"What do you think of the Capitol?" The woman asked looming over Ruffnut in ridiculous heels and with lips that resembled two fat worms trying to wrestle each other into a smile.
"I uh..." Came her baffled response.
"Do you regret not lasting longer in the arena?"
That earned the woman a sour look as Ruffnut snapped from confusion to embarrassment.
"Will you be seeking revenge in the next arena?"
Unfortunately like Kevin, the reporter was too smart for that and scurried after the blond girl chasing her around the commons area.
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The Trap Door Bar.
Having wandered the city for hours Ruffnut seemed to have gotten herself properly lost.
If she could have found something she recognized she might be able to retrace her steps, but for the time being it all seemed so new and clean that she was starting to long for the arena. At least things were properly filthy there.
Even she herself felt too clean. Her hair was shiny and not oily the way she liked it. Her clothes were soft and breathable instead of leather and fur, and worst of all? They'd completely removed her body hair. Nothing left but what was on her head! She had ranted loudly about that when she was finally introduced to her stylist. Didn't he know how important body hair was? She was sure she was going to freeze to death that night.
Drawn through a door covered in stickers she found her way into a bar where the band was playing something heavy on the drums and as rough and subversive as was allowed in the capitol. The band were dressed in primal fashion with face paint and fluffy boots and on the drum set the name "Sabertooth Cavemen." was displayed...not that Ruffnut could read it.
Sitting at the bar she thumped the wood and tried to ignore everyone starring at her. "Drink!" She demanded as the bartender himself gave her a fish eye stare.
Finally there was a tall glass of something amber colored in front of her and Ruffnut all too happily drank deeply. The face she pulled indicated it was nothing like the drinks she was expecting...but she took another drink anyway.
This world was so different then the one she knew. In a way it was great because that gave her so much to explore.
In another way she was absolutely overwhelmed by everything she saw and heard coming at her from all sides.
And if one more person asked her about being eaten alive she was ready to start throwing things.

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Rather then standing up Ruffnut responded by throwing half a mug of beer into Mindy's face and following it up with a headbutt. The rush of pain from skulls connecting always sent a wave of euphoria through the viking girl leaving her feeling wired.
This was what she should have been doing all along. Being separated from her brother had thrown her off. But she was finding herself again.
The bartender called the peacekeepers. They would have less then five minutes to settle this before they were hauled away.
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She had to admit, it hurt, but as it turned out, the little girl had a harder head than the viking would have anticipated. What was more, taking the hit gave her enough time to get close enough to land a hard upper right punch to the throat.
Mindy was having a bad, BAD week. This was making it a lot better.
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Wheezing the blond girl was wide open as she took a moment to struggle to her feet. Some of the crowd was screaming and fleeing...some were cheering them on.
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If they wanted a fight? They would get one. It hadn't been long since her last one: you could even see some of the faded cuts on her top right temple.
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Managing to get a hand on Mindy's face to blind her Ruffnut could only see out of one eye now as the other began to swell. Boney knees jabbed at Mindy while the duo tumbled and rolled around the room knocking over a table of drinks.
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"Say it. You know you have to."
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The door to the bar was kicked open as men in white full body armor arrived. Peacekeepers! But Ruffnut wasn't distracted and in her winded and weak state she grabbed a fistful of hair to yank Mindy's head before slamming a fist into the side of her head.
"BACK OFF!" She hissed as the peacekeepers aimed their tasers.
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Of course the peacekeepers came. Mindy held up a hand to let them know they were dealing. After all, they didn't plan to KILL each other, just have a nice, clean bar fight.
Which she would win, damn it.
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It was like flipping a switch. The gangly girl dropped to the floor and began seizing and twitching wildly. Her muscles were firing in all different directions at the same time leaving her completely incapacitated.
And thus would end Ruffnut's first day among modern society. Twitching on the floor of a gay bar with a broken nose, a black eye and a tiny sense of accomplishment.
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"It's just a bar fight," she muttered, glaring at the bartender. "We weren't trying to kill each other, just beat each other up!"
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"Bar fights break furniture. And furniture costs money. If you wanna break bones and draw blood do it somewhere else."