What's a young princess to do?

[bunnybrat]

WHO| Chibi-Usa and anyone that comes across her
WHAT| Our pink-haired girl is coming to terms with everything
WHEN| 01- August
WHERE| D7’s floor, the Training Centre, and the Shopping districts
WARNINGS| None


District Seven’s Level

After being told she had been brought here to fight to the death for ‘glorious Panem’, given her communicator and credit card, in a daze Chibi-Usa allowed herself to be directed back to her districts floor and to her room. Once there she slept for the rest of the day willing herself not to cry through most of it.

The next morning she wakes with a start, at first thinking it had all a bad dream, rubbing at her eyes her first thought was to tell her Mama. After all she had just gotten home from staying with Usagi. As she starts to climb out of her bed she thinks maybe that dream meant Usagi needed her again?

It’s then she wakes up properly and looks around the room realising that she really had been kidnapped to another world.

What if she wasn't the only one they brought here?

“Usagi!?” she shouts as she comes running out of the room.

Training Centre

After talking to the people on her floor, Chibi-Usa comes to the training floor to look at it. She really doesn’t like what she sees, just so many weapons and people using them on each other. At least it didn’t look like they were trying to kill each other right now.

To say she was looking wide-eyed and befuddled would be an understatement, after wandering around she sits down on a bench, bringing her legs to her knees and sighing deeply.

“How am I supposed to help everyone here?” She hugs her legs tighter. “Puu, I really wish you were here right now. I even miss Usagi.”

Shopping Districts

Trying to get everything out of her mind, Chibi-Usa takes some time wandering the shopping district looking at a great many things but not actually trying to buy anything. There were so many crazy outfits, and strange things to have she was actually feeling a little overwhelmed at it all.

Where are all the normal clothes?

She soon finds herself standing in front of a window with a dress in the window that looks more like some crazy kind of mix of a pink marshmallow and a rice ball that was covered in glitter. She’s spending a lot of time wondering if it’s something to wear or some joke costume that could be edible.

Comments

[worldsaway]

The training center has been a welcome place of distraction for Thor as of late. His feelings are similar to Chibusa's, in a sense, he can't help anyone here. No matter how he tries, he's constantly reminded of the oppressive nature of the leaders here and the risk it would create to rebel. So he trains, a lot. He's currently working on a punching bag when he pulls back from a break, surprised to see that puff of pink hair curled up on a bench nearby.

Another child. He grimaces, but he approached her all the same and sat beside her on the bench with his arms draped over his knees.

"Are you lost, little one?" His voice is deep enough that it would boom if he wanted it to, but he keeps it to a low rumble.

[bunnybrat]

When he sits next to her and speaks, Chibi-Usa starts to look up then stares. Papa, and Mamo-chan were tall and amazing, but this man, he was certainly something alright.

"Oh. Um." She starts, she was in a world she didn't know, and didn't know how to get back to with any number of people worrying about her. But she still knew where she was in this particular world?

"No, I just wanted to see what was here, and..." She almost starts to pull into a ball. "I don't like this."

[worldsaway]

Thor is certainly something when he stands next to most people, when he sits next to a girl as tiny as Chibi-Usa he kind of looks like an elephant enjoying the company of a mouse.

It's difficult to find the words he wants here. He wants to tell her she doesn't need to be afraid, but he can't rightly do that when he knows it's important to be wary.

"What you see here are warriors." He says with a sage nod. "A large number of whom aspire to serve and protect the innocent such as yourself. I will not lie and say you need not be scared, but I can promise you that you will not be alone. Not where there are people with good hearts and courage."

[bunnybrat]

"Warriors" she repeats quietly as she looks at the others who are training. To her it's an important word, after all she was a sailor-suited warrior in her own right. Thor's certainly help her feel a little less hopeless, which is only cultivated further when he tells her not only will she won't be alone but that there are people with good hearts.

That's why she and the others fought. for people with good in their hearts so they'd never be alone. She looks up at him and gives him a small cautious smile.

"I'll really not be alone?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy's hard at work, surprising no one. She's run the obstacle course a few times, been training with several of the dummies and finally managed to squeeze in some well deserved swimming time. For the time being, she was tranquil, happy in being busy and still planning plans in her head. She felt like she was getting stronger too, because her body was aching more than usual.

This stopped, though, when she saw something more than a little startling in the room with her. It was a kid: NOT someone like Clementine or Sandy or Pruna, but a little kid who looked like she had no business being here. Even she knew the difference.

How do you even approach someone like that?

"Hey kid," she said, looking at her sideways. "This is the training room. Might want to make yourself useful, if you get my drift."

[bunnybrat]

Chibi-Usa's head comes up as she's called out too, unintentionally looking gormless as she does.

"Oh. I... Don't know what to do." Once when she was four she shot Usagi with a water pistol, that's pretty much as close as she's gotten to using a weapon that didn't require to to shout something to make it work... When it actually worked.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Normally, Mindy would be fine with kids being in this thing: hell, they'd done it before, and even if they weren't at their best, you could see where the potential to fight was. This kid...what the fuck was the point of this kid being here.

"Well," she said, taking a breath, "you could start by finding out which weapon suits you best. How old are you anyway?"

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She's been in the kitchen this morning, pouring over the selections in the refrigerator and contemplating something sweet for a change. A box of chocolate covered strawberries had made its way in there in the last few days since the arena and she had one held in her teeth when a girl started calling for someone. Usagi?

She popped her head out of kitchen, a bizarre picture of grey and black with a leafy end of a strawberry obscuring her mouth. She bit into it, pulled the end free and stared. She was used to strange hair colors, the capitol thrived with them, but that pink was unlike anything she had seen.

"Oh...Oh I'm sorry, they probably aren't here." She ducks back into the kitchen to grab the strawberries and comes closer. Wrigglers. More young ones who don't need to be here, especially humans. Fragile as adults, even more so as wrigglers. With certain exceptions, but this small one didn't seem like a fighter.

"You must be new. I'm sorry this happened but trust me when I say you probably don't want them here. It's worse to see ones you care about get hurt."

[bunnybrat]

On seeing the head come out from the kitchen, Chibi-Usa tries to stop, which she manages to do by skidding sharply and landing on her behind, and in the confusion in her little pink head, confuses the woman for someone else at first.

"Koan?!" With a better look when she comes back out again she realises she's wrong, her hairstyle was almost similar, but her hair wasn't done up in buns like she first thought, but horns, also she was grey.

"But Usagi can-!" Transform? Here? Chibi-Usa woke up with her own Brooch being missing from the start, told she would not get it back. If it happened to her, of course it would happen to Usagi. "Can... Help." She finished sounding kind of defeated.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"I'm sorry, not Koan."

The sudden delation made it obvious that it's another case of mistaken identity but it still felt reasonable to respond. She settles into a crouch, holding out the strawberries like a peace offering.

"Unless she is part of this place, I don't think she can. I don't mean to upset you, but there really is little we can do. It would help to just...try to adapt. Adjust. Learn to fight"

D7

[ruffntumblenut]

It was not Usagi who greeted her, but there were some familiarities at least.

For one the girl was a blond teenager who had her hair braided elaborately in chains that hung off her head.

For another she was eating everything in arms reach.

The table she sat at was weighed down by every kind of food imaginable, from more traditional omelets and bagels to elaborate cakes and pastries. Fresh fruit sliced and arranged into flower shapes sat as an edible arrangement in the center, more like a bouquet then a side dish.

The girl in question was dipping sausages in various sauces spread out in front of her apparently experimenting with how they tasted. She had a large glass of juice next to her currently being refilled by one of the silent servants that lingered around nearby.

"Huh?" She glanced up from her meat at the girls cry.

[bunnybrat]

Sliding to a stop, all Chibi-Usa could do was stare at the girl casually eating meats. She suddenly isn't sure if she's over-reacting to the whole kidnapping thing, or this girl is drastically under-reacting.

"Do you know someone called Usagi?"

She sounds both worried and hopeful that Usagi could be here.

[ruffntumblenut]

"Nope."

Consider that hope crushed as Ruffnut shoves another forkful of meat into her mouth, chewing and adding without swallowing.

"Lots of free food though if you want." She gestured to the rest of the table.

shopping because idek

[aintyourdad]

"They do got some weird notions of fashion here," Joel comments quietly as he pauses next to the girl outside the window. Then again, with that hair, she looks like she could fit right in.

Joel, on the other hand, kind of sticks out like a sore thumb in his faded jeans, flannel shirt and scraggly beard that not even Jolie has managed to touch yet. The bag on his arm has a bunch of comic books in it, and he looks pretty relaxed, at least on the surface - but a closer inspection might reveal that his shoulders and jaw are tight, and he's actually on high alert, nervous in the crowds of the shopping center.

Joel is a man with a passion for fashion

[bunnybrat]

Chibi-Usa looks up at him through the glass as he speaks. She looks back at the dress because nodding in agreement with him.

"It looks like a bad guys outfit from an anime."

Turning around putting her hands behind her she looks at the man properly, while she does get a nervous vibe off him she thinks it's more the place as a whole more than just being edgy about the crowds. Then she notices the bag of comics.

"Are those comics?"

While the covers to make Chibi-Usa think of comics, she's used to how they are in Japan, printed in phone-book thick monthly tomes of various chapters of different stories. Mostly because they're cheaper than getting the volumes and Usagi always wastes her pocket money on them.

such fashion so opinion wow

[aintyourdad]

Joel doesn't really know what anime is, except it sounds like a fancy term for a cartoon. But he gets the sentiment, and sniffs a little in agreement.

"Uh, yeah. Just gettin' some for a friend who likes 'em," he says, glancing down. It's a variety - he never quite knows what Ellie will like, except he knows she likes the ones in space, with aliens. So he tends to get a lot of those. Sometimes he'll vary it up, though, with a superhero or a fantasy or time travel one.

Shopping

[futilecycle]

Sigma had made a point of going out in public more often since he had revealed his 'allegiances'. After all, how was one to fake that they allied with the Capitol if one never left their room? Though he hated crowds and open spaces made him anxious, Dr. Klim forces himself to window shop, strolling and paying little attention to the garments he's supposed to be inspecting. His thoughts are occupied with far graver subjects than fashion...

It isn't until he comes across another Tribute that Sigma snaps from his reverie. He recognizes this girl; she was one of the poor young souls assigned to his district when he had arrived here. On a day he'd fallen ill with shock, she'd brought him medicine to assure he didn't have a heart attack... Later, he would force an Avox to write down her name, hoping to get a chance to thank her. He never saw her again.

Until now. The Doctor rushes forward, hoping not to frighten her. He knew well of the existence of other universes (and the possibility of being pulled from a different one), and there was a chance that the recognition would not be mutual. "Please excuse me. Would you happen to be one named 'Usagi Tsukino?'" He wonders if he should add do you remember me? to the end of that sentence, but holds his tongue. He was not particular proud of the fact that he had scared the poor child to death.

[bunnybrat]

When Chibi-Usa sees the man coming up to her so fast, she takes a step back on instinct, pulling her hands up to her chest nervously. Her look of surprise at him asking her name is obvious, though she can't help but wonder if somone has pointed her out to him.

After all how many Usagi Tsukino's are out there with pink hair styled like hers?

"Uh. I'm Usagi Tsukino. Is there something I can do for you?"

[futilecycle]

Sigma opens his mouth to speak before thinking better of it. Ah, so this wasn't the same girl who had found him half-dead with shock and had been equally startled. But she was very likely the same person, and Sigma feels gratitude nonetheless. He clears his throat and takes a step back, reading her nervousness.

"Forgive me. My name is Zero. There was once a kind young girl by your name who lived in the same District quarters as I do. She once did me a great favour, one I never had the opportunity to repay. You are new here, isn't that right?" He hopes it will be a sufficient explanation to clear away any misunderstandings.

[bringinghopewithme]

The training center is not Bunny's favorite place he's ever been, but neither is this whole world. Anyway, he needs a place to hide out after a long morning of doing fairly useless things (mostly defiantly digging holes in well-manicured Capitol property), and at least the training center gives him room to stay active.

But the activity allowed in this space, the activity he's capable of in this limited, mortal form, is still boring compared to what he should be able to do. The weapons provided are meager, dull things, compared to what he could make if he had his magic with him.

So he's still bored as he whips a nonmagical boomerang back and forth. Mortal weapons, and useless acts that aren't even real defiance. Look what he's been reduced to.

The child, he started keeping an eye on when he entered, and the longer she sat there, the longer and harder his blood boiled. She was new. She couldn't be more than 8. And she was a tribute, and there was nothing he'd found yet he could do about it.

When she speaks, its to herself, but of all the things they've taken from him here, they haven't taken his hearing.

"Couldn't help but overhear, but I'm guessing you mean a different Usagi," he says, long ears twitching as he looks at the little girl, concern for her overruling his anger at her being there at all.

[bunnybrat]

When she looks up to look at the person looking at her, her eyes flutter for a moment as she realises she's looking at a big, big bunny.

"Tall."

Is all she can say as she feels like she has to keep looking up to see his face. Then she remembers herself and shakes her head.

"Yes, she's my. My cousin." She pauses. "It's my name too."

[bringinghopewithme]

The tallness is easy enough to mitigate. Bunny's more comfortable crouching than standing upright anyway, and he drops down to scratch behind his ear with a hind leg, remaining in the crouch in a much more naturally-rabbit pose to speak to the little girl.

When he responds, it's in perfect - though heavily accented - Japanese. The Capitol has taken away their need to use multiple languages, but he doesn't need or want that gift.

"What a coincidence. So's mine." At least, his title means the same thing. "How are you holding up, Usagi-san?"

training range

[dividedgirlofmine]

Susannah's been at the archery range, firing arrow after arrow at targets she's been imagining are President Snow. She hasn't quite beat the record listed on the wall--that one still belongs to Katniss--but she's closing in on it, which makes her happy.

She notices the little pink-haired girl as she's hanging her bow on the rack and kneels down to talk to her. "How did you get down here?" she asks. "This part's supposed to be off-limits to citizens."

Because a little girl with pink hair has to be from the Capitol, right? She's younger than any of the other child tributes, even Clementine or Pruna.

(You might notice, Chibi Usa, that the lady kneeling down to talk to you has prosthetic legs from the knee down. Pretty ones with flowers, but they are definitely prosthetics.)

Re: training range

[bunnybrat]

When she's spoken too, Chibi-Usa looks at her with a look of confusion.

"I'm not a citizen. I was told I'm a tribute? I got here with the elevator." She uncurls herself to point in the direction of the elevator. Turning back she can't help but look at the woman, she knows it's rude to stare at people when they have fake limbs so she glances carefully before looking back up at her, she's curious about what happened but isn't at all going to ask about it.

Re: training range

[dividedgirlofmine]

Oh, Susannah would tell her about it if she asked. But right now she's too busy frowning. "But you're-- you can't be older than eight years old!" Even the old games wouldn't reap children under the age of eleven and she's fairly certain that none of the other child tributes had been younger than that age. And... while she hadn't been exactly okay with that, she'd accepted that as a fact of life in Panem.

(After all, Jake had been eleven and he'd been as much a part of their ka-tet as any of them.)

But this? Eight years old and in a murder game was not okay at all.

She takes a deep breath and tries to smile reassuringly at the little girl, although she doesn't feel like the smile comes out right. "I'm sorry they brought you here. I'm a tribute too. My name is Susannah."