Well, thats a first! [open]

[guilttrip]

Who| Leah, you and everyone
What| Walking around, listening, walking around some more, meeting people
Where| The shopping district / District 5 lounge
When| Right now
Warnings/Notes| N/A

The shopping district
The words were still whirling inside Leah's mind. A part of her thought this was somekind of joke with a bad punchline, another part of her wanted to retaliate and a little part of her would not mind to kill off whoever in somekind of arena. With a tiny communicator in her hands she walks through the shopping district, sometimes stopping to peer into the shop windows, sometimes raising an eyebrow one one of those outrageously dressed people passed her.

Really, why would these Midgardians go and shave their heads to paint it golden? Perhaps it is just one of those many questions Leah cannot answer directly. Just like it is not quite common to be fond of watching how people slaughter eachother in an arena either.

Still, the initial confusion does not show on her face. The look remains absolutely neutral and when she walks it isn't the walk of someone unfamiliar with their environment. To look like a bumbling fool would be admitting to weakness and for some reason Leah figures that it isn't wise to look weak right on the spot.

District 5 lounge
The first thing she realizes is that there is something painfully ironic about calling those heavily armored men with those obvious weapons 'peacekeepers'. It does imply that they are definitely needed to keep the peace around here. After she has identified herself and announced herself to belong to a part called 'District 5' she gains entrance to the place where her room is located.

There are other people present. Some look at her, some don't and she cannot really find herself to care. Not yet, she still has to find out how to play this game the best. And she still has to find out who are fitting enough to be able to play such a game with her. After all, there must be so much more than just banal slaughter and cheering crowds...

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[guilttrip]

Leah hadn't looked at the tribute lists yet and perhaps she should've done that before heading out here. The entire plot of her game would be her being ahead of him. Always that one step. So when she hears his voice behind her she stiffens a little yet she does not turn.

There is a bit of a grin around her lips but nothing more than that.

"Loki."

[onedirectiony]

Loki could think of a list of at least one-hundred people he'd rather see than Leah. The last time they had spoken (if you even wanted to call what happened a conversation) had been an entirely unpleasant series of him confronting the things he had recently done. Was the Capitol pushing him? He had a hard time believing they would, considering his latest performance was pretty good for someone new to it.

"When did you...arrive?" it sounded so informal, and even a little awkward (strange for him, really). Where else was there for them to start, though?

[guilttrip]

Leah has turned to him fully now, eyes cold. There is a ridiculous amount of anger inside of her and yet, there is also a certain sort of relief. At least he is here, at least she can make him pay for the things he has never acknowledged.

“Loki, I would’ve expected you to be more happy to see me,” she finally says. “After all, it has been such a long time, and we are bff’s.”

Then she smiles at him. A mock warm smile while her eyes look as if she would kill him right on the spot.

[onedirectiony]

"It hasn't been that long," Loki admitted. It had been pretty recently that he had seen her (at least her face). He had put effort into making sure that he wouldn't see her again. Sot it definitely made him really unhappy to see her there. "Not sure why you thought that I'd be happy, Leah. Neither of us are the same people that we were when we...were BFFs."

Yeah, he definitely doesn't consider her anything close to a friend right now.

[guilttrip]

“Past tense has a good ring to it, yes. Yet, I have always been what I am, it is you who has changed.” The look on her face is sharp, eyes narrowed a little and if looks could kill Loki would be dead. At least twice. “And not in a good way, I am afraid.”

She nudges him hard in the side.

“It is a shame you are not happy with my presence. I am rather pleased to see you, Loki.” Yet, his answer makes her wonder what he knows. If he knows.

[onedirectiony]

"Of course I've changed, Leah. You can't stagnate when you live among Midgardians." She was making him feel uncomfortable, and he could count on one hand the amount of times that has happened in his thousands of years. He shrugged his shoulders dramatically, bringing his entire upper body into the motion. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"I don't know what it is with people and their enjoyment for lying to me. I'm not sure how stupid you think I am, but I know better than to think for a single second you'd be pleased to see me," he said. He knew how he had made her feel, and he knew that he had made her the way she is.