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 finds herself so very busy with looking at the people in their idiotic get-ups that the sudden sound of a voice next to her startles her a little. Yet, when she looks at the stranger there is no doubt who this man is. That long, blond hair, the gruffy beard, the light blue eyes and an incredible physique. It could not be anyone else but Thor.

“Since when does the son of Odin care about fashion?” She smiles a sharp smile, obviously amused by this sudden turn of events.

[worldsaway]

He raises a brow when she so easily identifies him, but he isn't terribly surprised. He gets it quite a bit, even more so here when his trials and tribulations are broadcast for all to see.

"There is much cause for concern when surrounded with the oddities of it on a daily basis." He just barely scoffs. "You seem to know me quite well, for someone I do not recall having met before."

[guilttrip]

Leah laughs. What a trivial little need. They expect her to kill while they walk around in ridiculous outfits.

“I almost begin to wonder if this is somekind of ridiculous joke.” She shakes her head and starts walking next to him. “I think I even find it amusing.” His other words make her lips curl up into a broader sort of grin.

“We are both familiar with a certain mischievous god who goes by the name of Loki. Therefore I think you stand out like a sore thumb, Thor. Please do not tell me you are involved in the killing arena games as well.”

[worldsaway]

"The amusement comes and goes. Often I find myself frustrated with the absurdity." He's felt that way with increasing frequency, lately. It's been getting dire, but he's more interested in her answer to his question for the moment.

"Loki?" A brow raises. "Should I be wary of you, then?" He gives her a small smile, though it twitches slightly at her own question. "I am. I experienced my first not long ago and we've not long until the second."