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thecapitol2014-08-09 08:12 am
hit_girl_mindy) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-09 08:12 am
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I Know the Pieces Fit
WHO| Mindy, Red Sonja.
WHAT| An attempt to rescue Mindy goes awry.
WHERE| The jailhouse in the Capitol.
WHEN| During the appropriate jailbreak time.
Warnings/Notes| Torture/major violence inflicted on a little kid, this is just going to be RIFE with swear words, blood, police brutality.
Every day seemed like some unimpressive attempt at making her life better, from training to indulging to wheeling and dealing for tributes. The truth was that Mindy simply found the accommodations of living in a virtual prison awful and like clipping her wings.
That was before this.
Time, now, seemed to fade in and out, moving at will. She closed her eyes and didn't know if mere seconds or a few hours passed, and really, it didn't matter. All of it was spent in pain and numbing inactivity. In the first few days, she let that pain take her for a little while, then would wrench herself up and pace about her cell, willing away entropy. She would not be beaten, she told herself, and nor would she say anything of value to these thugs. She had suffered before, been shot and almost murdered. I can take this, she told herself. Every beating would make her stronger, and she forced the jokes, made small talk to herself, sang Tool songs to pass the time, even remembered that one Firefly episode where the Captain (Mal?) was being tortured with his friend and they forced jokes as they were tortured. Mindy, having no friend with her to be tortured, screamed obscenities. She found that Peacekeepers had all the time in the world, however, and were plenty willing to hurt a little girl. Mindy kept strong and took the pain: waterboarding and pained hits to the body that sported bruises that were growing like some ugly fungus, finding ways to reopen wounds she'd thought were finally starting to scab, managing not to break bones and yet still making it feel too much like it had. It was a neat trick, Mindy blearily told herself during one particularly vicious punishing, one she had to learn for herself. Even if she did prefer the real thing.
Then, one day, hits had been delivered to her body, every limb, but her face was spared, something she was wary of, because they had not spared it before. That night, brainding happened, and Mindy screamed every single curse word she could, bit her tongue until it was bleeding with the pain, and kicked and flailed even as the blows came at her. She welcomed them as she had never before, because her face was on fire, a festering eaten ugly wound she could not will away, that was a nightmare of pain that gnawed and reminded her every second that this was the real, the true face of the Capitol, that she was owned now, and for her daring to want to live free, they would make pain she had never dreamed of. She could see in their eyes the wish for her to break, to give names. They would get nothing but her swearing, and it was returned in kind with new vicious beating.
That night, Mindy was bandaged and could find no sleep. She could barely sit up but she was managing, knees drawn up, quiet. Her cheeks blazed, her eyes barely registering. Being brave took a price, and in a flurry of sharp pain and dull throbbing and open wounds, Mindy felt the grip of madness come and go, isolation making her mind wander and pain making every waking moment a struggle not to throw herself against her cell screaming. The pain renewed itself over Mindy but she kept people in her mind. She expected jail breaks to come, eventually. This thought stabilized her.
A little. It went a long way.
WHAT| An attempt to rescue Mindy goes awry.
WHERE| The jailhouse in the Capitol.
WHEN| During the appropriate jailbreak time.
Warnings/Notes| Torture/major violence inflicted on a little kid, this is just going to be RIFE with swear words, blood, police brutality.
Every day seemed like some unimpressive attempt at making her life better, from training to indulging to wheeling and dealing for tributes. The truth was that Mindy simply found the accommodations of living in a virtual prison awful and like clipping her wings.
That was before this.
Time, now, seemed to fade in and out, moving at will. She closed her eyes and didn't know if mere seconds or a few hours passed, and really, it didn't matter. All of it was spent in pain and numbing inactivity. In the first few days, she let that pain take her for a little while, then would wrench herself up and pace about her cell, willing away entropy. She would not be beaten, she told herself, and nor would she say anything of value to these thugs. She had suffered before, been shot and almost murdered. I can take this, she told herself. Every beating would make her stronger, and she forced the jokes, made small talk to herself, sang Tool songs to pass the time, even remembered that one Firefly episode where the Captain (Mal?) was being tortured with his friend and they forced jokes as they were tortured. Mindy, having no friend with her to be tortured, screamed obscenities. She found that Peacekeepers had all the time in the world, however, and were plenty willing to hurt a little girl. Mindy kept strong and took the pain: waterboarding and pained hits to the body that sported bruises that were growing like some ugly fungus, finding ways to reopen wounds she'd thought were finally starting to scab, managing not to break bones and yet still making it feel too much like it had. It was a neat trick, Mindy blearily told herself during one particularly vicious punishing, one she had to learn for herself. Even if she did prefer the real thing.
Then, one day, hits had been delivered to her body, every limb, but her face was spared, something she was wary of, because they had not spared it before. That night, brainding happened, and Mindy screamed every single curse word she could, bit her tongue until it was bleeding with the pain, and kicked and flailed even as the blows came at her. She welcomed them as she had never before, because her face was on fire, a festering eaten ugly wound she could not will away, that was a nightmare of pain that gnawed and reminded her every second that this was the real, the true face of the Capitol, that she was owned now, and for her daring to want to live free, they would make pain she had never dreamed of. She could see in their eyes the wish for her to break, to give names. They would get nothing but her swearing, and it was returned in kind with new vicious beating.
That night, Mindy was bandaged and could find no sleep. She could barely sit up but she was managing, knees drawn up, quiet. Her cheeks blazed, her eyes barely registering. Being brave took a price, and in a flurry of sharp pain and dull throbbing and open wounds, Mindy felt the grip of madness come and go, isolation making her mind wander and pain making every waking moment a struggle not to throw herself against her cell screaming. The pain renewed itself over Mindy but she kept people in her mind. She expected jail breaks to come, eventually. This thought stabilized her.
A little. It went a long way.
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FUCK SHIT DAMN, her mouth was useless now! These assholes had beaten the fuck out of her well enough and the branding made even speaking too hard to do! She had to go, fuck, this was the woman she respected, here in a place where getting out took luck and skill and tech and even then, she knew it could fail.
She's heard the noises, Eponine's cry for Orc, and at that moment, a longing to not fuck this up fueled her.
"You...you gotta go. They killed someone. Don't want you to die. Can't. Fuck."
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Came the reply just before she heard that cry and an alarm go off. Sonja was not going to leave without Mindy, that was for damned sure. The only problem was that she had no way to get her out of there, and the guards would be fast approaching.
The devil's muscles tensed as the feet began to run towards them. She would not give up without causing some form of havoc. Though Sonja was unarmed, she was still more than capable of injuring, perhaps even killing, a few before they were able to capture her.
"I shall not die here. Not today. If I do, then it will be for someone I care for." And she would be damned before she sees another suffer without doing SOMETHING. Her honor and feelings just would not allow it.
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Ugh. Someone said that, and not just anyone but someone she respected and cared about. Why would she even be here, caring about a stupid kid that wanted to train with her? She was, she admitted, even surprised someone would come for her. This meant something to Mindy: a light in the dark, dark abyss she found herself in.
But no time for it. The peacemakers came, and while she wanted to see Sonja cut them down, she remembered Orc. He'd come with best intentions, and they blew him away. All Mindy had to do was catch a glimpse of that red hair, the unshakable woman staring boldly into danger, bringing her stupid crush into warmth she couldn't describe, and know some things mattered more.
"Don't fight them." It was a plea, as much as she could muster. "You shouldn't die. Please."
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But she also knew this was not a possibility for the moment. She knew that the moment she moved was the moment that she would die. Whatever had occurred to set the alarm off had killed any hope of escape. And if there was on thing that the She-a Devil was above all, was a person who knew when to retreat for the moment to fight another day. They did not wish her dead, not yet. If they had, then they would have already killed her and have been done with it.
They wished to keep their trophies alive if possible.
So with a scowl, she raised her arms in surrender. Live to fight another day. Their ruin shall come, Sonja was certain of that. "You are correct...."
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But they swarmed, of course they did, and she knew she'd get a fresh new interrogation, the way they looked at her. Assholes.
"Sorry...."
But she was being muffled, as it seemed a new session with her was coming to be.
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She would not come to for a few more hours.
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Why her? There were so many people captured, and Sonja didn't owe her anything. Sure, she helped her fight a few times, and Mindy offered to go out for drinks with her whenever she wanted, but otherwise? She could have stayed in her room and cooled her heels.
Could she?
No. She knew that, without even thinking about it, that she'd never let a capture like that go unanswered. If it had been Sonja captured, she'd have done the same, easily. For right now, there was nothing to do but wait. She hated, more than anything, these bullshit forcefields right now. There was no chance to touch, and Mindy felt nothing but the hard floor and pain. For once, human touch would have eased her mind.
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This prison was more a humiliation than anything else. No, she did not enjoy it one bit, she did not like being held captive, or the pain she felt for her body. But she was strong, she had to appear strong. To appear human.
It was both necessary and needed in the presence of the girl she was with.
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All the more reason for respect. Mindy was pained, parched, beaten up, but she was not dead, and a reminder revived her a little bit.
"You were brave, to come here by yourself. You have balls. I'm just sorry they fucked up your face like mine."
And she meant it.
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"They do not wish us dead yet. It would ruin their game."
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"Hey, hey! Be careful, you could totally fuck up your face even more! I mean, its still fresh!"
She said she had balls? Fuck that, her vag must have been pure molten STEEL to start picking at a new burn like that. She was both horrified and awed.
"No, I know that. They want information, and we're an example or whatever. They lose one of their own, so...yeah. Why did you come for me?"
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"Far better than to be branded like cattle."
That was her reasoning. They were people, and people should not be treated as such. Granted that she probably would not condone Mindy to doing the same.
"A young lady such as yourself should not be forced to endure such atrocities." No one should, it was something that Sonja knew all to well.
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"Look, it sucks, but don't pick apart your face, all right? You might make it worse, and that would suck."
So that was why. All right.
"I've been through bad shit," she said quietly. "It's awful, but I can take it. I don't like you being here dealing with my shit. You should be, you know, preparing for the next arena."
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"Then there should be no need for you to go through anything worse." Really, she didn't want to see that. "However, I can do nothing when knowledge of an injustice has occurred."
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"I'm still in this world," Mindy reminded her. "You might not want me to go through anymore horrible shit, but the Capitol never really cared about having kids suffer, right? You know about the Games' history. I guess its why its fitting I'm here. At least you're not dead. Someone else, they weren't so lucky."
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"In the meantime, why do you not excel isle your body?"
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"Why don't I...what my body?"
That be a typo
"Exercise, why not exercise?"
Re: That be a typo
"Well, the first few days I did, because, shit, what else do you have left to do in all that time? But then they start beating you, over and over, and they get more pissed off when you don't give them the answers you want, so it goes on longer. After that, well, its all about making sure you don't split your already scabbing skin, see?"