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♓ Feferi Peixes // cuttlefishCuller ([personal profile] fintastic) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-09-22 08:00 pm

[open] when you got nowhere left to go

Who| Feferi and you
What| Feferi is hanging around the training center after her death, trying to distract herself by cheering other people up.
Where| Training Center, all around
When| end of Week 4/beginning of Week 5
Warnings/Notes| possible talk of death, violence, and mutilation in subthreads

It stings, losing. Feferi wasn't really prepared to lose. She's a troll, she should have had the upper edge, even without her powers. But she let guard down, and in the end, that was her undoing. It's not the memory of all the pain, the daily paranoia that someone might be lurking around the corner. It's that she knows she can't protect Sollux any more than she already has, and that hurts more than any broken bone ever could. She just wanted one of them to come out on top, to take away some of the worry.

She takes to the common areas of the training center, trying to find some of her fellow tributes who are lurking around, trying to find the ones who look like they're in need of a cheering up, even even some of the ones who aren't. There's no sense in moping. She's still upset, but she knows it will pass soon enough. She reassures her that in time, she'll see her nearly five weeks in the arena as a success. For her first time, she did pretty well-- or so she'll think when the initial bite passes.

Vaguely, she's aware that the power outage in the Capitol wasn't any more pleasant than it was in the arena, but she can't let that stop her. Others might need a cheering up even more in light of all the action. She'll walk up to anyone, flagging down her friends, and introducing herself to strangers with a big smile and a perk of her fins and a friendly-sounding "Hi there!"
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-01 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Didn't you clock on to the fact that he looks just like me? We're both blond, wear glasses and we're both incredibly goddamn buff. Or what, do all humans look the same to you? Is that what this is? I expected better from you, Feferi." He fixes a flat look on her, which isn't hard thanks to his beloved shades.

"Whatever, the big man is intimidating. Clearly we're all no worse for these shenanigans, though." He shrugs his shoulders and steps out when the elevator finally comes to a stop. "Ever had a smoothie before?"
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-03 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
There's a tiny part of Dave that protests the fact that he doesn't look like Bro. If only because for the longest time all he ever wanted was to be just like him. The urge has mostly ebbed away by now, but there's insecurity under his piddly jokes.

"Right, because all you bushy, grey and pointy jerks are so easy to differentiate. Don't even get me started on your ancestors and double-dog-dancestors. My puppies here are special." He jibes right back, rubbing the baby abs on his stomach through his shirt in a way that could be conveyed as proud. "I dunno. Does cool-fruity-moobeast liquid sound familiar? It's sort of like that, but better." He nods knowingly, clearly already leading her toward the alleged smoothie place.