thecapitol | [OPEN] Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades, oh no....

Who| Mister Scratch and YOU.
What| There's a new guy in town. He's going SHOPPING.
Where| Every clothing and accessory shop in the Capitol.
When| After the Arena.
Warnings| Language, crude talk, and a creepy serial killer.

It's always a pretty sudden thing, isn't it? When out of nowhere, there's a new body in the district, a new face trying to adjust to the cruel reality that they have been thrown into. Some people hide. Cry. Try to pretend that none of it is going to happen to them, not really.

...And then there's this asshole.

A tall, dark figure is roaming through town, through every single shop - trying on and buying every pair of sunglasses that he likes (and some he doesn't), leaving a bunch of very confused shop clerks in his wake. A pair of glasses for every occasion, every outfit - he just rolls into store after store, chipper as can be, pulling glasses on and then unceremoniously throwing them into piles.

Just as he's trying on a pair, he spots you - and he approaches, a bounce in his step, a grin on his face. He doesn't care what you look like, who you are, what you were trying to do - no matter what, he addresses you, pointing at himself.

"What do you think of these? Good? Bad? I mean, none of these can look BAD on me, but eh, some are more shit than others."

He's not gonna leave you alone until you answer him.

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"So, then, it's pretty much like I'm used to."

The broad grin turns into a wry smile, and his stance remains just a little too casual given the conversation.

"What matters is that you didn't gouge out my eyes - so for now, I don't need to gouge out yours."

"This is well." Eponine grins, half convinced that he's joking, and not particularly bothered if he isn't.

"There is enough to do in the arena of all of that, and I tire now of blood and the like."

Huh. Not the reaction he's expecting but...hey, not a terrible one. Kid's got a cute smile.

"You do? That's horrible. I don't think I could ever tire of blood. It's just so pretty."

With those sunglasses on, it's really hard to figure out what his expression actually means.

"You sound like my 'Parnasse, Sir?" Her grin becomes wider. "He liked blood also. He were a cut-throat. But me, no. Not so much. I don't like to see people die, though I have seen so many of them. I don't like cutting throats. It hurts."

"I have no fucking clue what a 'Parnasse' is, but cut-throat? Yeah, I can be one of those."

He snorts a little at her admission that she doesn't like killing - but he's not really surprised, but it's still a boring thing to say. "Yeah, well, it hurts the person with the throat a hell of a lot more. That's what makes it fun."

" he were my husband... Sort of. Not in God's eyes, but... Were an understandin', you know?" She explains awkwardly.

She pauses before confessing, "I have had my throat slit many a time. . I hate that death."

"Oh, so he was boning you. All right."

Another weird grin crosses his face, a breathless kind of laugh rushing hoarse from his throat. "Man, you can't beat the feeling of blood rushing over your hands. But really? You hate dying that way? Okay, I'll remember that. If I have to kill you, I'll just have to get more creative."

She blushes bright red and drops her gaze. "That's..." Right? Yes, but...
"I am not a whore, Sir." She mutters. It unsettles her that this man is already plotting her death, and she starts to edge away.

"Quick. Painless, Sir. Please."

"You said that, not me. Sex is sex. I don't give a shit if you had sex with some guy I don't know."

Mister Scratch is a lot of things, and maybe in a different circumstance, he would have called someone a whore to get under their skin...but it's a lot less fun when someone else brings it up. He moves right over the subject, instead focusing on the topic that's clearly making her uncomfortable.

"...We'll see what I have on hand at the time, won't we?"

"I shan't go down without a fight, you know?" Eponine folded her arms. She was a little bit afraid of this man, and perhaps with good reason. But she wasn't just going to take a threat from a stranger without biting back.

"Perhaps it'll be me who kills you? That should be a nice surprise, no?"

The man outright laughs at this, loud and raucous, slapping his knee. When he's done, he grins at her, leaning in close.

"Well, it would definitely be a surprise."

She spits straight at him then, and goes to stamp her foot on his.

"We shall see. I have killed a man before, you know? I am not afraid of you." Or so she's telling herself.

Spit hits him clean across the nose, her foot lands on his, and he hops back, cussing under his breath. He runs his sleeve over his face, dark eyes flashing in her direction.

Congratulations, Eponine. You are now at the top of the shit list for a known serial killer who you are about to face in a death match.

Good job.

"Not afraid? Well...." When he drops his arm, his smile is gone.

"Maybe you should be."

"I have met more frightening men than you on a dark night, Sir." She laughs, feigning bravado. "I have met men who make me think I am mad! When they make me hear voices and see ghosts. I am not afraid of a man who threatens a beating, for what is one more of those on my arse?"

"Oh, I'm threatening waaaay more than a beating, girly."

He moves up close to her again, something deep inside him darkening.

"If you've got shadows in your past, inside you...I'll find them, and I'll nurse them until they're big enough to turn you inside out."

Well, he's going to find those shadows quite easily, isn't he, out here in the Capitol.

He might mention Eva... or Orc, or Ian or Mona or Parker or what she's done to Sigma or Dave or Howard or the poor girls in District 3. He could find that she murdered her father. Perhaps he'll find out that she still sees him, his ghost, following her, haunting her? Or for her life in Paris - the jail, and her life on the streets... plotting against Marius and Cosette. Any of it - it's all easily accessible to him, thanks to the Capitol, and her blabbering habits.

She really regrets her bravado though, now, and her mouth twists with nerves and displeasure.

"You can't do nothing to me, Sir." she hisses back. "Now leave me alone."

"Sure I can," he chuckles, suddenly overly casual. He goes back to trying on sunglasses, tossing his words over his shoulder like bits of garbage he's not concerned about littering with. Maybe he's bored with her. Maybe it's just a change of mood.

"Just not here. Wait until the Arena. I'll show you then what exactly I can do to you."

"You shan't catch me." And with that, Eponine turns and runs, pushing angrily through the throng of people gawping at the warring Tributes. She is not going to let him hurt her. Not this time.

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