Scared for my life [OPEN]

[doc_holi]

Who| Doc Holiday and anyone not in the arena
What| Finally roaming around the Tribute Tower after her death in the arena
Where| District 8 common area and any other public place in the tower
When| This evening and into the morning, nearly a week after her death
Notes| Bring on the CR. Please.

Holiday had never been the type of woman to cower and hide. Yet, she did so for an entire week.

The first day after she awoke in her room, she refused to leave the bed and even nearly attacked the Avox who came by to try and clean up the room or bring her food. After being bold enough to peek out of the door and realizing that she was nowhere near Providence anymore, she simply stayed there, lost on what to do. She even tried to make some makeshift weapons, but they would vanish after she inevitably fell asleep. The only news she had on where she was or what she was there for was caught in snippets of apparently common knowledge.

This was some terrible dream that she couldn't wake up from, even while the man's face and the feeling of his boot rattled around in her mind.

It eventually became known that she was getting nowhere doing what she had been, so Holiday decided to finally venture out... or try to, at least.

She opened a small crack in her bedroom door before slipping out...

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[vissernone]

Now that her Tributes are trickling back to her, Eva's been making visits to the District 9 suite. Unfortunately, due to what's she's sure is a grudge the building holds against her, the elevator has deposited her on the wrong floor and absconded without her.

She scuffs her shoes on the carpet impatiently as the elevator reads out floors 2...3... and only looks up when she hears gentle, almost sneaky footfalls.

"Hello?" She glances over and sees Holiday leaving the District 8 suite. "Oh. You look new."

Although some Tributes keep that haunted, hunted look for more arenas than just their first.

[doc_holi]

Holiday looked over to the other woman, the shock and fear still a bit noticeable on her face. New?

"You could say that. I think there's been a mistake." Some really terrible mistake.

[vissernone]

"Careful. No one here likes being told they're making mistakes." She scuffs her shoe again, as if trying to stamp something out with her toes on the floor. "Especially not this elevator."

Eva's face is calm, sympathetic. She has that knowing look she half-consciously puts on for Tributes who need a shoulder to cry on. "I'm Eva. Mentor for District Nine."

[doc_holi]

Yet, Holiday has no problems saying it. These people are insane and she's not the kind of person to suck up to anyone. We'll see how that goes.

For now, Holiday looked from Eva and back the way she came for a second. She didn't look scared anymore upon looking back as she motioned between the two of them. "So does that make us enemies or... what?"

[vissernone]

Eva laughs. It's a sound that's husky yet musical. "Only if you buy into the arbitrary District distinctions. They don't really matter much now, since you're all foreigners."

She holds a hand out. "I'd rather we be friends than enemies."

[doc_holi]

Holiday gave an internal, worried sigh as she looked at the hand in front of her.

"The last time I did that, I ended up getting a boot to the face," yet, she still reaches out to shake the hand and give back a smile, "but so do I. I'm Rebecca Holiday."

[vissernone]

"That must have been one hell of a handshake. I promise I don't have one of those electric shock things hidden up my sleeve." She smiles back. Her touch is gentle but not tentative. "A pleasure, Ms. Holiday."

[doc_holi]

Holiday managed a better smile at that. "Doctor but just Holiday is fine."

She didn't correct the woman out of spite or anything. It was just habit to be called doctor or just by her last name. If anything, she'd prefer to at least keep that part as similar to home as she could. "The pleasure's all mine, Ms. Eva."

[vissernone]

"Oh? Fancy." Eva grins in a teasing way. "Doctor of what, might I ask? Depending on your skill set, there may be ways to be released from the Games."

[doc_holi]

"Released?"

Oh, WHAT? This is new information that she very much likes right now. "I have degrees in medicine, biochemistry, and nanotechnology... but this isn't a way to have them take me home, is it?"

[vissernone]

"No, I believe you'd be naturalized as a citizen here, and work for the Capitol. I don't know exactly what sorts of skills they're even looking for."

Eva picks at her lower lip - happy as she is to be able to bring good news to someone, she doesn't want to raise Doctor Holiday's hopes too high. And the sad fact is that surviving in the Capitol always seems to involve selling your soul in some way or another. Eva bid hers away long ago, but she doubts Holiday's done so yet.

"With a skillset like that, if they took you at all they'd probably have you working on reviving the other Tributes. Anyway, you may want to ask your Escort, if you believe it's in your interests."

[doc_holi]

Reviving people? Like how she was revived?

"Right... I'll do that. Thank you for telling me about it."

[vissernone]

Eva glances at the elevator door, and then, without much regard for social norms, slams her palm against the metal with a snarl.

And then, as if that breach in her temper hasn't occurred at all, composes herself again and smiles at Holiday. "So, what led you into medicine?"

[gruesome]

The night Some was brought back to the Eight floor, he couldn't stand to be alone. Shaky and unhappy, he threw a blanket over the common room's television and laid claim to a sofa in the corner, his seven-feet, eight-inches draping extensively over it. He was miserable; he had tried so hard not to be the monster the Capitol wanted of him, and in one savage moment, had undone any gains he had made in his reputation. And he'd killed a woman.

[doc_holi]

Upon emerging from her home, Holiday instantly spotted the creature on the sofa and stepped back to hide behind the corner on instinct. Poking her head out revealed a bit more truth, though.

This guy seemed to be in his right mind, but was he really an EVO? She was in a whole other... place.

So, chancing it, she tentatively stepped out and into the room. If he really was still sane after going EVO (or just sane at all), then she'll calm down enough to treat him like everyone else here. A stranger that may kill her in an instant.

[gruesome]

He'd seen her quick retreat, and it cut, though he hadn't met this one yet. She must have seen the broadcast, he assumed, and it was another stone on his shoulders. He flattened himself, lowering his head to the arm of the couch. When she reappeared, he didn't move, only fixing four of his eight eyes on her to watch her approach.

"Hello."

[doc_holi]

... Oh.

Holiday moved closer, a bit ashamed of how she acted. "Hello... I'm sorry about that. This place just makes me jumpy."

[gruesome]

He kept his lower mouth shut, almost invisible in the fine fur of his face. "I understand. Were you just in the Arena?"

[doc_holi]

"No." She tucked her hands beneath her arms. "I'm not sure how long ago it was, but this is the first time I came out of the room I woke in... I haven't gotten out much, I guess.

"... Were you-...?"

[gruesome]

"Just now," he confirmed, with a grimace. "You... didn't see, did you?"

[doc_holi]

Holiday blinked before slowly shaking her head. "I don't think so... I'm not sure what you mean."

[gruesome]

His shoulders, all four, relaxed substantially, even as he gestured to the covered screen.

"The arenas. They show them to everyone. Everything that happens there."

[doc_holi]

She looked over the TV in shock, very thankful that it had been covered. "What? Why?"

[gruesome]

He blinked at her, never more than two eyes shut at once. "... They didn't tell you? It's why we're here. It's entertainment. They all watch it like a story-teller."

[doc_holi]

They told her that she was honored to participate in these games. She thought it was just insane sacrifice ritual or a strange gain for power among those who weren't natives.

But... she didn't think this. She just stared at her informant with wide eyes for a moment. "That's... sick... What's the point of it all?"