thecapitol | Scared for my life [OPEN]

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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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?"

Holiday gave a small jump at the sudden outburst and was a bit confused and wary when it suddenly vanished. Just answer, Holiday.

"The same reason most do. I wanted to help people. It was after a certain event where I'm from that led me to go into more fields of research."

"I always wanted to help people too. Terrible at science, though. I'd be a horrible doctor." She picks at her lower lip. "What kind of event is that?"

"Mom used to say I was gifted with it," she says with a shrug and little smile. It's nice to just talk to someone...

Until she remembers something very important. "Oh... no." The nanites. Holy hell, the nanites. She hadn't been thinking at all. "Do you happen to know what nanites or EVOs are?"

Maybe she's just freaking out. Maybe they're here, too, and she's really not in some other world.

Eva pretends she's thinking, tapping a finger to her chin, but the answer is obvious. "Nope, no idea."

Oh...

"I think I should talk to someone... I don't know who..."

She's internally panicking. Um.

"Someone like whom?" Eva blinks a bit. "Are you alright?"

Holiday seems to have retreated back to the nervousness she displayed earlier.

"... I don't know."

What about the man that killed her? Her body? How is she even back to life, anyway? Why didn't she think of this sooner?

"I'm sure... it'll be all right." The Capitol, the ones that brought her back, must know the truth. Right?

Eva nods, assuming Holiday's still just shaken up from the arena. "It happens sometimes after the first few games, you know? Hard to stay in the present, flashbacks, difficulty concentrating. It's normal."

Holiday took a moment to breathe before composing herself. "Yeah... I can imagine."

"I didn't sleep for eight days after my arena. If you can get some rest tonight, you'll be a mile ahead of the rest." Eva winks. "Do you want some tea, by the way? There's some in the District 9 suite that I'm just dying to try."

And after a second, "No pun intended."

She gives a small smile at that. "I've been out of the arena for a week now. I still can't sleep.

"No, thank you. I think I-... I may take a rain check on that."

She didn't want to contaminate anyone...

"Well, fix that. If you don't sleep it'll make your stress symptoms worse." She taps her nose. "Trust me."

Holiday nods. Right. She's right. "I will... You said that you were a mentor. Have you been in these before?"

She seems to have experience far deeper than just watching others go in.

"I won the 37th Hunger Games when I was sixteen." She doesn't seem proud or ashamed of the fact. The truth is that she's deeply, deeply ashamed, but there's no point in subjugating herself to prove that to others. "Thirty-eight years ago."

... Sixteen...?

"I'm sorry." She wasn't sure if that was the proper way to address such a thing, but Holiday was sorry. This woman didn't seem malicious of any sort.

But the tributes come back from death, right?

Eva shrugs. "It was a long time ago. Now I just try to usher this crop of Tributes into the bright new world of lights, camera, action."

Of course. "That's all we are, right? Dragged from our homes to be their entertainment?"

"You're here to stop a war. Try thinking of it that way." Eva half-smiles. "Keep people entertained, keep them distracted, and they don't kill each other."

"... So I have to die over and over so that they don't die once?" In her opinion, these people deserved it. She heard from another that it used to be only their own children that would fight.

"Sorry. It's just a hard thing to justify."

"You get used to it. I've had fifty-four years to get used to it, and you've had a few days." Eva shrugs. "Good luck on applying to get out. Really."

Yeah, that's true. Holiday nods. "Thank you."

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