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thecapitol2013-02-10 09:32 pm
doc_holi) wrote in thecapitol2013-02-10 09:32 pm
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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...
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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"I think I should talk to someone... I don't know who..."
She's internally panicking. Um.
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Holiday seems to have retreated back to the nervousness she displayed earlier.
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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?
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And after a second, "No pun intended."
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"No, thank you. I think I-... I may take a rain check on that."
She didn't want to contaminate anyone...
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She seems to have experience far deeper than just watching others go in.
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"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?
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"Sorry. It's just a hard thing to justify."
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