When I wake up in the morning I'm still asleep...

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Initiate and Venus
What| Ridiculous showdowns over yogurt
Where| D5 floor
When| Around nowish
WARNINGS| Language. 

With his tongue back in his maw, he finds new found appreciation for different foods. He finds himself chewing just because he can, taking his time with it all and picking things apart slow. It wasn't as though he wasn't at all aware before of what a luxury food could be-- even before his time in arenas that had been a thing. But you can never be too appreciative of a miracle legit and he has learned that over and over countless times.

He's also finding the little annoyances are still just as annoying as ever. Opening that fridge right up and, surprise, surprise, shit looks as to be a disaster. He growls and rolls his eyes. Of course. Just a quick check around, just to be sure no one he knows is going to call him out for it, he takes to cleaning that noise on up. Containers here and there of this and fucking that. At least, he thinks as rearranges one spot in particular, that terrorbitch ain't going to be cleaning the fridge out entire no more. 

It's just about clean when one of his hands knocks Venus's yogurt. These things. Textureless, tasteless goop for them what had no choice but accept awful goop for sustenance. She had all and every ability in the world for something what wasn't being this! What a fucking waste! 

It has been at least a year that she last accused him without cause of stealing her yogurts and it has been a year he has been most motherfucking dedicated to fulfilling this falsehood as for destroying those blasphemous things. Why the fuck stop now? He huffs and starts tossing them back onto the counter for disposal. You can go, and you can go and... you too! Last one and-- it splatters in his hand.

"MOTHERFUCKING--!"

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[celebrityskinned]

Venus is not in the mood.

For the most part, leaving her room lately has been a task that requires psyching herself up. It's meant cleaning up raccoon-makeup that she's cried into. It means changing into clothes she hasn't drenched with sweat as she goes back on her medicine. It means putting on that mask of perkiness and charm that used to come so naturally to her, that now has become a job she doesn't really get paid for.

Sometimes, a girl just needs to come out to grab a glass of orange juice and doesn't want to deal with other human and alien beings, thank you very much. She emerges wearing an oversized t-shirt and with her face bare, rubbing at her forehead and scowling.

"Jesus Christ, Initiate, could you keep the swearing down to a dull roar, some of us would like some peace and-" Then she stops, seeing the yellow goo on his hand. Seeing the chunk of peach drip from his palm.

Her voice drops to something much fiercer and darker than any sound she's uttered in the Arena.

"Oh no you didn't."

[carnagecarnival]

His hand is coated. It's dripped onto the floor, onto a bit of fridge shelving, getting down in them cracks what he just feels in his bones will mean he'll have to scrub for. He is on the tipping edge of fury and just falling into total subservience, kneeling to clean outright.

Then she comes in. She who hasn't caught him in this in a whole goddamn year, despite that he ain't tried to hide it. She who's being all taken offensive over these pain in the ass pieces of shit. It's the perfect thing to tip him away from the latter end of that scale. And the exact wrong thing to tip him the other damn way.

His teeth are grit. His breath is pushed through suggesting like he's just barely keeping it even. The yogurt cup drops from his hand. He can't possibly pulverise it anymore than he already has.

He turns real damn slow and says, "And what the fuck are you going to get as to do if I up and did?"

[celebrityskinned]

It's a petty thing. It's a two dollar cup of yogurt. She could ask an Avox and they would bring her two to replace the one that's ruined.

But Venus is tired. She's lost more than half her friends in two months. She's been on and off medication that drove her out of her mind. She's been burned, interrogated, and locked in a dingy jail cell after fucking up the only thing she was good at.

When she looks at Initiate now, all she can see is a receptacle for all the frustration and all the hurt that she's been keeping pent up, the pressure that she's been bleeding off in only inadequate tears. She sees not another victim trapped in this same awful situation but one more co-conspirator in the plot to break her down in every aspect, to leave her as nothing but splintered bones and a dead brain.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can't I have one fucking thing in this District that doesn't turn to shit? Why do you have it out for me when I've been nothing but pleasant to you except for this one thing, this one thing, that I want for myself?" She picks up a magazine from next to the couch and flings it at him.

[carnagecarnival]

It really is the most stupid thing to get angry up over. But he's not playing the maturity games here. He's got a short fuse and a pent up energy from weeks being all too quiet.

He is tired of dodging around. He is tired of enemies he ain't allowed to touch. If he can have just one shred of normalcy-- real normalcy, like living in with a bunch of bratty subjugglators what just don't compare-- in the form of a good old fashioned shouting match over something dumb as all motherfuck, he is gonna have it.

He furiously bats that flapping magazine up out of the air and snarls. "SISTER MOTHERFUCKING PLEASE. If I had it out for you I would make motherfucking clear as goddamn moonshine through crystal glass, I have it motherfucking out for you. YOU FOLLOW MY PREACH?"

Of course she doesn't. Of course she motherfucking don't. He can just bet she's tuned out half what he said.

"I have left you alone. I HAVE LEFT YOU ENTIRELY BE. Even while as you was bitching about me! I HAVE NOT SO MUCH AS FUCKING SNEEZED IN YOUR GODDAMN DIRECTION! While you go on blaming my ass for eating your shitty ass yogurts what, news flash, I don't even fucking want none to do with! YOU WANT YOUR YOGURTS SO DAMN BAD, THEN TAKE 'EM!"

And with that, he flicks the bit of yogurt what is still on his hands at her face.

[celebrityskinned]

"No, I don't follow your preach! I don't follow your preach because you've been here as fucking long as I have and you still don't talk to anyone in a way we can understand, and god damn it, I caught you red-handed!"

Well, grey-handed, actually, and she's screaming over him at that point so she doesn't hear the warning before he flicks it at her. It gets in her hair, gets on her forehead rapidly turning red with the sort of flush she'd never allow herself in front of any camera that cared.

"You son of a bitch!" She grabs one of the yogurts from the counter and throws it at his head, mouth a ghoul banshee mask of rage.

[carnagecarnival]

He is reared and ready to point out that he is speaking the same langauge as her and that the Capitol has damn well made sure of that. But naturally, such things must be left aside with the coming of a yogurt.

He should be of instinct by now not to do what he does. But the motherfucking flinching what as gets about him, and has gotten to do so since his avoxing, takes the reigns.

And so he flinches.

And so yogurt hits him and splatters upon him even worse than before.

He is not afraid of no banshee though. He is fear and rage put in a body. He is fucking covered in yogurt, what the fuck. This is the exact opposite of everything he wanted to happen.

He is not aiming for creativity none here. He is just going to throw the rest of them at her what he can in quick succession. Whether they hit or miss will be his problem later.

[celebrityskinned]

She dodges behind the counter, avoiding the worst of the yogurt bombs. They make smack and splatter sounds against the floor and counter. She pops back up again, a snarl on her face that morphs her branded skin into a skein for hatred.

This could be comical, even fun, if either of them were in a better mood. Instead, she just wants to rip Initiate's horns off and feed them to him. She wants to put him through a wall, to take out all this anger on him even though they're both on the same side against the people who caged them here, even though she should feel camaraderie with him.

She wants to explode, and in this human body they've given her, she can't. So she grabs a glass off the counter and throws it at him, aim going wild so it shatters against the wall behind him.

"That's it! That's fucking it! I'm buying myself a mini-fridge!"

[carnagecarnival]

He hears the glass shatter, feels some ricochet against his back and get caught up in his hair what's already yogurt coated.

He's loud. He knows it, everyone knows it. It's not something he can help except for turning it to a sort of growl just to the side of loud on the border of normal. But only a few got knowing that Kurloz was his past life and Kurloz got loud enough to deafen once.

With eyes a brilliant red-orange, he roars, "Fine! JUST MOTHERFUCKING FINE WITH ME! All such things is being grand! GET MOTHERFUCKING LOCK FOR IT TOO AND A CAMERA SO YOU CAN SEE JANE SHEPARD BREAKING INTO IT ANYWAY!"

Yeah, he fucking knows. And he hopes she hears him as she laughs to her smug ass self in the other room. He also knows the other culprit was Mituna. But that's all aside.

Because there's yogurt and glass everywhere what he's got to clean and he's got himself pissed and he's got no moirail and he didn't think this through entire but he's definitely not asking Azula for no morphling and he could leave this be and walk away or do something worse but he's still too much a goddamn avox inside so fuck it, fuck it all, is what he thinks as he unleashes one more frustrated screech when the yogurt don't come out of his hair immediate and he does the only think he can do with a knife that he's allowed and able to motherfucking do. He reaches back cuts his braid off to short hair again like the avox he motherfucking is, then throws both the braid and knife aside without even a glance to her as he storms onward to search the kitchen.

"Where the fuck is motherfucking mop and basin!?" He shouts to no one. There's an almost-reverb to his voice that tells, if he had his voodoo, his words would be soaked in it.

[celebrityskinned]

But Venus is gone by then, having stormed out and down the hall and slammed the door behind her so hard that a picture frame falls from the wall across from her room - a little more glass for the Avoxes to clean up.

She'll feel guilty about it later. Now she just flops onto her bed, buries her face into her pillow and screams. When she runs out of air, she sucks in it and bites down on the pillow. She imagines herself a horse pulling at the bit, dragging herself towards a finish line, but there's none in sight.

Eventually she cries, hoping that'll bleed off some of the pressure building inside her, and when it doesn't she falls asleep.

[carnagecarnival]

He hears the shatter with the slam, flinching and then cursing himself for it after immediate. The Avoxes will want as to clean up, he knows. They won't though. He'll get to it first, no matter if he has to pick shards up himself.

Glass in the kitchen, glass in the hall, yogurt motherfucking everywhere. The brilliant idea of turning aggression on a sister for something all like this seems all the more stupid. But it's been done.

All what everyone's taught him tells him he ought to apologize. He doesn't figure that will happen none either.

What happens is that he cleans it up-- all of it. He falls into easy step, like it's a natural thing, and the more what gets done, the more the pressure in his thinkpan eases off. He cleans off his ownself, washing the yogurt out and making humble of himself as he reflects again on royalty's hair and that of the low; how much more fitting this is until he finds some pride again one day.

He doesn't much feeling talking to or seeing anyone after that. Fuck it. Maybe he'll just go on to get that mini-fridge she spoke on his ownself.