thecapitol | One year older

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One year older

Who| Pruna and Sandy and later Initiate too and anyone else who wants to eat cake!
What| A tiny assassin has a birthday.
Where| Everywhere!
When| 5th October
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of death and killing because whats a birthday without murder confessions

Pruna's days had fallen into a bit of a routine, training, training some more, trying to instill discipline into Duck, checking on Sandy and training more.

She still wasn't really sleeping though, the alcohol trick didn't work. It just made everything go weird and then she felt sick the next day. It didn't stop nightmares. She wondered what the tea was that Effie used to give Sandy, but she couldn't ask. Effie was gone, maybe dead and she couldn't let Sandy know she wasn't strong anymore.

It was her secret, though she was convinced that anyone who saw any footage on the television would know. They would know how she failed.

Sometimes everything got too much and stabbing practice dummies wasn't good enough, now was such a time and Pruna was curled up in a seat by the window, holding duck and looking out at the city. It was cold today, cold enough for her to see her breath outside. She remembered how stupid cold it had gotten last winter and made a note to get Duck some hats. Surely Ducks would die even quicker than people in the cold, because they were smaller.

She sighed as she looked out at the city, she was high up and this city looked so different than being high up in her own city. Back home, she thought it was about the time of year where Taiwin would be coming to tell her and... tell her that she was older again. Older and better behaved, smarter. All the things he hoped for.

She didn't know how old that would make her, thirteen maybe... except when she had gone home she hadn't gotten older at all. It was all very complicated and really she didn't want to think about it, because her sister wasn't here to roll her eyes at Taiwin, and Taiwin wasn't here in the first place and her sister would never ever get older.

She pressed her forhead against the glass and sighed again.

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Sandy was so proud of the cake she (and mostly Peeta) had made for Pruna. The girl deserved it though. She was one of the most loyal and hard working people in District twelve. Today was her day and not even the Capitol would take that away from her.

Sandy sat at her side with a plate of cake for herself, not eating nearly as much as Pruna but she was making sure to stay ahead of duck at least.

He's all being on his own way, passing by. He's got his own routines what to reset, his own new weaknesses to account for.

But this? This is absolutely worth the double take it garners. His best girls and cake? But not just any cake.

He walks over and bends to peer at them both and their work. "My little indigoats got yourselves a motherfucking wishing cake at for your indulgences diligent?"

Pruna hadn't seen the Initiate since the arena, since the bookshop of stupid books. Since his silence and his fear. She had been worried but had had no idea how to help him.

Hearing him speak was wonderful, she turned round with a massive grin. "Initiate!" She beckoned him over, "We do be having, Sandy did be making it!"

She blinked when all his words sunk in, "Cake do be having wishes?"

"Sort of." Sandy laughed softly and was struck once again by how strange her laugh sounded after not hearing it in so long.

"See we light a candle for every year you've been alive. Then you make a wish and blow them all out. It's a tradition where I come from anyway."

She turned her gaze onto the Initiate "What about you? How do cake wishes work back home?"

He grins real wide at the Nameless's reaction. No time wasting now, he better get his ass over. His smile goes to Sandy, who's for the moment apparently feeling better too.

He listens careful as Sandy relays the magic of wishing cakes to him once more. He hadn't know that you put candles on for how many years one got being alive. Damn, this human tradition is way more complicated than he first thought. What would they do when they got old? Did they get even more cakes?

He blinks in surprise at the question, realising he's gone misleading his sisters into think he knows anything on this. He laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. "WOULDN'T BE AT TO KNOWING. I've heard as we got wriggling days but... I ain't never had one. AT LEAST, NONE WHAT ALL WAS OF CELEBRATIONARIES. Pretty motherfucking sure at I'm eight. BUT I AIN'T REALLY MOTHERFUCKING KNOW WHAT AS THEY GET CONSISTING UP ON, TRUTH TOLD. Probably would have to ask a troll what does know. AIN'T NEVER GOT MY KNOWING UP OF ON WISHING CAKES UNTIL I WAS GETTING MY ASS HERE, BUT THEY IS BEING LIKE MIRACLES."

Pruna blinked in surprise, "You must be being older than eight, I do be being twelve or maybe thirteen and you do be being much bigger than me."

She concentrated on cutting cake for the Initiate and passing it over, "It do be being okay, I did no never be celebrating my birthday either but Sandy do be doing in her world so she did be making me cake and did be giving me a cool hat." She pointed at the cap she was wearing, made to look like a duck.

Sandy had to admit the idea that their tall imposing friend was only eight was hilarious. Her grin was spreading wider.

"The more holidays and celebrations the better. Too bad the Capitol celebrates all the wrong things." She couldn't help but keep a bite of bitterness in her sense of humor.

"If anyone has earned a wish it's you Pruna. Just remember they don't always come true right away."

"Hahah, naw sister, big-ness ain't being a factor. AIN'T A THING WHAT'S FACTORING PROPER. Taller than all everybody but there's still plenty motherfuckers here what is older than me. GONE ALL IN THEIR LATE SWEEPS, THEM," He corrects, but he gives it all the thought due. "Think in your human ages I'd be... seventeen... eighteen... probably motherfucking eighteen now. SINCE AS I'VE GOT ALL LIKE TO BE NEARING NINE SWEEPS SOON, EVEN IF I AIN'T KNOW WHEN EXACT."

He shakes himself and settles on down by them. He wonders, for a moment, if he might be imposing on them and their quadrant affairs, but he decides he was as good as invited. He doesn't feel anything but welcome here.

"Seems as like I'm in good company of new ages then," He says with a grin. "YOU WENT ALL THE FUCK OUT, SAND SISTER. Making wishing cakes your ownself. BUILDING UP COOL HATS. I didn't know you was into baking. PULLING OUT ALL THE CELEBRATIONARIES GOOD YOU IS. Making wrongs righted, yo."

His eyes go back to Pruna, watching as all the Miracle gets about. He'll be sure to pray later so as her wish makes itself all whole and true.

Oh eighteen, that made a lot more sense. He was definitely old and not eight. Sweeps must be different than years, Pruna nodded understanding. She grinned at Sandy, Sandy really was the best girlfriend. Not that Pruna knew much about girlfriends, or friends in general. But in her experience Sandy was the best.

She looked at the cake and thought hard, pretend wishes were for babies. They didn't make anything better. But real wishes... they were made with magic and could come true.

If it was a tradition it was probably the real kind, not the crying baby kind. "How do I be doing it?"

Sandy pointed to the remaining pieces of cake. Little colorful candles stood like twigs around the edges. Politely an Avox began lighting them (Because tributes could not be trusted with fire)

"Alright, so now you take a deep breath, think about what you want and blow out all the candles." She grinned brightly. "Then we eat the cake and eventually it comes true. My last wish came true but it took a few months."

The Initiate stiffens at the presence of the avox, going quiet for that little bit. But then with the candles lit, he nods to the avox, as though to offer respectful dismissal. He knows it doesn't matter, but even still.

Unlike many, he's always been a firm believer in such things as wishes. Miracles, dreams, magic. It's all real as real could be to him. So he makes sure not to interrupt.

He only comments once; "BEST MOTHERFUCKING TRADTION TO BE HAVING." Alternia needed to be getting on the ball.

Pruna for her part smiled nicely at the avox and reached out to poke the Initiates hand, a gesture of comfort. From Pruna at least. Then she looked at the candles and grinned, she took a deep breath and thought very hard before blowing, trying to blow them all out.

Sandy let out a cheer as the candles flickered and died leaving long strings of smoke rising into the air from each wick.

"Obviously if anyone deserves a wish it would be you." She teased with a gentle nudge to Pruna's side.

"Alright, now we can dig in." She declared picking up a fork and knife.

The Nameless takes his attentions on from such things unwanted. All with her little pokes what is a kind of adorable what he won't comment on, should all it stop.

He watches them flames flick right and get snuffed, wondering what it's being symbolic of.

He ain't about to stick his claws in the cake, but utensils ain't usually things he gets to do. So he watches and waits, to see what is done.

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Pruna also wasn't too keen on knives and forks, she used them when told to but cake was different right. She broke off some with her hands and began to eat. "It do be being the tastiest cake ever." She told the Initiate, grinning at Sandy again, she really was the best friend ever.

Sandy beamed and tried to hide her embarrassment by using her fork the way Effie would have preferred. It's not that she didn't like eating messy but the frosting seemed too good to waste by getting it all over her hands.

She was pleased to taste it was every bit as good as Pruna claimed and she smiled brighter. She thought for sure having her help would have ruined Peeta's cake but apparently not.

"Who knew when I started these games I'd learn how to bake cakes?" She laughed.

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Well if all the Nameless is about the doing of it, so can he be. He grins wide and reaches for a piece of his own, taking it in his claws and laughing.

But even still, he savors every bite. All the thankfulness be of him that he can.

"Queen bakes, so they say. GET TELL ON THEY MOTHERFUCKING DO THAT IT BE WHAT HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION GETS DONE," He says. He looks at Sandy and winks. "Say at yours is better. YOU AND MY DESCENDANT. If all the chucklefuck ever returns say as you two ought to do one the fuck up."

Who says she's wasting frosting? She just licks it from her fingers, and her face, she can't quite reach her nose. She didn't fully understand what the Initiate was saying, but the joy of hearing him talk was enough for her to nod enthusiastically at his words.

Sandy didn't follow it well enough either but she felt the compliment in his tangle of words so she grinned back at him with some frosting on her upper lip that she licked off.

"So your descendant can cook too? Before I came here I never knew how to do anything more then like, ramen noodles or hot dogs on the stove."

She knew most families had a mother who cooked but her mother wasn't as hands on as she'd have liked.

"SO I'VE MOTHERFUCKING GOT TO HEARING. Ain't seen him in action none, but when he was being here shortways, he stuck by and by with the baking." He was regaled tales by Gamzee himself, who'd brought all manner of pie down with him to settle with. He'd not been inside long that whole week, not with the old goat just outside to manage.

"A SKILL WORTH THE COVETING," He insists. He can't bake himself but, well, this cake speaks for itself. So very sweet. He laughs along as the Nameless takes to licking the icing off her digits.

Pruna had no idea what ramen or hot dogs were - though she could give a guess on the second. But she was sure that Sandy would make them be delicious.

"It do be being an important skill." She agreed, Pruna could cook, she had helped a lot in the inn. "It do be being more fun when you can be eating what you do be cooking."

Sandy knew this was Pruna's special day...but she had to admit she felt like this was her day too the way they praised her cake.

"Well I'm not as good as the Capitol cooks...but any time you guys want I'll make you stuff." She decided "Ya know...if I have ingredients. I don't think I could make something like this in the arena." She laughed sheepish of their praise.

"The nameless preaches legit. ALL MOTHERFUCKING RIGHTEOUS IS THE PREACH. Little sister Sandy, if you could do at this in the arena, I'd say as you was truly Messiah touched. PURE MIRACLE DESCENDED AND DUSTED OFF BY THE SPECIAL STARS THEMSELVES."

He licks the icing up off his claws and fingertips and then gives her the briefest satisfied purr, a low rumble up in his chest cage on in his chitinous windpipe.

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