so here's my hope, my tired soul. ( open )

[schnapp]

Who| beth green / open
What| one zombie survivor gets used to showers. and actual food.
Where| training center
When| afternoon
Warnings/Notes| tba



TRAINING CENTER COMMONS

She's been here for a day now, enough time to convince herself that this isn't some kind of awful dream. In a lot of ways, it's almost surreal. For one, she's clean for the first time in months - actually, truly clean. In part, thanks to the efforts of her prep team, who had tsked at the filthy and matted state of her when she'd been brought in.

So here she is, squeaky clean and sitting in the corner of the common area in front of one of the many television screens. Watching one of the programs that seem to run around the clock. This time, it's highlights from the last arena.

Beth's no stranger to violence. Her life has been full of it for the last two years, ever since the dead stopped staying dead. She's seen a lot of it. But this is a full highlight real of awful, grisly murder being narrated by people with chipper voices like some kind of sick sports event.

"I'm gonna be sick," she mumbles quietly, mostly to herself.

TRAINING CENTER RESTAURANT

They give her more food than she's ever seen in her life, and Beth looks down at it like it's an alien thing. Like it can't possibly be real. She's perched on the edge of the bar on a stool with a plate heaped high and for a moment, she doesn't make any move to eat it. Because even before everything went wrong, they never had food like this on a farm where they grew mostly everything they ate.

She sort of just looks at it, fork in hand, like she's in shock.

Comments

[schnapp]

She actually kind of laughs, and it's really nice. To find something to smile about, even if it's just for a split-second. Before it fades, like she's just remembered how terrible everything is underneath the Capitol's manufactured glamor.

"Y'know, I really don't recommend them."

The ice cream shop is about as ostentatious as the rest of the city, not at all like the tiny shops she remembers from her youth. She glances back at Joel to confirm this is the right place he wanted - with a city as big as this one, it's probably better to double check.

[aintyourdad]

"Good to know," Joel says lightly, waving her inside the ice cream shop. "So what's your favorite flavor?"

Because talking about little things like that is much preferable to talking about, well. Anything that might be painful or bad.