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thecapitol2013-03-11 07:17 am
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WHO| Lara Croft and you?
WHERE| District 6 Suites and beyond
WHAT| Newbie is new
WHEN| About now - a week or so before the new arena.
WARNINGS/NOTES| She's gonna start in the the District 6 suites and will move on after she gets a bit more adjusted to all the wierdness. Just let me know where you want her.
The cot was just as hard as the one she'd fallen asleep on, but that was where the similarities ended.
Gone was the cabin, the exhausted snores and sleepy whispers of Sam and Reyes, the rocking of the ship upon the waves, the smell of brine and sea... all of it. Gone.
As if it had been the dream, as if she'd simply forgotten the strange room she'd fallen asleep in, the men in white that came in just as she was pinching the inside of her forearm.
She tried to reason with herself, told herself it was silly, impossible, and tried desperately to rouse herself the further they lead her - the more they said.
Games? Fights to the death? Panem?
It wouldn't have been the first, or strangest, history-tinted dream she'd ever had.
But not matter what she said, or how she willed herself to wake, the madness remained in the bizarre faces they passed in the halls, in the gleaming city rising up beyond the windows.
Then, just as a churning pain was beginning in the pit of her stomach, her "escorts" were leaving - having brought her to her floor, having given her her very own communicator and credit card - and she was alone, an island in the sea of a grand sitting room.
Panic lurched up the back of her throat and her shoulders trembled involuntarily.
Quickly, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to take a long, slow breath, counting to ten in her head, then to ten more.
Easy, Lara. Steady. You can do this.
WHERE| District 6 Suites and beyond
WHAT| Newbie is new
WHEN| About now - a week or so before the new arena.
WARNINGS/NOTES| She's gonna start in the the District 6 suites and will move on after she gets a bit more adjusted to all the wierdness. Just let me know where you want her.
The cot was just as hard as the one she'd fallen asleep on, but that was where the similarities ended.
Gone was the cabin, the exhausted snores and sleepy whispers of Sam and Reyes, the rocking of the ship upon the waves, the smell of brine and sea... all of it. Gone.
As if it had been the dream, as if she'd simply forgotten the strange room she'd fallen asleep in, the men in white that came in just as she was pinching the inside of her forearm.
She tried to reason with herself, told herself it was silly, impossible, and tried desperately to rouse herself the further they lead her - the more they said.
Games? Fights to the death? Panem?
It wouldn't have been the first, or strangest, history-tinted dream she'd ever had.
But not matter what she said, or how she willed herself to wake, the madness remained in the bizarre faces they passed in the halls, in the gleaming city rising up beyond the windows.
Then, just as a churning pain was beginning in the pit of her stomach, her "escorts" were leaving - having brought her to her floor, having given her her very own communicator and credit card - and she was alone, an island in the sea of a grand sitting room.
Panic lurched up the back of her throat and her shoulders trembled involuntarily.
Quickly, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to take a long, slow breath, counting to ten in her head, then to ten more.
Easy, Lara. Steady. You can do this.
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Her eyes dropped to her hands for a moment, and she frowned before glancing back to Lara, her voice low. "Watch what you say about the Capitol. They don't take well to dissent."
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"Well, I suppose that makes sense at least."
If there was one thing history was full of, it was it was the brutal measures to which those in power would stoop to keep it.
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Her voice lifted back up again, her eyes warning against her very words, "It's not too bad, though. Once you get used to it."
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"I'll try to keep that in mind."
It was all she could manage; she didn't trust herself to say anything else just yet.
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"Is there anything else I can answer for you while we're here?"