thecapitol | Nitou and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Who| Kousuke Nitou, a roving horde of Pomeranians, and you!
What| Nitou has picked up on the fact that Haruto's avoiding him, so he's going to try to bring his fellow wizard some donuts. Too bad some random Capitolite's dogs got loose and are making this very difficult for him.
Where| Various locations, see prompts.
When| Today!
Warnings/Notes| Possible discussion of violence and brainwashing. Definite discussion of attacks made by tiny dogs. Yakkity Sax playing softly in the background.

[A - Some Street in front of Some Donut Shop]
It had taken Nitou a while, but he finally found a donut shop that seemed willing to make the plain sugar donuts Haruto liked so much without doing anything weird, as well as a couple mayonnaise-filled ones for him. (Also, in his mind, without doing anything weird, though the shop owner had given him a long and hard look of disbelief when he'd requested that.) He was emerging from the donut shop, looking vaguely triumphant about his three bags of donuts when he heard it.

The yapping.

Some Capitolite somewhere had been taking their ten precious little baby doggies out for a walk. Said precious little baby doggies had managed to break free from their leashes, and now they were running around in a pack in search of tasty food. The donuts in Nitou's bags certainly qualify, and the dogs start charging for the strange human in the hopes of taking the bags from him. Nitou gives a yell and starts running, the horde of Pomeranians in hot pursuit. Really, he'd appreciate some help.

[B - The Park]
The Capitol was treated to the sight of a yelling Tribute being pursued by a mob of tiny dogs with bows in their fur for a solid fifteen minutes before Nitou's flight takes him through the park, where there are nice, big trees for climbing. He scrambles up one of them, finally satisfied that he's safe. The yapping dogs make a ring around the tree, frustrated that they cannot get at the Tribute and his donuts.

"Go on, get out of here!" Nitou yells at the dogs, who do not leave. He takes off one of his shoes and hurls it at them, but this only seems to egg them on. The shoe that he chucks at them is ripped to shreds by overeager chewing and an impromptu game of tug-of-war. Do they just need exercise? Are they just vicious? Nitou doesn't know, though he's inclined to bet on the latter.

And later, much later, the dogs still haven't given up, but the branch Nitou had chosen for his perch is starting to give under the weight. There's a loud cracking noise, and with a yell, Nitou falls into the dogpile below. Two of the bags of donuts do not survive, and most of the dogs' attention is focused on those. But a few of them seem to think Nitou also needs some attention, and he quickly disappears into the furry mass.

[C Training Center - Closed to Haruto]
Finally, Nitou drags himself back over to the Training Center. He knows that's where he'll find Haruto; that's just about the only place Haruto has been since getting released. Nitou could probably stand to go back to the District 5 suites to clean up a little bit. He's disheveled to the point that he's got a few twigs and leaves stuck in his hair, is missing part of one of his sleeves, and he is completely without his right shoe.

"HEY! HARUTO!" There is no getting away from Nitou this time, Haruto. He's hobbling over towards his rival, yelling across the gym floor, and waving around his single hard-won bag of donuts. There is nothing at all discreet or subtle about this. "I GOT YOU DONUTS!"

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"Yes, they're really biting me!" Or at him, mostly. So far, they'd just gotten clothing. Maybe an actual nip on the foot that had no shoe, he wasn't too sure. "I wouldn't say they had teeth if they weren't!" He's still trying to throw the dogs off, but as soon as he removes one from the equation, another takes its place.

Well, then, obviously she can't go over there and help. She doesn't want to be bitten, too.

"Kick 'em or something. Or bite back. Show 'em you mean business."

"Just my luck some Peacekeeper's gonna come along and arrest me for animal abuse if I do!" Nitou has at least freed one arm from the dogpile. "And getting tazed is gonna hurt worse than these stupid things!"

"Really? But it's self-defense." Though she is very, very new, and she has very, very little idea of what Peacekeepers are. 'Some form of police, probably' is about the extent of her knowledge here.

"Or property damage!" Nitou's still swatting dogs away, though he's managed to get to a seated position and is having good luck keeping them away from his face. "These things are property, I'm just a Tribute, think about that!"

"I heard they love us here." That is, she's heard about the whole 'celebrity' part, but not much about the whole 'you are basically property and have no rights' part.

"Love us to a point, maybe!" There he goes, he's almost to his feet at the cost of a bag of donuts. "Long as we're not that much troub--ow!" And now he's trying to shake off a dog that's stubbornly nipping at the foot that has lost its shoe.

And Tiffany is... still laughing.

"You're gonna lose all your donuts."

"You think I don't know that?" He's both trying to defend the donuts and himself from the dogs, and it's not working well. At least their tearing a bag of donuts open seems to have provided enough of an opportunity for him to back off with the only bag he was able to protect through all of this.

"Just let them go," she suggests, leaning forward a little. "Ain't like you can't by more. And if you give them the donuts maybe they'll leave you alone."

Nitou groans. "And I'm gonna have to go all the way back over there to get more, and I don't want to, and these things need to step off--ow!" One of his toes just got nipped there, give him a moment.

"You wanna get bit at instead? Be my guest."

And a Pomeranian goes flying after Nitou finally loses it and kicks it. This seems to be a signal to the rest of the pack, and now they're trying to chase him again.

Guess who's direction he's running in, pursued by the dogs?

"Hey!"

She jumps up and stands on the bench, hoping that'll be enough to deter them. They're small, right? She's clearly totally safe.

"Don't try to lead 'em to me!"

"I'm not trying to lead 'em anywhere, I'm just trying to get away from 'em!" The dogs are mostly focused on Nitou as he runs by. Better not make any sudden movements, or their attention could be drawn away...

Unfortunately for her, she isn't thinking about that; she's keyed up and hopping from foot to foot on the bench, watching these goings on. A couple leave Nitou behind and hop up on the bench with Tiffany, jumping all over her excitedly. They're not biting, but they're clawing on her legs with their sharp little toenails, and it turns.

"Ow! Fuckers."

Nitou's now been forced onto another bench, which is not high enough for his liking. "Good thing they're not smart enough to climb on top of each other..."

"They ain't biting me. Maybe I got a way with dogs."

"Then can you keep 'em distracted?" Because he'd really like to flee back to the Tribute Center so he could do what he'd been planning with these donuts, anyway...

What a question. She hasn't really been in the Capitol long enough to know exactly how things work here, but she has a vague idea.

"Ain't we enemies, you and me? You're a Tribute, right?"

"Yeah, I'm a Tribute, but that doesn't mean we have to be enemies!" Nitou groans. "We're not even in an Arena--it doesn't count then, anyway."

"It doesn't?" She just looks confused at that. "You mean since we come back to life, right. That's why it doesn't count?" She isn't so sure about them not being enemies, though. Nearly every Capitol person she's talked to - and some Tributes, too - has made it clear that Tributes from other districts are in serious competition with her.

There is a great deal Nitou would like to say here, things along the lines of rebellion and bringing the Capitol down, but it's unwise to speak of things like that in public with someone you've just met. "Well, yeah, and we're not fighting now. Good sportsmanship and stuff, right?"

... Huh. His argument sounds solid and Tiffany is very prone to suggestion, so after only a few more seconds of hesitation, she does what he asks. Jumping off the bench, she takes off at a jog, slapping at her thighs and whistling.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, c'mere! Come on, boys!" Or girls. This would be easier if she knew any of their names.

Nitou is wasting no time in taking advantage of the distraction as the dogs trot after the human who's started calling for them. "Thanks!" he's calling back to her as he books it in the other direction. "Come by the District 5 suites later, and I'll save a donut for you!"

Nitou and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

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