thecapitol | This is my patch

Who| Gavroce and whoever
What| Arrival and exploring
Where| training area
When| Day of his arrival
Warnings/Notes| N/A yet

He was taken out of the room after the test - he thinks it was a test but he's not really all that sure. He followed behind the talll, imposing people, keepin' his mouth shut as they directed him into that box thing they'd lead him into before. He didn't like the boc thing, it moved strangely and made his stomach feel all funny, and it did enough of that anyway.

He was given a room though, and as he held the card he couldn't help but eye them up. No one just gave someone a room. There had to be a catch, there was alwayus a catch. What did he have to give them in return for the room? He poked a dirty finger on the clean sheets covering the bed, surprised at the softness he felt there. He was left alone, standing in the middle of the room, looking around as if he'd never seen anything like it before.

"Well, enough o' tthis," he muttered to himself, pocketing the card and making his way out of the room, and out of the building. Time to get to know this new city; maybe he could find a way home to Paris.

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Gavroche knows when people are following him. He's got too many kids to not have picked up the skill. "'Ere, I aen't gonna bite. What's yer name?" He figures the direct approach would work as best as any. He's not exactly armed, unless you count sheer cheek, so being open and friendly seems like the best idea.

Pruna wasn't armed either to her disgust, they had taken her knife when they had taken her clothes. She stepped out of the shadows when he spoke though, he reminded her of the street kids she had hung about with in Gauig, and even if he talked weird he seemed harmless enough.

"I do no be tasting good." She grinned at him, "Do you be being here for the competition." She avoided the question of names altogether, she was used to dancing around that specific topic.

"...What competition?" Gavroche could forget the most important details at the worst of times. "Aen't gonna be eatin' ya, just want to know yer name. Ye got a name, don't ye?"

"The one they did be bringing us for, the fighting one." She told him scoffing. Though maybe he just lived here, maybe he didn't know about it. She hadn't been told to keep it a secret...

She shrugged, "What do it be mattering if I do no be having one." He eyes glinted challengingly. He was no adult, he was just a kid and she had managed to convince the kids in Gauig that it didn't matter that her and her sister had no names, she could convince them here too.

"Oh that one," Gavroche said, "yeah I heard about that one. 'Pparently I'm 'ere for it but I aen't knowing much about it all."

"All kids got a name, just wanna find out what yers is," Gavroche said with an easy shrug of his shoulders.

"I do no be knowing much either." She shrugged, she figured they'd be briefed when the time came.

Then she sneered again, "You do obviously no be knowing all kids then."

"Fink it's summat brutual though, makin' us fight in tha'." Gavroche has been well warned by his elder sister to keep his more ... rebellious thoughts to himself, but sometimes these things just slip out and he can't help it.

"Know plenty o' kids I do, just 'cause I don't know you don't mean nuffink"

The girl shrugged, she actually had very little problem with it. She was no coward and she was planning on making her guardians proud.

"But you do no be knowing all kids or you would be knowing that some kids do no be having names."

It wasn't necessarily that Gavroche had a problem with it, except that it sort of was. He didn't see the point of it.

"C'n't be knowin' all kids, c'n I? Aen't got 'nough brains fer that!"

"Well that do be being obvious." She put her hands on her hips. "You do be new then?"

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