[open] Shame, such a shame...

[shiftingurbulls]

Who| Ellis and open to anyone!
What| El is assmad at being killed so early and then furious at Nick the Dick's death
Where| D4 Suite, D7 Suite, and everywhere in between!
When| Starting Week 2
Warnings/Notes| El's use of the English language is a wonder to behold, mentions of death by fire and zombies

[District 4 Suite]
Dying on the first day was so not what Ellis had planned for this Arena, as he woke up and thrashed in his bed. Within that room is a tornado of anger as the mechanic wished he would have done things differently. He promised Nick and Rochelle that he'd be helpful, that he wouldn't be a burden....and now he was back here and useless to his friends and those he considered family. He was absolutely livid at himself.

So yes, he'll be sitting in the common area for his assigned District, fuming along with the reports and the bloody spectable. This was unfair! He wanted to get out there and keep the promise he made at the bar!

[District 7 Suite]

When news of Nick's death came along, the first thing Ellis did was rush up to District 7 with a weary but still optimistic grin on his face. Death wasn't permanent here, right? At least that's what the mechanic firmly believed. That sourpuss must be raising hell too, he thought as he walked along the hall and knocked on the door.

"Man oh man, yer lucky Coach ain't here to have seen yer fairy-ass, only me an' Ro! " he called out to the closed door, hoping for any sort of response, hell even an insult, but would get none. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Ellis leaned his ear to the door, and let out a small whisper, "Nick, are ya there? Talk to me...you're scarin' me. Are ya screwin' around? Because tha's wha' tha' diva Compson's for, cut it out!"

He sat against the door, not unlike a hopeful dog waiting for his friend, waiting for an answer from his suit-wearing survivor. He couldn't be dead for real, right? "Nick, please don't be gone...please..."

For once since the Green Flu, Ellis was alone again. And it terrified him more than any Tank, Witch, or monster the Capitol had in store for the Tributes.
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[conifer]

Emily can't help but laugh a little at the image. "We did all have to go on training during the last Arena. Team building skills and things. I don't think he took much of it in."

[shiftingurbulls]

That laugh comes back and it's practically sunshine in the room, as Ellis noted or thought of her. "Either tha' or he's got one helluva problematic personality. He won't like me here, I backtalked last time he gave a history lesson, an' he thinks we're all infected with some bullshit. I..."

This is something that made the survivor think, "I'm immune to my virus but we're not all disease-ridden beasts like he makes us all out to be. I know Nick was immune too."

[conifer]

"If it helps, most of the Capitol assumes all Districters are riddled with disease and carry fleas. My team made me bathe four times before they even let me get on the train after my reaping."

[shiftingurbulls]

"That's just bein' mean for mean's sake. They probably have special decontamination rooms for offworlder contact then," Ellis argued, letting Emily see just how frustrated he could be at this...separation.

"We're all people right, an' just because we come from different places, don't mean we're worse than dogs!"

He did have to acknowledge that his world had a bug or two.

"Thanks for cheerin' me up, Miss Finch."

[conifer]

"Sure, but the Capitol likes to see itself as the pinnacle of civilisation." Which wasn't difficult for them, really, seeing as they kept the Districts uneducated and starving and having to kill one another in death matches to survive.

"It's no problem at all. You can always come and find me if you need anything at all."

[shiftingurbulls]

As much as Ellis wanted to believe otherwise, Emily had a point: the Capitol was way more advanced than anything the young man could ever dream off. The fact that he was here at all was a testament to that, but this was not the time to dwell on such matters. He gave the Mentor one last smile before standing up to go.

"Likewise, Ms Finch...though I dunno how useful I can be given this place," he offered her as he would anyone who was kind to him.

[conifer]

"It's not a matter of being useful," she smiles over at him, rising from the chair and getting ready to head back to her room, back to work. "Sometimes just having someone around who's friendly can make all the difference."