thecapitol | Unexpected turn of events

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Unexpected turn of events

Who | Pruna and anyone
What | The kid wakes up from death and... freaks a little because despite the many hints she hadn't quite got the memo that death isn't permanent. She proceeds to have a tantrum
Where | Her room on the twelfth floor but mostly the tribute lounge
When | Once she is released into the capitol
Warnings/Notes | Mentions of death, also she is quite angry and may lash out, but obviously isn't armed. Let me know if that's okay or not though!

The girls first response to waking up in the clean sterile room was to scream. Loudly. She had died, for real, it had hurt. Yet now nothing hurt, her foot was fine, her arm no longer burned, she wasn't even hungry. So she screamed and she struggled and demanded answers until she worked out that she would be kept in this room until she was calm.

So she grasped out and found the emptiness, it was hard because she was so confused but she managed it. Clinging onto it, barring out all the emotions and locking them away from her. Eyes blank she managed to convince them that she was calm.

She wasn't though, they had told her that she had been brought back, so she could fight again. That she would have to go into one of those arenas again. And try and live all over again, they had ignored her demands to be sent back home to her sister.

The moment she was safely in her room she dropped the emptiness. She tried to do it slowly, to let the emotions in one by one but she really wasn't that good at it yet and she slipped, letting the rage and fear swarm back into her, sweeping her away with it.

She screamed again and kicked the wardrobe, pulled the sheets off the bed, punched the mattress, threw her shoes at the wall. Mindless destruction, the room she had found so pretty when she had arrived now being a symbol of her captivity.

She didn't really want to be dead, but she didn't want to be here either, she had hoped that in her next rebirth she would manage not to be kidnapped by another world.

She just wanted to see her sister again. It wasn't fair, she didn't want to be in this stupid place.

She threw things around a bit longer before storming out her room and down the stairs, kicking walls as she went.

She was planning on just storming out of the building, on seeing how far she could get because surely this stupid city had to end somewhere and even if she couldn't get to her own world somewhere had to be better than here.

But as she marched through the lounge she stopped in her tracks. In the day or two before she had been sent to the arena she had seen a lot of strange things, and not understood them all, or taken it all in.

So she stared at the... well it was moving, and she recognised that place... she had just come from there, and she had seen some of those people. She marched over, kicking any pieces of furniture she passed on the way and began to examine it, trying to look behind, how was it seeing the arena and why was it seeing the arena...

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Sandy had listened to the destruction passively and now casually sat on one of the sofas with a bowl of fruit next to her.

Death had found Sandy once more in the arena and once again she had faced it with all her fear on display for the world.

It was depressing. It was exhausting.

But somehow seeing someone handle another chance at life so poorly took the sting out. So she watched in silence apparently unnoticed until the girl who seemed to hate her was near the TV.

"It's not a window." She finally spoke afraid Pruna might try to break it open.

Pruna span round angrily at the voice, that girl. Who had actually been one of the last people she had spoken to before she had died, and now she was here.

Part of Pruna felt a childish satisfaction that she hadn't outlived her, at least not by much. But now she was here, just as uninjured as Pruna herself.

"So what do it be then?" She tried to shake it, she could see the back of it. It confused her and added to her overall anger.

"Don't break it geeze!" Sandy called only half invested. After all it wasn't like there was much worth watching other then the games. "It's called a Television. It lets you watch stories. Or in this case, real stuff." She took a sip from a mug of cocoa she had requested of the Avox she once made the mistake of trying to talk to.

If she could work out a way to break it she might just do that to spite the other girl, but she's giving her information so Pruna goes towards her instead.

"How do it be doing that? Do it be being a sort of magic?"

It took Sandy a second to consider how to explain it.

"Sort of. It's a magic called Science and it's pretty great."

She patted the sofa cushion next to her.

"Sit down for a minute have some fruit. I'll let you use the controller." She held up the small rounded device towards Pruna.

A magic called science, the girl had never heard of that but she knew this was a different world. "Do it be anything like technology?"

She eyed the fruit and the controller suspiciously, wondering what the other girl wanted from her.

"Exactly!" Sandy allowed a small smile. "Science makes technology. So that TV is technology." That would make the explinations easier.

"Relax already. We just died. I don't wanna do anything but enjoy not being dead." She took an apple with shiny blue spots on it and bit into it, crunching and munching away.

Just like the other things she didn't understand. The girl nodded and looked at it again, "So that do be how they can be seeing the people in the arena..."

She glared at the girl again, still not understanding anything and not really knowing the concept of relaxing.

"That do be looking poisonous."

"Because the people who run the game want everyone to be able to see what's happening there. So they set up technology all around the arena to watch us."

She rolled her eyes again at the comment. "If it makes you feel better i'll take the first bite. But they want us alive so they can kill us again in a few weeks in the next arena."

She wrinkled her nose and sat down at the edge of the sofa. "Yes be doing that." She didn't trust anything here, even if they did want them alive.

She pressed buttons on the controller, the girl had said she could, it flicked from picture to picture, the sound went up and then disappeared altogether. "If we do be winning do they be sending us home?"

Sandy crunched into the apple and ate it quietly while the other girl experimented with the remote. She set the apple on a smaller plate so Pruna could try it now that it was proven not to be deadly.

"Not that I've seen." She answered once she swallowed and began peeling a banana. "They just get to live here and help train the other tributes."

She tried a bit, it actually was really nice and not poisonous despite it's looks. She scowled at the words though, all the anger rushing back to her.

The controller took the brunt of it as she threw it across the room. "That do no be being fair."

"I know right?!" Finally Sandy had something she could connect with the girl on. Mutual anger. "They don't care though. So far as any of them are concerned we're just toys."

She paused about to throw the apple, but took another bite instead. "We will be showing them."

How? She had no idea, she didn't have the faintest idea about how to rebel, but they had taken her without asking any of her guardians and she needed to get back to her sister.

"Two problems with that." Sandy sighed munching away at the fruit. "One: They have cameras everywhere. They're always watching us even now."

Which meant they were already aware of the two girls and their hate for the situation.

"Two, they have way more power then we do. All the technology we can imagine and even more then that. I mean...they can bring us back from the dead. That's pretty big."

After a pause she added, "Not that I'm giving up."

I'm sorry I just couldn't resist

It's perfect!

These two XD

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